Collide Into You

by Devyn Cole

  A few minutes later, Lindsey and her entourage walk backstage, and my cock instantly becomes rock hard. I should be rehearsing what I’m going to say to her fans, but instead, all that’s on my mind is how good her little body would feel pressed against mine. I’m thinking about how deep I would go, how hard I would spank her little bottom in between changing positions. How much I’d make her drench the bedsheets if I just had one or two hours alone with her.

  “Lookin’ like a pretty little Flower Child,” I tell her, trying my best to shake out all the bad thoughts in my head regarding what I want to do to her.

  “I’m glad you approve, Movie Star!” Lindsey says as she does a curtsy for me. “Hey, your manager Sam is the one who lined this gig up for me, right? Do you know where he is? I have to ask him about something.”

  “Right here,” I say, pointing to my left ear, which, unfortunately, has a microphone in it so that I’m forced to hear every single damn thing Sam wants to tell me.

  “Ah, clever!” She smiles. “Do you mind?”

  Lindsey walks up close to me, close enough for me to smell the sexy vanilla scent of her perfume. This combined with her glossy lips and those slender curves make my erection pulsate so intense I can hardly see straight.

  “Hey, Sam. This is Lindsey. Can you hear me?” She asks into my ear.

  “Tell her I’m getting her loud and clear, Austin!” Sam says, cheerfully.

  “Yeah, he can hear you,” I tell her.

  “Sam, you know I haven’t rehearsed or even done soundcheck. Right?”

  “I know. It was my idea!” Sam says proudly. “I can tell you’re a girl who likes to keep raw!”

  “THE FUCK’D YOU JUST SAY TO HER, SAM?!” I yell without thinking. “I mean, uh. Shit, sorry, I thought…Nevermind.”

  Lindsey’s gentle blue-green eyes seem able to pierce through me. She knows I just got jealous, but I can tell she isn’t sure why.

  “All right. Listen, Sam. I might be cute, but I will fucking kick your ass if you ever force me to perform unrehearsed AT A GOD DAMN KELSEA BALLERINI CONCERT!” she screams at him.

  Wow, she has the same temper with Sam as I do…

  Lindsey takes a deep breath to calm herself down. Says a little prayer to herself, and then takes her guitar out of its case and signals for the rest of the band they hired for her to go out on stage.

  “Ok, then. Wish me luck, Sweetheart!’”

  “Yeah, good luck,” I tell her, trying to hide how obsessed with her I’m becoming.

  “Kiss her, you fuckin’ idiot!” I hear Sam scream in my ear—loudly enough for Lindsey to hear him. I swear, I’m going to kick his fucking ass after this.

  “Don’t listen to him. He’s just an asshole,” I tell her.

  Instead, Lindsey jumps in my arms. As someone else announces her name because I’ve entirely missed my cue, our lips and tongues collide.

  My eyes are closed, but I can tell from the eruption of cheering coming from around the stage that some cameras must be pointed at Lindsey and me right now.

  Swept up in a surge an urge to experience as much of her as I can, I slide my hands down her cheeks and squeeze them tight. She accidentally lets out a yelping sound in my ear that luckily goes over well with the mostly college-aged audience.

  This kiss feels too real. I don’t want this thing that’s going on between us to happen. The fact that I’m genuinely falling for a celebrity after everything I’ve been through lately, is genuinely insane. And, I know I’m going to pay for it.

  “I’m still going to be here after your show,” I tell her. “I’m going to take you somewhere nearby, that’s pretty special to me…”

  The moon is orange in the dark blue sky. Lindsey and I are flying down the empty Pacific Coast Highway on my motorcycle towards a place I never would have thought I’d bring anyone. The one part of Southern California I don’t completely hate.

  Lindsey told me she’s ridden on a bike before, but the way she’s screaming in my ear every five seconds that she doesn’t want to die, I very much doubt that’s true.

