by N. K. Smith
“I’m not shy. Just quiet. And why play hard to get when I want to get hard?”
She glances at my stiff dick and smiles. “See you soon.”
Back in my suite, I wonder if it’s a good idea to have sex with Julie. I don’t know her well, and while that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy some carnal pleasures with her, I don’t know if she will be someone I’ll ever be able to call a girlfriend. And having a girlfriend is what I truly want.
I’m always better inside of a relationship than without. I love sex, but it’s always better when emotions are allowed to develop. I’ve only had one one-night stand before my drunken booty call with Alicia, and the rest of my sexual encounters have been with girlfriends, so I don’t know if pursuing Julie is something I even should do. Maybe it’s not the wisest thing to get involved with the director’s right hand woman, but Julie is hot, and if she’s willing, I’m not going to turn her down.
A knock sounds as I step out of the shower. The water had been cool and helped my dick settle back into not-getting-any mode. I swing open the door with only my towel wrapped around my waist.
Julie’s eyes rake over my body. “Waiting for me?”
My instant hard-on is made harder by her body pressing against mine as she kicks the door closed. After a moment, she circles me, keeping as much contact as possible. I can feel the pads of her fingers and her fingernails just grazing over my skin. The gentle touch seems to heighten my sensation. My flesh rises. When she’s behind me, I feel her fingers swirl around the tribal tattoo I got two years ago on my left shoulder blade.
“You don’t strike me as a tattoo kind of a guy,” she says.
“I know. I lost a bet and couldn’t pussy out.”
Julie moans when I say the word pussy, then licks the tattoo. Everything moves fast as she circles back around, pulls off my towel, and starts undressing. I don’t even have time to say hello.
By this time, I’m winded already, and my mind is going a mile a minute. My confidence had waned since parting from her earlier, and I hadn’t really expected to see her. I thought maybe our thing in the conference room had just been her playing with me, but now standing in my room, partially naked and devouring my mouth, I realize Julie isn’t playing. I’m going to have sex with this beautiful woman.
Her advice from earlier runs through my mind. Julie said timid people go nowhere, and while I’ve never thought of myself as timid, per se, I’m not the man of action I’m sure Julie is used to. But if I’m going to satisfy a woman like her, I’ll need to be.
I don’t let her finish undressing herself. With my mouth still connected with hers, I remove her black satin bra and panties. There is nothing hotter than a fine woman in matching bra and panties.
Julie reaches for my dick and starts stroking me off while I take one perfectly rounded breast in each hand. I’m walking backward, and she tries to direct me to the bed, but I have another idea.
When we’re in the bathroom, I press her against the vanity and end the kiss to glance up at the mirror. I look badass with her wrapped around me.
Her little moan of displeasure as I step away from her isn’t lost on me.
“Be patient.” I chuckle and turn on the water. “They’ve given me this Jacuzzi tub and it would be a shame not to put it to good use.”
I look over my shoulder at Julie. She brings her legs up, and her heels are on the lip of the vanity. Her fingers are slick with moisture as she rubs light circles over her clitoris.
If I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, the sight of her masturbating proves me wrong. The water runs and while I watch her, I pull on the head of my dick. I’m invincible. She wants me deep inside of her. Julie’s eyes never leave my groin as I stare at the beautiful spot between her legs and she slips a finger in.
Finally, we both look at each other and she gives me a fuck-me smile. With a calm I don’t really feel, I turn the water off, move quickly to her, and throw myself onto my knees to bury my face between her legs.
Julie tightens her fingers in my hair and scrapes my scalp.
She smells like roses and tastes like a sweet, tangy apple. If I’d known she would smell and taste this good, I wouldn’t have waited to put my face in this decadent place.
I lap at her sensitive spots and she writhes, letting out loud sounds of desire when I trail my tongue down and push it into her. I pull back out and flick it around her tight little box. The writhing turns to tremors, which then become body shakes, after I slide a finger into her. Her muscles contract and she rises up on the vanity. I pull away to see her performing some kind of yoga move.
