“Sounds good,” he replied in a low voice.
I joined William in the kitchen and kissed him. The risk of getting caught was too exciting. I wanted him to take me right here in the kitchen but Kevin would come in soon enough looking for food.
We'd have to wait until tomorrow.
I took him to the front door and he gave me a longing look. I kissed his lips once more and pushed him out.
This wasn't the end but just the beginning.
Chapter Eight
I rolled over in William's bed and rested my head on his hard chest. His breathing lifted me up and down. “You're place is so much better than mine,” I said.
“Why? Because we can't get caught?”
“Also because I can be as loud as I want.” I got up and straddled his waist. My pussy was against the sheets but pressed against his flaccid cock. “Oh William fuck me!” I pretended. “Fuck me with that cock that's so much better than my husband's!” I felt up my tits and ran my fingers through my hair.
William's soft rod turned hard beneath me. He put his hands on my hips and make me rock them back and forth against him. The fabric of the sheets felt good on both of us.
“Are you ready for me again?” I asked.
“You better scream my name when you ride my cock.”
I giggled and nodded.
The End
Story Twelve
Copyright 2018
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Description
I didn't think he could be that big...
Emma's acting career is going nowhere. Her relationships have all ended in disaster
That is until she meets Liam. He's the answer to all her problems. And the surprise waiting in his pants is just the icing on the cake.
Author's Note: This insta-love story brings plenty of heat. Wear oven mitts when handling.
Chapter One
“Cut! Cut!” the director yelled from his chair. “That was all wrong, Emma.”
I broke away from Tom. “What do you want me to do?”
The director sighed and scratched his head. “This kiss is the climax of the movie. Literally. If you're not into it, the audience isn't into it.”
I was only wearing a black thong and black bra. I'd never been so half-naked in front of so many people. I could feel their lusty eyes drinking in my body.
“Are you into this?” the director asked Tom.
Tom looked from my big tits and up to my eyes. “Very into it.”
I rolled my eyes. “”Let's just get this over with.” I took Tom's arms and put them around my waist, stepping close to him.
The director retreated to his chair. The assistant yelled, “Quiet on the set!”
I waited nervously for him to yell action. My breasts heaved in and out. I could feel Tom's hard boner through his pants pinned to my bare leg. He was supposed to tape that shit down. Maybe he did but his cock broke through the tape. Maybe he couldn't help it.
“Action,” the director said.
“Johnny, I've been waiting for this moment for so long.” I recited my lines just as I had before.
Tom looked into my eyes. “No more talking, Jezebel.” He kissed me hard, his hands, running down my back and cupping my ass cheeks. His tongue shot into my mouth and it took all my willpower to keep from gagging.
“Cut!” the director groaned. “I think we're just going to have to work with what we got. We don't have the time to spend on this shot. That's it for today, folks. See you tomorrow.”
Tom smiled at me and kept his hands on my ass. “Want to get lunch, Emma?”
I peeled his claws off me. “No thanks, Tom.”
An assistant came over with a white robe and draped it over my body. I finally felt comfortable again once I was covered up. I walked into my dressing room that was about the size of a broom closet and got dressed.
I picked up my paycheck on the way out of the building.
Another day another dollar.
I thought this was going to be my big break. A soap opera was a steady gig and there were plenty of actresses that went onto real television and movies after short stints.
My short stint had turned into a way too long stint. Three months at this and my agent only found the worst auditions for me to go to. The ones where I had no chance.
Soap operas weren't my dream when I moved to Los Angeles four years ago. I was twenty-three with no college degree and only a couple credits to my name. I didn't see anything changing in the next year.
“I'm home,” I said, closing the door to my apartment behind me. My place was in a run-down building that was overseen by an evil landlord. The ceiling was full of water stains from previous leaks. Every type of bug inhabited this place. I felt like I was renting it from cockroaches more than the landlord.
Kaylee came out of the bathroom, a towel covering her hair and another covering her body. “How was work today?”
I opened the fridge and took out a beer. “You want one?” I asked.
“I'm good. I'll be drinking enough at the party tonight.”
Kaylee was another aspiring actress like me. She had done some successful commercials that made her some decent money and now she was just working as an extra, filling in the background scenes.
I slumped into the couch and snapped the beer open. “I had to do a kiss with Tom today.”
