by Alex Rosa
Tutting, she quips, “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?” She points at my briefs barely restraining my hard-on.
“Patience, babe.”
I lean down, pressing my lips back to her stomach. She fights a groan as she says, “Since when do you know anything about patience?”
I laugh, returning my teeth’s grip on her panties, tugging them down over her hips, and off her body.
This silences her and makes me smile. I spread her legs wide, licking my lips. Her slick, soft flesh is what my dirtiest dreams are made of.
“Since right now.” I chide. “I love that your cunt is soaking for me, Skye. Best fucking thing ever.”
“Only for you,” she replies breathily.
“Only for me,” I repeat, greedily confirming it as I lean forward. I place a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, inching my way toward her center.
I bring my hands to her dripping sex, dragging my fingertips between her folds. Her hips squirm.
“I said be still, babe.”
Her resisting moan has my dick desperate to dive inside her. I remind myself of patience and try my best to slow down.
I push two fingers inside, my thumb circling her clit, and I love that Skyler is so receptive to my touch. Her hands claw at the sheets as she fights more fidgeting as I drive my fingers in and out, watching her writhe.
My mouth waters with the need to bring her to orgasm. I want her to feel as much pleasure as possible. I’d give her anything and more, and she would never have to ask.
I pull my hands free and lick her arousal from my fingers. Her searing blue stare devours me smugly from my perch before I bring my mouth to her throbbing clit.
“Bl-ake,” she stutters through her ecstasy. The sound sending an electric current that sparks at the base of my cock.
It fuels me to go on. I lick up and down her sex, my tongue circling her entrance, needing to wrap an arm around her hips to keep her steady. I love the way she tastes. She’s like a sexy birthday cake, layers of delicious filling, and her moans are the icing on top.
Surprising me, her hands come to my arms, peeling them from her.
“Blake,” she attempts more solidly while her fists move to clench around my sheets again, giving her wanton state away.
I pull myself away, “Hmm?”
“I want you inside me.”
“Now?”
“Now,” she demands. “I love your mouth, but I want to feel you. Please.”
It’s a plea that has my dick turning into steel, and it’s not one I’d refuse or fight.
Okay, so maybe patience isn’t my thing.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” I sit up, wiping my mouth on my forearm before scooting between her legs and leaning over her. “You’re kinda demanding, you know that?”
“Only when it comes to you. You don’t get to have me for that long, now make it count.”
I grin, shifting my hips, the head of my cock dripping with the need to fuck as I press it against the opening of her sex.
Only for you. Only for me. Those words heat my insides. I grab her hips, sinking my fingers into the soft flesh. Needing her. Wanting her. This is our perfect bubble. Nothing matters here. When it comes down to it, naked or clothed, in a room full of people or utterly alone, it’s only about us. Her moan is mine, along with her smile, her skin, her orgasm, her laugh, everything. She’s the cure that I didn’t know I needed when we first met, and the fact I have her now and in any way is as spectacular as it is mind-boggling. How did I get so lucky? I don’t deserve her among the chaos, but holy shit, I’d be lost without her as my anchor. Every part of my body yearns for hers. I want to tell her everything. I want to kiss every inch of her skin. I want to drink her, kiss her, and fuck her over and over again into oblivion.
“How bad do you want me, Skyler?”
“So fucking bad. I want your cock inside me. I want you to make me come.”
Could she be any more perfect?
I can’t take it anymore. I drive into her without warning, her body taking me to the hilt. She throws her head back in a shout of ecstasy, her breasts bouncing from my assault. I lean down, taking one of her hard, pink buds into my mouth, and suck hard as my hips piston into hers.
“My dirty girl likes it hard,” I breathe against her skin, licking at her nipple before moving on to the other.
Her moans egg me on as I pull in and out of her. I can already feel her body clenching around me. I bury my head into the crook of her neck, trying to manage my body’s need for release. My hips move of their own accord, unrestrained and desperate, needing and wanting to come inside her, going harder and faster.
Her hands tangle into my hair as her legs get a vice grip around my torso, pulling me into her.
“Skyler, I’m gonna come. I want you to come with me.”
I bring my lips to hers where she meets me for every passionate stroke as my left hand slides down to her stomach to her sex, finding that little pulsing pressure point of bliss. I circle her clit with my fingertips.
Sensitive to the touch, she tries to pull away but my body surrounds her and I don’t let her move. My mouth claims her moans as I ride her orgasm to the surface. Her body clenches around mine and I’m about to blow my load.
“Sky—”
“Keep going—Blake!” she shouts pleadingly, becoming unhinged as her body embraces my cock’s ruthless rhythm.
Her whole body trembles and tightens as her orgasm rips through her body, milking my dick as I find my own blissful release.
My teeth clamp down on her shoulder to hide the shuddering escape of her name on my lips as I beg my body to ride this wave all the way through. The tingle as I come is overwhelming and incredible, and fighting through the ecstasy I ride it until the end and until I’ve emptied every last drop.
It isn’t until I feel her body become languid that I allow mine to collapse next to hers.
