Hollywood Prince

by Natasha Madison

  “Baby,” she says softly. My heart skips, and she sits up now. My fingers slip out of her, and she about drags me up so her mouth crashes on mine. Her tongue is all over me as she tastes herself on me. She gets on her knees, and I raise also.

  “It’s time,” she says when she lets my lips go, and I’m in a haze of sorts. That is what her kisses do to me; that is what she does to me. I’m on my knees in the middle of the bed, and so is she. She kisses my neck and then slowly trails the kisses to my chest. I watch her; my cock harder than stone right now. She trails her tongue down my chest to my abs, and I move her hair away from her face. Her hands go to my hips. She sits back on her feet with her face directly in front of my cock. I hold my breath, not chancing a peep and stopping her. Her delicate fingers go into the top of the waistband, and she slowly peels it over my cock, and I spring free. I watch her face in the yellow glow of the candle. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out. Her hand comes over my cock, and I watch it. She grabs it in her hand, and I watch as she tries to wrap her hand around it, but she doesn’t close it. “I guess the rumors were true,” she jokes with a glint in her eye, and I don’t even have a chance to answer her because she leans in and licks the head of my cock. It’s my turn to have my head fall back. I open my eyes slowly, taking her in on her hands and knees. My cock in her mouth and her hand working my shaft.

  “Fuck,” I hiss as she goes to the side of my cock and sucks in, then does the other side. She finally licks up the front, then takes my cock into her mouth. She takes as much as she can, then lets go again, licking the side all the way down to the root and then trails down to suck one of my balls in her mouth while her hand moves up and down my cock. She does the other ball, and then she comes back up and twirls her tongue around the tip of my cock, taking me deeper this time. I hiss when her hot mouth leaves me as she plays with me, licking me up and then taking me in her mouth. I watch her play with me. Giving her this, I let her lead, but when she gets on all fours with her ass in the air, I snap. One of my hands goes into her long hair, fisting it and pulling it back, and she just smiles up at me as she takes my cock into her mouth. My hips start to move, and she slowly takes a little bit more each time. I fuck her face slowly, trying to keep my pace, but then she wiggles her ass in the air and closes her eyes, and I know she’s playing with herself.

  “Are you playing with my pussy?” I ask her, speeding up a little bit more. Her eyes close, but I pull her hair a bit more, and she opens them, groaning. “You rubbing that little pink clit of mine?” I ask her, and her ass moves a touch more. My balls start to get tight, and I know I’m going to come, but I don’t want this to end. I hold out as long as I can and then hiss, “I’m coming.” I let her hair go so she can let go of my cock, but she doesn’t. She just takes me faster, her hand moving faster, her mouth sucking harder, and I come in her mouth. Her eyes remain on mine as she comes for the second time tonight. When my cock slips out of her mouth, she gets up on her knees, and her pussy is glistening. My cock twitches the minute I see it.

  “Come here,” I tell her, and she comes to me on her knees. I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me. I’m not sure what else to say. There are so many things I want to say, but I don’t know if I should. I don’t know if it’s too soon, so I do the safest thing. I kiss her, hoping that everything in my head is put out into that kiss.

  With her hands on me, my heart starts to calm because her touching keeps me at peace. “I need to go wash up,” she says, getting off the bed and walking to the bathroom. I watch her walk there, then get up and take off my boxers. “Do you think we need to blow out the candles?” she asks loudly.

  “The guy said that they will burn out on their own, but if you want, I can go and make sure that they don’t burn down the house,” I tell her, and she comes back in wearing a T-shirt, and I groan. “Why are you dressed?” I ask her, almost pouting.

  “I’m going to help you blow out the candles,” she tells me, then turns to walk backward. “I’d put the boxers back on if I was you. Never know when hot wax will fall on your penis or if you get too close to the flame . . . wouldn’t want to risk getting burned.” I stop in my tracks and look down, thinking it could possibly happen. I grab my boxers, slipping them on, and walk out. She is halfway done when I see her bend over in the shirt that’s not enough to cover her ass, and I suddenly want to fall to my knees and bury my face in her again. My cock tells me this is a fantastic idea, but when she turns and sees me, she says, “No.”

