by Tiana Laveen
He moved his hips faster, then slower, then faster once more. Enveloping one of her nipples in his mouth, he closed his eyes and sucked the taut nub, enjoying the feel of it. Reaching between their bodies he inserted a finger in her asshole, causing her to squirm beneath him. He pounded his cock harder and faster into her pussy, strumming her like a guitar rift for her favorite song.
“Mmm, baby!” She moved her hips, pressing her pussy against him and driving him impossibly deeper.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he cooed in her ear as he crisscrossed his arms around her back. “Cum for me, baby… I need it so bad.”
She shook against him, crying out. He silenced her cries with a hard kiss, the pressure sure to leave a lovely bruise. Her floodgates opened and his skin was soon wet with her essence. Quickly sliding away from her, he drifted low to slide his digit inside her ass once more. He drilled his finger faster in her ass as he sucked and licked her juices. His cock screamed her name, wanting back inside her warm, wet sheath. Turning her on her stomach, he gripped her hips and rammed his dick deep in her, stealing her breath. He could see their reflection and the expression on her face through a mirrored backdrop in the headboard. The smacking noise of his balls beating up her dripping kitty echoed throughout the suite.
“Damn!” She shook against him once more and rivulets of clear pussy punch drifted down her inner thighs. He slowed for a spell, impressed by the waterfall his baby’s pussy produced.
“You get so fuckin’ wet! I’m gonna cum in ya, baby! You want it, don’t cha?!”
“Yes!” She rammed her soft, round ass into his groin, forcing him in so deep, he almost cried; the sensation was so fucking right. Holding on tight, he yanked her as close as possible and pounded hard and fast inside of her. His entire body heated like an inferno—combustible on sight. “Oh God! Paxton!” Reaching around her thigh, he pressed himself to her back and rubbed on her clit, fucking the shit out of her… giving her all that he had.
“FUCK!” His cock erupted inside her, flooding her gate in fast, hard spasms. His heart beat so damn fast, he didn’t dare move. Was it possible to cum so hard and so wonderfully that your life ended? He contemplated that possibility. Sexual suicide…
Seconds later, he slid out of her, and some of his cum dripped from her pussy. The fleshy pink and brown folds of her love looked delicious, all glistened up with their motley of fluids. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a spell, needing to simply be still. His cock throbbed, as if to say it needed more of her… so much more. Taking his dick into his hands, he caressed her zone with the flaccid head. The sight of his cream all over her pussy drove him insane; just knowing he’d left his mark took him there.
“Holy shit… I think I’m fallin’ in love with you, lady.” He rolled over onto his back, taking her with him.
Ivy laughed lightly as he spooned her, then wrapped his arm around her waist before dotting her shoulders with butterfly kisses. He smiled to himself, loving the sound of her giggles. He held her tight, so tight. Oh God, did he need her… He hated himself this way. He knew what was happening as soon as they’d checked into the hotel. She’d taken his hand when they got off the plane and kissed him with so much passion, it knocked him off his feet. He listened as she called her best friend to tell the woman they’d arrived in one piece. And then he saw the happiness in her eyes as she spoke to her girlfriend, realizing how excited and happy she was to be with him. He was done for.
She wanted him…
She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and there was no turning back.
He fell in love easily but staying in love was another matter altogether. Regardless, he realized that he did in fact love her. The choice was no longer his. His actions proved it. The decisions he’d made on her behalf, putting her needs before his own, the way she entered his mind and never departed… All of this told him all he needed to know.
He saw no reason to utter these confessions right then, but he was real particular with who he went bareback with, especially since that meant he was more attached and he’d connected with their soul. He was leaving a piece of himself behind. Every time one turned around, a celebrity was showing up with a ‘surprise baby’ or worse yet, a ‘surprise disease.’ He only fucked raw with women he deeply cared about, the ones he saw a possible future with. Ivy fit the bill.
Placing his lips against her shoulder once again, he held that kiss longer, feeling her skin. As he ran his hand up and down her arm, he began to get sleepy. He had no desire to light up a joint, grab some liquor, or gamble. All of his ‘go-to’ behaviors vanished. Ivy was enough.
