by Kenzie Haven
But I couldn’t do it. If there was anything sexier than Ellie being her normal self, it was Ellie taking control. I knew I would lie there and let her do whatever she wanted to me, no matter how much my cock said otherwise.
I laid there, trying to ignore her searching hands. They glided up my stomach, feeling every one of my abdominal muscles. It took every ounce of my self-control not to grab her arms and flip her onto her back. I wanted to---god I wanted to.
She straddled me, each of her beautiful, perfect legs settling on either side. Her legs were glacier smooth, and her lean curves were right where they should be. I could imagine running my tongue across her skin, tasting the salty flavor and savoring it.
“Are you okay?” Ellie asked. I momentarily closed my eyes, trying not to lose control.
“With you doing that? Yeah, I’m okay.” I laughed, making sure I didn’t do anything to make her stop. Her slow torture on me was painfully delicious. She could do whatever she wanted to me.
She went back to rubbing my chest, her little fingers gliding across my muscles. Her hands slid further down with each stroke. I breathed in deeply until she made it so low that she was brushing my cock with every turn.
With a mischievous smile, she used both hands to grip my engorged cock. There was no way for me to deny that she was driving me wild. She knew it just as much as I did.
Her hands started moving up and down my shaft in long, languid movements. I wasn’t going to last very long, and I really didn’t want to come outside of her. I tried to think of unsexy thoughts, anything to disassociate my mind from my body. God, I was in trouble.
“Ellie,” I moaned warningly. Surely, she knew what she was doing to me? I didn’t want to come now. I had to hold it off. I wanted my body wrapped around hers. That’s how I wanted this to end. Not too soon, and not like this.
“Are you okay with me returning to the show next season?” she asked innocently, like she wasn’t about to make my brain and other vital parts explode. Her pace never wavered as she pumped back and forth.
She suddenly gave my cock a squeeze, and I almost hit the ceiling when I jumped. She released one hand, using it to push me back down to lie on the bed. She wagged a finger at me. “No touching, remember? Now, are you okay with it?”
I learnt my lesson, and this time I replied immediately. “I’m okay with it, yes. God, yes, whatever you want.”
She smiled, biting her bottom lip like she did when she was nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about---her hands owned me.
“I really didn’t know they were going to ask me. I mean, my character was supposed to be dead.”
While she was distracted by her talking, her hands moved on their own accord. She had no idea how close I was to losing it.
“Ellie,” I said, getting her attention back. “Can we talk about this later?” I looked pointedly at her hands. She stopped stroking as she laughed.
“Sorry.”
“Can I use my hands now?”
Her dark curls bounced back and forth as she shook her head. “You know the rules.”
She reached forward to put her hands on my chest as her perfectly rounded boobs hung down, not improving the situation. She let them brush my chest as she reached my mouth. Her lips were on mine, pushing her tongue inside.
I loved the way this woman tasted. She was like a fresh peach that was ripe and juicy for eating. No matter how much I kissed her, it was never enough. I wanted to devour every inch of her until she could do nothing but moan with pleasure.
God, I needed to use my hands. They needed to be on her so I could trace every inch of her.
Chapter 5
Ellie
* * * * *
Cale’s luscious lips were big and full. He tasted like danger, which only made me kiss him harder. Our lips collided, while our tongues thrashed together.
I loved having him underneath me, completely at my mercy. He knew I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. I only wanted the same thing he did. He was a good sport for playing along.
Moving from his kiss, I kissed along his strong jaw, eliciting a sigh from Cale, before I moved to his neck. I licked the hollow base, leaving a trail of messy kisses all along his collarbone.
Before I could move again, Cale’s hands gripped my arms. Within seconds, I was on my back and completely dazed. Cale’s handsome face peered down over me as his lips curled into a wicked grin.
“Now, it’s my turn,” he growled. A shiver ran through me, from my spine out to my toes. “Close your eyes,” he ordered.
I complied readily. With nothing to see, all that was left was to feel. And Cale gave me a whole lot of things to feel.
He started with my breasts. While one hand gently massaged one, his lips devoured the other. I arched up, needing him to take in as much of the flesh as he could. My skin was on fire, lightning bolts shooting from my nipples right down to my throbbing heat. I already yearned for him to fill me, and he was only just getting warmed up.
My fingers entangled in his almost-black hair, getting lost in his thick mane. He removed his hands from my body long enough to grab mine.
“No touching, remember?” He repeated my own words back to me. Damn, so that was what that felt like.
He gathered my hands together and held them above my head. He kept holding them even when he went back to sucking and nipping on my nipples.