  “I wasn’t going to do anything,” I say, putting my hands up in the air in surrender. “I was going to help you with the blowing duties.”

  “Lies,” she says, standing up straight. “I need food,” she says, coming to me and hugging me, getting on her tippy toes to whisper in my ear. “Then if you want, we can bring the can of whipped cream to bed with us.”

  I grab her around the waist, picking her up, and go to the fridge. Grabbing the whipped cream, I carry her back to the room. “This will fill you up,” I tell her, throwing her on the bed, and it takes us about five minutes to be out of whipped cream. We both fight over the can as she tops my cock with it, and I finally get her to come by just sucking her snow-capped tits.

  We lie breathless in the bed, our limbs intertwined. I look over from my side of the bed to see her head on her own pillow, her hair fanned out all around her. Her chest is rising and falling as she tries to get her breathing under control. “I never thought I’d be satisfied without having sex,” I tell her, and she turns to look at me.

  Her hand goes to her stomach, draping over it. “I’m guessing you haven’t ever done this without having sex after?”

  I turn to her now, my hand reaching out and bringing her closer to me. “I don’t want our first time to be with fear that we will get caught. I don’t want the first time that I finally have you to be with us looking over our shoulder to make sure no one saw us.” Her arm now goes around me, coming closer to me, her leg now hitching over my hip. “So from now until the end of my contract, I’m going to learn every single part of your body,” I tell her, kissing her neck. “I’m going to claim every single part of you.” Her head falls back, giving me more access. “I’m going to know how to make you come every day.” Her breath hitches. “With my tongue.” I trace her neck with my tongue. “With my fingers.” My hand slides between us, and with her leg over my hip giving me easy access, I slowly slip my finger in, and she moans. “I take it you agree to this?” I slowly move my thumb over her clit, and she moans louder. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I tell her, rolling her to her back and then making her come with my fingers and then my mouth.

  Chapter Twenty

  Erin

  “Are you done packing?” Carter asks me from the doorway, and I just shake my head.

  “All that is yours?” I point at two piles of clothes on the edge of the bed. After the night I came home to the house full of candles and roses, he’s been sleeping in my room. He didn’t even try to sleep in his. It was now our room, and his stuff was mixed with mine. The top of my vanity had his razor and deodorant, and it was natural. We spent the days shooting, and then we spent the nights just with each other. If it was him cooking or me cooking, we did it together. I was well acquainted with his body at this point. I could tell you about the little birthmark he had on his chest. My mouth was very familiar with his whole body, and my body craved his touch more and more.

  “We leave right after the shooting, so I have to put the bags in the car before we go,” he tells me, and I don’t know why I’m suddenly sad to go. I mean, I know why. Tonight when I go to bed it won’t be in his arms, but instead, I’ll be in my bed by myself. “We have that fundraiser tomorrow night,” he reminds me, and I nod my head. I am not sure I can say anything without my voice shaking. “Did you get a dress for the Grammys?”

  “I did,” I tell him of the silver dress waiting for me at home along with the dress I’m wearing tomorrow night. I close the suitcase and zip
it closed, and he grabs his clothes and brings them in his room to throw them in his own. I wheel my suitcase to the hallway. “I’m ready,” I tell him, and he comes out, and I just sigh.

  “Are those the jeans I bought?” he asks me of the jeans I’m wearing. It seems that me in skirts that were tight and constricted my legs being open were not okay. So I came home to a box full of jeans. I mean, about thirty pair of jeans. I do a turn in them, showing him that the jeans are so tight you see my full ass. “Are you wearing a sweater with those?” he asks, and I just shake my head. “Okay, so I need to order you sweaters.” I grab his phone from him. “You can’t walk around like that.”

  “What is wrong with these?” I ask him, and he puts his head back and groans.

  “Baby, you see everything,” he says, and I just shrug.