Her kiss was enough.
Her pussy was enough.
Her laughter, her beauty, her ability to make him feel okay in his own skin was enough.
He’d been testing the shit out of her; he couldn’t help it. He liked her too much, and he wanted to know sooner rather than later if she was someone he could trust.
He loved too quickly and trusted too fast.
This time, he wanted things to be different.
And they were. She’d earned his trust…
She’d earned him. And he was going to prove her wrong.
He was the man for her. No rabbits coming out of the hat about it…
To see Paxton swim was to watch a beloved dolphin in action at Sea World. One would think he’d been raised by a school of carp. Perhaps his mother was a mermaid and his father an avid seadog. The man moved so gracefully in the waves of the North Pacific Ocean; if he were blue, he’d be undetectable. They had dinner reservations at Alan Wang’s, but instead of going straight there after they’d made love and took a shower, Paxton decided to detour. Asking the limo driver to pull over, he stripped down to his boxers and dove in the ocean. She threatened to put this in the article, but he called her bluff and nothing could steer him from his course.
He promised it would only take a minute, but a minute turned into twenty. She stood on the shoreline, studying the man who was definitely in his element. Holding her shiny gold heels slung over her shoulder, she rolled her eyes at the display. Paxton was a complete showoff, and it took no time for a crowd to gather, taking note that the human fish before them was no ordinary man, but Paxton Starr, the great illusionist. After a few dirty looks for him to bring his ass on, the man dragged himself away from the waves, dripping wet with a big smile on his face, and let the awaiting crowd envelop him. Someone handed him a towel, which he promptly took and thanked them for before getting dressed, totally unconcerned about the soaked underwear under his dress slacks.
The mania soon began…
Hands shoved forward begging for autographs and people with their cellphones grabbing him close as if they were old friends, vying for selfies. Much to her surprise, after a few minutes of this pandemonium, Paxton worked himself out of the middle of the crowd and reached for her, taking her hand.
“Hey everybody, thanks for the love. Unfortunately, I gotta go… gotta dinner date with my baby.” She couldn’t help but smile. “I have a show in Hawaii later on in the year, so make sure you all come and check me out.” He turned his back on the mob of people and the couple marched through the sand towards the limo that awaited them.
“We love you, Paaaaxton!” someone called out.
“Love ya, too!” He looked over his shoulder and smiled, squeezing her hand as they journeyed on. Once they reached the limo, silence reigned. She watched as he meticulously cleaned his feet of sand with a wet wipe and paper towel, put his socks and shoes back on, then combed his hair with the help of a small mirror. After popping a stick of cinnamon gum in his mouth and noisily chewing, he plucked an issue of People magazine from a side pocket of the vehicle and began flipping through it.
“I guess I’ll be in somethin’ like this soon, huh? A gossip rag.”
“The Vegas Sun isn’t a gossip rag.” She swung her legs around and draped them over his lap. He caressed up and down her legs, his eyes on the page.
“I know that, but
what’ll happen is that they’ll take your story, credit ya for it, but sensationalize parts of it to their liking. Anything to make an extra buck.”
“Yeah, that’s possible, but they’d have to get permission first.” He flipped the magazine pages, one after the other, reading some interesting bits here and there.
“That won’t stop Instagram, YouTubers, shit like that. People don’t post on social media for fun anymore; it’s to get likes and views, advertiser and brand endorsements, subscribers ’nd money. It’s a full-time hustle. The fun of it all is all gone. Fuckin’ narcissistic vultures… They’re gonna tear me apart.”
“And since when do you care what people think of you?” She teased as she observed him now playing with the clasps on her heels.
“I do and I don’t, ya know? I either wanna be loved or hated. None of that lukewarm shit.” She couldn’t help but smile at his response. He never ceased to surprise her. Thumbing his nose as if curing an itch, he slowly turned towards her, his smile gone, his eyes full of hope. “We can do whatever ya want to tonight. You name it, Ivy, I got it.”
“I don’t need you to shower me with gifts and fancy places, Paxton. Being here with you and you being so frank is enough.”
“Is it, Ivy?”
