by Amy Brent
“So greedy,” he said.
His tongue continued to circle my clit while his finger crooked itself in all the right places. My body was on fire while my hands dug into the sheets of the mattress, but when I felt another sensation at my asshole, my body suddenly clenched up.
“Oh, we don’t like that, do we?” he asked.
I felt him pull his finger from me before he ran another one up my dripping slit, and for a split second, I was disappointed. I whimpered out into the room, and Ben bit down lightly onto my thigh, but then I felt his fingers dance along my pussy, as well as my asshole.
“Ben. Ben. Oh, yes.”
“Do you want it?” he asked.
“Please,” I said.
“Say it, Bridget.”
“I want your fingers,” I said. “In all the places you’ll give them to me.”
“Perfect.”
He shoved his slick fingers into my pussy and ass before his tongue dove back for my clit. Electricity shot through my veins. and my mouth peeled open in ecstasy. The only thing I could do was buck into his face. My back arched, and my legs shook, falling from around his head and lying helplessly on the sheets. I bobbed and weaved, my body fighting between more and less, yes and no, please and thank you. My eyes screwed shut, and my body began to twitch with every flick of his tongue, but the moment that burning sensation in my hips began to grow, I knew it was almost over for me.
And I didn’t want it to be.
“Please, Ben. Don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Anything. Just don’t stop.”
He took a deep breath and pressed his face into my pussy, and that was my ultimate end. My back arched, and my hands finally found his hair, tugging on his long locks while my hips shook around his lips. His name knotted in my throat, and little silver lines burst in my vision. I heard him humming while he drank up everything that my body provided for him, and when my crashing orgasm was over, my back fell to the bed, and I heaved to catch my breath.
He rushed up my body and crashed his lips onto mine, and all I could do was dart my tongue around his lips and lick myself off him. His hands grabbed onto my body and pulled me towards his raging cock. I could feel him leaking onto my skin, and all he said was one little word.
“Anything?” he asked.
My hands flew to his hair, and my tongue shoved its way into his mouth. I loved the way I tasted on his sweating skin, and I could feel his thick dick lining up with my sopping entrance. The wet spot below my ass was growing with every second, and when Ben’s knee dipped into it, I giggled when he grimaced.
“Well, that just won’t do,” he said.
He picked me up and tossed me onto my feet before he got behind me and pressed my face into the mattress. My ass was raised for his taking while he stroked the head of his cock along the folds of my pussy. His hands tightened in my hair while my legs continued to tremble, causing me to falter ever so slightly before he pushed his cock deep into my body. His cock stretched me until I thought I was going to rip into two, and for a second, he had to stop so I could adjust.
“Where the hell did you get that thing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Good enough for the great Bridget Meyers?” he asked.
The first thrust shook my ass in the air. He cracked his hand down onto one of my ass cheeks, making it jump for his pleasure while I wiggled my pussy around his cock. I wanted him to take this thick dick and ream me into the mattress with it, but he was teasing me, and it was electrifying.
“Beg,” he said.
“Please. Fuck me with this massive cock of yours. Please.”
His thrusts began, sinking deep into me before completely pulling out and pummeling back into my body. The sounds of his skin snapping against mine filled the trailer while it shook on its wheels, and I didn’t care who knew that my costar was fucking me senseless. His dick filled my pussy to the brim while shots of fire burned up my body, and all I could do was lay there and take his punishment in all the best ways possible.
“Shit, you’re so tight. Fuck, yes.”
His hand wrapped tighter into my hair, and he yanked my head back. I felt him descend onto my back while he fucked me like a ragdoll. My juices dripped down his balls, and his stubble rasped against the side of my cheek, driving me wild. He bit into my collarbone, and his hair brushed against my neck, causing my body to tremble. My hips grew sore from his assault. I felt his dick grow with every pump he took inside of me. His tongue danced along the skin of my neck.
Sweat dripped down his body and landed on my back. My legs completely gave out from underneath me. His hands dropped everything and grabbed my hips, hoisting them into the air. His balls smacked hard against my clit. My jaw was unhinged and drool was spilling from my mouth and onto the sheets. I finally felt my body regain some control, and I gripped the sheets and found my footing.
I pushed back into his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust, and soon, his own hips began to stutter. My pussy milked him, squeezing from him everything he had. When my orgasm finally crashed over me, he ripped his dick from my body before I felt thick streams of come land onto my back.
“Oh, Bridget,” Ben said breathlessly. “Fuck me, you’re incredible. My dick was so hard for you.”
I collapsed to my knees when the force of my orgasm was finally over. I could feel his come dripping down my back. I laid there with my head on the mattress, panting and quivering with the pleasure my co-star just gave me. Before I knew it, there was a cool sensation on my back before I was helped into the bed, and the sheets were pulled up onto my body while my eyes slowly fluttered shut.
