She wondered how often he slept with girls like this. Was she his first one this shoot, or had there already been others? It was foolish of her to expect anything more than just a one-night stand from this, but the courting and the dinners had been nice. At least he’d made a bit of an effort and not just asked her straight into bed.
She watched him expertly roll the condom onto his impressively hard cock, biting her lip nervously. This was it. She was about to have sex with Rico Fernandez. This is an opportunity so many young women would kill for.
And a moment later he was leaning down over her, sliding his arms underneath her shoulders and clamping their bodies together while he lined himself up down below.
She could feel the tip of his erection touching her hole and she let out a little whimper of anticipation which was soon followed by an all-out gasp and moan as he moved his hips forwards and pressed into her.
He slid inside easily, as she was already so wet and eager, and she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist as she felt him filling her up.
“Mmm….” She arched her back up off the bed a bit, her eyes rolling in pleasure.
Rico moaned and buried his face into her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin as he rested inside her a moment, getting used to how it felt.
Then he slowly began to move his hips, back and forth, taking his time and gradually building up the pace of their love-making.
Ashleigh let out moan after moan as he started to snap into her, his thrusts gaining momentum and force, and her noises getting louder and more out of control as a result.
“That’s it,” he encouraged under his breath, being a fairly silent lover overall aside from his occasional dirty talk. “Moan nice and loud for me… I want everyone to hear…”
“Rico!” she cried out loud.
He switched up their position a bit and grabbed her by the wrists, pinning her arms down either side of her head as he pounded into her, the bed starting to rock and shake, and bang against the wall.
“Ah! Rico! Ah!” She continued to be loud for him as he dug his nails into her wrists a little.
“Yeah…you like that, don’t you?” he murmured, closing his eyes in pleasure as a light sheen of sweat began to break out along his forehead.
She knocked into him with her heels, encouraging him to go harder and deeper, loving every second of it and almost screaming by the time he exploded inside of her five minutes later.
He let out a cry of ecstasy, his face twisting up beautifully and his thrusts finally slowing and faltering as he rode out the orgasm.
He pulled out, then straight away shuffled down the bed and buried his face into her wetness, attacking her with his tongue and flicking it back and forth over her clit to make sure she fell over the edge too, and it didn’t take long. She was already sensitive from the thorough pounding he’d given her, and she felt her toes tingling and her legs start to tremble.
She grabbed a fistful of hair and arched her back, screaming and squealing as her head thrashed from side to side, her body releasing more juices onto his face and tongue.
When he came up for air a few seconds later, his chin and lips were glistening from it. He grinned at her and she smiled back, exhausted and all puffed out.
“Oh my God…” she managed to whisper, slowly releasing her grasp on his hair.
Rico rolled off her and to the side, collapsing on the bed beside her, his chest glimmering in sweat.
The two of them lay there like that for a moment or two, then slowly turned and cuddled up to one another, silently laying in each other’s arms for the next five minutes while they got their breath back and recovered.
“Wow,” Rico finally spoke. “You were something else.”
Ashleigh gave a little giggle. “So were you.”
He kissed her gently on the lips, then got up and rolled off the used condom, tossing it into the trash.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced.
“Okay,” she smiled and curled up in his bed, pulling the covers up over her.
Five minutes later when he was done, she took a shower too, and then, both clean, they got into bed together and fell asleep, entwined in each other’s arms.
Chapter Twelve
Ashleigh woke up first the following morning, and she was glad of it. It gave her the opportunity to quietly slip out of bed, find her clothes that were strewn all over the floor, and sneak out of the hotel room before Rico stirred.
Thankfully, they had become detached from each other at some point in the night and he was now on the other side of the bed, half hanging out of it, his limbs akimbo.
She smiled slightly to herself as she took a moment to observe him, then fumbled with her heels and awkwardly left the hotel room, very gently closing the door behind her and feeling like such a whore leaving looking all dishevelled and very obviously wearing evening clothes from the night before.
The walk of shame from the elevator out the lobby and through the main doors was particularly painful and seemed to last forever. She was relieved to finally get outside into the LA sunshine and quickly flag down a passing taxi to take her back to her own hotel room. She needed to get changed and have a coffee before she was due to be picked up by Tim at 9am.
She put on something a bit more respectable and used some makeup to cover the marks Rico had left on her neck with his eager kisses.
She couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. She kept telling herself it was probably just going to be a one-time thing, but regardless, she was grateful for it, and she was glad she got to see a side of Rico she hadn’t expected – the cute romantic taking her for midnight strolls on Venice Beach. Or maybe that was just how he got all the girls into bed. It certainly worked on her. She was pretty smitten, despite herself.
That day, she was on the set as Rico had promised. He looked over at her a couple of times while he was filming some scenes and gave her the merest of smiles, but most of the morning they were both too busy doing their own separate things to actually interact.
