Hollywood Princess

by Natasha Madison

  “My baby fingers herself, and that’s the hottest fucking visual I can think of right now.” His voice comes out in a whisper but full of need. My hips move to get him to move faster. “Lie back, baby.”

  I don’t make him ask me twice or even think about it. He grabs my legs, bringing me to the edge of the bed, my ass almost hanging off. I’m lying on the bed in my sweats, but there isn’t anything on under them, and I don’t think he knows. When his hands find the waist, and he slides a finger in, he pulls them down and his eyes get so dark they look brown.

  “Bare,” he says, looking at my pussy which has a little landing strip. His finger moves over my slit, the stickiness of me seeping out. He brings his finger to his mouth, licking the tip. “Sweet,” he says, falling to his knees. His mouth covers my pussy, sucking it in his mouth. The heat of his mouth and the softness of his tongue have me moaning. “Shh,” he whispers, letting go and then looking in my eyes while he sticks his tongue out and slowly licks me from bottom to top, his tongue going in my folds. I try to watch him, but the sensation makes my head fall back. His head moves side to side as his tongue finally comes back down and slides into me. My hand goes to his head, my fingers running through his hair. I want to watch what he’s doing, but the feeling is just everywhere. The heat from his mouth and the slickness of his tongue—I just take it all in. My back arches up when his teeth nip my clit. “Fuck,” he hisses out when he slides one finger in me, and I moan, squeezing him. My hips move slowly up and down, following his tongue. I hear him laugh and look down. “My baby needs to come?” he asks, and I just nod. He sticks another finger in me and starts to move it faster and faster. His eyes catch mine while he sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping it and then going down to slip his tongue in with his fingers. My hips fall into rhythm with his fingers, and they rise and fall with him. I try to spread my legs as wide as they can go.

  “Fuck my face,” he says, and my body takes over. When my hand goes down to play with my clit, he growls and tosses it away. “My fingers are in you; my mouth is on your pussy. It’s mine to make come.” And I don’t know if it’s the words or the way his thumb is now rubbing my clit faster and faster while his fingers assault me, but my toes finally curl, my stomach gets tight, and my head falls back. And I come. Fuck, I come, squeezing the shit out of his fingers. My hips don’t stop, and they ride out the wave, and just when I think it’s over, he speeds up again, sucking my clit into his mouth, and I let go again. My hands push his head into my pussy, and I have no idea what is going on.

  I think I’m floating; my limbs all feel like jelly, and my legs dangle off the side of the bed. My arms let go of his head, falling to either side of me. I swear my lips are so heavy I can’t open them. I don’t need to open them because I feel his hands on me, roaming up my hips as he kisses my stomach softly. He trails kisses up my chest, bringing my shirt with him. Taking one of my nipples into his mouth, he then blows across it, and the breeze on my nipple makes me shiver. I try to open my eyes and nothing. His hands feel like they are everywhere on me. I groan, and my mouth opens a touch. Suddenly, his tongue is sliding into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. My legs finally wrap around his hips, and my arms hold him to me. He rolls us to his back, and now I’m straddling him. I let go of his lips and sit up on him, his covered cock resting right under me.

  I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off me, my tits hanging free. One of the things I’ve never had to get done was implants. I’ve always been a nice full B cup. His eyes take me in as I sit on him naked, then his hands reach up and grab my tits. He kneads them and then rolls the nipples between his fingers, and my head falls back. I have to put my hands on his chest to keep from losing my balance. “Stop doing that. I need to concentrate,” I tell him, whispering and moaning at the same time. One of his hands moves down and finds my clit. “No,” I say, moving out of his way. I get off the bed, and he is in the same position as I was before. His legs hang off the bed, his shorts sitting low on his hips, and his thick cock forming an outline. My hand goes straight for it, and I rub up and down, his shorts moving with me. I take one of my fingers and rub it along his stomach where the waistband sits. Slowly, I slide it under, going right to left, going deeper and deep until I finally touch the soft skin of his cock. I look at him when a moan escapes him. I move his shorts down, getting my first view of his long, thick cock. My hand instinctively fists him, my fingers never able to touch. I twist my fist from the base all the way up, the little drop of pre-cum glistening on the top. I lean my head down and lick the tip, twirling my tongue around. I look down at his cock in my hand, and I swear it takes everything I have not to climb up on him and sink down on it.

