Fame

by Meghan Quinn

The night went by fast as Willow and Declan ate dinner while slowly sexually teasing each other the entire meal. Willow would seductively run her finger down her rather revealing dress that was entirely too short. The neckline dove down to the middle of her stomach, revealing too much, especially for where they ate dinner, but she didn’t care. She would watch in fascination how Declan’s eyes would burn with need from just a simple touch or glance down her cleavage.

  From under the table, he would grab ahold of her leg and slowly move his hand up to dangerous territory, making her wet with need. It was one big aphrodisiac after another between them, and now that they were back at his place, all she wanted to do was strip down and have Declan take her; she was beyond ready, and possibly a little tipsy at the same time.

  With a saunter that was making her even more wet than before, Declan walked into the room with his dress shirt buttons undone, showing off a well-defined chest. He held a mysterious wooden box in his hand as he approached her. Willow walked over to him and ran her hand down his stomach until it connected with his belt, which she slowly undid.

  “What do you have there?” She nodded toward the box while dropping his belt on the floor.

  “Why don’t you take off that dress of yours and I’ll show you.”

  With pleasure, Willow slipped her arms out of the arm holes of her dress and pulled the silky fabric down, revealing her perfectly pierced nipples and a very miniscule thong. Declan took his time taking her all in with his lustful gaze. When his eyes landed on her breasts, he licked his lips in appreciation and then looked up at her.

  “Fuck, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you, ever since the minute you walked out of the dressing room for your photo shoot; I knew I had to have you.”

  “Is that right?” she asked, as she sidled up next to him and pulled his hand around her body so he cupped her ass. She stood on the toes of her heels and ran her tongue up his neck to his jaw and across his lips, which parted with ease as he moaned into her mouth.

  Being the tease that she was, she pulled away and ran her hand back down his stomach to the crotch of his pants, where she found him fully erect and more than turned on. Her hand stroked his hard length under his pants, causing her to moan with delight at finding out that he was longer than she expected him to be.

  “Declan, if I knew you were this well hung, I would have fucked you right there on set.”

  “Does dick size really matter to you?” he asked with an evil grin.

  “No, but it sure does make a difference.”

  “Nice to know I meet your standards.”

  “Oh you meet them; you meet every single one of them.”

  With pride at her statement, he ran his hand up her bare torso to her right breast. Her nipple was hard from his touch, and goose bumps raised on her skin from anticipation of the kind of lover he was going to be.

  “Do you want to have some fun tonight, Willow?”

  “Always,” she replied, while pressing her body into his hand, she needed him to touch her more, to take the burning need that was building up in the pit of her stomach.

  All thoughts of Cruz were gone the moment Declan showed up at her door looking devastatingly handsome. She liked Cruz, but they weren’t together. They were only having fun, and that’s exactly what Willow was going to do, have fun. She was famous now, no more worries; she was going to live for once.

  “Lay down on the couch, beautiful.”

  Willow did as she was told and rested on his soft couch.

  “We won’t be needing these,” Declan said, as he took off her thong and tossed it to the side. He also took her heels off, so now she was completely bare to him. His perusal sent a wave of heat through her veins, sending her body into overdrive. If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to combust.

  “You’re so perfect…that body, Willow, that body is amazing.”

  “Well then do something with it,” she practically begged.

  Declan brought the little wooden box over to Willow and opened the lid. She was curious to see what was inside; she was pretty much up for anything, lube, vibrators, whips, chains…she really didn’t care.

  What she didn’t expect to see was a pouch of white powder and a sharp razor blade.

  “Ever try cocaine, Willow?”

  Whoa, Cocaine? That was some heavy shit, something she never tried and never even thought about trying. She’d dabbled here and there in some drugs, but nothing that was heavy, so the shocked look on her face must have made her look completely juvenile.

  “No,” she said breathlessly, wondering where this was going to go.

  “Would you like to try it?”

  She paused and looked at the little sack for a second. “Umm, I don’t kn-know,” she stuttered, losing a bit of her bravado.

  Smiling warmly, he cupped her face and said, “You don’t have to try it, Willow. I just sometimes like to escape and let loose, so I occasionally take a line or two. It’s not an everyday thing, just something to help me relax, you know? Being a celebrity is hard sometimes; everyone wants a piece of you, so this just helps take the edge off. It’s barely anything.”

  Willow nodded as she eyed the little sack.

  “You don’t have to try any, but I would love to do a line off that delectable body of yours, if you don’t mind. Do you?”

  The way he asked with such a soothing tone in his voice had Willow melting and shaking her head no that she didn’t mind. She was actually intrigued to see how it worked.

  “You just made my fucking night, gorgeous. Lay back down for me so I can get a good surface, unless…do you want to watch? I can prop you up a bit.”

  “I’d like that,” she nodded, pleasing him even more. She enjoyed that, pleasing Declan. He was older than her by at least ten years, so to see that she could please a man of his age was a little empowering.

  “I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said, as he grabbed the razor blade and rested it on her stomach. “I just need you to flatten out your stomach for me.”