  “I could have worn my skirt, but you didn’t want me to,” I tell him and walk in front of him. I take a last look around and then walk out with him following. I close the door behind him, and he makes his way to the truck and puts our things in the back.

  “One scene today, right?” I ask him, getting in, and he just answers with a nod.

  When we walk into the stage, everyone is in a bright mood, knowing that they will be bringing the set back home to L.A.. “Finally done with this town,” Mandy says while she puts on his makeup. “It’s barbaric here. No Uber, no cabs.” She shakes her head. “I need pollution in my life.”

  “I love it here,” Carter says. When Mandy stops working on his face, he opens one eye. “What?”

  “No hustle and bustle,” she says. “No clubs or bars.” She continues, then leans in and whispers, “No pussy.” He shakes his head. “I have to say you cost me a hundred bucks.”

  “Why’s that?” he asks, and I look up from my phone to listen.

  “You’ve been here for two weeks, and you haven’t had sex with one person,” she says. “Not one.” And my stomach drops, just thinking about it.

  “I’m a changed man,” he says. “Reformed.”

  Mandy throws her head back and laughs. “A leopard doesn’t change his spots,” she says and continues to work on him.

  “Maybe I’m done with the meaningless sex,” he tells her. “Maybe I’m done with the bullshit of people only wanting to be with me because of who I am.” Mandy looks at me, and I just shrug at her. “People can change,” he says, and Mandy just drops the subject. I don’t let it get to me, but somehow, it does. I follow him to stage three, and I do my posts on Facebook, Twitter, and of course, my favorite Instagram. This time, I snap a shot of the stage with the caption.

  “Last shot in Montana. Big Sky Country . . . you were beautiful.”

  I then go and accept Carter’s follow request. My heart’s a little heavy knowing that things are going to change when we leave, but I don’t dwell on it. I post a picture of Ivan and Carter looking at a shot on camera. We say goodbye to everyone and walk out right when the sun is high in the sky. “It’s going to be a good day,” he says, getting in the car. We make our way back to the airstrip. Once there, he hands the keys to the guy who loads our bags on the plane. He waits for me to walk in front of him. “I want those jeans when you’re done with them,” he tells me when I sit down in front of him with the table between us.

  “Why?” I ask him, buckling my seat belt.

  “So I can burn them,” he says, glaring at me, and I just throw back my head and laugh.

  “Nope, you bought them,” I remind him and then stop when the girl comes over and smiles at us.

  “Welcome aboard,” she says and then her smile goes a little bit bigger when she looks at Carter. “My name is Keira, and I’ll be here to assist you with anything you need.” I roll my eyes when she emphasizes the word anything.

  “I’ll have a water, and she will have . . .” Carter says, looking at me. “She will have the same.” He doesn’t even look at her. She nods and walks away. “Do you have a cat?”

  “What?” I ask him and feel the plane moving. I raise the shades beside me to see that we are going down the runway.

  “Prepare for takeoff,” the captain says into the speaker.

  “So do you have a cat?” he asks me again.

  “No,” I answer him. “Why?”

  “Do you have a dog?” he asks, and I sit back in the chair as the plane takes off.

  “No,” I tell him. “This is so weird.”

  “What about plants?” he asks me, and I just shake my head. “Perfect. No reason for you to go home tonight.” I look at him. “Spend the weekend with me at the beach.”

  “Carter,” I say and stop talking when Keira comes back with a silver tray and two glasses of water. “Thank you,” he says to her, grabbing his water and drinking it.

  “Lunch will be served in ten minutes,” she says and turns away.

  “I have all my stuff to wash and put away, plus I have to grab the dress for tomorrow,” I tell him.

  “I have a washer and a dryer.” He smiles at me. “We can pick up your dress on the way to my house.”

  “I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “What if someone catches us? I mean, in Montana it was normal for us to go home together, but it’s another story if I spend the weekend with you there. There’s a lot riding on your celibacy, you know.”

