by Rymer, Adair
“What about the party?” Marcus asked, in complete disbelief. “It's Stacy Miller, man!”
“Stacy can go fuck herself.” Arsen turned back to me and held out a hand. I was the one beaming now. I couldn't contain my smile if my life depended on it. No one had ever stuck up for me before, I worried that I might float off the ground. I took his hand, and he smiled at me. “C'mon, Val. I'll drive you home.”
Present
I woke up to my phone vibrating like crazy. I thought it was a dream at first, not just the cell phone, but everything. Getting shot at, having sex with Arsen, none of it made any sense. It had to be a dream.
“I'm going to destroy your fucking cell phone.” Arsen grumbled softly, in my ear. It was then I noticed that his arms were still wrapped around me.
It wasn't a dream!
I ran through the events of last night and made sure that no one saw us come into this motel or knew what happened. It would be devastating to my career. I felt guilty, ashamed and incredibly happy, all at once. I had just fucked my stepbrother!
No, it was more than that.
I had just fucked Arsen!
My phone went off again. What the hell was going on? My mind hadn't stopped racing since I woke up. I went to get up and check, but Arsen's strong arms tightened around me. I struggled, but he was in complete control.
“You're not going anywhere, it's not safe outside this bed,” he said sternly. “We're going to spend a few more days like this, then I'll think about letting you go.”
That sounded amazing. I wanted to do nothing more than to forget the world and lay low in this crappy motel room with him. But fairy tales were for children.
“If you don't let me go I think the phone might start foaming at the mouth.” I was the target of an assassination attempt. I didn't need to turn the TV on to know that I was the breaking news story. The calls weren’t going to stop.
“I'll buy you another one.”
“I have to at least let people know that I'm still alive.” I wasn't ever the reclusive celebrity type. If I disappeared for too long, sooner or later someone was going to track me down. And if they found me here, I'd have a lot more to answer for.
“Be quick,” he growled, loosening his grip on me. When I started moving he clamped his arms tightly again. “Because I'm not nearly done with you yet.”
I was glad he couldn't see the smile that gave me, although there was no hiding the shiver of taboo excitement that ran up my spine. He let me go for real and I grabbed my vibrating phone.
“A hundred and sixty messages! And nearly half as many voice mails, not to mention how many emails and social media notifications...” I slumped against the wall and reluctantly began to scroll through them. I did not want to deal with whatever this was.
“I'll put coffee on,” Arsen sighed, knowing as well as I did that the dream was over, at least for the moment. It was time to wake up and deal with whatever real life was going to throw at us.
“Careful!” I blurted, seeing Arsen casually step over the broken lamp pieces. I laughed nervously at the I-got-this look he shot back at me. “I, uh, forgot that we broke the lamp.
Arsen trashed all the pieces and stood up. “Yeah,” he said, mischievousness creeping across his face. “Let's break the bed next.”
He lingered long enough to see my face flush with heat, then he ducked out of the room to start the coffee. He could make me quake so casually now. Every bruise and soreness felt like a badge of perverse honor. I could still feel the lingering touch of his hands on my thighs and his cock inside of me. And I loved it.
I needed a deep breath -and probably a cold shower- before I could focus on my damn phone. The majority of the messages came from people I barely remembered, that saw me on the news and wanted to know more about what happened. I didn't bother with them, they were just looking to sell info to the tabloids. Out of all of the messages only one of them was worth listening to.
I called my agent back right away. “Michelle, it's Val. I got your cryptic message about an 'opportunity of a lifetime'.”
“Val? That nickname won't work.” Michelle was quick to interject.
Arsen must've been rubbing off on me. I never used that nickname anymore, although I loved hearing it on his lips. The more he said 'Val', the more I disliked hearing 'Valentine' from everyone else.
“It's too gender neutral. I guarantee it won't test well.” Michelle rambled on like only people who worked in entertainment could. “Here's what I'll do, I'll run it through the branding department—”
“Michelle.” I interrupted her. My agent was brutally efficient and one of the most expensive in the industry, and probably because of that, she was extremely tactless. “You know I was nearly shot last night.”
“Yes, yes,” she said. And I could picture her impatiently rolling her wrist in forward circles, as if to hurry that fact along. “I've been running spin control all morning. This is fantastic for PR for you! I've already had all the NDA's signed and obtained the film rights to the shooting. The script is being drafted as we speak. Your biography is easily a go-picture- 'Valentine's day' No. Just- 'Valentine.' Eh, it's a working title.”
“Michelle.”
“Oh, before I forget! Your stepbrother, does he have an agent yet? I can squeeze him in at just under half your percentage point. Find out if he's willing to go on the talk show circuit.”
“Michelle! Stop!” I hated talking to her first thing in the morning, she always gave me a headache. She was one of those people who talked at you until they ran out of words, then hung up if you let them. “Tell me about the opportunity.”
“Yes, that! I got you an audition for the upcoming period drama film, Mercy Lane with Phillip Seymour. How much do you love me?”
