by Dark Angel
“Carter,” she says from the tablet with a devilish grin, “so nice to see you.”
“Yeah, I bet,” I grit out. Like I said before, this bitch would love to get a taste of this cock. I just know it. Well, too bad. It’s all for Ashley now.
“Sorry, Carter,” Lola continues, “you signed a clause in your contract that said we could prevent various types of sex if we wanted to.”
“Wait. What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Yes,” she says gleefully. “Way back in the day when we were sure you’d lose your virginity within the first season. We had it in place just in case you proved hard—no pun intended—to break. We have the right to count any and all types of sex as against the rules. And of course, you know that breaking the rules forfeits your two billion dollar bonus. So now we’re enacting our right to enforce the clause. You can no longer have sex with yourself. Sorry, babe. No more getting yourself off.”
This has to be a bad joke. A really fucking bad joke. No way. I’m supposed to go the rest of the show without jerking off? And how the hell is that going to work when thoughts of Ashley have me as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy around the clock? Thank fuck tomorrow is filming for the show. It means I’ll get to see her again. And also that I might get lucky enough to get a little action, even if I’m still determined not to have sex until the season is over.
Fuck, that seems like so far away now. And just perfect—now that I’m thinking of that, my boner is harder than ever. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I briefly wonder if it’s possible just to cum without any stimulation at all. Ashley has me so horny that maybe my imagination will do it. But then I know I’d be tempted to touch myself, and a hand job from myself is so not the way I want to lose two billion dollars.
“Sorry, man,” Chase says, and I wonder whose side he’s on after all because surely he had some kind of pull with Lola.
“Are you kidding me? Sorry?” I point down to my twelve inches of bulging, straining, rock-hard cock. “You’re the one who’s sorry?”
He shifts on his feet, and I think he might actually feel bad. “It was out of my hands,” he says.
I scoff. “Yeah, and now it’s out of mine.”
I can’t even bother laughing at my own joke because this situation is so god-awful.
Chase and the camera crew start to leave my bathroom—leave me and my raging hard-on to ourselves—when one of the camera dudes moves in for one last close-up. I’m certain that the look on my face is nothing but pure despair.
Ashley
Oh my God. Carter Blaine is so fucking sexy that just the sight of him has me squirming in my seat. I can feel my body pulsing and aching for him, the desire to touch him and be close to him is so strong that I can barely stand it. I practically need to have his hands on me, making me come apart. Like, right fucking now.
The fact that I can’t do anything about it right now because I’m sitting in the middle of a very public restaurant for our lunch date that was scheduled for this week’s episode of the show makes me crazy. I press my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that’s building in my pussy, but all that does is make me realize just how wet I am for Carter. Just watching him walk toward me has my body on fire.
I think back to the moments we’ve had together. At the strip club, the kiss at Le Cirque, then of course me getting myself off afterwards, imagining all the wicked, dirty things he could do to me. I’ve masturbated to a fantasy of Carter for so long now, that the fact that he’s here in the flesh, that we’ve actually made each other cum, that I have had my hands all over his body—it’s all still totally surreal.
God, I want to fuck this man so badly that I can hardly stand it. I’m sure it’s written all over my face. But I need to play it cool. I can’t act like one of the many simpering idiots he’s had lining up for him for years. I won’t be one of those girls.
“Hey, Ashley,” he says in that low, low voice, making me even wetter. He leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and that’s when I notice the fucking huge bulge in his pants.
I swallow, licking my lips involuntarily. I don’t have any control over the reaction, or my body at all, apparently. Because when he straightens up, my eyes are still glued to his package. A package I’m desperate to get my hands on. My mouth on. And mostly—to get my pussy on. I shudder as my pussy clamps down on emptiness at this thought, searching out the very cock that’s teasing me from just an arm’s length away.
Holy shit. Is this what it’s like for all the other women? No wonder they all fall to their knees and beg for a mouthful. I’m half ready to do it right now. If we weren’t in a public place, I don’t know if I’d have any control over what I did next. Now I feel kind of bad for being so hard on Lorraine.
But not that bad. Because her failure has set me up to get my share of Carter Blaine and his formidable cock. I get him all to myself for the next eight weeks. I could hardly believe it when Lola called and let me know the change in plans.
Looking up at Carter, I catch the smirk on his face and realize I’m still staring at his crotch. My face flaming, I look away quickly. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. I mean, I seduce men for a living. But everything is so different when it comes to Carter. In every way.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I pick up my menu and give him a coy smile. “I think I see a thing or two that have my mouth watering.”
He chuckles, and I swear I see his cock twitch in his pants. Pulling a chair around from the other side of the table, he seats himself close to me.
“Is that so? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need to be completely satisfied,” he says, continuing with the innuendo.
“Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin as I purse my lips. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something on the savory side. You know…nice and salty.”
His grin widens. “I have just the thing. And I can promise, it'll definitely fill you up.”
Oh God.