She pants. “Don’t fucking stop. I wanna come.”
So I don’t stop. I pump my fingers in and out and vary the speed so Julie can’t quite get to the orgasm she so actively seeks. It’s not until she pushes my head away and starts fucking my fingers rhythmically when she comes.
I can safely say that watching and feeling Julie come on my hand is the single best erotic moment of my life thus far. When I remove my fingers from her, she sits up and slides off the vanity. I pump my cock with my wet hand.
“That,” she begins slowly, “was a very evil thing you just did. Toying with me like that.” She stalks me.
The bathroom is small, so there isn’t anywhere for me to go but in the tub. The water is perfect. I stare up at her and can tell she wants more as she turns on the jets. “You liked being toyed with,” I say. “And now you need to be filled up, stretched, and fucked until you can’t remember what day it is.”
I lift my hips out of the water and show her my hard-on. Julie licks her lips while her fingers find her clit again. The jets make the water bubble. I’m on the verge of being overstimulated when she climbs in and slowly sinks down on me. I momentarily think about condoms, but it’s too late now.
She’s so tight. I close my eyes in response to the sensation of being inside of her. Every time I have sex, there is a moment right in the beginning when I feel like it’s my first time, and I’m going to explode on impact. I struggle against it because I’m not ready for the night to end.
My hands go to her hips as she starts to slide forward on top of me. The water is hot, but she’s only submerged to her waist. The rest of her rises in gooseflesh. Her eyes are locked on mine, and I can’t look away even if I want to.
Julie rocks her hips up quickly as she slides forward again. “Do you like that?”
My breath catches. Unable to talk, I bite my lower lip and nod. My brow creases and I tighten my fingers on her waist. She feels so good. The water starts to slosh around while her rhythm increases. One of her hands is splayed over my sternum, the other one kneads her breasts. Julie throws her head back and she starts riding me hard.
I groan as she draws out my pleasure with long graceful movements, but when she shortens her now quick motions, I can’t keep from saying, “Fuck me, baby.”
“Tell me when you’re close,” she whispers.
My breath is coming faster now, and I feel the tension rising up within me. It won’t be long, but I struggle against my urge to come right now. Just a little longer to ensure her satisfaction.
I keep a hold of her hips as I pull and push her to make the rhythm something I can handle without exploding into her. It’s not until her sexy voice echoes in the bathroom that I allow myself to think about coming.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, that’s it. I’m going to fucking . . . you’ve got me. Do you like this?” she asks, but I know she isn’t looking for an answer, but she’s lost in the intensity of her approaching orgasm.
I can no longer control her movements. She rises up and slams down on me. The sloshing of the water sounds like the waves of the Pacific. Julie slams down on me again. Once, twice, three more times before I feel the pressure within me about to snap.
I tighten my fingers on her hips and I lift her off me. I make her stand up, then bring her beautiful little pussy up to my mouth. I hold her there with a hand on her ass as I wrap my other one around my cock and
start stroking it fast. I squeeze harder because I need to mimic the pressure of her heat.
My mouth never stops on her clitoris, and her hips continue to buck against me as she rides my face. The moment I feel my orgasm hit, I move the hand on her ass between her legs. Three fingers makes her groan and she begins to move wildly, fucking my fingers, fucking my face, and saying every dirty word she can think of.
Just as I reach the height of my full orgasm, my face is soaking wet again, but I don’t stop sucking that clit. I lessen the pressure as her body goes rigid and her shouts crescendo.
When she finishes, she slides down and drapes herself over me. We lie there and enjoy the jets and water for long minutes until she grabs the soap and starts rubbing it on her breasts.
We clean up, and later move out into the main room, which is also my bedroom while living in this hotel. She lounges on my bed as I order some room service. It arrives at my door quicker than expected and after it arrives, Julie sprawls out on my bed as she eats the fruit plate they brought up. When she pops a grape into her mouth, she notices me watching her.