“I’ll come get you when it’s time for the next scene, all right?”
Ben’s voice was low and soothing in my ear. I was too exhausted to respond. All I could do was nuzzle my cheek into his lips before he gave me a kiss.
“Who would’ve thought that little body had such a dark secret?” he asked. I could feel his smirk against my skin before he kissed me one last time, and I listened as he put his clothes on and shut my trailer door.
What he didn’t understand was that he was right. This body did have a dark secret.
The thing was, he’d come nowhere near discovering it.
Chapter 2
Thomas
I got a call at my house a couple days ago, saying I had a new job. Bridget Meyers, the infamous actress with a body I’d kill to sink my teeth into, needed protection. It wasn’t odd for high-profile celebrities to request bodyguards whenever they were doing gigs that would draw a massive crowd, but I got the feeling over the phone that this had nothing to do with a gig she had taken. I was given specific instructions to arrive at her home address early Monday morning, and I was to stand outside the door, keeping an eye out until someone let me in. It was an odd request, but one I’d be happy to fulfill if it kept someone safe.
I’d seen Bridget Meyers in plenty of movies, and everyone knew she was fucking hot. She was the kind of actress everyone went to see, no matter what the movie was. Her career skyrocketed after the last film she did. “Paradise Heaven” had been a cheesy romantic comedy about Bridget’s character falling in love with a paralyzed soldier battling PTSD, but I went and saw it because she was in it. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was also good at what she did, and I could appreciate someone who had talent, even if the movie was a piece of shit.
The only painful thing about taking a job protecting her would be having to stare at her, day in and day out. I’d see her in her most intimate moments, wearing just sweatpants and a tank top, maybe braless, or in her nightgown without panties. God, I had to take some deep breaths while I was standing on her porch, just to keep myself calm.
It was going to be hard with her being my boss because all I’d want to do is shove her against a wall and claim those perfect, plump lips of hers as mine. And I knew, deep down, I wouldn’t be able to do anything with her. She was going to be my boss, and I had to do whatever she requested of me.
But damn, if she wanted me to get on my k
nees and devour her pussy, I’d do it in a heartbeat and never think twice.
Whatever was going on, I had to protect her. I stood on her porch for two hours, trying to rid my mind of all the sex scenes I’d seen her do during her career. When I cleared my mind of my raging lust, I remembered the gut reaction I’d had on the phone call when I was getting the job. Something felt off, like maybe this young woman was actually in danger, and suddenly my, brain switched from horny bodyguard to protector.
I couldn’t think with my dick because if I did, someone could get hurt.
Besides, I couldn’t do much because of Lacey, anyway. One-night stands were about all I could do, now that my little girl was growing up. The last thing I wanted was for her to see a revolving door of women coming in and out of my life. Her mother was a raging bitch who’d tried to give her up for adoption, despite my protests, but I saved Lacey from the adoption process and raised her on my own. The moment her mother caught wind of the fact that I’d legally stopped the adoption, she took off, and I hadn’t seen her since.
Good fucking riddance, if you ask me. Lacey was growing into a beautiful young girl. She was five now, with wispy blonde hair like her mother, but she had my stoic blue eyes. Thankfully, her mother’s hair was all she inherited because every time we went out in public, people always commented on how much alike we looked. I was scared that it would fade as she got older, that one day, I’d wake up and see the spitting image of the bitch who deserted the best thing that could’ve ever happened to her. I worried I’d hold that resentment against my own daughter.
But the more she grew, the more she turned into me, and it was both a relief and a worry. My little girl was growing up, which meant my adult activities had to be kept to a minimum. I could never stay over at anyone’s house, I never brought the activities back home, and I was never afforded the chance to wake up next to the soft body of a woman.
That was the price of being a single dad, though, and it wasn’t a price I was willing to compromise just because I couldn’t get my rocks off whenever I wanted.
Women were bullshit, anyway. Lacey’s mom had been a real piece of work while she was pregnant. I was lucky enough to talk her out of having an abortion, but no matter how much I protested, I couldn’t talk her out of the adoption. I told her I’d take care of her and she could go on her merry way, and she would accuse me of being a shit person who couldn’t take care of himself, much less another human, and she’d storm off in a fit before I could get the last word in. She made my life a living nightmare for nine months, and then tried to essentially sell my daughter out from underneath me.
That right there was enough for me to swear off women altogether, no matter the circumstance. Did my bed get lonely? Sure. Did I have the type of sex I wanted all the time? Not even close. Was it worth dealing with the shit women kicked up on a daily basis because they thought they were superior to me? Hell fucking no. I was done with women and their emotions. If they wanted to fuck, I’d give them a few hours of my evening, and then I’d be off. I had no patience to deal with their emotional tirades or their confusing states of mind. I had a little girl I was trying to raise to be a stable, healthy individual, and I didn’t need someone with a first-class ticket to Crazy Town upheaving the balance I’d set in her life.
