If I didn’t need the money so badly, I would give them all the finger and go back to indie films. But let’s face it, there are major perks to being on a hit TV show, and The Kings is one bad-ass series. I gotta admit I like raking in the big bucks every week, and the star treatment, the separate trailer, the personal assistant, and all the swag.
If I’m being honest, low budget movies are ghetto in every way, and besides, the food fucking sucks.
I’m no prima donna, I just like the creature comforts I have right now. I think I've earned them, and everyone deserves a few pleasures in their life. Right?
There are some actors who think it’s annoying to be constantly hounded by groupies, the paparazzi, and anyone else looking to get into their personal lives.
But, fuck it. My mother always said, you gotta take the good with the bad. So, if the bad means going through gyrations with the public in order to enjoy some luxuries, then, I’m all in. Because continually looking for my next gig is not what I consider a good time.
So, this Kayla person needs to come through. Big time.
She wants to race me for the answers, fine. I’ll play along with her game. But it’s working my last nerve, because I’m forcing myself to be nice, and nice isn’t usually how I play.
I just want to know – Is my character dead? Or am I staying on the show?
I slow my pace so I can run next to her. I want her to know I’m pissed that I have to tackle this dumb-ass trail just to find out what she has in mind for me.
I turn to say something, but I hold myself back from releasing the shit storm inside of me. Not the reaction I expected from myself.
She gives me a sideways glance and suddenly I don’t feel angry.
Hmm…what am I feeling for this woman who has the power to delete me from the script with one keystroke?
Damn.
Seeing her here in the great outdoors with her cute little running shorts, and I do mean little, as in petite, as in barely there, makes me want to see more of her.
Scott, get fucking straight. You’re here for one reason only, to discover your fate.
I hate when I talk to myself. This woman is somehow getting to me. Not what I want to happen. Not at all. I’m a tough guy. Not a pussy.
“Tougher than you thought,” Kayla teases.
It takes me a minute to understand she's talking about the trail.
“Ha,” I force a laugh. “Ain’t nothin’ tough about it. Just enjoying the view.”
I’m running, but I’m not trying to beat her. I just let her set the pace and continue to take glances in her direction. Damn, she’s pulling me in.
Stealing glances at her face, I can see that without any make up, this woman’s skin looks awfully touchable. And her naturally pink lips are just begging to be kissed.
I know Kayla’s not gonna tell me what I want to know until we're done playing this little cat- and-mouse game. Okay, fine. As long as I have to play by her rules, who says I can’t have fun? Time to shift gears, let her get ahead of me. I might as well enjoy the view while I’m out here working up a sweat.
I slow it way down, and rub at my side. I make her think I’ve got a pain and let her pass me. What the fuck – I’ll pull out a sprint in the last eighth of a mile and get what I came for. In the meantime, I’m going to get a look at her from behind.
I admire beautiful women, and I’d have to be crazy not to see that Kayla is one piece of deliciousness wrapped up in a neat package. Her tight buns, long lean legs, and slim waistline are much better scenery than these rolling hills. So, yeah, it’s time for her to take the lead. I want to just watch for a bit.
“Better look out, you’re going to fall behind,” she says in a breathy voice as she passes.
“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I say under my breath.
I hold back and I smile, because I’m finally relaxing.
But Kayla keeps turning to see how far ahead she’s getting, and I’m careful to keep the distance just enough to look and her hips in motion, but not too much that I can’t take her in the end.
As we move along the trail, I know there’s no way to go any slower without her knowing I’m copping a look. I gotta make this look natural, so I bend down to re-tie my shoelaces.
“Hey, you okay?” Kayla asks, turning and jogging in place.
I keep tying, and look up. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead, I’ll catch up.”
Kayla doesn’t stop running in place. A slow smile spreads across her face and I’m captivated by that mouth of hers. Kissable. Supremely kissable.
“Like hell you will,” she says.
“Huh?” I seem to have missed a beat in the conversation. It’s those damn lips.
“Catch up with me,” she says laughing, and then takes off up the trail.
I get up and follow in hot (and I do mean hot) pursuit.
We're getting close to the finish line now and I want some answers, so I have to ignore that bulge pressing against my jock strap and put some steel in my stride.
After a few more seconds I pass her and give her a wide grin. As I round a bend in the trail, I can almost see the finish.
“I hope you’re ready to spill the beans,” I call over my shoulder.
“Ha! You’ve won nothing yet,” she yells back.
Then without realizing, I see Kayla pass me on the inside of the turn. I literally do a double take, because I didn’t think she had it in her. But clearly, she’s digging deep for that last kick.
As if running ahead of me isn’t enough, she turns completely around, taunting me.
“You got lead in your shoes, pretty boy.”
“Seriously, that's the best line you can come up with?” I’m panting a bit, but I keep smiling.
She’s running backwards and she keeps smiling.
“Come on, pretty boy, show me what you got,” she says in her best taunting voice.
I’m about ready to surprise the shit out of her, ‘cause I still have plenty of juice left, and I’m not about to save one ounce. I’m going to pass her so hard and so fast, she’s gonna scream.