“What! How?” I was on the verge of hyperventilating. This was huge! It could be my 'Emma', the breakout role I needed to start doing more meaningful projects. I'd always dreamt about winning an Oscar, and with this role I might actually have a chance!
“Don't worry about all that, that's why you have me!” Michelle told me the rest of the details and when the call ended, I found myself sitting on the bed in a daze.
Then hysterical happiness crashed down on me, and adrenaline jolted through me like heroin. This was really happening! Between Arsen and this opportunity, I couldn't control myself, I started jumping up and down on the bed.
Arsen came back and I jumped at him. I didn't see that he had the coffees in his hands, but fortunately he was able to throw them aside and catch me before either of us got burned. He held me a few feet off the ground with ease, I loved that he was so strong!
“Aren’t you a little old to be jumping on the bed? Besides, I thought it was the rock stars that trashed hotel rooms”
“I'm only twenty-three, Arsen. It's not weird yet!”
He just looked at me for a few moments, taking in my giddy energy with a smile. “Good news?”
“Oh, you have no idea! Ever wanted to go to L.A.?”
“No,” Arsen didn't sound thrilled, but ultimately just shrugged it off. “Romeo might be interested, though.”
Chapter 16
Arsen
Past
“Stay out of trouble, Romeo.” Val scratched my dog behind his ears, closed the gate around my yard, then jogged to catch up to me.
With the warmer weather coming in, she had started wearing less and less layers. We hadn't made it official or anything, but we were together as much as possible. I didn't know why I was playing it so slow with Val. I hadn't even kissed her yet. If she were any other girl, I'd have fucked her by now and probably moved on.
Maybe that was why, Val brought me back from a really dark place. She deserved better than all the other girls. My new found principles hadn't stopped me from fantasizing about what it'd be like when we finally did it.
“Why do we still walk to school when you have your dad's truck.” Val asked, struggling with her obscenely large backpack.
I slipped behi
nd her and squeezed her hips, “So you can fit into your prom dress.” I was joking, of course. Val had a slammin' body, that was tight in all the right places. She tried to elbow me in protest, but I was too quick. I'd smoothly taken her backpack off in the process and slugged it over my shoulder, so she wouldn't have to carry it.
I had a bunch of bullshit reasons why we had to walk, but really it was because this way I got to spend a little more time with her. School was ending next month, she was headed to Julliard in NYC and I had a few wrestling and football scholarships out west as long as I passed my finals. For the first time in my life I was worried.
What if this was the last month I'd get with Val?
“I'm fine, thank you very much. When I get picked up, I'm going to look fantastic.” Val had become more confident in the last few months. I hadn't seen her wear a hoodie since the last night of her play, it was nice to see her not hiding anymore.
When I get picked up...
“Has anyone asked you?” My hands balled into fists at the thought of someone else taking her to prom. We hadn't officially changed our Facebook statuses yet, but I was planning on asking her out on prom night. She'd be the first girlfriend I ever had. And I wasn't about to let any other guy fuck that up.
“Not yet, but I hope someone does soon. I'd hate to spend the evening alone.” Val crashed into me lightly. She was never the subtle type with hints. I always knew what was on her mind.
“I wouldn't hold your breath, Val.” I loosened my fists. I got so heated at even the thought of someone approaching her like that. I really didn't have to worry about that, though. The other guys knew that she was off limits by now. “No one's gonna ask you.”
Val scoffed, insulted.
“Everyone in school knows that the only way to you, is through me. And no one's brave enough for that.” I slid a hand behind her back and pulled her into me. Then I spoke softly directly into her ear. “No one else gets to have you. You're mine now.”
Present
“I am so fucking nervous, Arsen.” Val paced the small dressing room, rereading her lines for the hundredth time. Someone from production just came by to let her know that the director was running late and to sit tight until he arrives.
Two hours of Los Angeles traffic just to hang around half the day waiting for some elitist director prick. I never cared for California. Everyone here seemed passive aggressive and evasive. Back east everyone openly hated each other, so you knew exactly where you stood. Also, the weather was too perfect here, for some reason that pissed me off too.
At least no one was trying to kill Val here.
I stepped in front of her stopping Val's wild pacing, then grabbed the script out of her hands.
“Hey, I need that!” Val's eyes flared angrily.
“No you don't.” I tossed the papers onto the floor. “You know the damn lines. What you need, is to relax.”
“Easy for you to say. You have no idea how important this is for me. I need this role,” Val argued, bending down to pick up the papers with gloves that came halfway up her biceps.
Val was wearing this elegant, muted-gold dress. She was folded at the waist right in front of me, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I couldn't see her dark silk panties through the sheer fabric, she was wearing too many petticoats for that. But I knew she was wearing them because I’d seen her put them on this morning. It was that stark contrast of proper on the outside, but a freak underneath that really turned me on.
She quickly stood back up, facing away from me. I slid a hand around her stomach and pulled her into my chest and hardness. We'd been walking such a dangerous line lately, fucking as often as we did. It was excruciating when we were in public together, I'd be close enough to smell her perfume and feel her breath but I couldn't touch her.