  “You know what just ran through my mind?” I ask, taking the tip into my hot mouth, my tongue circling the head. He doesn’t answer; he just looks down at me, moving my long hair to the side so he can watch his cock disappear in my mouth. “That I want to sit on you and sink down on your cock.” I take him a bit deeper this time. “Fill me up,” I say once I get to the tip, my hand moving up and down while I speak. I take him in my mouth again, this time deeper, and I’m so hot for him and his cock, I stop talking. One hand is fisting him while the other is buried between my legs. I release his cock and suck one of his balls into my mouth, and his head falls back on the bed. My hand continues to work him up and down with a little twist when it gets to the top.

  “Baby.” He blows out a breath. “Come sit on my face.” His eyes are hooded. I get on the bed and crawl to him, taking his mouth as he buries his hands in my long hair that feels like it’s all over the place. He stops kissing me. “Get on my face,” he tells me again, and I throw one leg over his head while my face looks at his cock. He doesn’t wait for me to sit down. He grabs my hips, pulling me down as his tongue slips through me, and I have to hold his chest when I fall forward a touch. I finally open my eyes and then lie down, taking his cock in my mouth as he tongue fucks me. My mouth is hungry for him, and my hips start moving with the rhythm of my hand stroking his cock. I groan when I feel myself coming again, and I take him all the way in my mouth. “Fuck,” he grumbles from my pussy. “I’m going to come,” he says, and I know because his cock just got a touch thicker in my mouth. I don’t stop my mouth from working him. I don’t stop my hand from stroking him up and down, and his cum hits the back of my throat the same time I come on his tongue again. I take everything he has to give me; I take it and continue until his semi-hard cock slips out of my mouth. I fall to the side, knowing I won’t be able to move anywhere else. I lie here like a ragdoll and look at him, my pussy juice all over his face. “Fuck this, you, us, is going to be the death of me,” he says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or my pussy.

  “We can just give in and have sex,” I tell him, trying to lift my hand. “I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Want to take a shower with me?” he asks me, and I finally look at his gorgeous body when he sits, then stands up. His chest is wide, his pecs defined. His abs are all on point, the ridges defined, and the side V makes me want to bite it. His cock lays to the side, semi-hard, and I lick my lips again. “Baby.” His voice breaks me out of my daydream.

  “What?” I ask him, looking up at him, my hair all over the bed.

  “Want to take a shower with me?” he asks me again.

  “Will you bend me over and fuck me from behind?” I ask him, propping myself up on one arm. He closes his eyes, his cock starting to rise a bit. “I guess that’s a no then.” I laugh at him and move to get under the covers. “It’s a rest day, and I just had the best orgasms of my life, so I’m going to rest so I can recharge for round two,” I say, lying in the middle of the bed. “Go shower.” He kisses my cheek, and then I watch him walk to the bathroom, his ass on fucking point. “It’s annoying that you have the most perfect body … need you to eat some Chick-fil-A with me,” I mumble to his back, not even sure if he heard me. I listen to the water turn on and tell myself I’m just going to rest my eyes until he comes back.
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  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Brian

  “I’m not making her do eighteen hours on the road,” I tell Cori when we sit in the bus going from Boston to Toronto. We are more than halfway done with this tour, and I swear I’m about to throw in the towel.

  “What are you guys talking about now?” Kellie asks, coming in from the back of the bus. She just took a shower, and she sits next to me, curling her legs under her. She tips her face up, and I know she wants a kiss, and I’m okay giving her one. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman more in my life. All the time. We could be watching television, and I just want to lean over and kiss her. Anything to get my lips on her. I’ve worshiped every single inch of her, and it’s still not enough. It never seems to be enough. “Hi,” she whispers when I kiss her softly.

