Chapter Four
I gazed up at David, my heart still racing, my mouth tingling for more. I searched his eyes for indecision, regret even, but he looked just as determined as he had in the seconds before our kiss. “What was that?” I asked. It was stupid, I knew, but I couldn’t stop myself from being lost in the improbability of it all.
He shrugged, his fingertips trailing my face. “Me getting what we both want.”
“You don’t care how this ends for us, for me, do you?” I had walked right into the lion’s den. We both knew it, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to walk back out of it.
His lips stretched into a smile I could not resist, a gleam in his eye. “You said you weren’t looking for anything.” He trailed his fingers down my neck to my shoulder. “This is nothing.”
I opened my mouth to respond, to buy myself more time to think, but then he pressed his lips against my neck, the tonguey kiss sending electric pulses up my spine.
“I still have that room at the Beverly Hills.”
My heart flickered with anxiety. “But what about John?” I hated myself for forgetting him, even at this moment.
He blinked, then pulled out his phone. “I’ll have Jennifer pick him up with Ally.”
“Who’s Jennifer?”
“The nanny.”
I blinked. “Where is this going?”
“You tell me.”
“We haven’t even started filming.” I couldn’t find my voice with the distraction of his lips all over my neck and chest.
“And yet, I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
I forced myself away from him, stepping back. “I have to use the bathroom.”
He let out a dark chuckle, resting his arm on the trunk above my head “Is this your trick for running away?”
I smirked. “How could I run away from you?”
He smiled at this, “I’ll take you back to that cafe and wait outside. Let’s see if you were telling the truth.”
Once we got back to the café, I tried my best not to literally scurry out of his sight. I made it down to the back of the dining room and down a long hallway. I shut the door behind me and blocked out the noise of all the other people outside, staring at myself in the mirror. My lipstick was smudged, so I took a tissue to smooth out the edges and reapplied another layer. My heart pounding in my chest. Could I really do this? On the first day of having my best job, turn around and fuck the director? I thought of all the stories that people would tell if this got out, all the conclusions they could draw. But then, I also thought of myself. Whatever happened, this was going to be memorable. One day, when I was famous and retired, I would be sitting in my antique, Beverly Hills home, discussing this very night with my teenage granddaughter. I was going to be extraordinary, and this was just the beginning.
I nodded at myself in the mirror, as if to confirm this, then went out to meet David outside.
***
There was that familiar beeping sound as David slipped the key into the slip, followed by a click as the door opened. I followed him inside, taking in the legendary room. It was bare now, the bed fully dressed, the sheets looking as if they were ironed, the floors with vacuum lines on them, every surface gleaming in the low light. I put my small purse on the grandfather chair.
David turned to take me in. My skin buzzed as I watched his eyes scan my body, lingering around my cleavage, then my hips, my legs, my feet, still pressed into those ankle boots. “Come here,” He said.
I followed his directions, watching him watch me. He let out a deep breath as his hands started on my shoulders, then slid down the sides of my ribs, on to my hips. He reached around, grabbing my ass with both hands as he laid a kiss on my collarbone. I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slipped in between my cheeks, the sensation of it sending me into a frenzy. I pressed my body into his, his hardening cock ending up somewhere between my right hip and thigh. I bit my lip as he slipped my overalls down, my ass, barely covered in hip-huggers flipping out of it, goosebumps arising on my bare skin.
He turned me around, as I went for his cock, stroking it from outside of his pants, feeling it get harder and harder. He let out a soft moaning sound as he sucked on my neck, his hand slipping into my shirt, reaching underneath my bra to grab my breast. I pressed my ass against him, grinding, ever so slightly, to each side as he massaged my breast in his hand, his cock getting harder and harder.
He reached and snapped the bra off in one quick motion. He kept one hand on my breast, his finger flicking and tugging at my hardened nipples as the other slipped down to my pussy, his hand pressing into it. My panties got wetter and wetter as I felt his fingers massaging my clit from the outside, circling, side-to-side. I could barely contain my desire.
Just as I got his belt undone with one hand and flipped his cock out of his briefs, he slipped his hand under my panties. I moaned as I felt his fingers presses into my vagina, one and then two. He drove them in and out, flicking me from the inside. He would press them in as far as they would go and then take it out, moving up to my clitoris, flicking it.
My knees trembled as he turned me back around, his mouth pressing into mine, the hungry kiss making me hotter and hotter. His tongue invaded my mouth. I sucked on it, my body gaining a life of its own as it responded to his every touch and move, as I continued to feel hotter and hotter. His hands clutched me as I put my tongue in his mouth. Then he grabbed my face with both of his hands and pulled me away, moving his kisses to my shoulder again, and then to my chest. I whimpered when he put my nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking the hardened organ, his teeth lightly biting it. I could hardly contain myself, stop the ecstatic moans from pressing out of my mouth.
My hungry, willing hands combed through his hair, clasped his penis, clutched his back, pressed against his chest.
He slipped his fingers into my pussy again and I could hardly stop the orgasm from coming. “Ohhh…” I breathed as my body’s pleasure release left me shaking.
He came up again, a triumphant look on his face, then kissed me again, before pressing my head down. I willingly got on my knees. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have him in my mouth. I stroked the cock a couple of times, reveling in how hard it was, standing of its own accord, flipped ever-so-slightly upward. It was circumcised, a pink tip, wide where it lacked in length, but perfect. Just perfect.
I licked it first, watching him shudder. Then licked it again and again until I took the whole thing in my mouth. My vulva stayed swollen as he massaged my breasts, his head leaning back in pleasure, his cock forcing my mouth open. I took it in as far as it could go, my eyes watering at the way my jaw protested, but my pussy hungry for more. He started clutching my shoulder, moans slipping out of his mouth, his body twitching this way and that.
Just when I was sure he was going to come, he moved my head away from his cock and picked me up. Our mouths danced together, as I wrapped my legs around him, my wet panties pressed against his sweater. He dropped me on the bed and in the next couple of seconds, the two of us ripped every last bit of clothing off of our bodies. I stared up at him as he took me in. His tall frame looked every bit like I would have imagined it would naked. His chest was perfect, tanned skin covering hard muscle, hardly any fat between. He wasn’t built, but he had the kind of stringy body that told me he knew how to make a salad. He stepped on the bed, approaching me with unprecedented command and decisiveness.
I grunted as he pressed that perfect penis into my body. My eyes widened at the sensation.
“Oh my God.” He murmured.
The sound of his pleasure almost made me come again.
He laid his body down on top of mine. I gasped as the air left my lungs, my eyes bulging out as he fucked me, my legs wrapped around his waist, my breasts bobbing up and down with the movements. As the moments went by, he started fucking me harder and harder, pangs of pleasure shooting through my body.
He flipped me over. I felt his cheek pressed against mine, his tongue licking my face, his hands wrapped around my breasts. My legs were trembling again, my knees knocking, my body turning into mush in his command. With a gasp, I came again, but he just kept going and going. My head emptied. Every thought that did not involve him and his penis filling my entire body disappeared. I was alone with him, and we were alone in the world.
It was the kind of freedom I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Then he came, spraying his semen all over my ass.
We both collapsed onto the bed, breathless.