Kaylee sat on the arm of the couch and dried her long red hair with the towel. “Gross. Was it as bad as I'm imagining it.”
“It was absolutely terrible. They had me only in a bra and thong. He put his hands all over me. Places that the camera couldn't even see. And the kiss. I never wanted to puke in someone's mouth before today.”
“Those pigs. You should just quit the show, Emma. You can do so much better.”
“I need the money though. I don't have another gig. At least the soap opera is acting. It might not be what I dreamed of but it's better than nothing.”
“How about you come to the party tonight?”
“I don't know, Kaylee. Sitting on the couch all night, watching reruns of The Bachelor, and drinking beer sounded really good to me.”
“Emma, your bachelor might be out there waiting for you. He might just be at the party tonight.”
“Very unlikely. I've met some of the men you meet at these parties. I think I'll pass.”
Kaylee shook her head. “This isn't the same type of party. This is an invite-only actual Hollywood party. There's going to be a lot of big names there.”
“Like who?” I asked.
Kaylee shrugged. “Don't know. But I do know that this could be good for both of us. You never know what might happen.”
I weighed the two options in my head. The Bachelor and beer wouldn't even give me a chance at furthering my career. At least the party gave me a shot no matter how insignificant.
“Better help me get ready then,” I said.
Chapter Two
The uber driver drove us high up into the Hollywood hills. I tried to fix my dress and pull it lower to cover my legs. I had spent most of the day in my underwear and I didn't feel like showing so much skin again.
Kaylee had convinced me that her little black dress would be perfect for me. The only problem were my curves were a little bigger than Kaylee. The fabric hugged my hips and chest.
“Would you stop fidgeting with your dress,” Kaylee said. “You look hot. Guys aren't going to keep their eyes off you.”
“That's what I'm afraid of.” The uber driver had already checked me out in the rear-view mirror more times than I liked. “How did you even get an invite to this party?”
“Remember Henry from a couple nights ago?” Kaylee asked.
“That one-night stand? Male model with no brain?”
“That's the one. H
e had wanted me to go with him as his plus one. He accidentally left the invitation on my nightstand.”
I nodded my head slowly. “I see. Henry was no good and you couldn't find a real date to the party.”
Kaylee gripped my hand. “You were always my first pick. I didn't want to bring a guy. A party like this is where you find a man to settle down with.”
“You're living in a fantasy world, Kaylee. But I'll go along with you because your fantasy is better than my reality.”
We were dropped off at a gigantic white mansion with expensive cars parked outside. The amount of money that all those cars were worth had to be in the millions.
Kaylee's eyes lit up and pointed at the cars. “See what I'm talking about. You don't find these at just any party.”
A man that looked like a butler stood at the open door. I could hear the bass thumping from deeper into the house. I peeked inside while Kaylee handed the invitation to the butler. There were tons of people all dressed up and looking important.
I realized that I hadn't been to a real Hollywood party before with a formal dress code. I hadn't even thought about sneaking into one before. The entry way of the mansion was bigger than our apartment and a grand staircase reminded me of Gone with the Wind.
“What do we do now?” I whispered to Kaylee.
“Open bar,” she said, raising both eyebrows at me.
There were so many people and they were all spread out throughout the mansion. There wasn't a main gathering point. We squeezed through crowds of people and followed the music until we made our way into the backyard.
There was a long pool surrounded by green grass. The lights of the city twinkled off in the distance. The DJ was set up in one corner with tall speakers to each side. The open bar was on the opposite side with two bartenders taking orders.
“What do you want?” Kaylee asked. “My treat.”
I laughed at her. “A Tequila Sunrise sounds really good right now.”
“Good choice. I'll be right back.”
I stood at the edge of the pool, looking out at the view. I could get used to a view like this every day.
“Nice view,” a male voice said next to me.
I looked to my left and my heart immediately throbbed. He was so good looking that I thought he must be a famous actor. He wore a slim black suit with a black tie. His dark hair was cut short and a five o' clock shadow completed the perfect package.
But I didn't recognize his face and I knew every famous actor in Hollywood thanks to my healthy obsession with tabloid magazines. He could be a director and that meant I needed to be on my best behavior.
“It's breathtaking,” I said, still staring straight ahead.
“I don't think I've ever seen you at one of these parties before,” he said.
I turned to him. “It's my first time, actually.”
