Macy
I still wonder about that actress and what she means to his project….and him.
I know I shouldn’t care, and I probably shouldn’t ask.
But I do.
It’s a natural thing to be…curious. After spending so much time with a person, you’re bound to show a slight interest in who they are. At least I would assume, especially after fucking them.
At dinner, I tried not to act too eager for information. I’m a film student, after all…and he does work in film. Again, it’s a natural inclination of mine to know the workings of the film industry—scandals and all.
I should’ve known he’d shut me down. Like every other A-list celebrity caught in a scandal or lie, they answer in circles, avoiding the questions and answering through layers of bullshit.
But I’m happy with his playful diversion.
Once we finish dinner, I take his arm and walk with him back to the room.
“I had fun,” I say, squeezing his biceps.
Releasing my hold, I caress his arm, stroking it, appreciating his warmth and the definition of his muscles.
Chills run down my spine, and heat spreads through every part of me.
God, he feels good.
He stops walking in the middle of the path and faces me.
He lifts my chin up with his hand.
Oh…
“I had a fucking amazing time, Macy.” He stares at me, and then down at my lips.
Before I could close my eyes and reach for him, his lips crash into mine.
I expected a sweet peck, like a kiss at the end of a date, usually in front of a front door. Sweet and innocent.
But that’s not Aaron. He’s the farthest thing from innocent or sweet.
The kiss quickly turns hot, wet, and passionate.
My body’s set blaze as our tongues intertwine, playing with each other.
I wrap my arms around his neck, balancing on the balls of my feet.
His hands move down to my ass and squeezes it tightly, pulling me closer to him.
I feel his hard cock against my stomach, and I whimper. My cunt’s aching at its proximity.
He pulls away, leaving me reeling. I blink at him, trying to focus my eyes.
What the fuck? Why did he stop?
He smirks at me, his expression dark and heated.
Ugh, that look alone makes me needy.
I barely register the fact that we’re still in public, on a sidewalk almost everyone takes to the beach from the resort. Oops.
I try to suppress a laugh, realizing that I almost just fucked this man in front of everyone. But I’m not even embarrassed.
Admittedly, I wanted it. I knew what I was doing when I touched his arm. I’ve wanted it since we left for dinner.
Aaron grabs my hand and hurriedly leads me to an enclosed, private cabana by a pool.
There’s nothing much to it, other than a glass table and a couch. But I can see where his head is at.
It’s closed off and has a few sturdy pieces of furniture.
Perfect.
Without a word, I jump on him, grasping onto his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He grabs my ass, and our lips and eyes meet.
For the moment, at least, we’re on the same wavelength. And we both know what’s coming next.
I feel his mouth smile beneath mine, and I mimic him.
“What do you think?” he asks in a low, sensuous voice. I get wet from his voice alone.
“Yes, it’s perfect.”
I feel his cock grow even harder and larger against me, and I instinctively grind on him, tightening my legs around him.
He groans—a deep, feral groan that makes my cunt tingle.
His lips fall to my neck, tenderly kissing, sucking, and nipping at my heated skin.
He finds a sensitive spot in the crux of my neck, and I squirm underneath him. Wild vibrations flood my senses.
His hands glide up my back and underneath my dress, and he desperately grabs at my exposed skin.
I drop my head back and moan, releasing some built-up pressure.
Gradually, he moves us to the couch, gently lowering me down on it.
It forces us apart for a brief moment, but he stays above me the whole time, eyeing me up and down like I’m his prey.
Staring at my mouth, he forcefully and frantically kisses me.
It feels like we’re setting each other on fucking fire.
I keep up with his boundless passion, having to catch my breath every few seconds.
We’re desperate for each other, and the friction between us is unyielding and powerful.
I rip off his shirt, buttons flying across the cabana, and I don’t fucking care.
His eyes are focused on me with unquenchable intensity as he begins unbuttoning his jeans.
I take advantage of this position—him straddling me shirtless. I reach up and run my hands down his chest, something I’ve been wanting to do since I saw him naked in the bathroom.
I kiss every crevice I can find, relishing in his exquisite body.
I make my way down to his boxers, licking its edge, I stare at him as I do, enjoying every bit of the torture I’m inflicting.
He looks at me, desire filling his eyes. He licks his lips.
“I need you,” he says roughly.
Yes, I like the sound of that. I lie down and slowly pull my lace thong down, forcing eye contact.
