“Ah, our food is here.” Walker motioned to the waiter that was approaching our tables with two plates.
“Perfect. I skipped lunch.” I looked towards the waiter and thanked him once the food was in front of us.
“This place actually makes broccoli taste good.” He picked up his silverware and made a quick slice down the middle of a floret. “Want to try a piece?”
“Broccoli isn’t my favorite…” I tilted my head slightly. “I guess I could try. Want to try my mashed potatoes?”
“Nah, I try to stay away from carbs.” He chuckled under his breath. “My metabolism isn’t what it once was.”
“I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts.” I pushed my fork into the broccoli and lifted it to my mouth. “Okay, that’s not bad.”
Walker and I continued talking as we ate. He told me more about his life, and I was surprised to find that he had been married—more than once. I could tell that there were a few regrets there. The show dominated his life. He put it above everything and everyone. Age had given him a lot of wisdom, and he was able to reflect on his past with a unique retrospective view. I wondered if I would be in that position one day, looking back at things I could have done differently with no way to change them. I hoped I wouldn’t reflect on my night with Walker and regret my choice. He was a remarkable man—distinguished, gorgeous, and too tempting not to have dirty thoughts, even while I tried to focus on finishing my meal.
“If you don’t do carbs, dessert is probably out of the question.” I glanced at the menu next to me.
“Not for me, but you’re welcome to get something if you want.” He reached for his glass. “I’ll just have another drink.”
“The molten lava cake did sound pretty good…” I picked up the menu and opened it.
“Order it.” He nodded.
The waiter came back to our table, and I ordered the molten lava cake. We got lost in conversation again while we waited for it to arrive. Everything about Walker’s life was just so fascinating. He had come from literally nothing—just a kid from the wrong side of Los Angeles that stumbled into a career he wasn’t expecting. That made me respect him even more. So many people got opportunities and turned them down because they didn’t realize how important they were until it was too late. I wondered if I would ever have one of those opportunities—or if one of them had already passed me by.
“Here’s you go.” The waiter walked up to our table and put the molten lava cake down in front of me.
“Thank you.” I looked up at him and smiled.
“And here is your drink, sir.” He put a glass of whiskey on Walker’s side of the table. “Miss, did you want another glass of wine?”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I think I’m all set.”
“Is it good?” Walker tilted his head slightly as I took my first bite.
“It’s—wow…” I blinked a couple of times in surprise and immediately took another bite.
“You got a little—fudge on your chin.” Walker leaned forward. “Here, I’ll get it.”
I expected Walker to grab a napkin, but he just extended his hand and wiped the fudge off my chin with his finger. I knew he wasn’t going to eat it, and it seemed criminal to let it go to waste. I had never really flirted with anyone before, but the opportunity was right in front of me. I leaned forward and licked the fudge off his finger. I wasn’t sure how he would react, but when I saw him grin, I was relieved. I couldn’t resist letting another drop of fudge land on my chin when I took my next bite. When he wiped it away, I let my tongue linger on his finger a little longer than I did the first time.
“I think you did that on purpose.” He narrowed his eyes and grinned again.
“Maybe…” I suppressed a smile and took another bite. “This is just too good to let you wipe it on a napkin.”
“Perhaps I should get one of those to go and see if you’ll lick the fudge off anything that it lands on.” He chuckled, but the look on his face suggested that he might not be joking.
I’ve never felt this flirtatious, but I just can’t control myself around him.
“What are you going to lick if I do that?” I tilted my head slightly. “Should we get some broccoli to go since you don’t like sugar?”
“I don’t need to be coaxed.” He shook his head back and forth.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” I lifted the last bite of cake to my mouth and slowly ate it.
The desire was starting to get a little stronger. The nervousness seemed to have faded. If Walker had suggested that we go right back to his place after dinner, I wouldn’t have been able to turn him down. It didn’t seem like he was quite ready—despite the sexual tension brewing between us. He suggested that we take a walk in Griffith Park, which was normally a hub of activity on a Saturday night. I didn’t mind taking a walk. It would probably help the food settle. My eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I definitely should have stopped before I finished the molten lava cake. I wasn’t overly stuffed since I skipped lunch, but I ate more than I normally did. We walked outside, and Walker held my hand while we waited. The tips of his fingers traced my knuckles, and I started feeling the same simmer I felt when he put his hand on my arm at LA Dark.
“Are you sure that a walk in the park is a good idea?” I looked over at Walker once we were in the backseat of the car. “Won’t people recognize you there?”
“They might.” He shrugged. “I’m used to it at this point. I doubt we’ll be bothered. Most fans are pretty respectful. I can’t say the same about the paparazzi, but they don’t normally stalk Griffith Park looking for a random celebrity to wander by.”
“I would hate that kind of attention—even if they didn’t approach me.” I turned and looked out the window.
“There is definitely a love-hate relationship between celebrities and fans.” He chuckled under his breath. “I’m thankful for every fan that I have, but I do miss being able to sit down at a cafe downtown and enjoy a meal without someone snapping a picture of me—that’s why I go to LA Dark when I want to drink in peace.”