“Oh, shit!” Kayla cries, flying backwards. I can see she's tripped on a tree root and she's now airborne.
She lands flat on her ass and the look on her face is one of total agony.
Kayla
I cannot believe my own stupidity. As soon as I look forward again I know I’m going to fall. The tree root seems to have come out of nowhere.
In slow motion I trip, my arms flail trying to stop the inevitable, all to no avail.
The ground seems to be coming toward me at incredible speed. Reality is I am falling face forward onto the gravel path. Before impact I close my eyes. This is going to hurt.
Sprawled on the path I lie there. What would the chances be of the earth opening up underneath me to swallow me up so I can disappear forever? Very slim, I know. Non-existent actually, my brain reminds me and I do a mental head to toe check on possible injuries.
Nothing broken from what I can gauge.
“You ok?”
I wish the ground would swallow me up and spit me out on the other side of the earth.
“Fine,” I mumble and get on to my hands and knees. I’m not fine, not really. Everything hurts and I can see blood from grazes on my knees, elbows and palms of my hands.
Tears threaten but I bite them back. I’m not going to cry.
“Here let me help you up.”
I feel Scott’s strong grip pull me onto my feet.
As soon as I put weight on my right foot, pain shoots through it.
“Ouch,” I wince and shift awkwardly onto my other foot.
“What’s the matter?” Scott peers at me.
“Ankle,” I say and point to my right foot. Ouch. My right ankle’s throbbing. The grazes hurt, and my pride, well it had been trampled on by a heard of elephants.
“Here,” Scott put his left arm around me to support my weight. “Let’s get you over onto that log so we can take a look at your ankle.”
The minute my body touches his, all my pain evaporates and is replaced with desire. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his muscles.
With incredible tenderness, he lowers me onto a fallen tree. Then he gently undoes the laces of my shoe.
“Is this ok?”
I nod. His touch is pushing all my sex buttons. If we weren’t out in the open I don’t know what I would do. Maybe rip the little clothing he was wearing off his body and explore it with mouth and hands.
Once my shoe is removed, Scott works on my sock. Instead of ripping it off, or rolling it down, he takes his time gently pushing it downward inch by inch. Every few seconds he looks at me for any sign of discomfort.
My insides are turning into jelly and my brain is threatening to go on strike. Touch me, I want to whisper but I don’t. Please, please, pretty please touch me. But I stay strong.
Once my foot is bare, Scott holds it in his hands. His fingers press gently on different parts, asking if it hurts.
Each time I shake my head. Agony, this is sheer agony, with my body screaming for more. My pussy is so wet I could just take him here and now.
Suddenly, Scott’s thumb finds the injured spot. I flinch as his fingers gently prod the area.
“I think it’s a sprain.” Scott keeps holding my foot.
I nod. My mouth is parched and I’m afraid my voice will betray me.
I feel Scott’s eyes look right into my soul.
I myself am looking inward. How can this be happening to me? A few days ago I was bewitched by Brad and had the best sex of my life, and here I am practically begging another man to take me and fuck me.
“I’ll help you back to the car.” Scott’s voice penetrates my foggy brain.
If I could I would put some distance between us so I can think better. His presence is unnerving and I cannot think clearly.
As slowly as the shoe and sock came off, Scott puts them back on.
I try and stand but I’m a little unsteady on my feet. I waver and Scott holds onto me.
Please don’t let me go, I whimper silently. Scott, who seems to have turned into a mind reader, keeps his arms around my waist.
“I think I better carry you,” he says and before I can protest I’m in his arms.
Fire rips through me. I feel the hardness of his muscles. He really is the proverbial muscle pack. There are muscles I didn’t even know men had.
“You work out then?” I say and look at his profile.
No effort seems to be expended in him carrying me. It is as if I’m light as a feather. I wish I were. I know I’m slim, but like every other woman in LA I wish I could lose a few of those pesky pounds on my thighs and hips. And if anyone ever talks about childbearing hips again I swear I’ll scream.
Scott glances at me.
“Not as much as I’d like to.” Lust flares up in his eyes.
Butterflies caress my skin. I put my arms around his neck.
“Comfortable?” A pause. “There are different positions we could try, you know?”
I raise my eyebrow in mock surprise.
“I hadn’t thought of different positions.” I smile innocently at him. “What do you suggest?”
Vivid pictures flash through my mind.
Scott fixes me with his intense eyes.
“Well lets see,” there’s a little furrow in his brow and a sparkle in his eyes I have not noticed before. “You could start traditional and move onto the more unusual.”
As he speaks his fingers are caressing my back, drawing little circles on it.
“Tell me more,” I whisper and feel a tingling between my legs.
“I’ve heard of the Tominagi.”
I chuckle. “Is it painful?”
Scott shrugs. “We’d have to give it a go.”
My desire intensifies.
“And?”
My eyes hang on each and every one of his words.
“Doggy lift, fireman pole and one of my favorite, Swiss ball blitz.”