I’m half afraid to stand up because I’m so wet I think I might leave a puddle on the chair.
Carter rests his hand on my bare knee and runs his fingers slowly up my thigh. The white tablecloth mostly covers his hand, and I hope to God he doesn’t stop.
My breath comes faster, small pants that match my racing heart.
Glancing around furtively, I raise the menu up so that no one can see me, and I take his other hand and slip his finger in my mouth, my eyes glued to his. His pupils flare, darkening with desire. Desire that I’m causing. He wants me as badly right now as I want him. How the fuck are we supposed to make it through this date?
His fingers inch higher, and I pull my mouth from his finger with a wet popping sound that makes him groan.
“I definitely need to be filled,” I whisper. “I’m practically starving.”
It’s pretty much the truth. I’m so hungry right now for a taste of his cock that I’m out of my mind with lust. And as his fingers go higher and higher, brushing my inner thigh in an erotic tease, I think I might actually cum before he even really touches me.
Then his hand is there, grazing the outside of my soaked panties.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”
I nod. “For you, Carter.” I’m practically ready to give him anything he wants, right here. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
He takes his other hands and wraps it around my neck, bringing his lips to mine in a crushing, bruising, needy kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone like this. And I’ve watched him for years. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking with an urgency that I feel my hips respond to. I thrust them forward, grinding against his hand as we continue to kiss, and I’m this close to coming when he suddenly pulls his hand back.
He breaks the kiss and watches me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to decide where we’re
taking this. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t even care at the moment. Fuck this lunch date. I need to get out of here—with Carter.
“Come on,” I say, standing from the table. “Let’s take this to my limo.”
Ashley
My desire has gotten the best of me, my body craving Carter’s hands all over me. Our fingers are interlocked as I pull him to my waiting car, and the intimacy only turns me on more.
“Slow down,” he pulls me into him, my ass bumping into the hard bulge in his pants. His control and dominance is just so sexy.
“I can’t,” I whisper over my shoulder and he presses his lips to mine, my pussy creaming at the taste of him.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks after pulling away. Our bodies are pressed flush against each other; I can feel the curve of his cock on my ass.
“We need some privacy,” I explain absentmindedly, looking in each direction for my car.
“Hmm,” he hums before kissing my neck, his tongue making a sloppy appearance.
His hands are wrapped around my waist tightly as I struggle to find my smartphone in my purse before dialing my driver’s cell. We look like that couple that needs to get a room as Carter kisses my neck, our bodies melded into one. Tilting my neck, I move to give him full access, that masterful mouth arousing me in the best way.
“Johnny!” I yelp into the phone as my driver answers.
“Are you ready, ma’am?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m ready. Please come to the front,” I order impatiently and he agrees before ending the call.
“Where are we going?” Carter asks, his hands massaging everywhere they touch.
“Anywhere but here,” I glance around, shocked that no one has realized who Carter is. The last thing I need is a crowd of his fans snapping pictures as he makes a meal out of my neck.
“My cock is fucking throbbing for you, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear and my abdomen muscles clench sweetly.
Arching my back, I press my ass into his bulge, and his hips rock forward, our bodies straining against each other, both hungry for more. Turning to face him, I run my nose along his, our lips less than an inch apart. Staring into his eyes, I cannot believe how much he can turn me on without even touching me.
It’s more than sex actually, I feel something deep in my heart for him, a feeling I’ve never felt for anyone, let alone a work subject. There’s something special between us, in addition to the incredible attraction I feel whenever I’m in his presence. My body leans into every touch, every kiss, always wanting more, feeling more.
“I want you so bad,” I whisper, almost to myself, but Carter hears me and takes my face into his hands, again sliding that tongue of seduction through my lips, swallowing my moans.
“Is this you?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss. I’m so lost in the disappointment that the moment is over, I don’t pay any attention to our surroundings.
“Your car?” he smirks, reading my confusion.
Turning around, I see the black limousine I’ve had driving me around for the day. Johnny jumps out of the driver seat and scurries to the back door, holding it open as I look up to Carter. I can see the weariness on his face, mixed with a bit of curiosity. I could tell him my plan, but I think it's best if I just show him.
“Come on,” I whisper in his ear, biting his lobe before walking forward, tugging his hand.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion, yet he willingly follows me into the luxury vehicle before Johnny closes the door behind us.
“I needed you alone,” I explain as we settle into our seats. Glancing down, I can see the bulge in his pants; it looks quite painful actually.
“Yeah, I’m about to split these pants open if you don’t stop teasing me,” he rubs his hand over his crotch, again reading my thoughts.
Johnny gets in the car, and straps on his seatbelt before looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes locking as he silently asks for the plan.
“Just drive around the city, Johnny. I’ll let you know when to stop,” I instruct, and he nods before pulling into traffic. Climbing over Carter, I reach to the control panel on the door beside him, my ass poking in the air as he grins that knowing grin as if he is completely on to my plan.