  “Hey, baby.” I move her hair to the side and kiss her neck.

  “You guys are nauseating,” Cori says, and I look over at her. It’s just the three of us on the bus since Jackie and Trisha decided it’s more fun on the other buses. She then looks at Kellie. “I’m going to miss the bus since Brian has canceled most of the trips.” I look over at Brian who just shrugs.

  “It’s too long a drive, and you don’t need to do it when we can get on a plane. I’ve also canceled the rides from Miami to Nashville, and the Detroit to Kansas City route,” I tell her. So far, it’s been smooth sailing and there hasn’t been another delivery. The box had no fingerprints, no evidence, nothing, so we are still what I call sitting ducks. We have been staying in houses the whole time, and it’s better than I thought it would be.

  “Are you just going to let him do that?” Cori asks Kellie, leaning back in her chair.

  “Do you want to argue with him?” Kellie says, crunching a chip. “How did the last argument go?” They both look at me, knowing the last time they argued with me about where we ended up eating, and well, in the end, I won. Cori doesn’t say anything, knowing that any argument they have with me, I’m always right. Cori pffts out, and then I look over to catch her rolling her eyes. “Exactly.”

  “That wasn’t even a valid argument. We were in Philly, so obviously I was going to have a cheesesteak.” She throws up her hand. “But this is a whole detour. I have to secure a plane and make sure all the—”

  I hold up my hand to stop her. “Already done.” I look at her, and she leers at me. “I’m that good.” I wink at her, knowing she hates it.

  “I don’t know what you see in him,” Cori says, and I throw my head back and laugh.

  “He can make me have double orgasms, and his cock is perfect,” Kellie says. I whip my head to the side while Cori makes retching noises. “What? I have to tell her. She’s my best friend.”

  “Baby, private,” I tell her between closed teeth, and she drops the bag of chips on the floor and then crawls into my lap.

  “I’m out,” Cori says. “I am going to put my ear plugs in just in case.”

  Her hands come to my face and she kisses me. “Babe,” I whisper between kisses, my hand in her wet hair, “private means me and you.”

  “Honey,” she says breathlessly when my hands roam to her tits, cupping them in my hands, “I couldn’t ever keep the orgasm thing to myself.”

  “And my cock?” I grind up now, said cock ready to fucking sink in her. This is the hardest I’ve ever had to fight. I almost gave in yesterday and just planted myself in her once and then die there.

  “Your cock,” she says, rotating her hips in circles on my cock, “it’s a thing of art, Brian.” I pinch her nipples, knowing it’s going to set her off. “And it’s mine,” she says. She comes on me while we dry hump on the couch. “How much time do we have until we get to Pittsburgh?”

  “We are going to go past Border Patrol in thirty minutes, and then we have three until we get to Pittsburgh,” I tell her, and then I kiss her again. Fuck, the kiss brings me to my knees. “You need to get off me so I can get under control.”

  She moans as she climbs off me. “You know what? I might stop giving you head if you don’t do me soon.” I laugh at her as I adjust myself. “I don’t know why you are laughing. I could do it.”

  “Could you?” I ask her with a hint of teasing. “You love it as much as I do,” I point out, and she just shrugs her shoulders.

  “Game on.” I have been in a warzone, shot at, and dragged through the mud, but her threat is up there with things that scare me. She grabs the remote from the table and stretches out, putting her feet on me, and we watch Shameless while we wait to pass the border. We have to go to secondary inspection when they see the bus, but it’s smooth sailing, and by the time we pull up to the truck we are getting into, she’s almost dragging her ass. She doesn’t say much to me the whole way there. In fact, she hasn’t said more than two words to me. If there is one thing I hate, it’s the silent treatment.

  “Come on, baby.” I swat her ass, and she looks back at me.

  “Don’t call me that,” she snaps, and I look at her. “Give me the cock and you can call me that. Otherwise, no.” I have to hide my laughter when she glares at me.