I take my gaze off his face and look around. Unfortunately I realize we are at the most exposed part of the Canyon trail. There’s not even a tree or high grass in sight.
“And you are experienced in all of those?” I continue our banter.
“Well, in some I’m experienced, in others I would I like to get more…” he pauses, “experience. You know with this sort of stuff you can never have too much experience.”
I feel one of his hands move toward my backside. He’s managing to hold me in such a way tha his hand is now on my bare skin.
My grip around his neck tightens. I want to take some of my weight off his arms so he can continue his search for more personal parts of my body.
“And during all this getting experience,” I continue, “have you worked out which is your favorite or are you still working on it?”
He throws his head back and laughs.
“I might need to go over some of them again to make sure which one I would rank as number one. I just need a willing subject.”
By now his fingers are sliding along my ass. If only he could get to my pussy from there. I shift in his arms.
“Painful?”
I shake my head.
“We could try a different position?”
Our eyes meet and our gazes lock. Slowly he lowers me to the ground before picking me up again. This time I wrap both my legs around his waist. My arms go back around his neck.
“Better?” he murmurs into my ear.
Action is still rather limited this way, but my pussy now feels his erect dick. I know he’s as turned on and ready for action as I am.
To my relief I can see the car park not too far into the distance. Mental calculations confirm we can be back at my apartment ready to rip each other’s clothes off in less than twenty minutes.
I’m breathing hard and this time not from physical exertion.
Scott’s chest rises and falls against my breasts. I can feel his muscles and heart beat through the flimsy material that separates our skin. He too is breathing a little faster.
Finally at the car he slowly lowers me to the ground. My back is against the driver’s door.
The instant my feet touch the ground, Scott’s mouth is on top of mine and his tongue is demanding access into my mouth.
I groan and dig my fingernails into his neck. His hands are pushing under my top and are squeezing my nipples.
Tempted as I am to rip his shorts off I am aware of other parked cars and the possibility of strangers coming upon us having sex.
Briefly I let my hands move down into his shorts, just to feel his cock. It’s hard, its long and it’s ready for me.
“Let’s go to my place.” I invite him, and he doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Scott
She’s about to get inside her car when I grab her by the wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Going home,” she whispers, looking at me with wide eyes.
“No way,” I tell her, reaching for her car keys and taking them out from her hands. “You’re not driving like that. Your ankle’s all swollen. We’ll take my car.”
I don’t even let her argue the point. I just pick her up from the floor and carry her toward my Aston, parked just a few dozen meters away from her Prius. As gently as I can, I place her on the driver’s seat and then I take my place behind the wheel.
“I’ll need directions,” I say, looking at her with a grin. Fuck, I can barely control myself. If it weren’t for the fact we’re surrounded by all these fucking tourists, I’d just fuck her right here.
“It’s easy,” she replies, and a few minutes later we’re cruising down the highway, my cock still fighting back against the fabric of my shorts. I don’t even remember the last time I was this hard.
The moment I park the Aston outside her apartment building, I get out of the car and just pick her up. I carry her inside the building and straight toward the elevator, my lips aching for hers with each step I take.
“Fuck, I can’
t wait,” I tell her as she fumbles with her keys. When the door to her apartment finally swings open, I almost tumble inside. Still, I regain my balance and softly place her down.
“I don’t want to wait,” she adds, throwing her arms over my shoulders and reeling me in. Our lips meet, and then I’m working on auto-pilot.
With one hand on her waist, I grab the hem of her crop top and then pull it over her head and throw it to the floor. After that, I just tug on her shorts, sending them down her legs. The fabric pools at her feet and she kicks it to a faraway corner. She might feel exposed right now in her bra and her tiny thong, but judging by the look on her face, she’s liking it. And so am I.
I take a step back and allow my eyes to roam over her half-naked body. She looks fucking hot in nothing but shorts and a tank top, but this…fuck, this is something else. Where has this woman been all my life?
“Now this is a pretty sight,” I tease her, my eyes wandering up and down her body. My gaze lingers on her thong, and then it does the same on her breasts.
Feeling my heart kick against my chest, I grab her by the arms and push her toward the couch in the middle of her living room. I lay her down on it and I lean into her.
My lips reach for her mouth while my hand anxiously slides down her body. My other hand slowly goes to her back, finds the clasp of her bra and frees it; instead of allowing the cups to droop over her breasts, though, she places her hands over them.
Allowing the tension to build, she pushes the straps of her bra down her shoulders, and only then she does allow the cups to start drooping. My eyes widen as her right nipple comes into sight, rosy and hard, and I just want to get a taste of it.
I reach for her breasts then. She trembles slightly as she feels the palm of my hands pressing down on her hard nipples, and then I turn my fingers into claws and squeeze her breasts eagerly. She gasps as I do it, her breasts burning with pleasure.
Then I run my lips from her mouth, to her neck, and finally then on her nipple. I wrap my lips around her hard tip and, taking it into my mouth, I start sucking on it. My tongue gently circles her right nipple while I suck on it and my other hand squeezes her left breast. She closes her eyes, a pleasant warmth under her skin.
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