by Brenda Ford
Oh wow. As her lips connect with mine again, I find myself blown away once more. This isn’t our first kiss, we have been kissing the whole walk home, but there is something different about this one. I’m pretty sure that it’s leading somewhere, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I can’t wait to find out where.
Chapter 8 – Millie
“I can’t believe that we just did that,” I burst out as me and Lance finally slide out of the water. “That was amazing, wasn’t it? I would love nothing more than to have a swimming pool in my home.”
“Well, you are always welcome to use this one,” he reassures me. “It’s always here.”
“Maybe next time I will bring my swim wear. I’m absolutely dripping wet right now.”
Lance chuckles at the drips spilling off my clothing, making a puddle on the floor underneath me. “Yes, that’s probably for the best. Plus, I would love to see you in a bikini. I bet you look incredible.”
He stares at me with an intense fire in his eyes, a burning desire that shudders up and down my spine. I can almost feel his gaze burning through clothing, stripping me naked, which emboldens me in a way that I wouldn’t ever expect. It goes against all of the promises that I have made to myself, all the ways I know that I should behave, but at the same time I can’t stop getting sucked in to the idea that I deserve some happiness and fun.
Flowing along with that thought process, I do something incredibly brave. I keep my eyes fixed on the entire time as I tantalizingly slowly peel down my soaking wet trousers, revealing my thighs which have also covered in water. Lance’s eyes pop but then he stares back at me in a challenging way. He’s intrigued, he wants to know more, he can’t wait to see how far I am willing to strip off for him…
I can’t resist rising to the challenge. I can’t seem to stop my eager fingers from dragging the spaghetti straps of my top down as well, loving the way that desire immediately claims him and stiffens his spine. It’s been a very long time since anyone made me feel beautiful and I can’t help falling in deeper to the pit of emotions for this man. I want more, I need more, so of course the next item I shimmy out of is my bra.
“Oh God,” he gushes as his eyes drink in my rock-hard nipples. “You really are gorgeous, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know about that.” I offer him a one shouldered shrug. “But thank you anyway.”
I took my fingers around the waist band of my panties, and I shake my ass out of them. It feels awesome to be out of those soaking wet clothes that were weighing me down, but it feels even better to have Lance’s eyes all over me like I’m a model in a magazine or something. How can he see me like that? I mean, this is a person who really spends time with models and beautiful actresses as well. Yet he seems to want me. He has made it incredibly clear even when I have been trying to reject him that he only has eyes for me.
God, I haven’t felt safe for a very long time. Yet I do under Lance’s gaze. He makes me feel incredible.
“You are stunning.” Lance’s hands start ripping at his own clothing as well. He needs to be naked along with me which is awesome. Much as I love him looking at my naked flesh, I don’t want to be wholly nude alone. “You are far more beautiful than I could have ever imagined, Millie. Wow, you’re everything.”
Once he’s only in his boxers, I take giant strides to close the gap between us. I’m acting bold, being wild, and I love it. Lance really does unleash the dragon of desire inside of me and I want that to be free. I want to stop being afraid of life all the time, I want to be the true me once more, I want Lance to see me.
There is so much more passion in this kiss. His tongue snakes in my mouth and his lips absolutely claim me. I am on the tips of my toes, wanting to enjoy every moment of his lips, which makes it far too easy for him to whip me off my feet. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, and I can feel his thick throbbing erection between my thighs. My core rubs against him and I become increasingly irritated by the material in our way.
“Oh God.” I toss my head back and let my soaking wet hair spill down my back. He is massive, I can tell that already. Much bigger than I’m used to, much bigger than I’m sure I will be able to handle considering it’s been a long time since anyone touched me. But that isn’t about to stop me, I’m excited to find out. “Fuck, Lance.”
He takes me through his house towards one of the rooms that I didn’t get to see earlier on when I took myself on a tour. I guess because I got distracted by the pool. But now, I’m seeing this inside of Lance’s bedroom and I freaking love it. It’s minimalistic, spacious, and has a great freaking view of LA out the window.
“Wow, this is amazing.” He loosens his grip on me and I slide to the floor. “That view is something else.”
I rush over to the window, not even thinking about my stark-naked body. At least, I don’t until I feel Lance’s arms wrapping around me from behind and his now naked cock pressing against my back. I instinctively spin back around, focusing on what’s really important in this room, and I regain kissing him once more.
Lance takes me over to his bed and as soon as my calves hit the rock-hard bed, I fall in to a sitting position. He falls to his knees between my thighs and pulls my legs apart, smirking cheekily at me as he exposes me fully to him. Since he seems to adore every single part of my body, I’m confident in myself. That’s a place I never expected to be again. After what happened with Dante, I thought I would always be crushed.
“Mmm, your scent is intoxicating,” he groans as his breath tickles my entrance. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
His words set me alight. He sends flames licking all over my skin and I have to cling hard on to the bed sheets to stop myself from slipping off and accidently sliding on to him. But it’s impossible to keep myself sitting up right when he’s saying such intoxicating things about me. I don’t stand a chance of keeping my head screwed on.
