Sensation Fantasies 2

by Knight, Kimberly

  “My mom taught me how to cook,” I shared, “but my dad showed me how to barbecue.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  I beamed. “I’m from Texas. Of course, I can woman a grill.”

  “You’ll need to teach me sometime.”

  “I can do that.”

  Walker drained the noodles and mixed the meat sauce in with them. After fixing me a plate, he made himself one, and we sat at the breakfast bar with a glass of white wine to drink. I twirled the spaghetti onto my forked, blew on it for a few seconds, and then stuck the mouthful into my mouth.

  “Well,” he inquired. “Is it edible?”

  I swallowed. “I love it. I can really taste the sweetness from the sauce, but it’s not overly sweet.”

  “That’s because pasta sauce is very acidic, and the sugar balances it out.”

  My mouth turned up again. “From now on, I will add a packet of sugar to my sauce.”

  We ate a few bites, and Walker asked me how I got the job of Sensation. I explained to him that it was a standard job interview and that I had thought it was for an acting job. Although, after the first round of interviews, I’d had to show Savior and Hannah that I knew what I was doing in the bedroom even if everything was staged.

  “Do you like having sex in front of people?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “It’s like acting in a way.”

  “Except our sex scene didn’t have my dick going inside of you.”

  “No, but I’ve heard it happens to make it look more realistic.”

  “Maybe Mike will let us.” Walker wiggled his brows, and I giggled.

  “Maybe.”

  “But seriously, it’s not weird for you?”

  “Is it for you?”

  “I have a room upstairs in the mansion. I use that.”

  Right, he was a Diamond member and all of them—except people on the waiting list—had a private room in the mansion.

  “You’ve only had sex at Sensation in your room?” My first day at the club, I was a little overwhelmed by all of the people fucking out in the open. It was like an orgy everywhere I looked.

  “I’ve fooled around downstairs before, but I’ve always taken the ladies up to my room.”

  “Any men?”

  He choked on his bite of noodles. “No.”

  “Have you ever wanted to be with another man?”

  Walker took a sip of his wine. “Are we really going to have this conversation?”

  I shrugged. “Sure, why not? You’re a member of a sex club, and I work there.”

  “All right.” He wiped his mouth. “No, I’ve never wanted to be with another man.”

  “What about a threesome?”

  “The only threesome I’m interested in would be with two women.”

  “Is that your fantasy?” I asked.

  “I’ve done it before,” he admitted.

  “And?”

  He chuckled. “And it was amazing.”

  “It is,” I agreed.

  Walker’s hazel eyes widened slightly. “You’ve been with another woman?”

  I smirked. “I work at a sex club. Of course, I have.”

  “Why haven’t I seen you there before the other night?”

  “I haven’t been working there long.”

  “Oh, right. I think you mentioned that by the pool.”

  “I mean, I’ve never had a threesome or been with a woman outside of the club.”

  “Is that something you’d want to do?”

  “If you—or the person I was dating—really wanted me to, sure. I don’t have a problem with it as long as feelings aren’t involved, but I don’t think that’s necessarily what I want.”

  “And what is it that you want?”

  I thought for a moment. “At this point, it’s just to have unscripted sex.”

  Walker smirked. “That can happen tonight.”

  I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes slightly in a playful manner. “We’re doing the more than sex part, remember?”

  “I remember, but you can’t fault me. We’re talking about threesomes, and I’m imagining you going down on another woman, and I’m starting to get hard.”

  My gaze automatically moved to his crotch.

  “My eyes are up here, baby.” He gestured with two fingers where his eyes were.

  I blushed. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I know you want me.”

  I did. I so did. If we had never had the talk about wanting more than sex, I would slide off of my barstool and start working his belt free of his pants.

  He grinned because he knew the answer, too. “Eat up, Wildcat. We’ll take a walk on the beach before I drive you back to your car. You need to be on set early, right?”

  “Oh my god,” I gasped. “My car is so far away. I can’t make you drive me back and then drive home. I’ll call an Uber or something.”

  He waved me off. “It’s not a big deal. I don’t need to be up before ten, and then I need to meet with my agent.”

  “You have other gigs lined up?”

  “Working on it.”

  After our walk on the beach, Walker drove me back to my car. Before we got out, he kissed me behind his tinted windows, not wanting any of the studio’s parking lot cameras to capture us.

  The next morning I woke up to numerous text messages and Google alerts about Walker and I being spotted out together at The Ivy. My social media skyrocketed with speculation that we were dating. There were also haters who talked shit, and it took me a few days to get over it. Walker told me never to look or respond because it was easier that way, and I had to agree.

  That was the last time I saw him for almost two weeks. We’d texted and spoken on the phone, but our schedules never lined up.

  It was weird going to the studio and not seeing him. I thought we’d at least overlap with our scenes, but since so much went into setting up, I never saw him. I also didn’t realize how much I would want to see him. He really was different from what I’d first thought of him.

