OLDER MAN: First Time With The Movie Star ( Billionaire London Movie Star Celebrity Romance) (Virgin British Celebrity Younger girl Comedy Short Stories)

by Alexandra Stone

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  First Time With The Movie Star

  British Older Man Romance

  By: Alexandra Stone

  Table of Contents

  Introduction

  First Time With The Movie Star

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  SEAL Of Fate

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Tempted by the Alpha Bear

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  Riding the Curves

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Embraced by the Snow Bear

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  Introduction

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  First Time With The Movie Star

  CHAPTER ONE

  Celebrity Man

  Jon wore dark chic clothes that were well fitted and clung to his muscular physique with an effortless sophistication. He wore a black casual blazer over a black v neck t-shirt and tight trousers that left little to the imagination. His shoes were well polished and his dark black main looked like he was in a medieval film of gallantry and knights. He was perfect. His confidence was understated but you could tell he was a man that was used to being worshiped. He was a very popular television and film star, no, that was an understatement. He was the biggest male actor at the moment even in is later years as the star of an extremely popular television show that had the entire world watching. He dated stunning actresses and models and other women of the elite world that was celebrity. He was an English guy with an accent that could make any girl wet just by hearing him say a word, any word, it didn’t matter. Then there was me. I was an ordinary girl, a mere director of an art gallery. I had long light brown hair and bangs that was pretty, but not anything to gush over. I had dark brown eyes that I always wished were blue. I had a full round face that no matter how much weight I lost always stayed round. I was very petite at five foot nothing and had the curves that my Latina grandmother had given me. I had a full ass and full boobs, but being this short, I always thought those assets made me look fat. I always longed for the long lean legs and long lean arms of a model. I always lacked confidence that's why I was still a virgin, not that I didn't had the chance but I had always saved myself for the right one. Thanks to being the child of an oldish mentality, I was waiting for true love. I sighed as I thought all these self deprecating thoughts that always flowed through my head.

  He was celebrity status, and I was a private loner. I preferred my life that way, as a life in the paparazzi eye and public seemed like an awful way to live. Still, I guess the advantage of being a fellow celebrity movie star meant that I could hit on this man with confidence, instead of staring at him from across the room. Or better yet, he would hit on me.

  I watched in secret as he made his way around the art gallery. He was talking to a gorgeous woman, a model possibly. His smile was vibrant and he talked with passion. His lips were full and pouty and his dark hair was long and curly that stopped just at his jaw line. His beard and mustache stubble matched his dark hair and it made him look rugged, just like the sword-wielding hero he played on television. I imagined that his tongue and those lips were on my body. The thought made me feel flushed. He was striking. I stopped and hid behind a sculpture to get a better look at him without being noticed. I watched as he moved and dominated the room with his presence. He made eye contact with people and smiled, he knew the effect he had on women, and he was owning it.

  “Reha? What are you doing?” My assistant Judy asked me. She held a trey with champagne glasses.

  I felt silly. “Nothing, just looking at this piece.” I said pointing to the sculpture in front of me.

  “Catering has been looking for you.” She said.

  As the director of this gallery I over saw everything that went on, including the food. Her comment brought me back to reality and I stopped daydreaming about being with the movie star. I snapped to it.

  “Okay, I’ll go find him.” I walked to the back room that was a makeshift staging area for the caterers. I talked the caterer through the petty problem and then went out the back door to the alley. I needed some fresh air and a smoke. Dealing with a shrimp crises while a gorgeous movie star and man of my dreams played out a more elegant lifestyle a few feet away was a blow to my ego.

  I was lighting my cigarette when I heard a man clear his throat at the doorway. I looked over to see him, Jon Harington leaning against the door staring at me. I was in shock.

  “Can I bum a smoke?” he asked in his thick English accent.

  I felt wet instantly; it was too much for one man to have so much power over every woman he met. It was like a magic spell and almost unbelievable.

  “Sure,” I said handing him the open pack.

  He pulled out a cigarette and I handed him the lighter. I watched him light it and it felt like it was in slow motion. He was so attractive and cool. Smoking a cigarette in the dark alley made him look rough and even more cool, if that was possible.

  “I don’t normally do this.”

  “Come to an art gallery?” I asked. I felt silly the moment the words left my mouth.

  “Smoke, I’m trying to quit, but it’s very chaotic in there. Too many people treating me like a celebrity. I’m just a bloke with a good job,” he responded.

  I stared up at him in disbelief. Why was he telling me this? My pulse raced through my body. I repeated his words over and over in my head during those few seconds of silence.