My mind was ripped from my train of thought when the doorknob began to turn. I covered up my gun with my suit jacket and buttoned it up, wanting to look professional and not like I’d just been run into a wall with my memories and fantasies. I expected another worker to open the door, a chef or a maid. Possibly a parent of some sort. But when I saw Bridget Meyers standing on the other side of the door in fucking booty shorts and a tank top with no bra, my mouth started to salivate.
She was more beautiful in person than she’d ever been on that silver screen, and I could feel my cock twitching, trying to get closer to her body.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just doing some yoga.” Light beads of sweat were dripping down her temple and flowing down her neck. They disappeared into the slight cleavage she still had, even without her tits harnessed, and it was all I could do not to reach out and bring her in for a kiss. Her skin glowed in the morning sunlight that was beaming down onto my back. Her legs were long and smooth, perfect for wrapping around my thick-muscled waist and hanging on while I showed her exactly what my body could do for hers.
Fuck, this woman was smoking hot. This job was gonna be tough.
“Thank you so much for starting so soon,” she said. “Would you like to come in?”
“Thank you, ma’am,” I said. I stepped through the threshold of her mansion and couldn’t help but gawk. I’d watched over some high-profile people in my day, but her home really had a sense of flair to it. The massive double staircase alternated white and black steps, and the cherry mahogany hardwood floors looked like they’d just been waxed. There wasn’t an abundance of furniture, just the stuff she needed with a few pieces scattered for accents, which made the mansion feel incredibly spacious.
“You like?” she asked.
“You have a beautiful home,” I said.
“Thanks. Are you hungry? Or thirsty? That sun is hot. I don’t know who in the world told you to stand out there.”
“It’s fine. Whatever you need, all you have to do is ask.”
“Are you carrying a gun or something?” she asked.
I unbuttoned my suit coat and showed her the gun I was packing, and there was a sense of relief that rolled behind her eyes. I had to commend her for keeping her composure so well, but her reaction told me everything I needed to know about the importance of this job.
Something was threatening her, and whatever it was, she no longer felt safe in her own little world.
“You’ll be safe as long as I’m here,” I said. “And my weapon will never be discharged unless necessary.”
“Thank you, Mister…?”
“Jeffries. Thomas Jeffries.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jeffries.”
My stomach lurched at how easily that title flowed from her lips. For a brief second, I imagined having her pinned to a window and fucking her senseless while the whole of the world below saw me sinking my dick into the great Bridget Meyers. She would breathe my name into my ear while I escalated my thrusts into her body, and when she came all over my dick—
“Are you hungry? Or thirsty?”
Her voice ripped me from my trance, and I was glad it did. If I kept going any longer while having to avert my gaze from her ass that was basically falling out of her shorts, I’d have a wet spot I’d have to contend with and explain away.
“Coffee would be fantastic, but you don’t have to go through all the trouble.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “I live off the stuff. I was just about to fix myself a cup.”
She was very welcoming, and I could see how she’d make many friends. She was always walking around with a group of individuals whenever the cameras would catch her out and about, and her friendly demeanor toward strangers could be how she drew them in. She was beautiful, she was polite, and she knew when she needed to reach out for help.
I liked all those traits in a woman.
Calm down, Jeffries. She’s just a nice piece of ass.
“Did you eat breakfast?” she asked.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sounded like my mother,” I said.
“Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable. Whenever you’re here, whatever you wanna help yourself to is fine. I’ll be kind and gracious once, and then you’re no longer a guest.”
“Yep, definitely like my mother,” I said with a smirk.
“Is your mother kind and beautiful?” she asked. She turned around and eyed me with those big baby blues of hers, and I felt my voice catch in my throat.
“Very much so, on both accounts,” I said.
“Then I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, smiling.
She made us up two cups of coffee, before her and her braless tits came to si
t at the kitchen table. She slid me my mug, and I caught it between my hands. Then she wasted no time in jumping into her schedule for the day.
“I don’t have much to do today, but I do have a meeting at one that you’ll need to go to with me. Other than that, I’m just hanging around here, prepping for my next movie.”
“Sounds exciting,” I said.
“We’ll see. I was sent the script, so I technically haven’t gotten the role yet. They want my opinion on it.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked.
“It is, and it isn’t,” she said, frowning. “If I like the script, I have the job, but if I don’t like the script, I risk the job because I’m a woman, and I’m not supposed to have opinions.”
“Yay Hollywood?”
Her giggle hit my ears like jiggling jello on a Christmas morning. It was light and airy, with a hint of sweetness, and I felt oddly comfortable in her sprawling mansion. Usually, I was uncomfortable with stepping into other people’s homes, especially when they were as nice as this. I felt out of place, like I was dirtying up something that didn’t need my fingerprints on it, but she was open and welcoming.