I flip a copy of Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason over and over in my hands. I’m not going to read it, although that was my plan before Julie came to my room. I just need something to do with my hands, so I turn the book over and study the cover. I wonder if she’s read it, but then dismiss the thought because I’ve been trying to read it for months and can’t make it through the damned thing, so I can’t see Julie making it through, either.
But I need something to fill the silence, so I ask the only thing I can think of. “Do you like working for Cole?”
Before I can worry about whether I should’ve even asked that, Julie answers, “Yeah. She’s a great boss.”
“But it’s kind of a 24-7 gig?”
“Sometimes, but I get to travel the world for free and meet interesting people,” she says with a nod toward me to indicate I am one of those people. “Plus, she pays better than most.”
I grab a strawberry. “Really?”
“Hell, yeah, but she expects a lot, especially about keeping her private life private.”
“Private life? Like who she dates?” Cole seems like a very closed person. Whenever I look at the gossip magazines, or watch the celebrity sightings shows, she doesn’t seem like some other stars who play it up for the camera. While there are professional photos of her at premiers or award shows, and paparazzi pictures of her doing almost everything, one thing absent in most of them are well-known celebrity men.
There are plenty of pictures of her with men, but never with the same guy twice, and they all seem unknown. The shots are usually grainy ones of her at a club, or leaving a bar. Those always look like they come from just regular people with cells who just snapped a picture because they realized it was someone famous.
Julie’s laugh cuts the air. “She doesn’t date. She consumes men.”
Again, I think about how if Julie isn’t supposed to talk about it, I probably shouldn’t ask about it. But I’ve been Cole’s fan for so long and I can’t help myself. Before I know it, I’m asking something else. “But what about Oliver Jonas and Quin Houston?”
Julie shrugs. “Well, they were more intense lovers than men she dated. Dating implies something casual, when really she’s all or nothing. Don’t repeat this or anything, because I’m not supposed to talk about it. Usually I don’t, and I have no clue why I’m starting now, but I like you.”
She smiles at me and bites her lower lip for a second, then continues on as if she isn’t spilling gossip people would pay big money to hear. “Cole either just fucks them or has a long drawn out love affair. I mean, Quin? They’re still sort of seeing each other when things work out, but he’s got a drinking problem, and she’s a recovering addict, so as you can imagine, not the best match out there. And Oliver . . . well, I think she kind of loves him, but he tends to break her heart. He’s all kinds of sophisticated, and he’s super private.”
“But isn’t Cole the same?” I realize how loose lipped she’s being about our boss.
“Yeah, but Ollie can’t stand the paparazzi and the sneaky way they have to conduct their lives together. I mean, if you want to keep a relationship secret in Hollywood, which they did for over two years, there’s a lot of complex rendezvous points, car switching, hiding behind hats and sunglasses, and false names. Ollie doesn’t dig that shit, and he can only stand it for so long, so when he misses her, he comes back, but when it gets to be too much, he bolts.”
“That sucks.”
“She likes two types of guys. The strong, manly ones, you know, the guys who just see something they want and take it. Like Oliver. And then she likes the sweet, sensitive types. Intellectual, well-read, quiet, classy, and poised, but powerful—like Quin. Never seen both in one package, but when that dude comes along, I bet she’ll fall hard, and I’m not sure she’ll be able to keep it a secret.”
Julie pushes the remains of the fruit tray away, and the sexy smirk she likes to wear returns. “So . . .” She runs her hands down her body. That one little action returns all of the attention back onto her. “Did you like fucking me?”
Damn, she has a dirty mouth. My cock twitches. “Yeah, I did.”
She kneels with her legs apart so the still sex swollen lips of her pussy part. Cupping her breasts in both hands, she asks, “Do you like my tits?” Julie pinches her nipples.
I feel my dick grow. “Yeah, I do.”
