by J. C. Grant
My breath left me in a rush as fresh arousal coursed through me.
I’d never known a girl that fucked in her sleep. It was sexy as hell. Knowing subconsciously she wanted me, even when everything else between us felt like it was going to hell. I needed it more than ever in that moment.
I had seriously fucked myself over. It had been a gradual thing, a progression of events. I went from living out my dream to living in a fucking nightmare. I was tired of hurting her, tired of being away from her. Tired of using Fergus as a surrogate to my life.
She slid forward a little too far and I couldn’t take it anymore. Angling my hips, I pushed in, letting her sweet cunt suckle the head. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, waiting for her to take over.
That’s all I’d been thinking about for the past two days; getting inside her, getting fucked by her. It was sick how much I fantasized about Austin. The things I wanted to do to her. Lately, one thing had dominated my fantasies, knocking her up, and putting the brakes on her career. Just thinking about it had my dick throbbing inside her.
Suddenly, she gasped, arching, her head pressing against my shoulder. Her hand gripped my thigh, pulling as her hips pushed back, taking me in with slow, deep strokes.
“I hope this is okay,” I murmured against her neck. My lips trailed over her pulse, chased by my tongue, feeling its strong beat.
“Touch me... fuck me... make me come,” she panted, through her labored breaths.
“Yes, ma'am,” I growled. Holding her hips still, I took over, pushing into her. Again and again.
Austin
Rubbing my hands over my legging clad thighs, I took a deep breath.
I could do this. I had to.
As soon as I had arrived on set, Alec had dragged me into my trailer. David had called him the previous night, asking about Fergus’ relationship with me. And my relationship with the other men on set. David thought I was having an affair. At least he was worried I was.
After a cliff-notes version of the past few weeks, Alec had convinced me, “David won’t think less of you.”
I didn't know if that was true or not, but I was about to find out.
“Austin,” Dr. Vaughn prompted again.
I stood, adjusting my oversized gray V-neck tee, and entered his office, David right behind me. I had called David from set, after my one and only scene for the day, and asked him to meet me at Vaughn’s. I had expected a fight or questions, but I received none. And from the blue Dodgers ball cap snugged down backward on his head, the black sleeveless Under Armour shirt hugging across his pecs, and the gray athlete shorts and sneakers, he had been at practice.
I watched as David sat down in the same spot as before, legs spread wide. But this time he was alert and focused, no attitude at all.
“Austin, do you want to sit?” Dr. Vaughn asked. I realized then, I was pacing the length of the room.
Mimicking David, I took my same spot as before, at the opposite end of the couch.
“You said this was an emergency,” Dr. Vaughn started.
Leaning forward, my elbow’s on my knees, I blocked David out of my periphery. “I need to tell David some things, but if I look at him, I’ll chicken out.”
Dr. Vaughn looked at David then back to me. “Okay, do you want to just tell me?”
With my heart in my throat, I answered, “Yes.”
Vaughn waited, watching me. But I couldn’t find the words. That was until I felt David's eyes on me, my skin burning under the scrutiny. All the emotions I’d been denying came bubbling up.
“I hate him.” The venom in my voice shocked me. “The David.”
Dr. Vaughn's eyebrows pulled together, not understanding, but I didn’t care. He didn’t need to understand.
“He let’s his fans crawl all over him when I’m not around. I need my David, I need him. And he left me, like I’m nothing.” My lip trembled and I paused. “I’m only happy at work when he’s with me. I know it’s fucked up, I know it’s wrong.” My eyes and sinuses stung as I let it all out. “But I need him.”
“You didn’t the past week, strangers lips all over you,” he grumbled.
“It was disgusting!” I yelled, holding Dr. Vaughn’s gaze. He was so impassive to what felt like a bomb detonating inside me. “He doesn’t care! I could let the whole fucking crew run a train on me and he wouldn’t give a shit!” I flung my arm out in David’s direction, quickly losing my temper.
“Try it, and find out what happens,” David growled from his spot on the couch, the threat was unmistakable.
I turned on him then. “Where has that been the last two months? You act like I’m nothing to you!”
His expression shifted, looking contrite as his eyes darted to the floor. His hand came up, covering his face as his fingers rubbed over his forehead, almost as if he was hiding from me.
I stared at his Austin tattoo waiting for a response. It felt like minutes, but it was probably only a few seconds, before he dropped his hand, meeting my questioning gaze.
“I just...” He was searching for words, which meant he was downplaying the truth. “Pulled back to give you some space, let you do the show without me interfering.”
“Why?” I demanded, standing to face him, unable to sit still any longer.
Abruptly, he pushed to his feet, facing off with me, and shouted in frustration, “Because I almost ended your career!”
Confused by his answer and outburst of anger, I breathed, “What?”
His head canted to the side, looking ashamed, but his eyes stayed locked on mine. “When you were asleep, that night... after we took out those extensions... I called Jeff. To ask him to cancel the show... or fire you. Offer to pay for re-shoots without you.” His gaze darted to the floor. “I gave into my impulses, and I just... I’m selfish when it comes to you. The only reason it didn’t happen was because he didn’t answer.”
