Porter (Dick Dynasty #1)

by David Michael

  Holly stepped into my side and shivered slightly. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to my chest, using my own body heat to help keep her warm.

  Neither of us said a word as we stood there watching the last of the day’s light disappear below the horizon.

  I rested my chin on top of her head and tried not to think about the beast inside of me that she had awakened. I could feel it shifting around and knew it was only a matter of time before it was fully alert and took control. I wanted to enjoy the time we had together before that happened and we were forced to go our separate ways.

  She sighed heavily and relaxed into me, folding her hands over the top of mine.

  Twilight had officially fallen over California and the tide was slowly making its way back up the shoreline. If we didn’t move soon, we’d be stuck on the rock and our only option would be to wade through the shallows back to dry land.

  “We should get back up to the car,” I didn’t loosen my hold at all, “before the tide comes in.”

  She nodded her head, but didn’t say anything. We stood there a few moments longer before she finally dropped her arms and took a half step forward.

  I wasn’t prepared for the nakedness I felt without her pressed into me. Alarms went off in my head, warning me to cut ties and run while I could, but the next words out of her mouth silenced them.

  Four words from her and I was practically on my knees ready to drop rose petals on the ground she walked on.

  “Come home with me.”

  As soon as the words left my mouth a knot of terror formed in my stomach. An invisible steel band clamped down around my chest making it hard to breathe and I couldn’t do anything but stare at him, waiting for a response.

  I, Holly Nash, had just asked a porn star to come home with me.

  What if he said no? What if he laughed at me? Or worse, what if he said yes?

  Porter just stood there, frozen, for what seemed like an eternity.

  Finally, he smiled softly and without a word, reached his hand toward me.

  This is really happening.

  The excitement that rushed through me overshadowed the terror and I began to breathe again.

  Of its own accord, my own hand slid into his and my legs robotically carried me along beside him back to the car.

  I drove on autopilot the entire way back into Los Angeles. I couldn’t spare any focus for the road since every ounce of my willpower was being devoted to fighting off the panic attack that threatened to overtake me.

  The silence between us was awkward. I wasn’t able to form words and no hint of Porter’s usual easygoing demeanor was present. He stared straight ahead, didn’t touch the stereo, and never took his hand off of mine.

  I pulled into my driveway and shut off the ignition. We both sat there like nervous teenagers outside a cheap motel on prom night.

  “I need wine,” I blurted as I opened my door and practically jumped out of the car.

  He followed suit, a little more calmly than I had, and we made our way up the walkway to the front door.

  My anxiety spiked as my trembling hand slid the key into the lock and a vision of Porter sliding into me in the same way flashed through my mind’s eye.

  I bolted for the kitchen as soon as the door swung open, trusting that Porter would have the sense to close it behind us. Two of my largest wine glasses were filled to the brim with merlot before he even made his way into the kitchen.

  I downed half of mine in one breath and refilled it as he calmly lifted his own glass and sipped at it. The huge dose of wine did wonders for my nerves and reminded me to take a deep breath. My hands steadied as I did so and the terror I felt slowly taking the reins again gave way to a giddy excitement. The heat from the wine spread through my stomach and mixed with the warmth that had begun to spread throughout me at the prospect of having Porter in my house.

  “Feel better?” he asked when I had finally stopped quivering.

  “A bit,” I took a more controlled sip of my wine.

  “This can all happen at your pace, Holly. I’m not going to let you do anything you’re not one hundred percent on-board with.”

  The soft reassurance further suppressed any doubts I felt and my confidence in my invitation began to rise. The fact that Porter Hale could stand in my kitchen with a raging hard-on and tell me that the ball was in my court flipped a switch inside me and my walls started coming down.

  I took another long swallow from my glass before setting it down on the counter and taking a step toward him. I reached up with one hand and ran a thumb over the sexy stubble on his jaw. I couldn’t help but smile at the anticipation I could see burning in his eyes. My other hand went to his groin, pressing his impressive anatomy against my palm and slowly rubbing my way along its length.

  “It’s been a long time for me, Porter. One step at a time is all I can handle.”

  I could feel the warmth of his arousal as I reached the head, causing it to jump beneath my fingers. He hissed a breath through his teeth and set his own wine glass down on the counter beside mine.

  Before I could register what was happening, his strong fingers were wrapped in my hair, holding my head in place as his lips crushed down on mine like a starving man before a feast. He pressed his way into my mouth, taking all I was willing to give. I could feel him tasting, sampling, exploring, and savoring me. I was powerless to stop him, but there wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to. I opened for him and let him ravish me with his mouth.

  About the time I began to see stars, his heated kisses finally gave way to gentleness. Sated, he planted one last kiss on my jaw and stepped away panting.

  Without the support of his hands on my head, I had to lean against the counter or risk collapsing to the floor as the heady high of my passion threatened to topple me.

  “That was,” I gasped, “intense.”

  “I’m sorry I lost control. I needed to taste you, Holly. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to do that. I swear to you that whatever happens tonight, you’re in control from here on out.”