She turned her head and sighed. “What do you mean by that, Paxton?”
“Is it enough to get cha? Is it enough to make you mine? Really mine?” He placed his hand against his chest. He really meant what he was saying. “Look, let’s talk, all right.” She sneaked a glance at the partition that separated them from the driver. “I’m possessive. I don’t try to control the women I love, but I need to know that they’re mine in mind, body, and soul. I need to know they put nobody before me ’cept God… because that’s how I’d treat you. You’d be above everyone else. My brother is blowin’ up my damn phone.” He slicked his phone out of his pocket and waved it in her direction before returning it to his pocket. “He says I’m sidetracked, that he’s never seen me so fuckin’ distracted. I can’t help it though; you’re my new job. I’m tryna win you over, so that takes time.”
“Yeah.” She swallowed and sat a bit straighter. “We definitely need to talk, Paxton. Let’s have a candid conversation, get this all out of the way. Now here is the truth. As much as I like you, Paxton… as much as I…” she lowered her head, “care about you, I think your routine is not a good match for what I am aiming for in my own life. I’m attracted to the things you do, the things you say, and oftentimes, how you say them. I can’t deny it; your personality is magical.” She shrugged and threw up her hands. “Even if you were just a telemarketer, I am convinced you’d have people at your feet. There’s just something about you that is so big, wild and surreal. You walk into a room and everyone stares.”
“But? Where’s the part when you let me down easy?” He smiled, but she knew it wasn’t genuine.
“You’re bad for me, Paxton. Downright dangerous.”
“Ahhh, Jesus Christ. You gotta be kiddin’ me, Ivy.” He rolled his eyes, grinned, and fell back into his seat. The man sat there looking straight ahead, shaking his head.
“I wish I were kidding, but I’m not. I would love to date you. There would never be a dull moment, that’s for sure, but you’ll only break my heart, Paxton. You can’t help it… You’d swim to me, but you’d also swim away.”
“Yeah.” He nodded. “I could break your heart, but you could break mine, too. That’s the chance we’d have to take. It’s life.” He shrugged. “We didn’t fuck today… we made love. I got strong feelings for ya, no doubt about it. It was special to both of us. I could feel it.” She dropped her gaze. He was right, but the whole situation was useless. “I was ready, you know? I was ready for someone like you.” She hated how her heart beat so much faster when she looked at him. “I spent all night after you called me wanting an interview, looking at your pictures, reading your resume. I was impressed. It started as a physical attraction and then quickly evolved from there. I can’t love someone I don’t find smart and sexy and knows how to carry herself.”
“Are you saying that you love me, Paxton?”
“I’m not sayin’ that I don’t…”
They were quiet for a spell, so quiet, she could almost hear the man’s heart beating.
“Paxton.” She reached over and took his hand. “I don’t know what to do about you… about us. It’s confusing. A part of me wants to be with you just like you’re proposing but the other part of me wants to forget this ever happened and just stick to the interview. I’ve come too far in life to fall from grace. I can’t just—”
“Don’t tell me what you can’t do for me, baby. Tell me what you can do.”
“Paxton…” She shook her head, trying to find the right words. “You’re all over the place. You make your decisions based on emotions.”
“And what’s wrong with that, Ivy?”
“It’s not rational!” she yelled, her voice shaking, everything coming to a boil. “You can’t love me right now. You don’t know me well enough yet and you—”
“I wanna know who made up these rules for when we can and can’t love somebody. Who told us that this is how it works and we just fell for it without even asking the question, ‘Why?’ You say it’s not rational. Hell, nothin’ worth having ever makes sense anyway! Love isn’t rational; it’s somethin’ that happens! These rules for how and when love happens are bullshit! Who told ya this?”