  “You’re worried the paps are going to catch us?” he asks me, and I’m annoyed that he knows me. “I’ll drive the car into the garage, and no one will see us. We can spend the time in bed.” He winks at me, and I stop talking when Keira comes back and places a tray of food in the middle of the table. Then she places a plate in front of me and then totally leans over to place it in front of Carter. She turns her face so she is face-to-face with him, and I literally have to lean away as her ass is now in my face. I unclip my seat belt, which makes Carter’s eyes go big. “I’m sorry, you are making me really uncomfortable.” She looks shocked. “If you could please step away.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it,” she says and turns back to run to the back of the plane.

  “Were you going to hit her?” he asks, leaning in.

  “Are you insane? I was going to go to the bathroom and throw up,” I answer him, and he laughs loudly. “That’s funny?”

  “You’re jealous,” he says, and I shake my head, ignoring him, but when he continues laughing, I just glare at him. “Come sit with me,” he says softly. We grab the plates from the table and go eat on the couch. By the time we land, I think we’ve only seen Keira twice more. Getting into the car, he heads to my condo where he parks, then walks in with me. “This is nice,” he says of the apartment, and I nod at him. “Go pack a bag.” I walk into my bedroom, and he follows me, sitting on the bed while I grab some things for his house. I grab the two dresses hanging in the covered black bag and the matching shoes that go with them.

  “If at any time it isn’t safe, I want you to promise me you will bring me back home,” I tell him from the closet.

  “Baby, I promise you that no one will know,” he tells me, and when I walk to him, he opens his legs, so I stand in the middle of them and his hands go to my ass. “I promise you.”

  “Fine, it’s just it’s both our asses on the line,” I say, turning around and locking up my house once again.

  “Are you almost done?” I hear him knock on the closed door. Spending the night in the house with him last night was amazing. We sat outside listening to the waves while we talked about everything. We then came inside and fell asleep in each other’s arms, and I woke with his face between my legs. Of course, once fully awake, I returned the favor. “Erin.” I look up while I tie the strap around my ankle.

  I get up from the bed and take one last look at myself in the mirror. I snuck off to the guest room to get ready. My hair is loose, and I added some waves. My makeup is natural with just some black mascara. The light gold eyeshadow with a light bronze liner make my blue eyes pop. The light pink on my lips makes them just a touch more plump. I take a deep breath and smooth down the sleeveless go
wn. And what a gown it is. It has a rounded neck and rose gold sequins that goes to a burgundy ombre at the bottom. It fits me like a glove with the bottom going just a touch looser so it sashays as I walk.

  I grab my little rose gold satin clutch and walk to the door. Opening it, I stand here looking at him. He is wearing a black on black tux, making his green blue eyes stand out even more. His hair is combed back, but what I really like the most is the scruff on his face. I smile, reaching out and touching it. “This is going to give me razor burn,” I joke with him, but his eyes are bright and blue, and he doesn’t say anything. “What’s the matter?”

  “You,” he says softly. “You take my breath away each time.” He comes close to me and puts his hand on my hip. He does that often to bring me closer to him. “I don’t want to leave this house.” He comes down, rubbing his nose on my cheek. “I don’t want anything to touch what we have.”

  “Carter,” I whisper, “we have to go.”

  “Will you be by my side the whole night?” he asks me. “I don’t know how to explain it, but when you’re there, I feel like everything is aligned. My heart beats normally, I can breathe, and I can smile, and it not hurt.”

  “I’ll be right by your side the whole night,” I tell him. “I promise.” Holding out my hand, he grabs it and links our fingers together. We walk down the stairs, and I stop. “We should take a picture.”

  He grabs his phone and raises his hand, taking one of the both of us smiling at the camera. “Okay, now one for us,” he says and puts his arm around my waist, bringing me to him. One of my hands go around his waist and the other one goes on his chest. Our smiles match, and you can tell from the picture that we are together. “That one is for me,” he says as he looks at the picture. I watch him walk ahead of me and call his name. He turns and looks over his shoulder where he winks with his smirk on full display. “I want you to caption that with “his eye is always on the prize.””