  She’s ten years younger than me, and she’s showing it right now. But, I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it.

  I slow down as I drift off down a ramp that more or less leads directly to the beach. Then, I scare the hell out of Lindsey when I keep driving even after the wheels of my motorbike reach the sand.

  “Um, would you kindly tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing?!” She shrieks. “Why do you want to kill me?!”

  “It’s only when you’re dying that you know you’re truly alive!” I yell back, laughing. “Now, listen here, you little brat. I’m going to give you a crash course in riding your bike in the sand!”

  “My bike? You gonna’ buy me one?” She asks, sarcastically. “Oh wait, buying a brand new motorcycle is for you the same as buying a pair of socks. Ain’t it?”

  “Would you shut up and pay attention?!” I tell her. “Now, the trick is trusting the torque of the motor and to back off the throttle so that you don’t spin out. Soon, as you do, you’ll get that acceleration you’re after. And, finally, you must realize that the only way that you steer is with your feet by putting a lot of weight on the footpads.”

  “Yeah, I’m not gonna’ lie to you. I have no concept of what you’re talking’ about.”

  “WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT IS THAT WE NEED TO STAND UP BEFORE WE CRASH!” I yell out as I lean up on the bike.

  Lindsey stands up too, or, at least I think she does, and for a while, we’re riding comfortably.

  But, then, Lindsey starts to freak out, as I figured she might and sits back down on the bike. It’s ok. Wiping out is a critical part of any young biker’s training…

  We rock back and forth, then spin out of control.

  “Jump, Lindsey!” I yell, slowing the bike down so that the collision isn’t too painful.

  “Wait, NO!” She screams at me.

  Instead of leaping off while there’s still time to do safely, Lindsey wraps her arms around me. The bike throws us off together, then spins into the ocean water. Somehow, we manage not slam into each other as we hit the ground at the same time.

  I look down at my motorcycle, finally coming to a stop in the shallow ocean waves. Then, I look up at Lindsey, who’s staring right back at me with a massive smile on her face.

  “That was incredible!” She yells.

  I roll on top of Lindsey and taste her lips once again—surging with the desire to finally claim her. Lindsey begins to swivel her hips against mine. I pull down her shirt, exposing even more of her cleavage. Then, I close my eyes and bury my face into them. But, before my mouth connects with her soft tits, I feel her little hands slap loudly against my forehead.

  “Hold on, Mister…” She says, wagging her finger.

  “You’re going to make me wait? I’m a movie star!” I yell, chuckling so she hopefully knows I’m being sarcastic.

  “Omigod!” She says, laughing back. “I should slap you so fucking hard for saying that!”

  “Then why don’t you?” I ask her.

  “I think you know why...” she says as her cheeks blush crimson red. “Don’t think I don’t want to…right here. I just don’t want you to get in trouble. Lord knows you don’t need anymore bad press.”

  “We can use one of those shower stalls over there,” I tell her, pointing to the small building a little walk up the beach “But, just so you know, you don’t need to worry about my career coming before this. In fact, you don’t need to worry about anything coming before this.”

  Chapter Four

  Lindsey

  I try to wait patiently for Austin to pull his motorcycle out of the water, but I just want him so fucking bad right now. I wish he’d just let that dumb motorcycle float into the ocean. I know that’s so selfish, but I can’t help it.

  I want his hugeness to collide into me. I need the pressure of his masculinity to tear me open right now.

  About ten minutes later, Austin finally m
anages to retrieve his bike out of the sea. After bringing it safely away from the water, he jogs over to me, lifts me up in his massive arms, and carries me towards the shower stalls up the beach. Holding onto his broad shoulders, I can’t help but already start nibbling on his neck, hooking my ankles together to lock my body around his. Then, I chew on his earlobe and whisper to him some of the naughty things I want him to do to my center.

  I’m not usually a kinky girl. I go to church every Sunday, more or less. But, the way Austin’s body is tensing so hard against mine as he carries me through the building and into an empty shower stall makes my gem throb with an inferno that can’t be put out.