“Patience is incredibly overrated,” she exhales as I watch her eyes sink closed.
A sharp chortle escapes me. I place a kiss on her bare shoulder before whispering, “God, I love you,” and we fall asleep, living in the moment because who cares about tomorrow when right now everything is so fucking perfect?
***
“Blake?”
I turn my head to the right to see Skyler, head perched on her hand, staring at me.
“Yes, love?” I ask, slowly closing my eyes, basking in the feeling of being utterly calm and content with her naked body lying against mine under the warmth of the blanket.
She giggles at the endearment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but please don’t go to New York,” she says with obvious sarcasm.
I don’t know why her words please me so, but my eyes fly open in unison with my wide grin. Skyler is always okay with everything I throw at her, but sometimes I love it when she fights me on things, especially on this topic. I’d be bummed if she never admitted that she missed me.
“Come with me?” I ask.
“It’s not that easy, movie star,” she retorts, and I don’t know how to handle it.
“Skye?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know if you know, but . . .” I pause, unsure how to find the words. “Have you been reading any magazines lately?”
Her face empties of emotion, but her disapproving smirk is more adorable than peeved. “Yeah, actually I have. Someone told—” Her words get choked off by a dry gasp.
“Skyler, what’s wrong?”
She scrambles to recover, clearing her throat as she nuzzles into my neck, placing a distractingly sweet kiss behind my ear.
“Nothing. Forget it. I saw my face in People magazine, that’s all. It was a shocker at first, but I’m over it.”
“So, you’re not upset?”
She caresses my f
ace with her hand, dragging it up my jaw until her fingers comb back my hair. “I was, but I don’t know, I came to terms with it more quickly than I thought. This is who you are now, and I love you. I can’t get mad at you, and I can’t do anything about it anyway.”
“Stop being so perfect, will you?” I nudge at her shoulder, activating that girlish giggle.
“Whatever. I just haven’t figured out how we’ll ever get away if these candid photos keep popping up. That’s all I worry about. It’s already so hard for me to have you to myself. I’m not so good at the sharing-you thing.”
All I can think is, I’m glad I rubbed off on her.
“Well, first topic for discussion, we have Wisconsin coming up for Thanksgiving. Is that still something you want to do?”
Her face, solemn only moments ago, brightens like a sunrise on her ocean eyes.
“Of course I do. Your family, Blake!” she squeals. “I wonder what they’re like. I mean, you’re you, and I’d love to meet the sweet Midwest side of you that I see from time to time.” She pauses as she watches my stoic face, and I don’t mean to look so perplexed. “Uh—I mean, that’s if you still want to go. We don’t have to. We can—”
“Skye,” I laugh. “Stop. I want us to go. I want you to meet my mom. She’ll be thrilled that I’m bringing a girl. I just wanted to give you the option to back out. It’s not necessarily a vacation, but for now it’ll be our getaway.”
Her cheeks turn scarlet. “It’s all good enough.”
I take in a deep breath, checking that question off my list. I’m immensely relieved by her excitement. Skyler’s the one, whether she knows it or not, and I can’t wait to show her off to my mom.
“I have a second question.”
“Before you ask . . .” She leans in, pressing her swollen lips to mine, licking over my bottom lip, and then nibbling on it until she hears my reflexive growl before pulling away.
“What was that for?” I ask.
She gifts me with the smirk I most definitely taught her, and utters with almost too much finesse, “Because I can. Your question was?”
I pull in another mentally steadying breath. “Gio called me today.”
The blush that seems to permanently stain her face in my presence vanishes, and I watch her desperately try to keep her smile, but the corners of her mouth falter.
“Oh, yeah?” she asks.
“Are you okay? Have you talked to Gio at all?”
She leans down, placing a delicate kiss on my bare chest as she lets out a chuff. “No, not really. He shows up around the coffee shop from time to time. You know, anything involving him just makes me a bit nervous? He’s so . . . so . . . Gio, ya know?” She shakes her head, as if tossing the thought aside with a mildly sarcastic disdain. “What did he say on the phone?”
I watch her draw invisible circles on my chest with her fingertips, the sensation sending a distracting shiver down my spine.
“Oh, okay. Well, he called to invite us to his gallery opening.”
Skyler lifts her stare from my body, and rests her chin on my chest. “Gallery opening?”
“Yeah. Actually, now that I think about it, it’s kind of a big deal. Gio has spent the past five years traveling and doing contracted photo shoots. I can’t remember the last time he displayed any of his work in this way.”
“Huh,” Skyler chirps. “He invited us?”
I trail my fingers down Skyler’s bare spine, gathering her full attention, while I offer her my most charming grin.
“I know that smile,” she says. “What’d you do?”
“I already said we’d go. It’s important that we’re there.”
“You mean, it’s important you’re there, but I don’t mind being your date,” she says through a series of shameless giggles.
I give her a tight squeeze. “Hey now. It’s important we’re both there. It’s important to Gio, and it’s important to me.”
She nods, for once not in the mood to argue.
“Is everything else okay?” I ask, searching her eyes, getting the weird feeling that there’s something lurking there.