  The movie we were filming had started to film parts of the story that took place seven years later. My character was head of advertising for a large firm in LA with the corner office. She put all of her free time into her career, and therefore, her love life was lacking. Walker’s character was interning his way up in advertising and he was unlucky in love too. There was more to our scenes that we had to film, like time spent with friends who tried to help us with our love lives, but Tiffany and Tim would always think about the frat party and what could have been if Tiffany’s dad hadn’t walked in on them about to have sex at the holiday party.

  My phone buzzed in my purse as I was getting ready to head to the studio.

  Walker: Will I see you tonight at the club?

  I grinned as I typed back: I’m not sure what my role is tonight, but worst case, I’ll find you when I’m done.

  My chest tightened as I envisioned finding him with another woman. He knew I would most likely be having sex with someone else at the club, but would he? We hadn’t discussed it, but I didn’t want to walk in on him getting off with someone else. I wanted him to wait for me and let me do it.

  I wanted the unscripted, passionate sex with him.

  But I couldn’t tell him not to fulfill his desires. That was what Sensation was, and even though I knew there were no feelings necessarily involved in any of the fucking, I couldn’t do anything because he wasn’t my boyfriend.

  Walker: Okay. Meet me up in my room. Third door on the right.

  Me: Will do. Can’t wait to see you.

  Walker: I can’t wait to see you too. I’ve missed your face.

  I blushed as I typed back: I’ve missed your face, too.

  As I walked to my car, a thought occurred to me. I pulled my phone out of my purse and sent a text to another performer at the club.

  Me: I need your help with something tonight.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Walker

  I couldn’t stay away from her.

  Whil
e Ayla was filming, I had no plans, so I snuck into her trailer and waited for her to take her lunch break. I didn’t care that we had plans to meet up at Sensation. I needed to see her, and I knew that she wasn’t sharing a trailer with anyone since we were filming present day stuff, and Carmen was in the college scenes only.

  The door opened, and she walked in. Her eyes widened in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

  I smiled as I stood from where I sat on the small couch, and stared at her a moment, taking in her white blouse and black pencil skirt that hugged every curve of her body. Her legs were long and lean, and accented with black heels. “I came to see you.” I pulled her into my arms and wrapped her in a hug. “I told you that I’ve missed your face.”

  “I’m glad you came.”

  “I brought you lunch.”

  She beamed up at me. “Let me guess, salmon, figs, asparagus, and strawberries?”

  I smirked and pressed my lips to hers briefly. “No, but I did bring tacos, just not salmon tacos.”

  “I love tacos.”

  “Who doesn’t?”

  “True.” She kissed me sweetly. I loved the fact that we were comfortable with each other, and had gotten over our little mishap about me tricking her.

  We finally broke apart, and I reached for the takeout boxes and handed her one as she sat at the small table. “How’s filming today?” I asked.

  “Good. I like playing a character that’s my own age and not a college student.”

  I glanced under the table, seeing her bare tanned legs and those killer heels. “I like you playing your own age too.”

  She blushed. “You’ve seen me in far less.”

  “That’s true, but I’m still loving this look.” I waved my hand up and down her body.

  “Me, too.” We were silent for a moment. “Did you like playing your own age?”

  “Yeah, I mean, this was the first time I’ve played a college student.” I’d never dated an older woman before, and I knew that Ayla was older than me, but I liked her, and it didn’t matter to me.

  “I know.”

  I grinned. “Have you been checking up on me?”

  Ayla smiled back. “No need when I’ve seen all of your movies.”

  “Have you?”

  “Well, duh.”

  “What if I told you that I checked out your movies?”

  She laughed around a bite of taco. “I’d say you’re a liar.”

  “It’s true.”

  “Really?”

  “You can find anything on the internet these days.” Since our night at Sensation, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head, so of course, I’d searched for her online. That was how I knew her high school mascot was a Wildcat. I also searched for the independent films she was in and had watched all three.

  “What did you think?”

  “You know I think you’re amazing.”

  “I think you’re pretty amazing too.”

  I stood slightly and leaned across the small square table, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue parted her mouth, and I deepened the kiss, stroking my tongue against hers. I needed to taste her again. She was sweet, and a little spicy from the salsa, and that only caused me to go deeper. I honestly could kiss her all day.

  She moaned. “You better stop, or we won’t have time to finish eating before I need to be back on set.”

  “I can’t help it. I want you.”

  “I want you too,” she said as our foreheads leaned against each other. I stood and pulled her up out of her seat before picking her up. She squealed. “What are you doing?”

  “I can’t wait until tonight.”

  “What if someone walks in? What if someone hears us?”

  I sat her on the end of the bed and jogged slightly to the door, locking it. “Door’s locked, baby, and let everyone hear.”

  “You don’t care if they do?”

  I smirked. “We’re adults.”

  “We’re at work.”

  “We won’t be the first co-stars to hook up in one’s trailer. Why do you think there’s a bed in here?”

  Ayla laughed. “To rest between scenes.”

  My grin widened, and I pulled my T-shirt over my head. “That may be true, but you wanted unplanned, unscripted sex, and I can’t wait for tonight.”

  “I did say that,” she agreed.

  I looked at my watch. “We have forty minutes. Do I get my dessert now?”

  “Yes.”

