by Fifi Flowers
“Hey you, I think you need some food,” my beautiful Sofie whispered in my ear then followed up with a bite to my earlobe.
“I am hungry for you,” I said taking her into my arms.
Her tongue licked up the side of my neck. “You taste pretty good.” She sunk her teeth in.
“Oh God,” I groaned, feeling the front of my pants tighten. “Be careful. I have no problem spreading you out on the buffet table and feasting.”
“Mmmm… you do like to take me in public.” She flashed me a sexy smile. “Did those very voluptuous women get you turned on?” God, my woman knew how to torture me, skimming her hand over my raging erection.
“They are not my flavor, but I was shocked that they knew about the possible role I may take.” I steered Sofie out the open floor-to-ceiling glass doors to the backyard.
“You know this industry. Word travels fast. You are perfect for the character. You should do it. You will be every woman’s flavor of choice.” She grinned, licking her lips. “I find you delicious.”
“Speaking of flavor… delicious…” I picked up the pace. She was killing me. Around the corner of the house, making our way to the edge of the property, we could see the LA skyline lit up in the distance. It always reminded me of the Emerald City, the way the buildings were clustered. Out of full view, from our fellow party goers, I pushed her up against a glass barrier, lifted her dress to her waist, and nuzzled her mound with my eager mouth. I wanted to strip her of her evil dress. I had to taste her. I could smell her arousal. It was driving me crazy.
Her fingers grasped my hair, she pushed into my lips, moaning, “Mmmm… I need more.” I knew her well enough to know what she wanted. Slipping two fingers inside her slickness, I rubbed her velvety front wall, igniting a riot within her body.
Once the quaking subsided, I stood up and turned her around. “Hold on tight, Sofie. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” Unzipping my pants, leaning over her body, tipping her head to the side, I captured her mouth with mine, and entered her swiftly to the hilt. Guttural sounds vibrated in our throats as we found our rhythm, climaxing one after the other. It wasn’t enough. “Please tell me we can leave,” I panted, reluctantly leaving her body.
“Yes…” she answered breathlessly as I adjusted her dress, which I would be deleting from her public wardrobe. I would do my best to keep others from mind fucking her… especially Blaine.
Chapter Seven
Sofie
After the Hollywood party, production moved full speed ahead, and we were off on location. Drake agreed to play the part due to a lot of prodding from David. The schedule was worked out to allow for his dual-roles. I don’t think he was very happy in front of the camera, but he was so good at it. Truly a natural. The camera loved him, while the cameraman appeared to have a completely opposite feel for him. I don’t know what was between them. Obviously, something from their student film days. I didn’t push. I didn’t ask. Blaine seemed to rub him wrong. Even the mere mention of his name. I decided that when the time was right, he would tell me… or not. I would not be rocking the boat. All he told me was, “Please try to avoid being alone with him.” I was fine with that. I had no desire to be alone with any man but mine.
Often, I kept feeling like I needed to pinch myself. I went to bed every night and woke up every morning with my beautiful, lavender-eyed man. I wasn’t sure if it was healthy or dangerous for my heart to beat so rapidly all the time. I loved having him in my home and out on location. If not for the hours that we actually worked, it was like being on vacation. Our filming days were action-packed with long hours, but as long as we collapsed together at night; all was right in the world. I had Drake next to me. I loved everything about him…
His skin… firm but soft.
His scent… manly… musky.
His taste… yummy.
God, I loved him. My list could go on and on.
“What did you say, Sofie? Something about yum?” I heard a husky voice coming from the chaise next to me in our rented villa.
“What?” Opening my eyes, I turned my face toward my serious looking man. What had I said? I was thinking about how I loved being with him. Did I actually say parts rather than think them? Was I talking to myself loudly?
“Do you love me?” Oh, God. How much did I verbalize? Could I back slide? I just stared at him, biting my lower lip. “Stop biting your lip, Sofie. That’s my lip to bite.” He smiled. I smiled back. Yes, I was safe. I could change the subject or, better yet, silence any further uncomfortable conversation. I moved on to his lounge chair. “I know what you’re doing. You are not going to get away with it.” I snuggled up to him, nibbling his neck, hiding my face. “You can try to hide, but I still want an answer.”