“I know what you’re doing,” he whispers in my ear and I look back at him innocently as I push the button, which controls the partition. Instantly, a black glass rises, separating us from Johnny.
“I told you I wanted a little privacy,” I finally say, my body still stretched across his lap.
“So now that you’ve got me in privacy, what do you plan to do with me?” He tilts his head as if he’s truly interested in what I have planned, but I’m still not going to tell him.
“I don’t know, maybe get to know you a little better?” I shrug, and his hand slowly moves from my neck, tracing the seam of my dress, outlining my breasts, and trailing down my midsection until they find my ass.
“It seems I know you pretty well, Ashley,” he whispers into my ear as my body melts beneath his touch. He’s right; he definitely knows how to control my body. He knew what I liked and what I wanted from the first time he ever laid eyes on me, that is undeniable, but I do actually want to know more about him.
He’s an enigma the way he can control himself, whereas I lose all of my willpower whenever he’s within a mile. Knowing that no one has ever been fucked by him just drives me up a wall. I want to be his first, and if I’m honest I don’t want anyone else to have him once we’re finished. I know I shouldn’t take advantage of him, especially with my contract I’ve made with Lola, but my hormones are making the decisions now, not some payday.
It’s not the money that is driving me forward, it's his hand, which is teasing me between my legs, running along the outline of my pussy lips through my soaked lace panties. His breath is hot on my neck as he breathes deeply between kisses, inhaling my scent like it contains some secret potion. He makes me feel so sexy and wanton, another feeling I’ve never experienced.
“I think you do know me quite well,” I admit, my pussy driving my hips to lean into his touch, but he won’t go further, won’t give me what I want.
“I want to know you better,” he says as his hands move my panties to the side, one finger sliding inside of my wet pussy. I moan in delight, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He slides a second finger inside me and I’m unable to concentrate, my body wanting to climax more than anything else. His fingers lazily slide in and out of me, so slowly it's almost upsetting. He’s such a tease, and I’m determined not to beg. No, I’ll take whatever torture he wants to hand out. I’ll even deliver some of my own.
“I was hoping for the same thing,” I whisper, arching my back so I look as sexy as possible spread out across him. I can see his eyes lighting with lust as I move sensually, glaring at him throughout all of my movements. He's so sexy I could just cum on the spot, and I know he knows that, but he somehow contains his own desires.
Reaching down, I fondle his steel rod through his pants, his body instantly lifting, begging for more. Maybe he isn’t as controlled as I thought, because he's obviously affected by me, and as dangerously close to begging as I am.
“Want something?” I tease and he slides a third finger inside of me in response.
“Shit!” I sigh, my body loving every second of the pressure and friction his fingers are giving me. Oh man, I don’t know if I can play this game for much longer, let alone win. He’s so good at this with years of experience turning down seduction, whereas I thought I was the expert. He’s able to manipulate me in the best way and I love every second of it.
“I want to feel you cum,” he answers me, but I’m so lost in the pleasure I can’t even remember what I asked him. My body is building, surging toward an orgasm, and then he slows his fingers. Honestly, I’m grateful, because I didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s working me over so well; the build up is just as good as the finale.
“Aren’t you supposed
to be doing something?” he questions, and I remember my task, unbuckling his pants. I can’t focus around him, especially when he’s inside of me. God, I wish I could really feel him inside of me. That would be the best, and I know he would cum so fast fucking my tight wet pussy, the ultimate gratification.
With trembling hands, I unbuckle his belt and pants, his member instantly lunging forward like a freed captive. I can smell him; he has such a delicious and unique aroma – a blend of body wash, cologne, and the sweet musk of a man. Leaning my head down, I run the tip of my nose down his long, hard shaft, inhale him.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans before sliding his fourth finger inside of me.
“Ooh, baby, yes,” I moan, launching my ass back, wanting to feel him. Thankfully, he slams his fingers into me; fucking me like it's his cock and I can tell we’re both wishing it was. I know we will be so good together and a part of me wants to convince him, but it can’t be for work, it has to be the real thing. He deserves that.
Running the flat of my tongue down his shaft, I feel his fingers pause, ending his consistent rhythm. I guess he’s having trouble staying focused just like me. The vein on his cock is pulsating; I can literally see him throbbing. Knowing it is because of me, for me, is just overwhelming. I want to cum all over him.
“Don’t suck it,” he warns me and I look up at him in disappointment. My mouth is watering to taste him, watch him lose control and then feel him explode in my mouth.
“You heard me,” he reiterates his instruction and I obey, choosing to sprinkle the soft skin of his shaft with sloppy wet kisses instead, my tongue salivating at every taste. He’s glistening with my saliva, his fingers ramming into me perfectly.
I want him so badly, my pussy eager to cream on his twelve inches of hard, thick cock. With my ass still in the air, I hover between his legs, lifting his cock to lick his heavy balls.