“Lance,” I whisper in a rasp as he begins kissing the inner parts of my legs. “Oh, Lance. Wow…”
I squeeze my eyes closed for a moment because the sensations are already too much for me, but as soon as those lips of his connect with my clit I force them to fly back open once more because I want to see him. I want to watch this incredible man as he finally gives me what I have been dreaming about ever since I first met him. I thought that it was only ever going to be a dream though, so I need to commit every part of this to memory, to savor it just in case this happens to be the only time we hang out together. Not that I think it will.
“Holy shit.” He strips the air from my lungs by circling his tongue around my clit. It feels fucking phenomenal. He’s a real expert with his mouth which is freaking incredible. The patterns are off the scale, the sensations exploding from my core and fizzing all the way through my veins, consuming my entire body are all consuming in a way that I just wasn’t expecting. I nearly fall backwards on the bed sheets because it’s damn near impossible to remain sitting up right. “Fucking hell, Lance. Wh… what are you doing to me right now?”
I’m seeing stars already; my body is a bubble of desire. It’s blowing up and growing by the moment, and Lance has a tight grip on my ass so I can’t move, which means it’s only growing by the moment. I stiffen up as I reach the peak of the edge, as I tilt on the edge about to tumble, but Lance doesn’t pause for even a second. He wants me to fall in to the abyss of pleasure and he isn’t going to give me a chance not to…
“Holy shit, Lance,” I scream as the orgasm shatters hard and fast through my body. It’s a tsunami of waves which absolutely covers me and causes the waves to keep on rolling over and over again. I don’t even realize that I have grabbed on to Lance’s hair until I pull the strands a little too hard and he lets out a yelp of pain. “Oh God,” I gasp out. “I’m sorry, Lance. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just…”
He silences me by crashing his lips hard against mine. Clearly, he isn’t bothered by the pain I just caused him because now he’s climbing on the bed to join me, he’s coming for me like a
predator wanting to consume his prey and I am more than happy for him to eat me up whole. Together, we shimmy up the bed until we are in a comfortable position, and I lean back with my hands all over his chest, exploring his muscles as he grabs a condom from his night stand. Things are rapidly moving in that direction, I’m actually about to have sex with Lance Wilson after I’ve attempted to stop myself for far too long, and I can’t wait for it.
“Give that here.” I snatch the condom from him and tear the packet open with my teeth. He chuckles with admiration as he watches me pull it apart. But the laughter instantly falls away as my fingers take his cock and I roll the latex over him. I stroke him a few times, loving holding on to his erection for a while. I have complete control of him when he’s like this and I can’t stop myself from fucking loving it. “You are huge, Lance.”
“I am?” He buries his face in my neck and kisses me all over my throat while I angle him towards my entrance. I place him so he’s teasing me, almost inside, but that’s the moment I lose all the power. I try and roll my hips to slide him within me, but Lance pauses for a moment just holding back while he looks at me…
But thankfully, he can’t hold back for too long. He can’t contain himself, and he thrusts hard with in me. I’m shocked, he really is huge which strips everything from me. I’m raw and open for him, giving every part of my body to him, and Lance is lapping it up whole. He’s holding me, clinging on to me, as I wrap around him as well. We’re practically one body, thrusting and writhing together in unison, and it brings the pleasure back within me as well. I haven’t ever had a multiple orgasm before, but I can feel another one coming. Lance has the hot bliss shooting through me all over again. Judging by the guttural groans coming from him as well, he’s enjoying this just as much as I am which makes it even more exciting. I want Lance to love his time with me just as much as I am him, I want this experience to be memorable for him as well. Every moan that erupts from him makes my pulse race faster and brings me closer to the knife edge of passion all over again…
After all, it potentially could be the start of something incredible. If we let it and if we can keep it a secret. Maybe. I don’t want to commit myself to anything that scary just yet.
Chapter 9 – Lance
I hate sliding out of the bed to leave Millie in it sleeping alone, but she looks like an angel, so peaceful, and I know that she doesn’t need to wake up now so I would rather her rest. I have to be on set and the sooner that I get there, the quicker I can meet her at The Scarlet Longue tonight and we can get things back on track.
“You look so beautiful.” I lean down and kiss her head, my heart fluttering with excitement as I do. “I wish that I didn’t have to leave you, Millie. I would much rather stay here with you all day long…”
God, she’s so tempting. I could so easily give up on filming today to hold her for hours on end, but I’m a professional. I know what is expected of me and I know I have to do what’s needed of me. I have to be on set, I have to film this movie, I need to do what every other actor does. The moment people stop turning up to film when they are expected to, they start to get the reputation of someone who is trouble.
I know that Millie will understand that, but I scribble her a note anyway. Just to let her know that I haven’t run out of my own house. I also let her know to make herself at home and do whatever she wants until she needs to go to work. Since the door locks on its own, there is no reason for me to worry. She will be fine. There honestly isn’t anyone else that I would be able to trust in my house alone, but Millie is different.
She’s different in every single way. She’s special and incredible, absolutely perfect.