I breathed him in. “I’m not hiding.” Reaching up, I untied the strings of my top, letting the fabric fall away, exposing my pert nipples. I heard him groan. I was getting to him. I rubbed my lower anatomy up against the hard front of his shorts. I felt my bikini bottoms leave my body. Yes, I had escaped… or so I thought.
Flipping me on to my back, Drake’s mouth moved over my body. Taking each hard nub into his mouth, he paid fabulous attention to both of them before moving on. Wandering hands and lips caressed every inch of my torso, trailing down between my legs. Settled in, two strong hands cradled my backside while his tongue and teeth teased my slick folds. I panted as a building sensation spread throughout my body. Yes, just give me two fingers… inside… please, I thought when I felt him shift. Vibrations were what hit me first, then I realized they were accompanied by his words. He was talking. He wasn’t letting me get away with anything. “Do you love this?” I nodded. “I can’t hear you. Say you love it.”
I panted breathlessly as he continuously licked me, ever so slowly. Torturing me. “I love it, yes…” He graciously rewarded me with two fingers, I moaned. The fingers were too slow… too shallow… “more… more…” I begged in a whisper.
“More? You want more?”
I nodded.
“You love it?”
I nodded. The slight movement continued. He was killing me. He was holding out. I tried to move… on his face… on his fingers. I was dripping. “Oh so wet. I love it. You taste so good.” He sucked on my clit hard. I began panting, “Yes.”
“Yes? Yes, you love me, Sofie?”
“Yes…” I whispered as tears fell from my eyes. I did. I loved him. His hands left my body. I wanted to scream, “no,” but then his whole naked body fell over me.
“Look at me, Sofie,” he said wiping the moisture from my cheeks, while sliding inside of my body. Completely seated within me, I looked up into two darkened lavender eyes. Four words poured from his lips. Words I would remember and cherish forever. “I love you, Sofie.”
I returned three of the words back to him before he crushed my mouth with his as he began to move. Satisfied with my answer, he gave me what I wanted. Rolling his hips, plunging hard… fast… building the friction, heating our loins… he took us to the point of no return… pure ecstasy like I had never known. Not even with him. Was it the words? Was it expressing our love? Whatever it was, I wanted more and more of it. I could never live without it.
The month on location was eventful. I cherished our quiet moments alone in the villa. It was divine! I never tired of the love exchange; verbally and physically. If we could’ve avoided everyone at the end of the day, I’d say we were living in paradise. Unfortunately, the island where we were shooting was rather small, giving us limited options for lodging. Our cast and crew took over an entire resort. The chances of seeing one another were high, unless you were to stay in your room day and night. While we did spend a lot of our time privately—dining, drinking, and even dancing were fun resort amenities to take advantage of—here and there. Some people enjoyed what was offered more than others.
Leaving the calm, serenity of our villa one afternoon, we went for a refreshing dip in the resort’s lagoon-style pool, featuring three swim-up bars. We were both th
irsting for a tropical libation complete with a skewered-fruit umbrella. While Drake got us set up with a private, shaded cabana, I went to dangle my hot-pink painted tootsies in the sparkling, blue water. The party scene was in full motion; singles and not-so-single people, partaking in locale hook-ups. Typical for this crowd.
Surrounded by bathing beauties, spilling their goodies for all to see, a loud Blaine was chatting away, copping some feels. Wanting to avoid him, I started for another area of the vast pool. “Where are you going, babe? Come join us. The more the merrier.”
“Waiting for Drake. Thanks, anyway.” I was on the move.
He moved quicker than I did, splashing me with a good amount of water, “Get in!”
Startled, I nearly fell in, but two strong hands captured me. Familiar with that certain touch, I turned, smiling into lavender eyes. Saved again by my man… in more ways than one. “Let’s get wet,” he said scooping me up in his muscular arms, before jumping into the cool water.
Surfacing, Drake drew me into to him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I accepted his lips on my mine for a brief kiss. Feeling him hard against me, I moaned, wanting to wrap my legs around his waist. “Later… cocktail time,” he grinned, pulling me toward one of the bars.