  “I guess I don’t understand that. I just run this art gallery,” I swallowed hard.

  “You do? Well it’s a good show.”

  “Thanks,” my face turned bright red.

  Then after only a few puffs he turns the cigarette out on the wall and drops it in the can by the door. “Thanks for the smoke,” he said as he disappeared inside.

  My head was spinning. Maybe it was from the champagne or maybe it was from his manly scent filling the air around me. I felt like I might have to hold onto the wall in order to keep my balance.

  After our brief interaction I was in a foggy haze for the rest of the evening. I didn’t recall anything after that. When I went back inside the gallery he was gone. I didn’t tell anyone about the encounter and enjoyed keeping it my little secret. It felt good. I went home that night and I pleasured myself to that interact
ion. I wanted and craved more of it, but I never dreamed it could happen.

  A few nights later I was locking up the gallery. Everyone had gone home for the day and I was tired after a long day of work. I walked to the front door to put the key in the lock when I heard, “Are you locking me in?”

  I turned to see Jon standing in the gallery. I was shocked and startled. I didn’t know anyone was in the gallery, and he was the last person I expected to see.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked nervously.

  “I came for a piece.” He grinned at me.

  I dropped the keys from my hand. A loud crash of keys clanging on the floor followed. I nervously looked at Jon. He looked at me up and down. My body flushed with excitement. Was he here for me this time? Had he been thinking about me as much as I had been thinking about him?

  “What?” I asked.

  He walked slowly toward me. I could feel my breathing getting heavier as he glided confidently across the room. When he squatted down to the floor and picked up the keys he looked at my feet in sandal high heels and red nail polish, and let his gaze linger. He rose slowly and his gaze followed. It went from my feet all the way up my body until he was standing up. I looked up at him with desire in my eyes. I had an amount of lust for this man that was unmatched. Now, the way he had just looked at me left me speechless. I wanted to slap myself to see if I was awake, or having one of my many dreams about him. I was on the verge of madness because this felt like reality, but the unbelievable things that were happening made me feel like it was a fantasy.

  He handed me the keys and said, “So is it too late for me to have it?”

  My heart pumped louder and I sure he could hear it. “Have it?”

  He raised one eyebrow at me and said, “The piece?”

  I felt confused, but his close proximity to me was interrupting my clarity. I stood in silence until he said, “I want the big one. How much is it?”

  He stepped away from me and went to look at a painting on the wall. Of course, I thought. He wanted to buy a piece. I did work at this art gallery after all. I felt silly and quickly pulled myself together and joined him.

  “That one is ten thousand dollars.”

  “I’ll take it.”

  I looked at him in surprise. I knew he made millions as a movie star but I didn’t think a young British actor like him would make such a purchase.

  “Okay, I’ll draw up the paperwork and have it delivered.” I was feeling very nervous.

  “Yes, do. But for now I think I need your opinion on where to hang it. Are you free to come take a look now?”

  A small gasp involuntarily escaped my mouth. Did he just say what I think he said? Why was he asking me to come to his home?

  “Is that a yes?” he asked.

  I realized that I had not answered him. I only stood there in silence. Okay, Reha you can do this. You get paid to deal and work in art. What was the harm in going to his house to place a very expensive piece of art? I knew that answer. I knew what could happen, but I was trying to convince myself it was nothing.

  “I’ll grab my coat.” I said.

  He grinned as I walked passed him. A few minutes later we sat in the back seat as his driver drove us to his place. Being this close to him made me feel hot and aroused. I tried to look out the window to hide it. We pulled up to a multi-million dollar building and made our way up to his penthouse.

  “Drink?” he asked.

  “Sure, wine please.” I looked around the luxurious penthouse apartment. It was vast and had amazing million dollar views.

  Jon handed me a glass of white wine and then said, “What do you think?”

  “It’s delicious thank you.”

  There was an uncomfortable silence as he stared at me from top to bottom. I could feel my nipples responding in arousal. He smirked and said, “I want to hang the piece in my bedroom. Come take a look.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. I could feel my blood coursing through my body. I was getting wetter by the second.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Bare Walls

  “Against this wall.” He said as we entered the bedroom. It was very dim and walking into the bedroom, where I knew he had showed so many women what it was like to be fucked, was enough to make me forget about the painting.

  He slid his hands against the dark green bare wall. “Would you want it here?”

  I looked up at him. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to do things to me that I had never experienced before. My first time would be unforgettable. I turned to face the wall and put both of my palms on it, and slid my hands down it, just as he had done. Then I felt Jon push his body against mine. He pushed me flat against the wall, and I had to turn my head in response. My cheek lay flat against it as he pushed himself on me and his hard cock poked at my ass. He groaned behind me like an animal.