  There’s a sort of white-grey glow coming in through the moon roof, which casts some kind of ominous-looking fog over the stall that makes this all feel so sinful. He thrusts me against the wall and slides his hand up one of my inner thighs.

  Then, Austin parts my panties to the side of my entrance and, even though I can’t see that well in this dark little shower stall, I hear the sound of his belt bang against the hard, cement floor and become instantly aware of what’s about to happen in the next five seconds.

  Austin splits me open with his size, and I let out a huge gasp, hardly able to bear the enormous pressure. The pain is intense, but the moisture soaking my insides helps it feel more like pleasure. Slowly, I roll my hips in time with his, causing the fire curling up and down my channel to turn incandescent.

  “You feel perfect,” he breathes into my ear. “Forget needing to put my life at risk, I’ve never felt so alive as I do right now…”

  “How do you know you’re not putting your life at risk?” I ask him. “I’ve felt like I have since the moment I met you. But, for some reason, I can’t stop wanting to collide into you.”

  “As long as you’re with me, you’ve got nothing to worry about,” he whispers in my ear. “I’ll never let a single bad thing happen to you. Believe that.”

  Austin surges deeper inside me. My legs tremble, and my skin burns scalding hot. His abundant thickness pushes against something heavy inside me that exhilarates my flesh to the peak of arousal. My gem quivers and my walls quake around his thick shaft. I hold my breath and don’t exhale until after I’ve fully climaxed.

  Then, he pulls out of me. Now that my hair is a messy mop covering most of my face, I really can’t see.

  I feel Austin’s lips on my cheek, and his hand goes inside my skirt and pulls the fabric of my underwear back over my entrance.

  “One day, I’m going to be able to finish the right way,” he groans inside my ear. “It’s only a matter of time.”

  Chapter Five

  Austin

  She wasn’t part of the plan. Not that I ever had one. Most of my life has been dedicated to avoiding the horrors of intimacy, even though, in the back of my head, they are the only way towards real love.

  I’m driving her down the P.C.H. during one of the rare times it’s quiet. I’m reminded how beautiful parts of Southern California can be when it’s empty. Yet, looking out over the cliffs at the Pacific Ocean. It doesn’t even begin to compare how good I feel planning out a future in my head with Lindsey in it. When I think about how it was only hours ago that I was telling myself that I would never let myself fall for her, I feel like I don’t even know who that Austin is. It’s nothing like who I am now, or, at least, who I’m becoming.

  I pull up in front of the hotel she’s living in at the moment, and lift my leg off the bike to lift Lindsey off.

  “You ready to go to bed?” I ask as I take her helmet off.

  “Omigod, it’s morning already?” She asks, looking as she looks at the beginning of dawn. “We’ve probably been up for like, eighteen hours!”

  “And, you’ve performed!” I remind her.

  “So have you…” she winks.

  Lindsey bites her lip as her eyes glaze down to my midsection.

  “Listen, I wanna’ tell you something before we say goodnight.”

  “What is it?” She asks, running her fingers through mine.

  “I know it’s probably pretty strange that I’ve never talked even once about the fact that my wife just died and am pretty much acting like I don’t care that it happened. But the truth is that I’ve been beating myself up about it every day and night because if I hadn’t decided to leave her show early that night, then she wouldn’t have gone home with that guy and wouldn’t have died,” I confess to her. “I’ve been nervous about being in your life because I feel like the reckless person this city has made me into might put you in danger. But, I can’t stop wanting to collide into you, either. You mean too much to me to ever give up, and…”

  Before I can even finish my little speech, Lindsey grabs me by the lapels of my jacket and pulls me down to her level for a kiss. I press my lips firmly against hers, and run one hand through her long, blonde hair and squeeze her rear tight with the other.