“Yes, of course,” she breathes out. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Until tomorrow, and I miss you for another two weeks . . .” Her sentence trails off in a sigh.
She squirms in my arms, and I can’t tell if it’s because I’m leaving, or if it’s because of that missing puzzle piece I can’t figure out.
“I love you,” she squeaks.
I decide to let it go as I reply, “I love you, too.”
I’ll ask her about the other thing when I get back. We already have so much going on.
I remember Kathryn telling me that I’m full of shit, and hate the way anxiety ripples under my skin.
I kiss Skyler’s forehead, banishing the thought.
Chapter 12
Blake
My jaw hurts from constantly being clenched so tight. For being my agent, and maybe even as my best friend, doesn’t Josh owe it to me to tell me what the hell is on my schedule?
After busting into my room earlier today and tossing a suit onto my hotel-room bed, Josh explained that we have to attend a party tonight; one with flashing cameras and red-carpet interviews. I know this is my life now, and that this is why I’m here, but this was supposed to be my first night off in the two weeks I’ve been here. I have one more day left in NYC before getting to head back home, but normality feels so far off. I had plans to video call Skyler, and had hopes she’d do it in just her underwear, for my sake.
The corners of my mouth lift as my eyes collide with my reflection in the mirror, but the corners fall just as quick at the realization that that was the plan. Now, I have to go make a social appearance.
My hands come up to fiddle with the yellow tie as I attempt to loop it into a Windsor knot, but every time, for the past four times, it’s come out uneven. I fucking hate ties and my compulsive need to do them right.
Knock-knock.
I pull the edge of the tie loose, grumbling as I leave it hanging around my neck while I approach the door.
Lately, I haven’t been the one choosing my fancier getups, and it becomes abundantly clear why as Kathryn appears in a pale yellow ensemble. The dress drops silkily to the floor with a Grecian toga effect as the top of the dress slings over one shoulder; the bodice hugs her voluptuous curves at her breasts and hips, but flows in whimsical lines to the floor. She’s stunning, no denying it, but I hate that my tie has to match her dress. What is this? Prom?
Her red lips widen when she gives my suit a once-over. Gray slacks, and a gray vest open against my crisp, white dress shirt.
“You clean up almost too nicely, Blake,” she says through a slithering smile.
I roll my eyes, and open the door wider to allow her inside. “Hi, Kat.”
When she walks into my hotel room, I notice her clutching a bottle of alcohol, and she places it on the bar before strolling to my window.
“Why is it that your room has a nicer view than mine?”
She doesn’t see the shrug, but I do it anyway as I absentmindedly saunter back into the bathroom to work on this tie.
“So, what’s this party we’re going to tonight?” I shout.
She’s still examining my view as she replies just as loud, “I don’t know the details, but it’s an Entertainment Weekly magazine party. It’s to celebrate big upcoming movie releases, or something like that. That includes us, Blake! Don’t forget we’re kind of a big deal.” Her gleeful tone bounces off the walls of the room.
I smirk, because Kathryn is hell-bent on being a big deal. Sometimes I wonder if she goes out in public just so she’s snapped by the paparazzi to stay relevant. Even after her very public breakup she made it a point to show up to every celebrity party she was invited to. She’s been in the business longer than me, and she feeds off
the fame. I may have modeled my way to where I am now, but I was never one who sought out the limelight. I sought out girls, lots of them, but not the fame. I’m still coming to terms with it.
Now, Josh has a new invitation for me every day, and I just shake my head nearly every time. He doesn’t argue when he knows it’s because I’d rather be with his sister. However, there are some events I can’t ignore. Apparently, like this party, but also this awards show coming up. I’ve been trying to get the guts to ask Skyler to come, but it never feels like the right time. I can’t tell if I want to keep her to myself, safe and away from the chaos, or if I’m worried it’ll be too overwhelming for her in the first place.
A shudder rolls through my body, and I can’t help but think it’s because of my doubt.
Breaking my train of thought, Kathryn has reappeared behind me, placing her hand on my shoulder. I wish it were at least warm, but even through the fabric of my monkey suit, it feels cold and uncomfortable.
She tugs at my shoulder, forcing my body to turn and face her.
“Daydreaming again, lover boy?”
“Maybe,” I mumble as my eyes examine the perfection of her blond updo that’s braided into a bun on top of her head. She’s practically Hollywood royalty, and I have no idea why she wants my attention so damn much.
“What’s the girlfriend up to today, hmm?” she asks as she boldly grabs for the ends of my tie.
I don’t fight it, because I’m too distracted by the question. I miss Skye, and if it’s all over my face, so be it.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t talked to her in a couple days. It’s so hard to find time. She’s busy with school. I was hoping to call her tonight, but it seems we’ll be busy, too.”
Kathryn’s lips curl upward as she loops my tie into a knot. “You know, you’re allowed to have fun. We can actually try and have a good time tonight. You’re such a stiff lately. You were more carefree when we started filming. You tell me not to let the outside world affect me, but I worry about you, too. Loosen up!”
She tugs at the tie, tightening the perfect knot, but keeps her hands right below my chin.