“Cale, I want you,” I panted. I planned on staying completely silent and compliant, but my brain wasn’t the one calling the shots anymore.
His breathy laugh was worth it. “You’re going to have to wait, Miss Huntly.”
Butterflies shivered in my stomach at his words. They sounded so formal, so not what you would say to someone who was completely naked underneath you. He was naughty and I loved it.
One of his hands traveled downwards while the other cupped my breast. His fingers found my mound, snaking their way through my folds to reach my clit. He started a rhythmic motion, my wet flaps being teased un-mercilessly as they slid between his strong fingers.
I bit my bottom lip, trying not to beg him to hurry. I was supposed to be silent, but he was supposed to be the one in charge. The problem was he was too good at making me want him. All I could think about was how much I wanted him--inside, under, on top, any way I could.
“You like that, huh?” he asked with a teasing lilt to his voice.
I nodded, refusing to be tricked into breaking the rules. My body was completely on fire as I writhed under his touch. My clit was pulsing with heat, yearning for some relief. I wouldn’t get it until he was inside me, filling me like no man had ever done before. Cale knew it just as much as I did.
He took back his fingers, walking them up my body again. This time, he bypassed my breasts and settled on my neck. He cradled my head, and his tender lips left a path of kisses from my neck to my lips.
I opened my eyes, breaking the rules, but I had to see him. Cale was gorgeous. His eyes burned with intensity as he concentrated on bringing me so much pleasure I wanted to cry.
“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered. I forgot the no touching rule and gripped the back of his head, forcing his lips to collide with mine.
His tongue licked the bottom of my lips before delving into my mouth. Our tongues danced together in silent choreography, the only sounds a gentle moan that escaped from Cale.
He settled himself between my legs, his rock hard cock knocking on my door. I tilted my hips so he could take whatever he wanted. If he didn’t do it soon, I was going to explode. I needed his body pressed against mine, leaving no room for air.
“I love you, Ellie,” he whispered. I kissed him in return, making it clear that I loved him too without saying the words.
With one swift movement, he entered me. My body arched against him, pulling him even closer and demanding more.
I took his entire length, greedy to be filled. He started his thrusts slowly at first. I was sure he enjoyed teasing me more than anything else. He always left his
own gratification until the end, making sure I was completely begging for relief by the time he gave it to me. He could do it for hours if we had the time. I had found that out the hard way during the week.
I felt every one of his movements as he glided in and out of me. Our bodies glistened with sweat. My hands gripped his back, bringing him closer so he couldn’t get away. His hands were tangled in my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
The heat intensified, threatening to boil up and set me on fire. I could feel the orgasm coming. It wouldn’t be long before I completely plunged off the edge and took with me anyone who was in my grasp.
Cale sped up, just as eager as me to dive into oblivion. He grunted with the effort, music to my ears as his thrusts became reckless. The rhythm was forgotten as he yearned for sweet relief.
I wrapped my legs around him, allowing him to plunge deeper into me, needing every inch of him inside with no room to spare. He stretched me, filling my core with complete satisfaction.
I couldn’t hold on any longer. There was only so much intensity a girl could take. His name escaped my lips as I screamed with the power of the orgasm. My body quivered, shaking, as rolls and rolls of exploding stars washed over me.
There was nothing else that existed in the world except us two and the bed. The show, the producers, our fans, nothing. Everything faded away, except the millions of shining stars bursting around us.
Cale’s thrusts came to a stop as he collapsed onto me, his cock pleasantly satisfied. My sensitive skin could still feel every part of him on every part of me. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy the moment.
Nobody had ever made me feel as satisfied as Cale did. Not just sexually, but emotionally. With all my past relationships, there was always something missing. I never knew what it was, and I still didn’t. All I knew was that Cale gave me that extra something. I was whole with him.
He gave me one last kiss before rolling off me. He settled at my side with his muscled arm still draped over my stomach.
“You are fucking amazing, Ellie.”
I turned over to face him, watching his cute little expression turn to complete contentment. I ran my hand over his five o’clock stubble, feeling the roughness of the hair.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself, Cale Montgomery.”
He grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips, gently kissing my open palm. It sent a shiver down my spine, reminding my clit that the fun might not be over yet.
Chapter 6
Cale
* * * * *
Even asleep, Ellie was the most gorgeous creature to ever grace my bed. Most of the girls I slept with in the past didn’t stick around for the morning wake up call. They knew the deal. They knew to leave before I got up and had to explain it was a one night thing and there probably wouldn’t be a cozy breakfast together.