The more I got of her, the more I wanted. Whenever she was around, it felt like my cock was rock hard more times than it wasn't. No woman had ever done this to me. What was wrong with me?
“Arsen, we can't. Definitely not here, who knows when the director will be ready.” Val struggled halfheartedly, but behind the fear in her voice, I could hear her smiling.
“You know what your problem is?” I dragged a hand up her thigh, under her dress and petticoats, then hooked her dark panties with my thumb. “You look too pretty.”
“Arsen!” She whispered, slapping at my hand.
“You're the 'other' woman, right?” I slipped my fingers beneath the elastic strap, and down her smoothly shaved pussy. They slid between her soft lips and rested there. Val stopped struggling, instead she rubbed her ass into my cock. “You need to look like a girl who likes to get dirty.”
Val breathed fitfully in little bursts. She let her head lull back on my shoulder. “This is such a bad idea,” she whispered, more to herself than to me. I watched as she bit her lips and brushed a hand over her breast.
“He chose you,” My voice dropped an octave, the sound licked against her ear. “Because he likes the way you fuck.”
Having her slithering up against me the way she was made it hard to think about anything other than tearing her clothes off. As much as I loved destroying her clothes, this was her costume. I'd have to play nice, or rather I could only ravage her skin this time.
The corset propped up her tits, giving her more cleavage than I thought possible. I wanted to lick every inch of her. I loved the way she looked in this Victorian outfit, I'd definitely be buying her set for her to bring home. It'd be a set that I could tear off her.
She moaned softly as I slipped a finger into her already soaked pussy, then cut the sound off by biting her lip again. I pulled the wet finger out and rubbed slow circles over her clit. Closing her eyes, she reached down through her dress's neckline and pinched her nipple, seeing that drove me crazy.
“Why should I let you fuck me?” My voice was heavy with disdain, like Val was some kind of street urchin. I stroked her rougher, then pushed two fingers into her slick opening, curling them against her soft walls.
“Because, my lord, you like how tight my pussy is.” She breathed the words that threatened to melt me on the spot. Instead, I turned the heat up on her and pulsed my fingers until she was close to coming.
“That's not good enough.” I pulled my fingers out and strummed her clit until she crunched forward and came into my hand. When her aftershocks subsided, I plunged my fingers into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices. She bit them, then sucked them clean.
“What else?” I demanded.
Val twisted around, smiling devilishly. “You like the way I suck your cock.” She said, kissing my fingertips.
“On your knees, serving girl.” I looked hard into her eyes and unzipped the fly of my jeans. “Prove it to me.”
“Yes, my lord.” Without hesitation, Val dropped, eagerly wrenching my cock from my pants. She licked up and down my long, hard shaft, dipping the head into her mouth. I loved how big my cock looked when she grabbed me, she needed both hands to get a good grip on it.
“Faster,” I said, giving her commands. “Squeeze my cock tighter.” She stroked me harder, then plunged my shaft into her mouth until she started to choke on it. It felt incredible. Now that I knew how good she was, I wanted her like this all the time.
Her tongue licked over my head as she sucked, sending wave after wave of mind-shattering pleasure up my shaft. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it might explode out of my chest. Val was perfect.
She worked my cock like no other girl I'd ever been with and soon enough she had me careening over the edge of orgasm. I shot my hot load down her throat. She was surprised at first, then she swallowed and sucked for more. Little earthquakes vibrated through my muscles and I had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over.
When I felt like she might suck my soul out through my cock, I grabbed a handful of her expertly styled hair and wrenched her head back off of me. That nervousness in her earlier was now a ghost of a memory, Val wore the wicked grin of certainty. She knew
she did a damn good job on me.
And looking down at her on her knees, staring up at me for more, I knew that I never wanted to fuck anyone other than her ever again.
Two rapid knocks was followed by the door swinging open. “Miss Dawson? The director will see you now.”
My slick cock was still hard and hovering inches from her chin. The lust on Val's face quickly drained to terror, as she imagined the scandal of being found back stage with her stepbrother's cock in her mouth.
I threw a hammer fist into the door, smashing it shut into the face of the poor bastard that was trying to come in. The man behind the door was thrown backward before he could see inside the room and discover us.
Wide-eyed, Val scurried over to the door on her knees, and locked it. She looked so hot crawling across the floor in that outfit that I could feel my cock getting fully hard again.
“Miss Dawson?” The man behind the door asked again. His voice was groggy and it sounded like he was picking himself up off the ground. I didn't mean to hit him that hard it was just a reaction. Even still, I wouldn't hesitate to do it again if it meant protecting our secret.
“Coming!” Val scrunched her face up and cursed beneath her breath, at the unintentional guilty, double meaning. “I mean, I'll be right out! Just, uh, freshening up!”
“Ok,” the man said, tentatively. “Whenever you're ready, ma'am.”
Val only exhaled when she was sure she could hear his footsteps fade in the opposite direction. “I can't believe we just did that!”
“Relax,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. I helped her back to her feet. “Whatever happens, you can be my 'other' woman anytime.”
Val flashed me a look, that said 'I'd better be your only woman.' I liked seeing that jealousy in her eyes.
