Unscripted Love: He couldn't let her go... (Hollywood Secrets Book 3)

by Kenzie Haven

  He let the head of his cock rest against my opening. I angled up, trying to get him started.

  “You’re very impatient this evening,” Cale teased, his voice dangerous.

  “And you’re going to be in big trouble if you don’t do something soon.”

  “Are you going to punish me?”

  I would make him pay for making me beg for it. “In so many ways… you can’t even imagine,” I promised.

  “Can’t wait.”

  He plunged into me, his generous cock finally sheathed inside me. He gripped my butt, pulling me closer until he was completely buried in me. I stretched to accommodate his girth as he started thrusting back and forth.

  Cale freed one hand to rub circles around my clit with his thumb. The sensation built quickly. The deep penetration, along with the flicking of my clit was sensory overload.

  My body arched at his touch as bursts of pleasure shot out in all directions from deep within my belly. My heat pulsated under his fingers as he expertly continued his rubbing.

  I called out his name as I came. My body shivered with the orgasm, tearing me apart like I was loose at the seams. Over and over again, my body racked with pleasure as I writhed on the table.

  Cale’s strong hands continued, one holding me against him while the other continued to tease my clit. I couldn’t stop moaning. The sensations were too overwhelming.

  Cale gripped me tighter, hanging on as he came too. Thrust over the edge, our bodies moved together with nothing but pure ecstasy. I had never taken him that deep before, and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last time. If Cale wanted to experiment with positions, I was firmly on the yes side of that argument.

  Cale slid out and leaned against the wall. I already missed the feeling of him. I let my head fall back onto the table and stared at the ceiling as I caught my breath. My blood was pounding so hard that I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

  “How did you even know to do that?” I asked, still not daring to look at him. If I did, I would probably launch myself at him and force him to do it again and again until we both had a heart attack.

  “The truth?

  “Yeah.”

  “I saw it in a movie.” I could tell he was grinning without having to see it.

  “Watch more movies.”

  He laughed, and I did too. The fact that I was completely naked on his dining table and sprawled out like an eagle wasn’t helping the situation. I was deliriously happy and couldn’t contain it.

  Cale helped me to sit up, and we rested against each other for a few moments until we recovered. “Sorry I made you miss your game.”

  He cradled my head and looked into my eyes. “You can make me miss my game whenever you like.”

  Chapter 6

  Cale

  * * * * *

  The public appearance was to promote the new season of our vampire TV show. Vince warned us to be on our best behavior. Which I’m sure was directed at me. He still didn’t believe that Ellie and I could keep our relationship a secret from the public.

  Maybe he was right. Every time I looked at her in the signing line, I pictured bending her over the table. I didn’t care if we did have an audience of a couple thousand. Somehow, that only made it sexier.

  We broke for lunch at noon and were whisked away to a back room. Our co-stars were there, all the players from our show. Surely, they wouldn’t miss two of us? We could just disappear for a little while, find someplace quiet…

  “Cale? Are you even listening to me?” Maggie, one of the minor cast members, was staring at me.

  “Of course, I am,” I lied. Naked Ellie was filling my head and my pants. I had a situation going on down south, and it wouldn’t be too easy to hide it for much longer. I either needed to think of something unsexy or do something about my growing cock.

  I decided on the latter. “Excuse me a moment, Mags.”

  I scanned the crowd. Ellie was laughing with some of the girls. Damn it—she even looked sexy when she laughed. My pants got a little tighter.

  Hurrying over, I grabbed her arm and addressed the others. “Can I borrow Ellie for a moment? Thanks.”

  I pulled her outside, and there was no one in the corridor, thankfully.

  “Cale, what’s—”

  I cut off her words with a hard kiss. She melted into me, succumbing to the same heat that I was. But this wasn’t the place for it, not for what I wanted to do to her.

  “Come with me,” I whispered. I kept my grip on her arm, making sure she didn’t get away from me. All logic and reason had left the building, leaving only my pure, intense lust.

  I started trying to open doors, desperate to find one unlocked. It was a convention center—they had to leave something unlocked? Even if it was the janitor’s closet, I didn’t care. All I wanted was Ellie and I in a room alone – naked.

  A couple of women passed us, averting their eyes when they recognized who we were. It didn’t slow me down. I continued my relentless search for a place where we could fuck.

  “Cale, we don’t have much time,” Ellie said. “We need to do more interviews this afternoon.”

  “I will have us back there soon. We just need to find somewhere private.”

  Finally, one of the doors opened. I pulled Ellie into what seemed to be a supply closet. Shelves of linen and toiletries were neatly stacked. It probably meant that we wouldn’t have much time in here without being discovered.