“A first-timer. What do you think so far?”
I looked around at all the people. “It's a nice party. I don't know if I really fit in with all these socialite types.”
The man looked me up and down, his eyes quickly passing over my cleavage. “I'd say you fit in better than most of the guests here. Would you like a drink?”
“My friend...” I looked over at the bar and Kaylee wasn't anywhere near it. “I guess my friend has disappeared. I'd love a drink. Tequila sunrise, please.”
I followed the man to the bar and he ordered my drink and a whiskey and coke for himself. He passed me the finished drink and I took a sip. The liquor instantly relaxed me. He watched me intently as he drank from his own glass.
I looked up at the mansion and admired the architecture. “Can you imagine what it would be like to live in that?”
The man smiled. “I don't have to imagine. I own the place.”
I spit the tequila sunrise out of my mouth and sprayed it all over the man's chest.
What the fuck!
Chapter Three
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” I grabbed some napkins on the counter and tried to dab his chest. I was taken aback at how hard his pecs were.
The man laughed, pushing my hands away. “It's quite all right. Don't worry about it.”
“It should come out with some water. Can you take me to the bathroom?”
The dashing man took my hand firmly and led me through the crowd. I couldn't believe this guy owned the mansion. I tried to think over our conversation and make sure I didn't say anything stupid. I thought I was okay.
I was taken into a room in a deserted wing of the mansion. It was nice to get away from the loud music. The man had brought me into what looked like a guest room. There was a king-sized bed with extravagant sheets and big fluffy pillows. Giant canvases of art covered the walls.
The man closed the door behind us and took off his suit jacket. He laid it on the bed and began to unbutton his white shirt. I saw the top part of his chest before immediately turning around to avert my eyes.
“What's your name?” the man asked.
I tapped my foot on the ground, waiting for him to finish changing. I couldn't believe he was trying to play this game with me of bringing me into a secluded bedroom and undressing in front of me.
It wouldn't work on me...would it?
“I'm Emma,” I said, facing the wall.
“I'm Liam, nice to meet you.”
I could hear him take a step forward and I spun around to take his hand thinking he was dressed now. I couldn't be more wrong. Liam stood there without a shirt on still. His hand was outstretched for me to take.
“Nice to meet you,” I replied, shaking his hand. The man's body was chiseled to perfection, cut from stone by the world's best sculptor. The blood in my veins warmed up at the sight of him. Liam was just as breathtaking as the view of the city.
“Here's my shirt, the bathroom is right there.” Liam pointed to the door on the right wall.
I took the shirt and into the bathroom filled with marble. I put the shirt into the sink and ran water over it. I used a towel to dab at it and rub the stain out.
“You know I could have my maid clean that,” Liam said from the bedroom.
I peeked my head out and got one last glimpse of his glorious chest before he buttoned up a new white shirt. “You have a maid?” I asked, stopping everything.
“You think I can clean this entire house just by myself? It takes a whole team to keep this place spotless. Especially after a big party where alcohol is spilled everywhere.”
I left the shirt in the sink and washed my hands. I came out of the bathroom and Liam was putting his suit jacket back on. “Well I'll leave it for your maid then. I got most of the stain out but I have a feeling that you wouldn't miss that shirt.”
“Of course I'd miss it. It's the shirt that Emma first spit tequila all over me.”
He was already creating memories with me and we'd only met just an hour ago. What was happening?
I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Then you better get your maid on it right away.”
“What do you do?” he asked, straightening his jacket before a full-length mirror.
“You're asking me what I do after you confess that you're insanely rich. What I do isn't important. What the hell do you do?”
Liam looked down at the ground. “My father owned a oil business and it went to me when he passed away.”
“I'm sorry to hear that,” I said. I could see the hurt in his face. I regretted even asking the question.
“Now that I've shown you my cards, will you show me mine.”
“I'm the struggling actress. The perfect cliché for Hollywood.”
“Have I seen you in anything?”
“Not if you watch daytime soaps and have seen Port Hawthorne.”
Liam shook his head. “I can't say that I have but I bet your amazing in it.”
I chuckled. “You've never seen a soap opera before.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Why do you throw these huge parties anyways.”
Liam examined a curious baub
le on the nightstand. He acted like he'd never seen it before.“I do it for my foundation. The invitation costs a pretty penny and it all goes to charity.”
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