  The idea of having Porter at my command shot a tongue of heat through my sex. The bikini bottoms I still wore beneath my pants were soaked and it wasn’t from the ocean.

  A spot of wetness had also appeared at the end of the bulge in Porter’s jeans. I had the sudden, uncontrollable urge to taste him as well.

  I took him by the hand and led him from the kitchen, abandoning the half-full glasses of wine.

  Butterflies the size of kittens rioted in my stomach. They became more frantic with each step we took toward my bedroom door until I was sure that if I opened my mouth they’d come fluttering out.

  The door closed behind us with a gentle click and I led him over to the bed, guided only by the dim light filtering through my windows from the alley behind my house.

  I squeaked in surprise as his powerful arms scooped me off my feet and my heart hammered in my chest as he gently lay me down on the bed. He stood over me, staring as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I stared right back, taking in every inch of his lean, predatory body. His tee shirt stretched with each rapid, heaving breath he took and I knew at that moment that he was just as impatient for what was about to happen as I was.

  Porter lowered himself onto the bed beside me and softly kissed my lips. He peppered gentle whispers of flesh-on-flesh along my jaw and neck then down to my collarbone. I closed my eyes and pushed every last thought out of my head. I didn’t want to think about it, I just wanted to feel it; to feel him.

  One of his huge hands came down on my waist and skirted its way beneath my shirt. The feeling of his strong fingers trailing across my hip bone sent my nervous system into overdrive. Every inch of my body, inside and out, tingled with the electricity of his touch. The path he traced over the flesh between my hip and my ribs blazed to life and shot pulses of need straight to the center of me.

  My breath hitched as his fingers slid under the bikini top and tenderly mass
aged the overly sensitive flesh of my breast. He growled deep in his chest as his hips pressed forward and crushed his erection into my thigh.

  His exploration finally landed on my nipple and I moaned and arched my back as he gently took the peaked nub between his thumb and forefinger. A mixture of color and shadow burst before my eyes and I knew that I was going to climax before he even made his way south of the border.

  His hips were now grinding against me steadily as he slowly worked my nipple. His mouth came down on mine and I opened for him once more, allowing him to pull the flavors from my mouth with his tongue. He wanted to taste me, to know me, to consume me. I could feel it in the way he made sure to explore every inch.

  I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the ache that had built up between them, but the sensation had the opposite effect. The whisper of cotton over my clitoris, when combined with the sensations Porter’s body provided, sent me over the edge. I came hard for him.

  The sound of my release triggered something inside of him and his actions became more urgent—more desperate.

  His hand shot out of my shirt and tugged at the button on my jeans as he sat up and removed his shirt with his free hand.

  “I want to taste you, Holly. I want to swallow you down and have you inside me. May I taste you?” The words were controlled and breathy, as if it took everything he had not to shout them at me.

  “Please,” I begged.

  That one word was all the encouragement he needed.

  I heard the button from my jeans land somewhere across the room and he tugged the denim off my legs with such force that I was nearly dragged to the floor with them. He shoved the strip of bikini to the side and took me to the edge once more.

  When his mouth crushed down on my sex and my world flew apart, I can’t remember what words flew out of my mouth. All I recall were the groans of approval as my orgasm flooded out of me and into Porter. He pressed his mouth to me, nursing every last bit as if it were the only thing on the planet that could sustain him. His tongue lapped at me as he gasped for breath and fought to control himself. I could feel him vibrating with the force of his restraint.

  When I came down from the high he had given me, I wasted no time in begging for another. My entire body was alive in a way I had never experienced. Porter had awakened something inside me. Something powerful and primal flowed through me every time he touched me.

  “I can’t wait anymore,” I moaned, “I want you inside me, Porter.”

  He groaned and trailed a finger along my slit, “You’re even more beautiful than I had imagined, Holly.”

  He pushed the bikini top up over my breasts and brought his mouth down on my nipple as I struggled to remove it the rest of the way. He gently sucked the soft pink bud into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, causing it to harden. At the same moment, he slid a single finger into me, filling a fraction of the space that begged to be occupied.

  “Porter,” I needed everything he had to offer and my voice did nothing to hide my desire, “Porter, please.”

  I could feel another orgasm building inside me as his tongue and teeth worked my nipple hungrily and his thumb traced circles over my clit as another finger slid into me all the way to the knuckle.

  He could feel it building, too.

  His mouth and fingers massaged me in perfect time with each other. He ruthlessly drove me back to the edge and kept me hanging there with his relentless pace. He slid another finger into me without breaking his rhythm and I shattered yet again.

  Porter continued his assault on my senses even as the walls of my vagina clamped down around his hand, grabbing at him like a drowning man would a life preserver.

  The fog that filled my brain and blurred my vision was more stubborn to dissipate than those of my previous orgasms. I was rendered incapable of speech by the force of the climax and the only way I could communicate what my body wanted was to moan and mewl, mutely begging him to fill me completely. To join with me in the only way he hadn’t yet.

  He pulled his fingers out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping for breath.

  “Condom,” he snapped.