  “What are we doing in here?” Ellie asked, so innocently. She clearly had no idea of all the wicked thoughts running through my head.

  I answered by pressing her against the wall. A darkened window took up half the wall, the kind where you could look out but nobody could look in.

  I kissed her deeply, cutting off any conversation we were going to have. She opened her mouth, letting my tongue inside to possess her. She moaned gently, the sound making me want her even more.

  Leaving one hand to rest against the window behind her head, my other one snaked down to slide under her dress. She responded by hooking her foot around my leg. I had her now with no plans of letting her go.

  I squeezed her thigh as I moved up toward her heat. The thin material of her panties was the only thing stopping me from taking her right then and there.

  I tugged at them, sliding the material down as far as it would stretch.

  “We can’t do this here,” Ellie said, breaking away from my lips.

  “Nobody will know.”

  “We don’t have time.”

  I laid another kiss on her lips, traveling down to her neck. “We’ll be nice and quick.”

  We locked eyes for just a moment, long enough to convince her I wasn’t playing around. She unhooked her leg and stood there so I could completely remove her panties.

  Chapter 7

  Ellie

  * * * * *

  I shouldn’t have let Cale take me away from the lunch room. I knew we weren’t going to be having a quiet discussion about the weather. I knew better, and yet I did it anyway.

  Anyone could walk in on us in the closet. The cleaners were probably in and out all day long. I should stop this, but there was something irresistible about Cale Montgomery, and my brain completely went to mush around him.

  And now he had my panties in his pocket. There was only one thing I could do – unzip his pants. His body was pressed against mine, his hard cock begging to be released from its prison.

  My hands snaked through and undid the button and then the zip. His cock sprung out. I should have known he wouldn’t be wearing boxers.

  “Ellie, turn around,” Cale whispered. My brain was too fuzzy to do anything except whatever he asked me to.

  I turned around and faced the window. Our reflection beamed back at us. Outside, people hurried about in the street. They weren’t paying us any attention. I hoped that meant they couldn’t see in.

  I pressed my butt back into Cale, hearing him gasp from the impact.

  “You don’t play fair, Miss Huntly,” he
said with a laugh.

  “What? I’m just getting more comfortable,” I replied. He grabbed my hips with both hands, forcing me to stay still long enough for him to enter me from behind.

  Cale slid into my wet pussy. I was more than ready to take him. We both stared at our reflection, and the people outside as he started rhythmically pounding me.

  My logical brain told me that people couldn’t see us, but it felt like they could anyway. It added a whole new level of feeling naughty to our little forbidden jaunt.

  My stomach clenched with anticipation as my awareness grew. My clit throbbed with pleasure, sending me soaring toward a big, fat O.

  Cale let go of my hip long enough to reach around and start thumbing my clit –up and down, and then in circular motions. He caressed my sensitive skin, and my entire body was on fire, the sensations starting to overwhelm me.

  I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My orgasm tore through me, tingles shooting in all different directions as my head swam.

  I groaned Cale’s name, unable to keep it in. He sped up his pounding before gripping my hip as he came. His body pulsed inside and behind me, his cock twitching from the excitement. I had to grip the wall just to keep us both steady.

  And the people walking around outside, just feet away, had absolutely no idea.

  Cale slid out just as easily as he entered me. I turned around so I could lean against the window. All the breath had been knocked from my lungs while my head buzzed with what just happened.

  I held out my hand. “Panties, please.”

  Cale shook his head as he zipped himself up. “Uh-uh.”

  “Come on, Cale—we need to get back. I need my panties.”

  “Nope, I’m keeping them,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

  I reached into his pocket to try to retrieve them myself. His strong hand gripped my wrist and pried it away.

  “Seriously, Cole. I need my panties.”

  He shook his head again, that same wicked smile across his lips. “They are all mine. The thought of you sitting there panty-less all afternoon drives me wild. So, I’m keeping them. See you back out there.”

  Before I could tackle him or argue, he left me there. I guessed I was going to have to be careful about bending over for the rest of the day.

  Cale was going to pay for taking my panties. I would think up all kinds of punishments for him.

  Chapter 8

  Cale

  * * * * *

  It was beyond difficult concentrating on audience questions when all I could think of was Ellie Huntly squirming beside me with no panties on. Which only made me remember our encounter in the supply closet, and then I definitely couldn’t function.

  I was glad we were sitting down for the interviews because I had a tent in my pants for most of the afternoon.

  We left the press gallery after five o’clock. I slipped out of the convention center just as Ellie was making a beeline for me. I knew what she wanted, and she would have to come and get them if she wanted her panties back.