  She nodded and did as she was told. He laid out some of the white powder and then sealed up the sack. With the razor blade, he slightly grazed her stomach to straighten out his line. The risky sensation of the razor blade against her skin had her skin blazing with heat.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” she admitted, as he finished up.

  He looked up at her with surprise and said, “Really? Something to remember then.”

  With his shirt undone, he knelt down on his knees and hovered his head over her pussy, where he lightly licked her. A moan shot out of her mouth from the barely-there contact.

  “You’re killing me.”

  “Just wait, Willow,” and then in one swift movement, he plugged one nostril and snorted up the line that he’d so gently placed on her. Willow watched in fascination as his eyes blinked and he adjusted to the drug he’d just inhaled.

  She was fascinated by the way he smiled afterwards, the ease in his body, and the cool exterior he was projecting. With slow deliverance, he took off his shirt and pulled down his pants so his erection sprung free. His cock was large, very large, and was more than ready for her.

  “Sweet Jesus,” she mumbled, as she watched him start to stroke himself right then and there.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Willow. You make me so hard, and after what you let me do to you just now, I couldn’t be more turned on.”

  His body relaxed and he looked almost at ease with the world. In a moment of weakness and curiosity, she decided to partake in his little party.

  “I want to try some.”

  His eyes lit up and a slow smile spread across his face.

  “That’s what I like to hear. Let me get you set up on the coffee table, it will be easier for your first time.”

  Leaning over him, she watched as he lined up a snort for her with precision. Once he was done, he took her on his lap, so his erection pressed against the crevice of her ass, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear.

  “This, my d
ear, is going to change your life forever. You’re never going to get as good of a fuck until you do it with some cocaine in your system, believe me.”

  Excited, but also a little apprehensive, Willow leaned over and asked, “So, just snort it all?”

  “Yup, if you can’t take it all, it’s okay. I’ll finish whatever you miss.”

  She nodded and bent her head down so her nose skimmed the surface of the coffee table. With a deep breath and a bit of courage, she plugged her nose and inhaled the substance right off the coffee table in one smooth stroke. When her head shot up, Declan clapped his hands and said, “Holy shit, babe. You fucking owned that.”

  She looked down at the table and saw that she’d cleaned the whole thing. She didn’t know if she should be proud of herself or disturbed.

  “I’m a little nervous,” she admitted. “I don’t usually do drugs.”

  “It’s okay,” Declan said, as he cupped her face. “It won’t be a problem, I promise. It’s not as addictive as people say it is…it’s just to relax.”

  Willow nodded her head and waited on the couch as Declan started to put away the pouch and blade in the box. While she watched him, she already started to feel her muscles relax. Maybe Declan was right…it was just a little relaxer, nothing more.

  At least that’s what she told herself as Declan pulled her up from the couch and took her over to his windows. They were both naked and achieving the high that Declan set out for them.

  He pressed her up against the window and instantly every touch, every sound almost felt surreal. Her mind spun as his hands ran up the sides of her stomach to the front of her chest as he cupped her breasts. His cock pressed against her back, and the feeling of his rigidness and his hands playing with her piercings had her throwing her head back against his shoulder and moaning.

  Her senses were on fire and her skin was so damn sensitive to his touch that it heightened the arousal in her body.

  “Are you on birth control?” he mumbled into her ear, as his lips played with her earlobe.

  “Yes, and I’m clean,” she said, just needing him by now.

  “Good, me too, because there was no way in hell I would be able to put on a condom after I could see how wet you already were for me. I need to feel all of you, Willow. Every last inch of you.”

  “Me too,” she breathed heavily. “God, Declan, everything you say is making me wetter than before. Your touches are stealing my breath. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”

  “It’s because you’re relaxed,” Declan said, as his hand wandered down to her pussy. With two fingers, he dove into her wet center, and started finger fucking her.

  Pleasure shot through her core at the mere touch of his fingers where she needed him the most. Her hand flew to the back of his neck, where she held onto him, and her other hand went to her breasts, where she started playing with her own nipples. The sensations rolling through her body were almost too much to handle.

  “I need your cock,” she panted, as her hands fell to the window, bracing herself, as his fingers continued to scoop up into her.

  The feeling of being exposed for the world to see while Declan fucked her senseless was something she was reveling in, absolutely loving. She wanted people to see how he made her feel; she wished there was a crowd of onlookers to watch her. Just the mere thought of it had her stomach clenching for release.

  “Yes, please!” she screamed. “Fuck me, Declan.”

  That was all he needed; he removed his fingers and placed his cock at her entrance. With small movements, he moved his cock two inches into her pussy and then back out. He played with her ring, swirling the head of his cock around, and then pressing it in ever so lightly, never going too deep.

  “Ahhh, fuck, fuck!” she cried, as her first orgasm took over her body, but not fully satisfying her; she needed him to go deep, to ram into her.

  “More,” she panted. “Fuck me hard.”

  A guttural grunt escaped Declan as he slammed his hips into Willow. Her face pressed against his window and her breasts swayed from the force he was pushing against her. It was primal…it was hot…it was something she’d never experienced before.

  It was almost as if she was floating, and the only feeling she had was in her wet center where Declan was pushing in and out of her.