She was kept busy running back and forth between the set and the costume and makeup department to fetch various things that were needed, and continually making coffees for actors and crew.
Eventually though, she was called over by Sally who said that Francis wanted to see her about something in the offices.
She felt her heart sink at that, and her stomach tensed up a bit. Her interaction with Francis from the other day was still playing heavy on her mind, and she was hoping to be able to avoid him for as long as humanly possible.
“Alright,” she smiled tightly at Sally and did as she was told, making her way out the studio, along the corridor and into the empty office where Francis was sitting at his desk.
He looked up as she came in and smiled, standing.
“Ahh, Ashleigh. Great to see you again.” He paused expectantly, not carrying on speaking, just looking at her, and into the awkward silence, Ashleigh quickly replied, “You too.”
At this, his eyes lit up and he seemed satisfied, continuing, “I’ve got a new musical film coming up, and I was wondering whether you’d like to audition. I’ve heard you’re a bit of a singer yourself…” He smirked. “Been asking around to find out all I can about you.”
Well, that last sentence wasn’t creepy at all, Ashleigh thought to herself sarcastically. But still, an audition for a musical film sounded amazing, and exactly the right opportunity she was looking for. She felt a little charge of excitement and smiled, nodding immediately.
“That would be great. I’d love to audition, thank you.”
“Wonderful!” He clapped his hands together then sat down again and picked up a pen. “I’ll get your name down on the list, and I’ll talk to you about it very soon.”
He scribbled something down on a piece of paper and then didn’t look up at her again, leaving her just standing there awkwardly in the doorway.
“Should I uh…”
He glanced up. “Oh, yes, yes, you ma
y go now.” He dismissed her with a little wave of his hand.
Ashleigh shook her head slightly and turned, leaving the room with a sigh and returning to the studio. She didn’t like Francis, but she would play along with him to get the opportunities she wanted.
Later that day, she was in for another surprise encounter, this time with someone much more welcome – Rico.
He came up to her at lunchtime, just after she’d finished eating and was returning her empty plates to the van.
“Hey uh…” He placed her hand on her elbow and gently pulled her to one side away from everyone else, smiling at her lopsidedly. “I was wondering if you wanted to go out again? Maybe tomorrow?”
She definitely hadn’t been expecting that. Maybe this would be one of his longer flings, not just a one-nighter. She could totally live with that. She wouldn’t say no to another round in the sack with Rico. He was amazing in bed.
“Yeah, sounds good,” she nodded positively. “Haven’t got any plans.”
“Awesome,” he grinned and winked at her. “Catch you later then.”
And then he bounced off back to his trailer with a decided spring in his step.
Ashleigh knew she was probably playing with fire here, especially since she was starting to get attached, but she was beyond caring. The more time she got to spend with Rico, the better. He was dreamy and incredible.
Chapter Thirteen
And the third ‘date,’ or whatever it was she should call it, was just as good, if not better, than the first two.
Rico absolutely insisted on paying, which was a little annoying but Ashleigh was used to it by now. Maybe if they got around to a fourth or fifth meal out, she could persuade him to allow her to cover the whole check.
It was just as they were finishing their dessert that it happened.
There was a flash of light that seemed to come through the window, as if there was a storm brewing outside which, in a way, there was.
They both turned and looked from their comfortable window seat and realized that a small hoard of paparazzi was beginning to gather outside the restaurant.
“Oh God,” Rico groaned slightly.
Ashleigh gasped when she saw them. It was the first time she’d ever had to experience something like this.
One of them approached the window again, pressing his camera to the glass and getting another snap, the flash going off in their faces.
“Move away from the window,” Rico sighed, standing up and glancing around for another table.
“The press are going to write about this, aren’t they? Oh God, do you think they got a good picture?” She began to panic. She wasn’t used to this fame lifestyle, and wasn’t sure she wanted some blurry picture of her splashed all over the tabloids in speculation over who was Rico’s latest girl.
“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he insisted, finding them another table and then ordering the waiter to fetch their desserts over so they didn’t have to go back near the window.
The waiter apologized for the press being outside and said he would ask them to leave.
“That won’t work, but I appreciate it, thank you…” Rico smiled and shook his head to himself, sighing quietly as he picked up his spoon and carried on eating.
“If the guy tells them to leave, they’ll have to go, right?”
“Like I said…they won’t listen. This is paparazzi we’re dealing with. They’re not like normal people, they’re ruthless.” He chuckled and took out his wallet to pay. “They might step back around the corner or across the road, and make it seem like they’re leaving, but as soon as we leave that restaurant they’ll rush at us out of nowhere and we’ll be surrounded.”
“That sounds terrible…” Ashleigh’s eyes widened, her heart racing a little as she looked to the window, trying to think of what they could do to escape them.
“Yeah, it’s not great,” he sighed. “But, it’s just something you have to get used to when you live a life like mine. It comes with the territory.”