“Then some random person like me walks in and takes a picture of you anyway…” I looked at him and smiled.
“Yeah.” He squeezed my hand and laughed. “Now I’m breaking one of my rules, and I’m on a date with a fan.”
“Wait, you don’t normally date fans?” I tilted my head slightly.
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “Then again, most of them aren’t as pretty as you are.”
“Stop it…” I felt my face blush. “If you keep saying that, I might actually start believing it.”
“You should learn to take a compliment.” He squeezed my hand. “You’re going to get them a lot while you’re with me.”
I’m definitely not used to compliments…
I wasn’t sure what made me different from the other fans that had approached him in the past. I never felt like I was anything special—certainly not the type of girl that could tempt a celebrity. Walker could have had his choice of beautiful starlets in Hollywood—which was fairly obvious by the fact that he married three of them. Maybe we were both searching for something different than what we were used to—perhaps that was what drew us together in the first place. I could deny my attraction to him. It wasn’t starting to turn into more than that—I actually liked him. He was so charming and entertaining—a lot different than I expected after our encounter at LA Dark. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe that I was going to be more than a conquest, but at least he was going out of his way to make it a little more special than a quick trip to the bedroom.
That just makes me want him even more than I did last night when my desire got out of control.
“Do you want to go to the observatory?” Walker pointed to a building on the top of the hill in Griffith Park. “You can see the stars a little better from up there.”
“Sure.” I shrugged and nodded.
I had been to Griffith Park once when I first arrived in Los Angeles, but t
he observatory was packed, so I didn’t even bother. I didn’t mind waiting to see the sights if I got to spend more time with Walker in the process. I wanted to look at him more than I wanted to stare at the stars, but I couldn’t deny that they were beautiful from inside the observatory. They had a telescope that followed the moon in the night sky, and you could even see the International Space Station if you knew what you were looking for. We spent some time in the observatory; then we walked out onto the deck. The stars weren’t the only thing you could see from there. I could see the city of Los Angeles against the skyline, and when Walker pointed it out, I could even see the iconic Hollywood sign in the distance.
“I guess most of the girls you date don’t appreciate this view.” I leaned against the railing.
“Who knows—I’m not thinking about any of the other girls I’ve dated right now.” He reached out and put his hand on mine.
I turned towards Walker, and I realized he was going to kiss me a split second before his lips crushed mine. Fireworks went off in my head immediately. The desire that had been simmering practically erupted inside me. I had been kissed before, but never like that. He put everything into it like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. It was passionate—a little rough—and when his tongue intertwined with mine, he practically ravaged my mouth. I was gasping for air when he pulled away, and I wasn’t seeing stars in the sky anymore—they were right in front of me—so bright that they were almost blinding.
“I’d ask—your place or mine, but you have a roommate.” He squeezed my hand and smiled.
“Obviously we can’t go back there.” I tilted my hand slightly.
“My place then?” He pulled me closer.
“Yeah.” I nodded quickly.
That’s the only place in the world that I want to be right now.
6
Lauren
My nervousness returned once we made it back to the car. I hadn’t told Walker that I was still a virgin—and I was on my way to his house to have sex with him. We talked a lot about my life over dinner. I told him that I hadn’t really had a boyfriend—I told him that most of the dances I attended were with friends. My attempt at flirting once he wiped the fudge off my chin probably wasn’t an indication of innocence, even though I really didn’t know what I was doing. I got lost in the moment, but when Walker started kissing me in the backseat of his car, the nervousness started to swell into a panic. He had one hand on my thigh—moving it underneath my dress—while the other hand squeezed my breast through the fabric. The desire was trying to overwhelm the panic, but I wasn’t enjoying what he was doing as much as I should have been. I was just too scared that it was going to come to screeching halt once he discovered the truth.
“Hold on…” I pushed the hand that was on my thigh away. “I—I need to tell you something.”
“Did I do something wrong?” He leaned back and his mesmerizing eyes locked on mine.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’ve—never done this before.”
“I got the impression that you don’t normally go home with people on the first date.” He pulled my hand close to his chest. “If you’re not comfortable, I don’t want to push you into something that you will regret. We can do something else—or I can have the driver take you home if that’s what you really want.”
“I don’t want to go home.” I looked down and swallowed hard. “I want to be here with you right now—and I want to go home with you. What I meant was—I’m a virgin.”
“Oh!” He blinked in surprise. “Wow, I didn’t see that coming. I haven’t met any twenty-one-year-old virgins before.”
“That’s another thing…” I sighed. “I’m a little younger than twenty-one.”
“What? How? I met you in LA Dark.” He tilted his head in confusion.
“I used a fake ID.” I shrugged.
“Please tell me you’re at least eighteen.” The look of confusion was turning to one that reflected serious concern. “You’ve got to be—you’re in college.”
“I am.” I nodded. “I’m nineteen.”
“Okay…” He exhaled sharply.