I was too stunned to do anything but stare at him.
He looked at me from under his brows. “When he finally called back, I’d had time to think, realized I’d destroy our relationship in the process. So I pulled back, so I wouldn’t do it again.”
Which really meant, he pulled back because he knew he would do it again. I couldn’t believe how wrong I’d been.
“You want me to quit the show?” I asked, dumbstruck by the revelation.
“No,” his voice was soft. “I just don’t like you having this whole life without me. I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread, begging for scraps you don’t have to give.”
With tear stung eyes, I swallowed thickly. “That’s exactly how I feel. You have this whole life I don’t even know, and I feel like you don’t have room for me in your life anymore.”
“No way. Not even close.” He paused. “You’re my whole fucking world. You own me, I’m yours. You want me to quit, I will.” His voice was so sincere and gentle.
If he had asked me a couple of hours earlier, I would have given him a resounding yes. But now...
I shook my head, and managed, “No, it’s only two more years, we can deal.”
“You want the money,” he stated with a smirk.
“Yeah,” I lied. I wouldn’t be the one to take away his career, no matter how much I wanted to. “But can you just—”
“Pull back on The David stuff?” he asked with a lopsided grin.
“Just keep your face and ass away from those overeager girls,” I admitted, embarrassed.
“Wonderin’ if I was ever gonna get a reaction on that,” he muttered, part cocky, part bewildered. “And that only happened once.”
Our gazes locked, both of us searching for answers. It only took a second for me to find what I was looking for.
He was my David. Had been every minute of every day. Wanting a reaction, wanting me to be possessive, and trying to protect me, even from himself... And fucking duh, Zach and Dawn were not problems anymore. Fergus had been watching me the whole time, spending all day and every night with me. Relaying everything I did back
to David. How else had he known “strangers lips all over you”?
The fact I hadn’t put any of that together before... There had been so many signs that I had missed.
We had so many issues to work out.
But the look he gave me pulled at something deep inside me. That look was possessive, pleading and heated. Before I knew what I was doing, I had closed the distance between us, jumping into his strong arms.
My arms wound around his neck as my legs wrapped around his hard body. “Just tell me the fucking truth from now on,” I complained as our lips met.
“Same goes for you,” he countered, between urgent kisses. His hands under my ass, holding me up, squeezing. “Ugly. Fucking. Truth.”
“Would you two like to sit and discuss how these issues developed?” Dr. Vaughn tried to interrupt.
I’d momentarily forgotten about him.
Pulling my mouth from David’s, I answered, “No, thank you so much.” David was already moving us out of his office.
In that moment, I knew we had hit a pivotal point in our relationship. Screaming at each other in front of Dr. Vaughn... At the very least, we’d reached celebrity couple status.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
David
I felt a sharp jolt of arousal shoot through me. Fierce and intense. My breathing turned labored as the stimulation grew, quickly turning into a mindless animal need.
Gradually, sleep faded and everything started to become clear. I felt the small hands wrapped around my cock and the silky hair brushing my hip. I'd know those hands anywhere; Austin was working my length, getting me impossibly hard.
A heavy sigh escaped me and my insides heated, pure male satisfaction pouring through me.
Best fucking way to wake up.
I’d been home the past seven days and she hadn’t done anything like this, so I knew something was going on with her. We had worked through some of our issues since seeing Vaughn, but we still had a long way to go. Maybe it was just her way of saying goodbye since I was leaving for New York in a few short hours.
I felt her breath on my cockhead a second before her tongue lapped over my slit. Licking once, twice, before pulling the head into her mouth, hot and wet, tonguing and sucking.
Oh fuck.
My greedy girl wanted more.
She always said she loved the way I tasted; now I knew just how true that was as she sucked rhythmically, determinedly, milking my cock.
My muscles trembled as my body obeyed, giving her a hot burst of precum.
A satisfied purr vibrated in her throat, making my balls draw up tight. I wanted to thrust up, fill her mouth, , hear those sweet little gagging noises spilling from her throat. As if reading my mind, she took me deeper, her tongue tracing along my shaft as she lowered, taking more of my length.
Our new motto was uncensored truth. I couldn’t help but wonder how she would take my uncensored truth at that moment. I wanted to grab her head and shove it down, force my dick into her throat.
Knowing her, she wouldn’t mind. Just like she hadn’t seemed to be bothered by all the other truth’s I’d been tossing out every morning before she went to work. And there were a lot. All day. But she took them in stride, then did what she wanted anyway. It was something I was trying to adjust to—not having a say in her career.
Her teeth grazed over the sensitive head, and a shiver ran through me. She sucked my cock like a lollipop, with lips, tongue, and teeth. Never trying to mimic her cunt, she always let me know I was fucking that sweet little mouth. She licked the head like she couldn't get enough, like it was her favorite treat.
When I felt her squirm and knew she was wet.
Wet from sucking my dick.
Fuck, I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to feign sleeping. I wanted to touch her so fucking bad I couldn't think straight. I needed to run my fingers through her hair, encouraging her to take more, or pull her up and slam my cock into her tight little cunt.