She didn’t respond. She was too busy looking around the restaurant, her brain ticking over, mind whirring.
She noticed a couple of waiters coming out of the kitchen door carrying plates of food, and then slowly smirked to herself, turning back to look at Rico.
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Mm, what?” He seemed distracted too, staring over at the window anxiously.
“I’ve got an idea for how we can escape them,” she continued. “Let’s go out the back.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “What back?”
“Out through the kitchen.” She nodded her head discreetly over to the door and Rico followed her eyes, seeing the staff members walking in and out. “Most kitchens normally have some kind of fire exit, right? That leads into some kind of alley way? At least…they do in movies.”
“And people always run through them being chased by cops or gangsters or something, right?” Rico continued, turning to smile at her.
“Exactly!”
“And that’s what you want to do?” He raised an eyebrow and sat back, folding his arms across his chest and looking at her.
“Well, if we could get out the back, we might be able to sneak off without them noticing us, or find another street we can get onto that avoids that main road or…or something. It’ll give us more of a chance of being able to avoid them at least.”
“And it’ll be fun.”
“Exactly!” She grinned wide.
“You just want to do it cause it’s exciting, don’t you?” He smirked.
She blushed a bit and smirked back, then held up her hands. “You got me.”
Rico snickered and shook his head at her, smiling wide. “You’re fun. I like that.”
“Are you up for it then?” she asked excitedly.
“Sure. Why not?” He tossed some money down to cover the cost of the food and then stood up, putting his jacket on. “Are we going to ask the restaurant’s permission if we can do this first or–”
But before he could finish speaking, Ashleigh had set off, running towards the kitchen door, glad that she’d chosen to wear her flats that night. Perhaps it was fate.
“Wow, okay…” Rico laughed and ran after her.
Ashleigh took the lead, bursting in through the kitchen doors much to the surprise of the staff that were working in there.
She stopped, her eyes darting around the place until she spotted the fire exit door on the opposite side, dashing towards it.
“Hey!” she heard someone shout. “You can’t be in here!”
Well, too late. They already were.
But not for long.
Her hands slammed on the handle and it flew open, and within moments they were outside, in some kind of alleyway behind the back of the restaurant.
“See? I told you!” She shot Rico a triumphant smile. “There’s always an alley.”
Rico giggled and grabbed her by the hand. “This way.” He tugged her to the right and they both started running again, hand in hand.
At the end of the alley they took a left and it led them onto another main road.
“There they are!” someone yelled.
“They’ve spotted us!” cried Rico, his legs moving faster as they picked up speed, the two of them giggling. They raced across the busy road to the sound of cars beeping, and dashed down another side street.
Then a left, and crossing another road, turning right into yet another alley way.
They kept going and going, weaving this way and that, turning corners and stopping traffic, until they had put some sufficient distance between themselves and the restaurant, and the paps, and until their lungs were aching so much from running they could barely keep going anymore anyway.
“Stop…stop…” Rico panted, so out of breath he was unable to even laugh. He let go of her hand and they both leaned their backs up against the cool brick wall, gasping a bit and taking a moment to recover.
Eventually, Rico turned to her and pinned her to the wall wi
th his body, leaning in and crashing his lips to hers in an eager, heated kiss that she keenly returned.
She wrapped her arms around him and ran her hands up and down his body, one of his hands reaching down and groping at her crotch.
She whimpered and pushed her hips into him, then moved her own hands around to the front, palming him through his pants as they kissed, their tongues clashing and exploring each other’s mouths while their hands fumbled and touched wherever they could.
For a moment, she thought they might have been about to have sex right then and there. She certainly felt him get hard beneath her touch, but after a few minutes of sensual, hot kissing, he broke off, grinning, and stepped back away from the wall.
“Wow…” He smirked and looked her up and down. “You really are something else. You’re gonna get me into trouble.”
“Hey, I got you out of trouble tonight, mister,” she teased.
“Huh. Yeah, you did.” He offered her his hand. “I think they’ll be gone now. We should probably get back.”
“Yeah, I guess we probably should. Early start tomorrow.”
“Yeah.”
Because of their 6am call the following morning, and the fact that it was already so late, he didn’t invite her back to his hotel, but she got the impression he would have done so under any other circumstance. They were both turned on, and couldn’t stop looking at each other and touching each other as they made their way through the streets.
When he dropped her back off at her hotel, they shared another deep, slow kiss, before he waved goodbye and drove off on his bike.
Chapter Fourteen
After that evening, things between Rico and Ashleigh changed, and for the better. There was a sort of bond between them. Three dates, sex, and a chase through the streets away from the paparazzi had definitely brought them closer, and it was obvious that they enjoyed each other’s company.
Over the next couple of days, they could be seen spending more time together on set. In between takes, Rico would often come over and chat to her by the coffee and tea stall, helping himself to biscuits while they stood to one side slightly away from everyone else, and talked and laughed, shared a joke.
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