  What?

  I moaned in hazy response.

  “Holly!” the word was harsh and cleared enough of the cotton in my brain that I could follow what he said next, “I need a condom. Now!”

  “I…” I tried to remember what a condom was, “I don’t think I have any of those.”

  “Fuck!” he cursed, so loudly that I jumped.

  As the reality of the situation sank in, guilt began to worm its way around in my stomach. I couldn’t leave him like that.

  I pushed myself up into a sitting position and slowly crawled to the foot of the bed where he stood watching me. I reached a shockingly confident hand toward his belt. His exposed abdomen distracted me before I could be bothered to fight with his belt.

  I splayed my fingers over the smooth, solid surface just above the waist of his jeans. The muscle was hard, but the skin there was so soft to the touch. I traced a single finger down the deep groove to one side of the rippling six-pack before me. His breath hitched and the muscles in his stomach tightened as the tip of my finger dipped into his pants.

  Faster than I’d ever seen anyone move before, he had his belt off and his fly open. I could see the outline of his shaft through his underwear and felt a dull, aching throb begin to pulse inside of me.

  Simply going down on him wasn’t going to quench the thirst my body had for him. I would have him buried inside of me before the night was through—one way or another.

  Fair is fair though, and a little foreplay never hurt anything.

  I reached forward, parting the opening to his pants even further and tugging them down his hips.

  Inch after inch of his massive dick was revealed to me beneath the thin veil of his cotton boxer-briefs. When it finally sprang free of the denim, he groaned in relief and dropped his head back so that he was looking up at the ceiling.

  I could now see the outline of the huge head that crowned his thick shaft. It was only a couple inches smaller in diameter than my wrist. A brief moment of panic shot through me as I wondered how I would fit it inside of me. I quickly pushed the thought aside and focused on the task at hand.

  My hand had started trembling again as I reached forward to take hold of him.

  I hooked a finger in either side of the elastic band and pulled downward, slowly revealing what was left to see of his body. I slowly moved my fingers together as the undergarment dropped until my fingers framed the bulk of his stiff cock, gently stroking the sensitive skin as I finished unveiling his sex.

  I traced the tip of my finger around the massive tip. The entire length of him jumped beneath my hand and a small drop of lubricant slid out of his slit and onto my finger.

  I glanced up and met his intense gaze. He had been watching me explore his body. I raised my finger, slick with his arousal, and slid it between my lips without breaking eye contact.

  He moaned deep in his chest and his cock jumped again, pulling my attention back to pleasing him. I wrapped my fingers around him and slowly pumped from base to head and back before leaning forward and lapping at the sweet nectar that had beaded at the tip.

  Porter hissed a sharp breath through his teeth at the delicate contact of my warm tongue with his now-throbbing penis.

  I hesitated a moment with my mouth half open.

  “I’m clean. I have to get tested once a month.”

  It only took me a moment to realize he had mistaken my hesitance for fear of disease.

  “I was just considering how I was going to fit it inside of me,” I whispered with a wink.

  Before he could say anything else or my brain could talk me out of going forward, I opened my mouth as far as I could and impaled my throat on his shaft.

  “Oh my…” he groaned, tensing his entire body, “Fuck!”

  I sealed my lips around him and began a slow, steady assault on his senses. Each time
the end of his length pressed against my tonsils, I gagged just a little bit, causing him to moan in ecstasy and gently push his hips forward before I could draw myself off him again. When I came to the end, I took a deep breath through my nose and swirled my tongue around the underside of his head. I made sure to pay special attention to the bundle of nerves on the bottom of his shaft.

  “God, Holly,” his hands rested gently on top of my head as I continued to work him at my own pace, “You feel so good.”

  I could feel his fingers slowly tightening on my hair and knew he was getting close.

  The idea of him finishing without being inside of me the way I wanted made my vagina throb in protest. I continued to take him deeper and deeper into my throat with each repetition and, to alleviate the need that had built itself into an all-consuming desire, reached down to plunge to of my own fingers inside me.

  I came almost instantly, moaning around the flesh that filled my mouth and drawing another primal groan of satisfaction out of Porter.

  “Holly,” his voice had gone up an octave and he was practically pulling my hair out of my scalp, “I’m gonna…”

  I popped my mouth off of him before he could finish, “No you’re not. You’re clean, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. We can buy condoms tomorrow.”

  I leapt at him, wrapping my legs around his hips and causing him to stumble backwards. I crushed my mouth down on his as he tried to catch his balance. He took two more steps backwards and his back met with the door, jolting us both to the bone.

  He stepped out of his jeans and underwear still wrapped around his ankles.

  I nipped at his bottom lip and used my legs around his waist to leverage myself up and down, occasionally bringing my swollen, super-heated sex in contact with his own throbbing arousal.

  He snarled in time with the contact, crushing my ass with his powerful hands more fiercely with each thrust.

  “If you’re sure, Holly, I need to be inside of you now. I can’t wait anymore. I’ve been thinking about nothing else for weeks and being this close is a cruel form of torture.”