Lifting me up on one of the stools, he stood next to me, ordering our drinks. Yum; two piña coladas arrived in tall glasses with big hunks of pineapples attached, sporting cute paper umbrellas. Clinking glasses, about to take our first sips, Blaine the pain invaded us with his entourage. “Hey, man, put those drinks on my tab,” he slurred loudly to the bartender. “They’re partying with us.” Then his arm was around Drake. He was right in his face. “Free drinks for my old buddy.” Not wanting to encourage nor offend, we accepted our complimentary beverages.
Listening to a drunk man, bragging while pawing every female creature, was not my choice of entertainment. We attempted to converse quietly with one another to tune out our drink host. Unfortunately, he felt the need to invade our space, nudging Drake, trying to get him to contribute to his old film day stories. My man stayed calm, smiling, nodding, but not falling into Blaine’s act-of-one. Once we drained our tropical treats, we ordered another one discretely then waded away with a wave to the remaining bar dwellers.
Exploring the watery surroundings, we found an intimate cove. Setting our drinks on the deck, Drake pushed me against the side of the pool. I latched onto his lower lip with my teeth, nibbling, and licking. The rum had gone straight to my head, my inhibitions vanished as I playfully hiked one leg up around his waist. Rocking my throbbing core into his hard length, I moaned against his lush mouth. Drake groaned, “Going to make you come.” Standing still, he lifted me, giving me better access. Unabashedly, I moved and moved, building to a pending, much needed orgasm. Drake’s mouth captured mine more aggressively, stilling screams that were sure to erupt. Right on the edge, one wave after another began to ripple inside of me when icy cold water suddenly blanketed us. “No fucking in the pool!” boomed above us. Jumping apart, we looked up to a smirking Blaine who tossed the ice bucket into the water. Then we watched him saunter off, laughing with three women hanging on him, in the direction of hotel rooms.
“Motherfucker!” Drake exclaimed. Tension plagued his face and body.
“Ignore him. He’s not worth wasting your time and energy on. I have a better way for you to take out your frustrations. Take me back to the villa. Finish what you started.” I leaned forward, up on my toes, bit his lower lip then followed it with a swipe of my tongue.
“Love to,” he said climbing out of the pool, stalking toward our unused cabana. “I’ll get our things. Be right back.” By the time he returned, I was standing, waiting for him with a naughty grin on my face. Tossing me over his shoulder, he carried me to ecstasy. “You may not be able to walk for the rest of our stay. I’m keeping you naked and away from everyone.” I was all for it. Grabbing his ass, he moved a little quicker.
For the rest of our downtime, Drake and I, as he promised, stuck to our secluded villa, along with the beach in front of it. However, for our last night on the island, David insisted on throwing a party in the resort’s nightclub. We arrived late, after dining on the most incredible variety of shellfish . . . my favorite. Walking in, our eyes and ears had to adjust. The music was booming. It was dark. It was loud with chatter. It was packed. It was proving to be another drunken fest for Blaine. My whole body stiffened, I had had enough of his antics at the resort and on the set. I just wanted to turn around, to escape. “We won’t stay long,” I heard in my ear as Drake guided me into the mix. “Let’s find David. Make our presence known. Dance a bit. Then take off.” I nodded, letting him pull me through the crowd.
Sitting at the bar, we ordered a couple drinks since we didn’t see David. I wondered if he set up the event for everyone to enjoy, but opted out for solitude. I knew he was overly tired when we met earlier in the day. Thankfully, Drake assured me if he didn’t show within the next two hours, we would leave. Chatting away with our bartender and a couple crew members, the undesirable Mr. Pain-in-the-ass made his way over to us.
“Hey there! Well, if it isn’t the public-fuckers.” He laughed. Drake curled his hand into a fist. I rubbed his stiffened arm.
“Hey asshole… or should I call you ice-man?” Drake’s voice was calm, though his body convened otherwise, as he put his arm around me. I could feel his tension.
Snickering, he pushed further. “Why don’t you give her a break? Let her dance with me. Or are you afraid she’ll see what a good dancer I am, and I’ll steal her away?”
Before Drake could respond, I spoke up. “I don’t want to dance with you, thank you for offering.” I was firm, but polite.