“I just think that—”
“When ya find that person, ask them if it takes six months, one year, two years, five fuckin’ years!” He held up five fingers. “I mean, what, huh? I’m not some fuckin’ robot. I’m a human being, Ivy. Shit happens when it happens and there’s nothing you or I can do about it. Do you know what the divorce rate is in this country, Ivy? And the courts are full of people who got married after one week and people who waited fifteen fuckin’ years to tie the knot. Makes no damn difference! If you’re in it for the long haul and you’re serious about the commitment, it doesn’t matter how long it took for ya to reach that point; it matters what you plan to do to keep it, to maintain it! Ya think I’m sittin’ here playing with you? I’m askin’ you to be with me, Ivy. I’m not askin’ you to let go of all your worries and pretend like we’re about to run into the sunset. That’s wicked stupid. All you gotta do is try me out, give it your all.” She slung her legs off of his lap and sat straight on her seat. Frightened. Angry…
“I think it’s best that we make an agreement right here, right now, to just act professionally towards one another. I’ve been in la-la-land this entire time with you, as though living some strange dream… a fantasy. I live in the real world, Paxton. The one that is filled with disappointment and reality. Men come and go, but life goes on.”
“Oh, I get it now. This is about your father, right?”
She turned towards him so fast, she practically sprained her neck.
“My father? My father has nothing to do with this, Paxton. This is about you being a wild man and having no rules or regulations—just living for the day. You’re a loose cannon.”
“Quit tryna change the topic. That little trick may work with other people, but I’m onto you. You say it’s not about your dad? I don’t believe you. ’Cause, see, I’ve done some research too, Ms. Faye. Well, that’s a lie.” He smirked. “I had someone do it for me, but I found out that your mother not only worked her tail off like you told me, but your father was some big-time performer, a singer and showman, and left her destitute. He was married to someone else, a wild man as you claim I am. I’m not your ex-boyfriends and I’m not your father!”
“It’s not about my father!”
“Then where the fuck is he?! He’s gone, just like everybody else, right?! Tellin’ me men come and go! You’re damaged over it! I’m not your old man! I’m too much like him, all your exes were, and you got the same thing in you that your mother had—you love exciting men, and at the same time you hate us, too. Don’t put that shit on me!” The veins
in the man’s throat elongated and stretched.
“You’re deflecting. Own up to your shit, Paxton. This is about you!” She thrust her finger in his face.
“It isn’t about me, not by a long shot! It’s all about you and how you punish guys that are like your dad when you are the one who fuckin’ called me, remember?! Is that the gimmick? Is that what gets you hot? You come runnin’ up to entertainers and get our attention with your pretty face and fuckin’ amazing body, woo us with good conversation, get us all interested and invested, then BAM! Blame us when the shit hits the fan?”
“You’re crazy!”
“Oh, am I? What kinda mind games are you playing, Ivy? You wanted to see if the rumor was true, right? Did you plan to drop this doozy on me before or after you sucked my dick one more time?!” Unable to hear any more, she slapped him. Her hand shook, her whole body shook, her eyes welled with hot, angry tears. His hand covered the reddened mark across his cheek and then he smiled… such a horribly sad and heartbreaking smile. “See where it gets ya? That pain that never comes out. Your past isn’t my problem, until it just became my problem.”
Minutes passed. The ride was smooth; the tires felt as if they weren’t on a road but rolling across silk. A tear streaked her cheek and she wiped it away. His back was turned towards her as he gazed out the window. She could see his reflection. He didn’t seem upset or happy, but somewhere floating in between. Perhaps he was ash, the stuff that made crushed dreams.
“I do have daddy issues,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “Look at the mess I’ve made, Paxton?” His gaze shifted to her. “I don’t want another mess on my hands. Loving you isn’t rational, but I do. I’m irrational now… I’m crazy!”
“Ivy, every time I get out on that stage, something could go wrong. I don’t think about that; I think about how much I love what I do, the smiles on all those people’s faces. Emotions scare you, baby. But I run to them. Emotions are what got me where I’m at in life. I make people feel good. Emotions pay my bills and feed my soul. Emotions turn a fuck into an epic session of makin’ love. I’m not sorry for feeling so strongly about you so soon. It doesn’t take long to know what ya know, you know? The fact that I’m sitting here selling myself to you means a hell of a lot. I’m Paxton Starr; I don’t have to sell myself to no fuckin’ body. My name alone does that for me. I’m not bragging. It’s just the truth. It must mean something to me deep in here,” he said, pointing to his heart.