My fingers continue to explore around my cunt, taunting him.
“Fucking hell, Macy.”
He takes my hands and pins them above my head, leaving my naked and exposed body aching and needy.
“This isn’t going to be sweet. I’m going to fuck you hard. I know I won’t be able to control myself,” he grunts in my ear.
I close my eyes, moaning, excited for his promise. “Fuck me, Aaron.”
I’ll fucking beg. I don’t care. I need some damn release.
With one hand holding my arms, the other explores my body: teasing my nipples, grazing my stomach, and landing near my cunt. He massages around the apex of my thighs, and I feel the buildup of unstoppable pleasure.
I’m already so sensitive and dripping wet, and his maniacal and torturous touch is driving me wild.
I moan out of pleasure and frustration. “Aaron, please!”
His fingers find my clit and follow the same rhythm of that maddening massage. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, no. I want you. In me.”
“As you wish.” He winks.
I smile, but I’m too horny to care that he just quoted Princess fucking Bride.
Cupping my ass, he positions my cunt where he needs it.
“Ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, still shaking from him touching my clit.
He fills me, grinding into me slowly at first, stretching me around his thick cock.
“Ah, fuck.” I’m dripping wet, but still a little sore.
“Sore?”
“Very. But I don’t care. Fuck me, Aaron.”
He smirks and pulls out of me achingly slow. But then he pounds into me, rough and hard. Just like he promised.
“Fuck, yes.”
He goes deeper, so much deeper than before, hitting my spot each time.
I wrap my legs around him and grind up against him, meeting him at every thrust.
Sweat glistens his chest, forehead, and arms, lubing the friction between our bodies.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” he grunts.
“Harder,” I say.
He stops, flips me over onto my stomach, and thrusts into me, hard.
“Hold on to the cushion.”
Fuck! This feels…different.
Better.
Fucking amazing.
He grabs on to my waist, kneading my ass, and drives into me. I push back, needing the release.
The ache in my core grows with every thrust.
Every. Damn. One.
He reaches around and rubs my clit, winding up the bundle of nerves so close to bursting.
I start to shake.
He quickens the pace of both his hand and his grinding, and I moan loudly. I don’t give a fuck who fucking hears me.
“Fuck…ahhh.”
I can’t keep quiet or temper my volume at all—the ache’s so strong it almost hurts.
Every time he fills me, he hits the spot, harder and harder. I feel nothing but nerves.
“Ahhhh, fuck. Come for me, baby.”
And I do. My muscles tense, my hips buck, and my body shakes erratically.
I burst in euphoric ecstasy. It’s some flowers, fireworks, rocket ship launching type of pleasure that rushes through me.
I grasp on to the cushions in front of me, biting down on them to stifle my screams.
He releases with me, grunting and cursing as he busts into me.
Falling on top of me, he breathes heavily and rubs my lower back and ass.
Damn, I’ll never get bored of that.
In pure bliss, and my body numb, I turn around to see him. I try to calm my breathing as I do.
He looks at me. “Job well done…again.”
I smile, and he crawls up to meet me face-to-face.
“That’s a great position.”
“Doggy style?” He laughs.
“Well, they are the best animals.” I laugh with him.
I lift my hand and trace his jaw. Another thing I’ve wanted to do, and then outline his lips.
He looks back at me, and for a moment, I get distracted.
This look. It makes me feel adored…special, almost. Like I’m the only person he has eyes for.
Yeah, I start to melt. It’s a moment for that to happen.
I might still be reeling from that orgasm, but his stare gives me a whole new set of sensations—ones possibly more dangerous.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he refrains. Instead, he abruptly gets up, breaking our contact, and finds his shirt, hastily putting it on.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he snaps.
What the fuck just happened? Did I do something wrong?
Should I have not. . . touched him? He seemed to enjoy himself quite well, so I doubt that’s it.
I pull my dress over me, all of a sudden feeling uncomfortably exposed.
Maybe it’s the drama with the paparazzi that has him rushing to get away from me.
Or maybe it’s that damn actress they were talking about.
He did shut me down almost immediately when I brought her up. That’d make sense if it’s still weighing on him.
“Are you sure? Are you still pissed about that reporter? Is it Anna Bell?”
He looks up at me pointedly, anger oozing from his pores.
Fuck, that wasn’t the right thing to say.
His whole body glazes over, becoming stone-cold. And then he walks out of the cabana, leaving without a passing word or an answer.