  I got out of there before she could catch up with me. The entire time, I couldn’t stop grinning like a fool. Ellie had that effect on me. No other woman did.

  I drove home, feeling like a million bucks in my expensive car with Ellie’s panties in my pocket. They were burning a hole there as I pictured her spending all afternoon without them. Man, I needed her to come get them. My cock wasn’t going to last long without her.

  My mansion felt empty without her. I had grown so used to having her around. I took her panties out of my pocket and looked at them. They were lacey, black, and small. They would barely cover her ass. Images of her wearing them and me taking them off her flashed into my head.

  I needed Ellie, and I needed her right now. I pulled my cell out of my pocket and hovered over her number. She hadn’t called me, not even messaged me. So, she was playing hard to get, waiting for me to come groveling to her. Two could play at that game.

  As much as the party in my pants was screaming at me to call her, I wasn’t going to do it. She could come to me.

  Chapter 9

  Ellie

  * * * * *

  Cale completely disappeared after the panel interviews. I looked everywhere for him and my panties, but he had vanished into thin air. Typical.

  I sat in my car, feeling the material of my dress touching my sensitive heat. I felt everything without my panties, and each sensation was enough to get me wetter. I needed my panties, and I needed them now, or I was going to burst with need.

  Cale was naughty. There was no other way to describe it. He knew it would drive me crazy doing the panel without underwear. He was probably thinking about it all afternoon. I know I was.

  He had to be punished. I wanted him to wriggle with discomfort as much as I had. I wanted him to feel that kind of heat in his belly and be unable to act on it for hours. Tit for tat. It was only fair.

  I went home and waited another few hours until it was approaching midnight. I hadn’t heard from Cale at all, which was unusual. He was probably waiting for me to come begging. And I usually would, but it would be him begging in the end this time.

  I put on a black lace negligee and climbed into my car. Traffic was practically non-existent at this time of night. I hoped I didn’t get pulled over by the cops because that would be embarrassing in my current attire. I didn’t even have a coat on this time.

  Arriving at Cale’s house, I tapped in the security code and waited for the gate to open. The house was in darkness, so Cale was probably tucked into bed like a good little boy. That was going to change.

  I turned the car off about halfway up the driveway and walked the rest of the way. I let myself into the house, using the key he had given me once. I was pretty sure he forgot he did that. From all the stories that I had heard about him, he liked his privacy. That included making sure he didn’t get any unexpected visitors.

  Inside, I let the moonlight guide my way. I had climbed his stairs enough times to know my way around fairly well. I turned at the top and walked down the corridor.

  Cale’s bedroom door was open. A human-shaped mound was on his bed. Not a sound could be heard apart from my own breathing. I was actually going to go through with my plan. I hadn’t been sure until that very moment.

  I crept over to the bed where Cale was lying asleep on his back. One arm was above his head, and the other was under the covers. He looked peaceful, innocent. It was almost a shame to wake him. Almost.

  I brushed a finger down the side of his face, his stubble tickling. He moved at the touch. I did it again, cupping his cheeks in my hands until his eyes flew open.

  “Shhh,” I whispered. He went to speak, but I placed my hand over his mouth. He didn’t get to talk. That was part of his punishment.

  I pulled out a sash of black material from my bra and held it up. He gave me a questioning look which I replied to with actions. I slid the material around his head, tying it at the side across his eyes. Cale was no longer able to see a thing.

  “Ellie, what are--”

  “Shhh. I have a gag for your mouth, and I will use it if you don’t do as you’re told.” He snapped his mouth closed as it crooked into a grin.

  I pulled the bed sheets off him. Cale was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. His glorious body was shadowed by the moonlight, giving me glimpses only. Even a glimpse of Cale’s muscles was enough to take my breath away and make my pussy throb with desire.

  I started on the shorts. They needed to come off and the sooner the better. Cale responded by lifting his hips, making it easier for me. At least he was compliant. That was a good start.

  His cock was already hard. I threw the boxers on the floor and sat on his legs. With a touch as light as a feather, I caressed his cock. With every movement, it twitched and swelled firmer.

  “Ellie,” he moaned.

  “I still have the gag.”

  “You might need to use it,” he warned.

  Starting at the base of his shaft, I formed a ring
with my fingers and slowly pulled it to the top. Cale bucked his hips, trying to get out of my grasp. He wasn’t far off from coming.

  “Not this way,” he begged.

  I did it again, slower this time. He twitched and moaned, driven wild with the sensations. I loved having that effect on him. He was desperately trying to keep himself together, and I was doing my best to tear him apart at the seams.