by Lexy Timms
I stood, unmoving. Just as he was about to touch me, I stuck out an arm and a leg.
“You cannot enter without the password,” I declared.
“The password is ‘Take it, girl,’” he growled, attempting to grab me again. I resisted.
“That is not the password,” I declared.
“Sure it is, what’re you talking about?”
“The password is something specific. Something that I want…”
“Yeah, there’s something specific that I want as well,” he said, inching up to my mouth. We shared a sexy kiss, where I could truly taste him. I felt the wrath of his tongue as if it was a weapon with which to thwart me.
I was enjoying the kisses and he gently began to push me backward…
I resisted, grabbing a hold of his bottom lip with my teeth and tugging before I smiled at him.
“You want there to be a password for entering me too?” I asked him. I kissed him again, lightly running my tongue up his face before returning to my post. “Now, I want to know something about your tattoo. I get it, you don’t have to explain what it is. Every frame means something different to you. I want you to tell me about one of them.”
He straightened up, intrigued. “That’s it? That’s the password?”
“I assume only a handful of women know any of the significance behind your tattoo.”
“Only a handful of people know the meaning behind any of it,” he corrected. “Not all of them are happy or sexy. They might kill the mood, you know?”
“So, none of the frames on your film strip mean something happy or sexy?” I wondered. “A lot of those frames have content and some of them don’t look so bad! Come on, I really want to know. If I get a tattoo, I promise I’ll tell you what it means…”
He looked down at his chest, examining his multilayered ink for something appropriate. I didn’t want him to take long. It didn’t matter what he said, I was so horny for him already.
He pointed to a frame close to his left peck. I scooted close to him to see which one it was. Inside it there was a small beach. Beside it, there were exotic trees and a winding asphalt road. What stood out to me was the sunset. The water and the sky had stunning shades of purple, orange, and blue that I hadn’t seen before.
“That doesn’t look like any place I’ve ever seen,” I muttered.
“Yeah I know,” he agreed. “It’s not a real place.”
I looked up at him, confused.
“Well, I don’t think it’s a real place,” he continued. “But, I’m hoping maybe I’m wrong.”
“…I don’t follow,” I said.
“Growing up, around high school and early college, I used to have this recurring dream about this beach all the time. I’ve no recollection of ever going to a place that looks like this. I’ve no memories of stopping by a beach like this on a road trip for a quick dip. It has no tangible reason to be a part of my subconscious. And yet, I dreamt of this beach so often and with such detail that it felt like a real place. Isn’t that strange?”
“I don’t think that’s strange,” I said truthfully.
“Whenever I really liked a girl, I would dream about this place quite a lot,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “A lot of girls have been on this fictional beach, yourself included!”
“I thought you said it was a recurring dream when you were younger,” I said.
“I still dream about it occasionally,” he admitted. “You were there with me about a week ago.”
“Oh, was I…?”
“Yeah, you definitely were, believe me,” he said. “And let me tell you, you’re feisty as in my dreams as you are in reality.”
I bit my lip, lightly kicking him. His gaze went down to my crotch for a brief moment before returning to my eyes.
“So, you got that tattoo because of how often you dreamt of that place and what it meant for you in the deep recesses of your REM cycle?”
“I got it because I used to be able to see it so vividly when I was in high school and in my early twenties,” he responded. “But, the less I dreamt of it, the more I worried that some of the details were going to escape me as time went on. So, I wanted to preserve it. This is the place I saw. Now you know about one of my dreams.”
I grabbed onto his pants, pulling him against me and leading us stumbling into the bedroom. He kicked the door shut and tossed his pants off.
Before he could take his boxers off, I grabbed his hands. I raised them and put them on my chest, allowing him to touch and caress me. He enjoyed himself and I enjoyed the way he manhandled me.
I truly did believe that he would erupt quickly under the circumstances. I wanted to time it as perfectly as possible. We were always seconds apart before and I wanted us to achieve our climaxes at the exact same moment. I was determined to have it my way.
“Tell me about what we did in your dream,” I requested.
“Oh, we did a lot,” he chuckled. He began to rub my nipples delicately with his thumbs, making them grow harder by the second. His powerful hands managed to contain fingers that could move like air. I didn’t want him to stop playing with my breasts.
“Well, tell me about any of it,” I moaned. “Any of it, I want to know…”
He returned to rubbing and caressing my entire chest. “Well, what we’re doing right now was going on at one point.”
“Mhmm…”
He slid his hands down into my gown, taking my breasts fully in his hands. Nothing stood between my nipples and his light fingers and I loved that even more.
“These amazing breasts kept hitting me in the face during parts of it.”
“Is that so?”
I pulled my nightgown down only slightly, but enough to give my chest space. He leaned over and sucked on my nipples, drawing out continued moans and cries of pleasure.
“Justin…” I moaned.
He lightly nibbled on my tits when he was done, leaving them slightly sore, but nicely tended to. He put them back in his hands and he began to kiss along my neck, running his mouth into my ear.