“I hope I didn’t ruin the mood.” I looked down and sighed.
“Is this really what you want?” He moved his hand to my chin and stared into my eyes. “I like you—but I’m not taking you home if you think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret what we did.”
“I’m not going to regret it.” I shook my head back and forth.
Walker started kissing me again and all of my concern faded. If he still wanted me—despite finding out that I was a virgin, then I would be his conquest. I didn’t want to go home alone and spend another night with nothing but my fingers to numb the desire. Even that wasn’t enough—it was just a temporary respite. I needed more, and when his hand started moving under my dress for the second time, I didn’t try to push him away. His touch made my pussy ache for him, and he hadn’t even teased that part of my body yet. His finger was against the bottom of my panties when the car came to a stop. He leaned up, and I saw a magnificent mansion in front of us. It wasn’t as big as the one Jamison Thorn had on the soap Walker starred in, but it was definitely bigger than any house I had been inside before.
“I’ll give you the grand tour—later.” He smiled and opened the door.
“Yeah, I can wait for that.” I took his hand, and he helped me out of the car.
The only thing I want to see right now is the bedroom.
I clung to Walker’s arm as we approached the front door. The house truly was magnificent, and I could have probably gotten lost if I started exploring, but the need was too strong for any sort of distraction except for the man in front of me. He slammed the door and pushed me against it. His lips danced along my neck, and when they reached my earlobe, I gasped. There was so much hunger in his kiss that it felt like his lips were seared to my skin when they were pressed against it. There was no doubt that he wanted me—and I wanted him. It was hard to hide my inexperience. I tried to kiss his neck and touched his muscles through his shirt—I got his tie off and even tried to unbutton his shirt, but my fingers were trembling. I wasn’t nervous anymore, but the excitement was making me shake.
“Just relax.” He slid the sleeve of my dress off my shoulder. “I’m going to worship your body tonight.”
“Are you going to treat me better the girls Jamison Thorn lures into his bed?” I exhaled sharply when his hand slid underneath my dress, and I felt his fingers wrap around my panties.
“This won’t be anything like what you see on television.” He pressed his lips to my exposed shoulder and gave my panties a tug. “I plan to savor this moment as long as I can.”
Walker pulled my panties to my knees with one hand, while the other one started to unzip my dress. I melted into his arms as my dress hit the floor and finally managed to unbutton his shirt enough to see some of his ink. The tattoos he had on the show were real, and they were a lot more vibrant in real life. He pressed me against the door again and started to devour my lips. His hands slid along my body, until I felt his fingers against the back of my bra. He quickly unfastened it and slid it off my shoulders. I dropped my arms, and it fell to the floor beside my dress. He squeezed both of my breasts and rubbed his thumbs against my nipples which caused them to turn into hard nubs underneath his touch. His lips finally parted from mine again, and his mesmerizing eyes were burning with desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He slid his hands down my body until they were resting on my hips.
Walker’s kiss silenced me before I could say anything in response. He pulled me towards the stairs, and my panties slid to the floor as I tried to walk. We made it as far as the first step before he pushed me against the wall and started to tease my skin with his lips. The excitement was still coursing through my veins, but I managed to get his jacket off, and finished unbuttoning his shirt. All of my clothes were by the door, but I kicked off my heels before we started up the stairs. Once we m
ade it to the top of the stairs; I started to unfasten his belt. My hand brushed against his cock, and I could feel it throbbing through his pants. He lifted me off the ground and carried me into the bedroom. The instant I was on the bed, his lips pressed against my neck and he kissed down to my breasts, circling each hard nub with his tongue.
“Oh god, that feels good…” My back arched as a sensation of pleasure shot through my veins.
I knew my nipples were sensitive, but I didn’t realize it would feel that good to have them teased.
“I don’t think I deserved to be called god.” He lifted his head up and grinned. “But you can call me Daddy.”
“Oh—Daddy.” I squirmed when he started to circle my left nipple again with his tongue while the right was squeezed between his thumb and forefinger.
It sent a tingle through my body when he said I could call him Daddy—the tingle got stronger when I actually said it myself. He might not have been the same as the character he played on Dangerous Thorns, but it seemed that one piece of Jamison Thorn carried over into the real world. I certainly fantasized about calling him Daddy when I pleasured myself. It rolled off my tongue so easily—and felt good on my lips.
Walker kissed his way back up to my neck, teased both sides of it, and then started to move his lips down the middle of my chest. He went past my breasts, down to my belly button, and then he forced my legs apart. I felt his lips against my inner thigh, then he shifted until he was between my legs. I was ready for him—but it seemed that I wasn’t going to have him inside me quite yet. He had other plans and if his lips could make my skin sizzle, I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if he pleasured me with his tongue.
He sank between my thighs, and I felt his breath on my pussy. Even that was enough to make my body shake. His tongue flicked against the sensitive skin on each side of my pussy—then he started to make a wide circle with his tongue—not getting close enough to touch the spot where I craved him most, but it was enough to make me squirm on the bed.
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