  He kissed the side of my neck and ran his hands down the curves of my body. Then one hand rubbed my stomach and went lower and lower.

  He placed a finger on my pussy and began to massage. I was beyond hot. The fear and excitement flowed through me, and desire made my pussy wet. He moved his fingers in small circles over my clitoris.

  “Yes, don’t stop Jon,” I whispered.

  I was dripping wet at the idea of him being inside of me. “Yes,” I said again. It was in response to him massaging my rose bud, but also giving him permission for whatever it was he had planned this evening.

  The tip of his finger grazed my sensitive, engorged, clit again. I moaned louder as he began to press and rub against my clit faster. I was completely lost in the sensation. My hips moved with him and I threw my head back savoring the feeling of his touch. My arousal building and building.

  I could feel the heat in my pussy rising and my chest ached with my tits engorged and erect. I was building to orgasm, and then he stopped. He turned me around to face him and covered my mouth with his. He kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This famous movie star was giving me a pleasure that would haunted me for all time. It was what I had dreamed about for so long. I put my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his dark curls.

  I let out a whimper and I could feel his hard body in front of me. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth. He stopped and said, “Come lovely.”

  His English accent melted my heart and I felt out of control. I was nervous and wanted this to last forever, the thought that it would come to an end made me sad before we even started. I wanted this for the rest of my life. He led me to the bed and stood in front of me. He unbuttoned his tight shirt and exposed his tight and trim chest that was smooth and hairless. My mouth fell open. Then he unzipped his trousers and pulled them off with his shoes and boxers. He stood before me completely naked looking like a gladiator. I thought I must be dreaming because it was too good. It was just too good. Then he came over to me and unzipped my dress. He pulled it over my head. He moaned at the sight of me.

  “I like this,” he said picking up the strap of my black lace underwear.

  Then he pulled it off of me. I was completely naked. I felt like I should have been embarrassed because I wasn’t a model or a movie star, in fact I could probably stand to lose fifteen or twenty pounds, but I didn’t care. Not at this moment, I was too turned on. I was pure sex right at this moment. I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me, and it was all that mattered. So I stood there proudly, letting him look over my nude body. He smiled at me and it was a genuine soft smile and he almost seemed fragile at the moment. Then it vanished and was every bit the confident man. He moved to me and kissed me and I thought I would faint from holding my breath in anticipation. He pushed against me and I moved on to the bed. I opened my thighs and let him lay between them on top of me. I put my hand on his sides and felt the strong muscles of his lean body. He was perfect and I couldn’t stop looking at him. Everything about him was perfect and attractive.

  Then I felt the tip of his cock inside my pussy. It was just the tip, and nothing mo
re, as he positioned himself. He put his hands on either side of me on the bed and pushed inside of me slowly. I arched my head back as he moved and I thought my heart would explode over the excitement of it all. He went deep inside of me and his cock was thick. After the initial pain, I wrapped my legs around him and ran my hands down his strong back to his ass and cupped it. I pulled him closer to me. I never wanted him to leave me. He moved his hips in slow circles as he kissed my neck and grabbed my breast in his hand massaging it. It felt like ecstasy. He moved his body up onto his knees and pulled me up by the hips with him. This left my whole body at an angle, a position I had never been in before. Now he had full control of my body and slammed my pussy against his cock over and over faster and faster. My body crashed into him as he went deep inside me with quick motions. But just as quick as he reached the deep levels of me he was out again. He pulled away until just the very tip of his cock was teasing the opening of my pussy. I yelled out in pleasure as I watched him look down and take in the view of his cock placed at my opening. Jon was in control; he did what he wanted with me. He pulled me forward again and our bodies crashed together again. He groaned as his cock penetrated me, then he was out again. He moved his body back and forth as he pounded me over and over. I couldn’t take it anymore. I was about to explode. I started yelling, “I’m cumming! Oh yes! Don’t stop fucking me! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

  I threw my head back in ecstasy and let the sensations flood my body. My pussy was so moist Jon glided in out with ease. He started grunting and I saw his expression change as he started to say, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” then he exploded and released himself. He moved in and out of me a few more times and I could see that his cock was sensitive, but he seemed to enjoy taking it to the very brink of fulfillment. He stopped then collapsed on top of me and buried his head in my neck just to catch his breath. My whole body was shuddering from the immense vibrations that went through my body. I had never been fucked like this before. Something about giving Jon complete control over me, submitting myself to whatever he desired was the ultimate aphrodisiac. I knew right away that I would want more and more.