After a long, torturous minute, she pulled back, moving, straddling me.
I could tell from her movements, she thought I was asleep and had every intention of me staying that way.
Oh shit...
The thought of her wanting to use me like that, taking whatever she wanted from me, from my body...
A flash of weakness shot through me.
With practiced ease, she grabbed my dick, positioning it at her opening. She was so wet and swollen, there was no resistance just a nice tight squeeze as she slowly sank down. Then she adjusted her thighs, working me deeper. A low groan bubbled up out of her as she took all of me, holding there a minute, letting my cock throb and twitch deep inside her.
Oh fuck, that's hot.
As I lay there motionless, her scorching heat pulsing around my length, I felt owned.
Utterly and completely owned.
Instantly, I understood why she loved when I violated her sleeping form, fucking her awake. It was the ultimate sign of ownership, being used like this.
She braced a hand on my chest and started moving, riding me. Fucking me. Her pussy squelching with each measured thrust.
Finally opening my eyes, I took her in. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip tucked between her teeth, her long dark hair cascading all around her as she rode me, body undulating, hips rocking, slowly moving faster.
I forced myself to relax, to not respond, but the look on her face and the way she moved...
Fuck.
I blew out a harsh breath, straining not to thrust up, and her eyes flew open, meeting mine.
Despite her shocked expression, her hips worked faster, fucking me with determination. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted. That look... It said, Yeah, I'm fucking you. What are you gonna do about it?
“Hello,” I rasped slowly, my voice rough from sleep. “Fuck, girl, what's got you so worked up?”
My hands smoothed over her hips, up to her narrow waist and back, encouraging her.
“I had a dream,” she panted, her hips thrusting faster, the rhythm turning desperate. Frenzied. “I tied you to a chair, naked. Using you... to make me come... whenever I wanted.”
My cock jumped at the idea, eager to do just that.
“Fuck, that's hot.” I groaned. “We can do that if you want. Any time you want,” I swore.
I loved that.
Whether she knew it or not, dreaming about tying me up was her subconscious desire to make me stay, to keep me with her. She didn’t want me to leave.
“Come on, sweetheart.”
Gently, I gripped the back of her neck, pulling her flush against me. My other hand pressed her hips down as she worked her cunt and clit on me.
“Come on me,” I urged, my lips ghosting over her forehead. “Come all over me.”
Her hips moved faster, then turned choppy as her body shook against me.
“Fuck yeah, yes, yes, fuck yes,” she cried breathlessly.
“Yeah, there you go.” Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, pulling, squeezing. Perverse satisfaction coursed through me. “Feel free to use me like that whenever you want.”
“I'm not done,” she whispered through her racing breaths.
Thank fuck!
*****
Several hours later, I was sitting in the locker room at Yankee Stadium, googling Austin and Alec's affair.
As I looked at the pics of them, I couldn't help but smile. Austin had her hand up to block the flash, making her Mrs. Taylor tattoo the focus of the photo.
Warmth bloomed in my chest as I stared at it.
David: I love the fuck outta you, Mrs. Taylor!
5:03 PM
Austin: I love the fuck outta you, Mr. Taylor!!
Break a bat for me!
5:04 PM
I couldn't help myself, I had to hear her voice.
Austin
“What’re you doing?” David's deep voice rumbled.
“I'm boarding the plane, coming to see you,” I answered through a growing grin.
>
He’d left for the airport right after my eighth orgasm. He hadn’t even bothered to shower, saying “I like smelling you on me”.
“Really?” He sounded doubtful, but hopeful.
“Yep, couldn't keep me away if you tried.”
When I arrived on set that morning, Alec had pulled me into my trailer, asking “What’s wrong?”
I hadn’t known what he was talking about. But it hadn’t taken him long to explain it to me. Apparently, I looked as if I’d returned to my “zombie state”.
“You need him, you’re better with him, it’s like night and day,” Alec had explained.
After convincing me it wasn’t only in my best interest, but in the shows and everyone working on it, we had rearranged our schedules.
“Thank fuck,” David breathed out. “I need to see you so bad.”
“Me too.”
“Sweetheart, you're gonna get there before me. I'll call ahead and make arrangements for them to give you a key to my room... You know it's times like these when it would be really helpful if you changed your driver's license to my last name,” he teased.
“I offered,” I countered.
“I know, but you have so much going on right now, didn't seem like the time to add more to the list.”
I did. It was exhausting.
“Yeah, I know, but I am going to get it done.”
And I was, as soon as I was done filming.
“Good... You see me on the fucking phone?”
David’s harsh tone was abrupt and shocking. Hesitantly, I tried to get his attention. “David?”
“Let me go ahead and call the hotel.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, my voice unsure. David was pissed off at someone, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “But let me know when you’re done,” I added, turning into a nosy, nagging wife.
“Love it when you get all up in my business.” His voice was a raspy purr. “And of course I’ll call, you know I will. Never leave you hanging like that. I love you. Can't wait to see you.”