  “Babe, it’s the whole ‘don’t shit where you eat’ thing,” I tell her, and Cori just groans from the back seat.

  “You already ate where you eat,” Cori says from the back. “Three meals a day from what I heard.”

  I look back at Kellie, who looks out the window. “I’m not talking to you.” She tries to ignore me, but I put my hand on her leg. “Nope, no access till you give up the goods.”

  “Yeah, Brian, you aren’t going to milk the cow and not put out,” Cori says from the back.

  “That isn’t even the saying,” I tell her, looking at her in the rearview mirror. “It’s why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.”

  “Wow,” Kellie says, “here I am, trying to hold out, and I’m being compared to cattle.” She glares at me. “How many rooms does this house have?”

  “Four, I think.” Looking over at her, I pull up to the house in question. I’ve told Rachel to start renting us smaller spaces, but she ignores me. After I grab the bags from the back, I walk up to the front door and put the code in and then turn the knob. I walk in, turn on the light, and see that we are in the front entrance. A round table is in the middle of the room with the staircase winding up to the bedrooms. “Lock the door,” I tell Cori, walking to the stairs with the two of them following me. This is our routine. We come in, dump the bags, and then I walk around the house, making sure everything is secure.

  We get up the stairs, and there are four doors all facing each other. “I’ll take that one.” Cori points to the room at the far right, then grabs her bag. “Night,” she says, closing the door.

  I walk to the one doorway in front of us and see a king-size bed. I dump our bags in the middle of the room and then turn around. “I’m going to do a sweep,” I tell her, and she doesn’t say anything to me. She moves out of the way, but I kiss her softly anyway. I walk out of the room, jogging down the steps, and check the front door. Then I walk into the huge kitchen with the dining room attached to it, check to make sure the back door is locked, and then head to the fridge and grab two bottles of water. I turn off the lights, going up the stairs, and stop when I get to the top of the stairs. There in front of the room I just left is my bag sitting in front of the closed door. “What the fuck?” I hiss and then walk to the door and turn the handle but find it locked. “Kellie,” I whisper, “open the door.”

  “No,” she says, “I’m in bed so go away.” It’s been over a month since our first kiss, and we’ve gone to bed with each other every night.

  “Kellie, I swear to Christ,” I start to say, and Cori opens her door and leans on the jamb with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “Look at who is left in the pasture without his milk.” She giggles. “Whatcha gonna do, Farmer Joe?”

  I knock on the door again. “Kellie, I’m not going to stop until you open the door,” I threaten her, “and I swear to God, I’m going to put you
over my knee and make your ass red.”

  “Whoa,” Cori says, standing up straight, “if that doesn’t get you in there, I don’t know what will.” She closes the door, and I listen to see if Kellie is coming to the door.

  “Fine,” I say to the closed door, “have it your way.” I grab my bag, but I have no idea who I’m arguing with since I’m all by myself. I turn to the other open door and go inside it, slamming the door behind me. I dump my bag at the end of the bed and kick off my shoes. I get undressed and slide into the bed, stretching out and reaching for her but coming up empty. I grind my teeth together. I toss and turn most of the night, and I finally slip into sleep when the sun comes up. My eyes spring open when I hear a door shut and then footsteps on the stairs. I get up and grab my shorts out of my bag. Walking to the door, I open it and see that Cori’s door is open and so is Kellie’s. I walk down to the kitchen and hear them talking. The sound of cupboards slamming.

  “Good morning,” I say to them and look for Kellie. Standing by the counter looking at me with her coffee cup in front of her mouth, she doesn’t look like she slept well. I walk to her, but she walks to the table to sit down, so I open the cupboards to find a mug. I pour the coffee in the mug and then drink it black, the hot liquid burning all the way down while I look outside at the wraparound porch. We are sitting on a hill of sorts. I turn around and lean my ass against the counter, looking over at Kellie. She sits with her long legs crossed, the same legs that she had wrapped around my shoulders yesterday morning. “How did you sleep?” I ask her, and she looks over at me.