“In the dream,” he whispered in my ear. “You were on top of me, riding me like no one had before. Your chest smacked my face over and over and I took it gladly.” He licked my ear, lightly tugging on my earlobe. “I want that so badly.”
I turned to face him. I put my hands on his boxers, preparing to pull them down.
“Why don’t we try and make your dream come true?” I offered.
The idea of intense foreplay while still partially clothed was still something I wanted. But in that moment, all I wanted was to please him as much as possible. I had yet to ride him that way. I wasn’t afraid of my abilities, but I hoped it would last… I still intended to share an orgasm with him.
“Any other details about your dream that you’d like to share?” I asked as I slid his boxers down, ensuring that I teased his hard cock for a few seconds.
“We were pulling on each other’s hair, if I recall correctly,” he said, grinning and caressing my face with his right hand.
I took his hand, running his fingers across my lips. Whenever his fingers neared my barely open mouth, I could feel a slight twitch. When this happened, I would lick or suck on the tips of the twitching finger. Soon, most of his fingers ended up in my mouth, close to the back of my throat.
I pushed him onto the bed. While I stripped, he used his moist fingers to lubricate his throbbing erection.
As he masturbated, getting harder the longer I stood before him, a dangerous but enticing idea occurred to me.
“I’m on the pill,” I informed him. I’d been on birth control since the eleventh grade. “Can I trust you?”
His eyes widened and I feared he would burst in his own hand over the notion of my proposition. I began to lightly rub my clit, hoping for the right answer.
“I’m all good,” he responded.
“You sure?” I wondered.
“Totally sure,” he said. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I di
dn’t need much convincing, I was already imagining what it would feel like to have his unfiltered, hot member deep inside me without anything between us. I wanted to feel him throb. I wanted to feel his warmth. I wanted to get closer to him, even if through sexual means.
I climbed on top of him, siding up his legs along up his thighs. I took him in my hands and guided him to my clit, where I proceeded to draw circles around myself. I could feel his enjoyment, but it was something I knew would bring me closer to the edge. I wasn’t sure how it was going to feel for either of us. The unpredictability was frightening, but exciting.
Once I began to feel small bursts of pre-ejaculate hit the walls surrounding my clit, I knew it was time. I hoisted myself up, held his cock in my hand, and he entered me swiftly.
At first, there was slight pain. But a good kind of feeling. He was thick and long… Fortunately, I had always been able to expand for him in almost no time. With each deep thrust that he launched upward inside of me and with every second that I spent grinding his massive weapon, there were symphonies being conducted in my head.
I held myself up by keeping my hands firmly pressed down into his chest. I wasn’t leaning over enough to hit him in the face with my breasts, but I suspected it wouldn’t be long before that happened either.
He smacked my ass, keeping a firm grip on it after the loud clap.
“More,” I whispered. “Gentle, but not too gentle.”
He then smacked my ass so many times in a row that I lost count. It never hurt and it managed to draw out a moan from me every time. My body was responding to him in ways that it hadn’t before. I wondered how loud I would scream.
I leaned over and placed my hands on his face. I looked down at him and we stared into each other’s eyes. His hands remained on my backside, but he was helping maintain my speed and position.
We kissed each other repeatedly, neither of us slowing down our furious passion. He fit inside me perfectly and I was already thinking ahead to what I wanted to do with him later. I knew I wouldn’t want it to end after just one time.
“Justin…” I moaned.
“Kayla…” he responded.
“You’re an incredible man,” I told him.
“You are my muse,” he whispered.
Suddenly, I could feel my walls beginning to fall to the power of his might. I began to moan louder each time I bounced up and down on his cock.
He knew what was coming. He took a hold of my hair and pulled some of it back, not to be kinky, but to move it away from my eyes. He wanted us to see each other.
I screamed at an incredible decibel and he roared like an animal as he erupted inside me. I could feel his warm nectar fill me up. I collapsed on him, relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one nearly out of breath.
* * *
It was past midnight. It had been quiet for several minutes. I was lying beside him, with my head on his chest and my arms wrapped around him. We were both exhausted.
“I haven’t liked someone like this for a long time,” I admitted.
He moved, but barely. I couldn’t tell how awake he was.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a hard ass,” I continued. “I was just afraid that you were going to find a reason to leave. I really like you, I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
He sat up, readjusting himself so that his arms wrapped around me. “I’m not going anywhere, darling.”
“I know it’s a stupid question, but… you like me, too, right?”
He chuckled. “Of course I like you. I’ve been telling you that since the day we met.”
“Yeah, I guess you have,” I consented.
“I don’t want to help you with this clothing line because it’s important to you,” he told me. “It’s important to me because it’s important to you. You see what I mean?”
I blushed, reveling in his choice of words. “You’re so sweet, baby.”
“‘Baby’?” he asked. “Wow, what happened to you?”