I was never a dick to them. I never led them on or made them think there was more to it. And it wasn’t like they didn’t get anything out of it in return. Some of those girls had gone on to sell their story to tabloids and made a lot of money. I was definitely done with those kinds of girls.
Ellie was my future. She was everything to me, including being the most terrifying thing I had ever done. I hadn’t even felt this much intensity with my previous co-star, and we had dated for two years. Now I found Ellie, and I knew what real love was.
I wanted to wake her up and do nasty things to her. She was still naked, and I could imagine running my hand down her side from her boobs to her feet. I would make her moan my name like she did last night. Nothing was as sexy as hearing my name escape her lips.
My phone beeped, making all those naughty thoughts disappear. I hit the button quickly, not wanting to wake Ellie, and climbed out of bed. The sheets were tangled. We’d done a good job of messing up the place.
I took a shower, washing away all traces of Ellie from my skin. She was still asleep when I left. My cock said to stay, but I had things to deal with – things I needed to sort out if I wanted Ellie in my life permanently.
I drove through the Los Angeles streets and headed for Malibu. I was determined to sort out the mess I was in and keep my job. No matter what Ellie said, there was no way I could get through an entire season of the show without our secret being exposed.
“Cale, hey man, what are you doing here?” Vince stood in the doorway, still clutching his morning newspaper.
“We need to talk about something.”
He stepped away so I could pass by. We stood in the foyer as I tried to work out what the hell I was going to say to him.
“Cale? Is something wrong?”
It was now or never. I guess I had a good run on the show. I could find another gig, right? I cleared my throat. “So, Ellie Huntly is really joining the show as a regular next season?”
“Yeah, we’re lucky to have her. It took some serious negotiations with her manager. Asking her personally was a walk in the park compared to that. Is there a problem?”
“We spent last night together,” I blurted out. There really was no other way to say that we’d been going at it like rabbits since our big on-screen love scene.
A dark cloud passed over Vince’s face. “I told you to keep your hands off her. What part of that didn’t you understand? Our show needs Ellie Huntly, your dick doesn’t.”
Oh, how wrong he was. My dick only needed Ellie Huntly, along with her hands, her pussy, and her mouth. It needed all of her.
“I’m sorry, Vince, but I don’t have any plans of breaking it off with her anytime soon.”
He started pacing. That probably wasn’t a good sign. Shit. I knew Ellie would be the death of my career, and I was proving myself correct. I wished it felt better to be right about something because I would’ve loved to be wrong.
“Damn it, Cale. What am I supposed to do now? When you break her heart, she’s going to leave the show faster than we can write her out.” He stared at me expectantly, like I should have the answers he needed.
“I’m not going to break her heart. I like her, Vince. I really, seriously, fucking like her.”
“Fucking like her, or like fucking her?”
I had to flex my fingers to stop them from balling up into a fist and punching him in the face. He shouldn’t talk about Ellie like that, not on my watch. “It’s not like that,” I said through seething anger instead. “It’s the real deal with her.”
“Excuse me if I don’t believe you. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fire your ass right now.”
“Nothing we do is going to affect our work. I guarantee it.”
He threw his arms up in the air with exasperation. “Girls like Ellie Huntly are dramatic. She’s an actress for God’s sake. The moment you do something wrong, she’s going to be locking herself in her trailer and refusing to come out.”
“She’s not like that.”
“Every girl is like that. It will be you and Kenzie all over again. That almost destroyed the show last time.”
I hated the way he was already preparing for our break up. God, he’d only known about us for two minutes, and he automatically expected me to mess it all up.
I decided to call his bluff. “Then fire me like you said you would. See how long the show can last without me.”
That made him stop and think. His shoulders slumped. “You know I don’t want to do that.”
“Then have some faith that we can pull this off.”
He let out a long sigh. I could hear the seconds tick off on the clock in the hallway. “Fine. You’ve got all summer, but I don’t want this to get out into the public. Do you understand? The fans like Rick to be available, they can’t know Cale is taken. Am I clear?”
I nodded, even though it wasn’t ideal. At least I could walk out of here with my job. “You’re clear.”
“Clearer than when I said not to lay one hand on that girl?”
“Yeah, I get it.”
“Good. Just remember, Ellie has signed a watertight contract for next season. You fuck i
t up and she’s going to be staying. You’ll have to see her every single day and I’m not rewriting anything. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.”
I left before my fist got away from me and found itself careening toward his head.
Chapter 7
Ellie
* * * * *
Cale was gone when I awoke. I looked around his mansion and couldn’t find a trace of him. Even the coffee pot was stone cold. He hadn’t stopped for a cup of his usual three-shot espresso.