  His fingers dug into her sides as he continued to slam into her. Feeling his release coming on soon, he reached around to her front and pressed his finger against her clit. With one flick, she cried out his name as she came all around him. His release followed right after hers, and they slammed into each other, trying to hold on to every last second of their orgasms.

  When Declan’s hips slowed down, Willow leaned against his chest and tilted her head up to press a kiss to his neck. Right there, in that single moment, she was in a total state of euphoria, a high that she never wanted to let go of…ever.

  **Grey**

  The smell of rot and sewage challenged Grey’s nose as he walked through Rook’s childhood home. He had only been over to Rook’s house a couple of times in high school, when he had to pick him up or help him move all his belongings out, once he decided to finally leave the confines his father placed on him, but he’d never experienced such horrid smells in the house before.

  After so many years later, the house hadn’t changed, besides the decrepit feeling it portrayed. It was still dirty, disheveled, and a piss poor place for any human to live, especially a growing boy.

  Grey remembered the first time he went over to Rook’s house; he was so disturbed that he went up to his mom and dad afterwards and thanked them for taking care of him, because he couldn’t imagine living in Rook’s shoes.

  Rook had no one to watch over him, no stability in his life, and he lived every single second of his life with the fear of God in him when he had to go home, wondering if his dad was going to take out his high on him, once again.

  Grey found out from Pete that once Rook’s dad died, Rook was left with his debt and the shitty house that Rook grew up in, so that was the first place Grey went to look. If he wasn’t in the house, then there at least had to be a clue as to where he was.

  As Grey walked through the house, he stepped over garbage, broken furniture and used needles. Cockroaches scattered the ground and maggots were feeding on anything and everything in sight. The mere smell of the house had Grey dry heaving as he made his way upstairs to Rook’s room. The faster he searched the place, the better, because he didn’t want to stay any longer in the house then need be.

  On his way up the stairs, he saw opened cups of soup that were either barely touched, or completely consumed. Some looked like they were only a couple of days old, giving Grey hope that he might find Rook.

  The upstairs wasn’t very big at all; it only had three rooms, one was his dad’s, one was a bathroom, and the last one was Rook’s old room. He walked past the bathroom and noticed a brown film in the sink that didn’t seem sanitary, so he quickly walked past it and cracked the door to Rook’s room. It was dark, due to the shades being closed, so Grey quickly walked over to the window and let the light pour in.

  When the room was lit up with sunlight, Grey was taken aback. Rook’s room was full of trash, used condoms, empty bags of white substance, and once again, more needles. The sight was sickening, to know that what used to be a child’s room was now scattered with such disease. Not wanting to run his hands over any trash, in case of an unfortunate needle prick, Grey grabbed a baseball bat and started poking around. There was no bed and no real furniture, just mounds and mounds of trash. It was absolutely appalling.

  Clearing the room, Grey was about to walk out, when he saw a small door in the corner. Wondering where it led, he cautiously opened it and found that it was a closet with a bunch of old flannel shirts hung in it, and more blankets and trash at the bottom. He poked the blanket, but didn’t see anything, so he was about to shut the door when the shine of a spoon on the floor caught his eye.

  He bent down to take a loo
k at it and noticed it was still wet; that was weird. Grey grabbed ahold of the flannels, took them off the rack, and tossed them to the side. When he looked back in the closet, he saw a small wooden board that was propped up between the walls, hiding something, so Grey moved the blankets with the bat and then grabbed ahold of the wood. He tossed it to the side, and when he turned to look at what was behind it, he startled from the sight of Rook curled up in a ball on the floor, gripping onto another baseball bat and rocking back and forth.

  “Holy fuck,” Grey muttered, as he leaned down and tried to cautiously approach his friend. “Rook, it’s me, it’s Grey.”

  Grey gently placed his hand on Rook’s back, which was a bad move, because he quickly shot up and started swinging his bat, screaming.

  “Don’t touch me, don’t fucking touch me. I swear I didn’t steal your drugs, I didn’t.”

  Tears fell down Rook’s face as he looked delusional and skinnier than Grey remembered. Grey scrambled out of the way and held up his hands as Rook continued to swing.

  “Just leave me alone.”

  “Rook,” Grey said in a calming voice. “It’s Grey Cross, your best friend. Put down the bat, buddy. Your dad died, remember? He’s not here; he can’t hurt you.”

  Realization flashed over Rook’s eyes as clarity hit him. The bat fell from his grasp and his hands flew to his face as he eased down the wall and sat back down on the floor. Quiet sobs came from Rook, and just from the sight of him, Grey’s heart lurched in his chest. He couldn’t imagine the emotional turmoil he was going through.

  He lost the one and only thing that mattered to him because he was trying to save her, and now he had to live with his choices…and his choices were slowly killing him.

  Still cautious, Grey knelt down and placed his hand on Rook’s knee. “Hey, buddy, I want to get you out of here. It’s not healthy, not just because the place is a disaster, but it’s not mentally healthy.”

  “I have nowhere to go, nothing to live for,” he said, as he hung his head. His voice was scratchy as he spoke, as if he hadn’t spoken in days, maybe even months.