She trails one hand down between her legs and uses two fingers to spread herself open. “And what about this pussy? Did you like eating it?”
I get up onto my knees now. Her eyes are fixed on my groin, so I make a show of grabbing my rapidly growing cock by the base and squeezing it. The blood gets trapped, and the veins stick out. She wets her lips as the fire in her eyes burns hotter.
“I loved the taste of you,” I say in a low rumble.
“How did it feel to be inside me?”
“Fucking great.”
Julie puts her hands on the bed and gets on all fours. She turns to face away from me. “How about my ass? Do you think I have a nice ass?”
This time, I don’t speak. I move up behind her and stick my face right in her sweet spot. My chin tickles her clitoris as my tongue enters her. My nose brushes against her tight puckered hole, and I wonder how good it would feel if I stuck my dick in there.
I get her wet again, but before I can get her off, she rises back onto her knees and twists around to look at me. “Now, now, Devon, I know what you’re thinking, and before I can let you in there, you’re going to have to show me how much you want it.”
I’m struck again by the fact that this is my life. I cannot wait to see what happens next.
Chapter 4
Cole
It’s day eight of filming and already I can’t wait until my next project. I’ve secured the rights to direct Call Me Out, an intense New York City family drama, but now I have to work on getting the actors I want. Some of the roles can wait to be filled, but I desperately want the role of Hayden, a mid-twenties character, to be filled by someone I know who can naturally portray all of the character’s elements.
The actor has to be intelligent. Someone who reads everything he can get his hands on. He has to be sweet, because the character of Hayden is, at his heart, an abandoned young man just looking for acceptance and love. And the actor has to be charming, because the character is known to charm everyone he meets, except for his father and the girl he sets his hopes upon.
In short, I want Devon Maddox, and all I have to do is convince the studio he’s perfect for the project. I’ve already set a precedent of lowering my standards and integrity by directing this low-budget, cheesy teen romance, Tortured Desires, in order to acquire the right to direct Call Me Out, so I’ll do what it takes to have my pick of actors.
There is just something about Devon that intrigues me. He isn’t like the others in this movie. He doesn’t whoop and holler in between takes or talk about
the results of the last NFL game. Devon is quiet and reserved. Along with the script curled in his back pocket, he carries books around the set with him. I once overheard him trying to strike up a conversation with the gaffer about Taoism and the implications and limitations of daily practice in modern day society. The conversation didn’t go far. I should’ve jumped in, but one of the other actors distracted me. He reads, but every once in a while when I glance over at him, I see him observing everyone around him; studying them. It’s the smart thing to do as an actor, since the world is filled with inspiration.
Just as I’m about to round everyone up after the lunch break, Julie comes over with my cell. “Oliver wants to talk to you.”
I give her a look, and she shifts uncomfortably and glances away. I love having Julie around, but sometimes she makes decisions based on what she wants instead of what I want. Take my ex, Oliver, for example. Julie likes him, always has, so whenever he calls, his smooth, practiced voice convinces her to give the cell to me.
Julie holds the cell out, and I know she gets the message loud and clear.
Don’t do that again. The way she averts her eyes is enough to tell me she knows I don’t approve of her deciding to take the call instead allowing me to decide. But just because she knows what I would say, doesn’t mean she won’t let it happen again.
With a sigh, I take the cell and hold it to my ear. “Hey, Oliver. How are you?”
“Cole, it’s good to hear your voice.”
God, I love his rich tones. They wash over me like silk and satin. I say nothing back because he hasn’t answered my question, and I know his tricks.
“I’m in Boston, actually, and thought maybe we could meet.”
My heart thumps in my chest, and it takes a moment for me to wrestle the instant emotions forcing their way out of the deep, dank dungeons of my metaphorical heart. I’m keenly aware that I’m still in front of the entire cast.
With a glance around at the table, I can see that no one is looking directly at me, but I’m not stupid enough to think they’re not paying attention to everything. People always care about the most insignificant things when it comes to me.