After last night, my feelings for her have only grown. I want her in my life even more than I did before. She has always excited and intrigued me, but now I crave every freaking inch of her body all the time. It’s like I’m a drug addict and I have just increased my dosage, so my cravings are even worse.
“You’re a love-struck fool,” I mutter to myself as I get myself ready to head out to work. “Honestly, Lance.”
I can’t help but wonder what my brothers would think of me now if they could see me, head over heels for Millie Jones. Obviously being the youngest, I have always been teased by them in a fun-loving way, but I’m sure they would be happy for me as well. Even though we have all gone our own way and we live completely separate and individual lives, but we all care about one another deeply. They would love it.
I’m sure they would all get on will with Millie as well. I can picture her fitting in well. We don’t exactly have lots of family reunions and big events, but I know that she would fit in well with everyone if we did.
I mentally plan what it would be like to have a family reunion, if we could all get the free time at the same time, all the way to work, and to be honest it’s still playing on the edge of my mind as I step on to set… it only floats away when everyone’s eyes whip around to stare at me and a thick silence clings to the air. A silence that for sure speaks volumes, something is definitely going on here and it has me panicked.
“What is going on?” I demand rapidly. “Why are you all acting really weird?”
No one speaks, not at first, but Ashley soon stomps across the room with a newspaper clutched between her fingers. She is so filled with rage that it might as well be steaming out of her ears. “What the hell is this?”
“Erm…” I lean forwards to see another news head line all about me and my love life. “Cheating? On who?”
“On me,” Ashley snaps as if this is obvious. “The media thinks that me and you are together, don’t they? That’s supposed to be our hook for this movie. Me and you have such chemistry that we’re together behind the scenes as well as in the movie. That’s why people are going to see it.”
“What?” I’m blown away, I have no idea what Ashley is talking about right now. “What do you mean?”
But Ashely is too busy ranting on to explain herself to me. “The press was outside of your house trying to get a picture of me and you together. Instead, they get you with some red head nobody which really throws a spanner in the works, doesn’t it? It makes it look like I’m not good enough for you, which I don’t like at all.”
I rub my head hard, trying to work out what I’m so clearly missing here. “Ashley, you sold the story to the papers about me and you. That wasn’t ever real. You do know that, right?”
She rolls her eyes and snorts at me like I am the one who doesn’t understand. “You aren’t looking at it through the eyes of a fan. They are going to hate you for cheating on me. The Internet will be going wild.”
“Then we should just let the world know that we were never together. Problem solved.”
Ashley squeals with rage and she tosses the newspaper at me. I automatically lean down to pick it up and find a small smile spreading across my face at the photograph of me and Millie kissing. Sure, this isn’t exactly as private as we wanted it to be, but there is no indication as to who this is. Millie can’t really be seen so I’m sure it’s fine. But what I really like is how entwined we are, how happy we look, how connected we have become. I really don’t think that even Millie can be annoyed when she sees this picture. She might even like it.
“Right, well we can ignore this mess and get back to work,” Michael snaps, reminding us why we’re here. “We still have a movie to make no matter what the press are saying about everything.”
He gives me a pointed look as he says those words, letting me know that he blames me entirely for this mess which is ridiculous. If Ashely didn’t start that stupid rumor about us, then the photographers wouldn’t have been out of my house and there wouldn’t be any pictures. She created all of this, so she should be blamed.
But whatever. I’m not going to get caught up in that. I’m just going to allow it to blow over my head and get on with my day. Even if everyone else is pissed off, I will do my best job and get back to my girl.
My girl… wow, I have been waiting for a long ti
me to call her my girl. It feels really good.
“I don’t know how I’m going to act like I love you today,” Ashley snaps at me with her arms folded, definitely not in character at all. “I hate your guts. I can’t believe you have done that to me.”
“I don’t even have an answer for you.” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Just act, Ashley. It’s your job. And if it helps, just remember that I haven’t actually done anything wrong to you. I haven’t cheated. We weren’t a couple. All I’ve done is kiss someone that I really like. There isn’t anything wrong with that.”
She snorts once more and glares at me with her nostrils flaring. I guess my little speech about Millie didn’t affect her at all. Well, whatever, I don’t need to sort out Ashley’s emotions, I just need to do my part. I turn away from her and get myself in the role of Jayden where I need to be today.
“You are a real piece of work, you know,” Ashley hisses, making it very challenging to focus. “You didn’t even talk to me about this girl. I don’t even know who she is. I should know who she is.”
“Why?” I demand through gritted teeth. “Why should I tell you anything?”
“Because we work together.” Her hands rest on my shoulders and I try my hardest not to shake her off. “Because we’re supposed to be friends. Because me and you should be a team while we are on this movie. What you do affects me and my career at the moment, and vice versa. We need to work together.”
“Really?” I turn around to eye her curiously. “That’s what the issue is? This isn’t some kind of…”
“I’m not trapping you.” She rolls her eyes. “Sure, I would much prefer the stories to be about me and you because I think that works better for the promo, but if not, I would at least like to be in the loop. That isn’t us playing the Hollywood game, it’s just us being truly honest with one another.”