“I want to go out on real dates with you,” I confessed. “I want to be seen in public with you. You’re the best guy I know. I’m sorry I didn’t say yes sooner. Did I miss my window? Do you still want to go out with me?”
“Of course I do…” he murmured with a smile.
I bit my lip. “I’m okay with being a little unprofessional.”
“Let’s go somewhere nice and tell each other the things we like about each other.”.
I kissed his cheeks happily. I snuggled up into him, falling asleep to the sound of his breathing. I wanted him to keep talking, but I knew I was keeping him awake.
My eyes were closed. I thought about the place he dreamed of, the beach that was represented on his tattoo. I thought it would be fun to go exploring. Maybe his dream beach was a real place?
At some point in the night, before I passed out, I heard him speak:
“We’ll take over the world, Kayla. You and me.”
Chapter 21
Justin
A week had passed since Kayla and I had agreed to abandon any rules for our relationship. We weren’t calling each other ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend,’ but we might as well have. We were giving ourselves a trial period. We wanted to see how we felt after some time passed, so that we knew a commitment was the right path for us.
Donnie T. called me to shoot for them again, so I got to work with Kayla. We still worked very well together and we always had solid communication. It was fun and it was great to see the wide array of looks we received from the models whenever we displayed any PDA.
I also spent an entire day running Bethany’s numbers for their unnamed lingerie start up company. I was happy to report to them that Bethany’s assertion about her money was correct. They would have plenty. I quickly made two budget examples for them, both of which they loved. After they reviewed my evaluations they looked like they were going to burst into tears of happiness. They thought they would have to spend more money than they were able.
I was finishing up the last of the photo developments from the recent Donnie T. shoot, spending an inordinate amount of time in my darkroom. I managed to stay distracted, whether by an entertaining video online or from Kayla texting me.
It was Monday morning, so I was surprised to see that she was calling me. I knew she was at work and I doubted she would be on break this early.
“Hey what’s up, troublemaker?” I said into the phone.
“Three models that were supposed to show up today aren’t here,” Kayla said. “So, we’re literally just waiting around until someone tells us what to do.”
“Sounds like a typical Monday, right?”
“I guess,” she answered. “I miss you. I hate that I had to work yesterday. When do I get to see you again?”
“Whenever you’d like, darling.”
“Okay, well how about we meet up and have some drinks after I get off work. I’ve a feeling I’m going to need them.”
I chuckled. “I can do that.”
“Did I tell you that Beth texted me back on Saturday?” she asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” I said, trying to recall. “Refresh my memory, maybe you did.”
“She thinks we’re ready to launch the company,” Kayla said. “I agree with her. I think it’s time. I’ve so many varieties and choices to choose from already. While Bethany’s busy pushing what I’ve already done, I’ll be able to put all my focus into making all sorts of new designs! I’m so excited, Justin!”
“I’m excited too, beautiful,” I said.
“Bethany thinks we should go back to Teddy’s for a ceremonial meal,” she continued. “We’ll officially incorporate the company tomorrow and we’ll be in business immediately!
“Wow, tomorrow,” I said. “That seems so far away.”
“I can wait one more day,” she assured me. “Bethany and I have been talking about doing something like this for ages. One day isn’t going to make a difference.”
“So, we’ll schedule drinks for tomorrow, then?” I ask
ed.
“Oh, I thought we were going to have drinks tonight and tomorrow,” she laughed. “I guess I’m just an alcoholic.”
“I’ve got like 12.5% Irish in me,” I reminded her. “Trust me, if you’re at least ten percent Irish, you can’t say no to a drink. It’s the law.”
“Cool, then maybe we could hit up Stoklasa’s tonight and Teddy’s with Bethany tomorrow?” she suggested.
“That sounds good,” I said.
I could hear the call-waiting notification going off in my ear. I put the phone on speaker and looked at the incoming phone number…
“You know, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” Kayla said through the speakerphone. “I was just offering. If you’re busy or something, it’s cool.”
The phone number had an area code I didn’t recognize. Although, for some reason, the number looked familiar…
“Justin?” said Kayla.
“Sorry, darling, I’m trying to figure out who it is that’s calling me…”
“Maybe it’s a photoshoot job,” she wondered. “Hang up and answer!”
“Right! I’ll call you back later!”
I accepted the call from the mystery number just seconds before it would have been too late.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hi, may I speak with Justin Baker, please?” the mystery caller asked.
“You’re speaking to him now, who is this?”
“Hi Justin, my name is Carlos and I’m a lead coordinator for Vicki Verelli, how are you?”
“…I’m pretty good.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Carlos said. “Justin, the reason I’m calling is because I was wondering how quickly you would be able to make it to Manhattan.”
* * *
I arrived in Manhattan only an hour and a half after I hung up with Carlos. He was vague about what Vicki Verelli wanted with me, but he said that they ‘loved my work’ and wanted to discuss it with me. I didn’t even know how a company as prestigious as hers learned about my work. I didn’t get to work the shoot they did with my friends at Donnie T.