“Your loss, babe.” His voice was so cocky. I wanted to smack him. He was so fucking arrogant. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? He was gorgeous with his messing, just-been-fucked, long, dirty-blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a lean, sculpted body, but he was such a turn-off to me. Even if I wasn’t with Drake, he would never appeal to me. Besides, I knew it wasn’t truly me that he was after, he was just trying to get to my man. Fortunately, he gave up for the time being, walking away from us into a flock of women hungry for him. Something told me that would not be our last confrontation with Blaine-the-pain.
Chapter Eight
Drake
Back home, I thought we would still be spending a lot of time together. I didn’t think our days of being side-by-side would start dwindling. But lately, we each had more obligations. I now had two roles: actor and crew member. This morning I had to be at one of the sets earlier than I liked to deal with issues; technical model manipulations. Reluctantly, I left Sofie’s warm body, took a shower, and got ready to leave. Placing a quickly kiss on her lovely lips, I said goodbye and walked out the door. Now, that we had to be at different locations, we often drove separately. I needed to go to several locations, and look at architectural elements before filming started. I could see that I would be spending far too much time away from my girl.
Early afternoon, I was overly happy to receive her text. Perfect timing, I had wrapped up my morning duties. I couldn’t wait to see her.
“Finished our meeting. I had such a hard time concentrating… have you had a hard time concentrating today?”
“Someone feeling naughty? A wet panties kind of day? Oh, wait, you never wear them.”
“I could use them today to stop the moisture from running down my legs.”
“Mmmm… I will gladly clean you up when I see you.”
“Hurry! Meet me in the trailer as soon as possible… I need you… badly!”
Thankfully, I had pulled over to text her. Especially, when she followed up her last text with pictures of her body… her naked body parts were plastered on my phone screen. Putting the phone down, I’m sure I broke a few laws, speeding to the studio lot. Once inside the gates, I parked in the first spot I could find, then sprinted to my girl.
Just as I was nearing the trailer, Blaine came walking o
ut with smirk on his face that I would gladly have smacked off his pretty-boy-face.
“She’s all yours now. Enjoy her while you can,” he said brushing up against me as if there wasn’t enough room for us to avoid each other. I heard him snicker as he strutted off. “Mark my word, Drake, you fucked with the wrong person. Enjoy your time in Northern California while I’m off with Sofie.”
God, he was such an asshole. I wondered what the fuck was he up to. I knew Sofie loved me, but he was not to be trusted. Was he still blaming me?
I met Blaine Keegan when I worked on Dave’s first student film project. He had dynamite camera skills. He and Dave worked magic. He took Dave’s vision and brought it to life. He was so focus on set, but off camera he was an arrogant ass. A big time player; jumped from one chick to the next, or sometimes juggle a few at the same time. Another flaw in his character was his substance abuse. He especially wasn’t great about handling his alcohol. Granted most people can’t handle it after a certain point. He was beyond obnoxious when he drank and I have to say, I preferred him stoned, if he was to indulge. At least, he was mellow and quiet when under the influence of drugs. Hanging out with him, I quickly realized that I needed to keep my facilities about me if I wanted to survive a night out with Blaine the insane as he was labeled on more than one occasion.
Another thing I learned about Blaine very quickly, was that he could not be trusted. He loved competition and above all else, he loved to win, which meant he was a sore loser. He didn’t care who he hurt, who got in the way, or how ethical or unethical his practice was to succeed. If by chance you did get in his way, watch out; he was not one to forgive. He was, however, one that was happy to get even. I learned this first hand as he thought I was to blame for one of his biggest losses.
I had been dating the daughter of a well-known Hollywood mogul. Little did I know, she was trying to capture Dave’s undivided-attention. I was part of her ploy to make him jealous. He had known her for years. Knew she was bad news, wanted nothing to do with her, and avoided her at all cost. When I caught wind of her motivates, I started backing off quietly. That was when Blaine started to move in. I didn’t care, it made the break easier. I saw what he was up to, I’d seen him in action often enough. He didn’t give a flying-fuck about her, but her father was a different story. He saw him as a gateway to the big time.