  “Ok, we better stop before my idiot brother comes outside and scares all these rich L.A. folks,” she says, giggling. “But, before I go, I need you to know something too, Mister. I don’t do this—like ever. I’ve long ago made peace with the fact that I’m pretty much all about myself all the time. But, with you? I mean. Don’t let me down, ok? When it comes to you and me, I’m not looking for an exit…”

  Chapter Six

  Lindsey

  “This isn’t working as well as I thought it would…” I whine to my producers as I stand in the recording booth. “I hate it.”

  “You hate what specifically?” He asks me while my engineer starts playing games on his iPhone.

  “All of it,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

  “All of it…?” he asks back, sighing. “Listen, Honey, we’ve been at this for—“

  “Woah now. Who are you calling ‘Honey?’ I’m definitely not cool with that. Set ‘em straight, Sam. Set ‘em straight, or I’ll have to!”

  “Um, well, apparently she doesn’t like to be called ‘Honey,’” Sam says.

  “Who doesn’t like to be called ‘Honey’?” Austin says, strutting into the recording studio with a coffee for me.“Listen, babe, I know you’re really busy. But, I’ve got to talk to you about something real quick.”

  “Oh, sure thing! Guys, let’s take a break…” I say into the microphone and then take off my headphones.

  “Actually, let’s not take a break. Let’s go again so we can get this fucking thing in the can finally!” My producer yells at me.

  “Excuse me?” Austin growls at him. “Watch your fucking tone when you’re talking to my girlfriend.”

  Seeing the dangerous place where this verbal exchange is rapidly about to go, I throw my headphones down on the floor and rush out of the booth.

  “Look, asshole, get the fuck out of here so that we can work,” the producer snarls at Austin.

  “Listen, I don’t know if because we’re in your little studio you’re just feeling all big and tough. But don’t get the wrong idea. I’ll bash your fucking face into one of these pretty little audio boards of yours if you talk to my girlfriend like that one more time.”

  “All right, Austin. That’s enough,” Sam jumps in, defending my producer instead of his own client for some reason. “You need to go.”

  “Sam, am I wrong, or do you work for me? Wait, you know what? Why am I even talking about this? I don’t care about this! I care about talking to my girlfriend about something very important” Austin tells them. “Sam, you’re fired. Lindsey, let’s talk in the studio next door. The people who own it were kind enough to let us use it so we could have some privacy.”

  “O.K!” I say, feeling a twist of nervous excitement. Clearly, it’s a big enough of a deal to have caused this much of a ruckus. Maybe he wants to move in together? Gosh, it’s soon. But, it would be damn amazing…Oh hell, this is Hollywood. I feel like I deserve some kind of trophy just for not having gotten pregnant yet.

  “No, you know what, Austin? You complain about the Hollywood hierarchy only when it’s conven
ient for you. But, you storming in here and just taking what you want won’t work just because you’re a celebrity,” Sam says, getting up from his seat.

  “No, Sam. The reason it will work is not that I’m a celebrity. It’s because I’m an ex-navy seal who is going to knock you the fuck out if you don’t leave me alone right now so that I can talk to my girlfriend,” Austin says, taking my hand.

  “You better think long and hard about what you’re doing choosing him over the people who can make your career, Lindsey. This town is full of once-upon-a-time celebrities like Austin that have one moment before being sent right back to total obscurity. Most of them let their egos make them think they can get away with pissing off the people who actually run this town,” Sam tells me.

  “Sam, the only reason you’re my manager is because of Austin. If you can’t be loyal to him, then you’re not anyone I want to be in business with either!” I shout at him.

  “Thank you, babe…” he whispers in my ear as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in close.

  “Of course, babe,” I say, kissing his cheek.

  “I promise you all are going to pay for this shit,” Sam says, sitting back down. “The managers, the agents, the executives in this town? We all look out for each other. I promise you that by the end of today, you’ll both be fucking dead in Hollywood.”

  Austin leads me out of the studio. Then, we walk into the room next door.