  I captured her mouth again, pushing her back against the mattress and getting on top of her. I was already hard, anticipating being buried deep inside her. Since the night at Sensation, I’d been craving her, wanting her, aching for her, and if someone were to bang on the door, I wasn’t going to stop. I needed to feel her wrapped around me, needed to know what it was like to satisfy my yearning for her.

  Moving down her body, I kissed my way down her neck, lifting her blouse up to expose her breasts. I cupped her tit, squeezing the globe, and continued down with my mouth. Ayla arched her back as I sucked a nipple into my mouth.

  “I need to taste your pussy again, baby.”

  “Please,” she panted.

  I stood, reaching my hand out to help her stand, and slid her skirt down her legs. I didn’t want her to anticipate my next move. I wanted her to be surprised, so I had her keep her shirt on as I spun her and motioned with my head for her to get onto the bed on all fours.

  She was still in her blouse and thong, but the sight of her ass in the air had me on the verge of coming already. Ayla was stunning. Absolutely beautiful.

  I stepped forward, kissing her ass cheeks and running my hand between her legs. She was already soaked. Using my thumb, I caressed her pussy while kissing every inch I could within reach.

  “You’re better than tacos.”

  Ayla chuckled slightly, but that quickly turned into another moan as I ran my tongue against her clit, still using my thumb against her pussy. She clenched the comforter, arching her back, and moving her hips back and forth as she enjoyed the pleasure coursing through her body.

  Her arousal slicked my fingers as I rubbed her harder and harder and harder. “You like it when I do this hard and fast, baby?”

  “Yes,” she panted. “Harder.” I did just that, not stopping until she came, muffling her moan into the bed.

  She turned, reached for me, and pulled me up. She didn’t waste time as she undid the button of my jeans, pushed them down, and took my dick into her mouth. My hand threaded into her long hair, guiding her as she engulfed my cock.

  “Fuck,” I groaned. “Your mouth feels amazing.”

  “And you taste delicious.”

  Her mouth sucked me, her hand pumped me, and her tongue tasted me like I was the best lollipop she’d ever had.

  “I need to be inside of you before I come down your throat, baby.”

  She didn’t respond. Instead, she ran her tongue up my abs and chest until her lips connected with mine again. Our arousals mixed together as our tongues dueled, and I had to say it was the best taste in the world. It was sweet, salty, and remarkable. A flavor I wanted to bottle and consume daily.

  I lifted her blouse, tossing it onto the floor with the rest of our clothes and then took her tit into my mouth.

  “I need you inside of me,” she panted.

  Glad we were on the same page, I stepped out of my shoes and jeans, grabbing the condom I brought with me from my pocket. As I rolled the latex on, Ayla got on all fours again. I was aching, my balls were heavy, and I was on the verge of coming from just the sight of her ass in the air again. It was definitely going to be engraved into my memory.

  Rubbing the tip of my cock against her slit, I coated it with her arousal before sinking inside of her. Her pussy squeezed me as I slid in, and I shuttered, trying to hold off as much as possible. I hadn’t been this worked up for a woman before—not even at Sensation when the entire atmosphere made me hard.

  I pounded into her, the bed squeaking with each drive, and my balls s
lapping against her pussy. “I’m gonna come again,” she moaned. It was music to my ears because I was close too.

  My pace quickened, and just as I was spilling into the condom, Ayla came too, her body shaking and her pussy milking my dick to the last drop.

  “Okay, I agree. That was better than tacos,” she joked as she collapsed onto the bed.

  Spent and satisfied.

  The nights I would go to Sensation, I would be at ease, excited about what the night would hold. And while I was excited as I pulled up to the stairs of the mansion, my heart was pounding in my chest. I was nervous about what I would see Ayla doing. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to see her with someone else, even if it was work.

  After I checked in and gave the coat check my phone, I walked into the red-hued mansion. I’d purposely arrived late because I was only waiting until Ayla was done with work and then I wanted to spend time with her.

  I went to the Diamond member’s bar and ordered a Jack and Coke, expecting to bring it up to my room and wait for Ayla. As I turned around, a woman with a pixie cut handed me a note. I didn’t know who she was, but I took it without question. I opened it as she walked away without a word.

  Tim,

  I have a surprise for you. Wait in your room for further instructions.

  -Tiff

  I smiled as I read the note from my leading lady and immediately walked up the stairs and entered my room. It had a king-sized bed, a couple of nightstands, a couch, a coffee table, and a dresser that held every sex toy imaginable. I hadn’t used all of them, but I wanted to—eventually.

  A few moments later, a knock sounded on my door. I hurried to open it, and was greeted by the same woman with the pixie cut who gave me the note downstairs.

  She handed me a black blindfold. “Put it on and wait on the bed.”

  “Naked?” I smirked.

  The woman grinned. “If you want.”

  She walked away, and I closed the door. I didn’t know what Ayla had up her sleeve, but I was definitely intrigued. I didn’t get naked, though. I wanted to see—or not see—what Ayla would do.

  After I took my jacket off, I put the blindfold on, got in the center of the bed, and waited. I didn’t have to wait long before I heard a light knock on the door, and it clicked open. “Tiff?” I called out, using her character’s name.