Johnny laughed. “This is a romantic date. You know what else it is? Memorable.”
I groaned. The last thing I needed was for Johnny Logan to remember this.
“Hey, I’m having fun. And I won’t let a little spilled milk spoil our date.” He handed me the rest of the napkins. “Come on, let’s get you out of those wet clothes.” He opened the passenger door.
“But… your car!”
He waved it off. “It’s just a car. What am I going to do? Leave you here?”
I hesitated but he assured me it was okay. I got in. Get me out of these clothes? What was he planning on doing? If he was dropping me off at my place, I wanted to hatch a plan to invite him in without being too obvious.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“My place.”
“Your place?” If my palms weren’t so sticky, they’d be sweating.
“It’s just up the road.” The sports car roared to life. “In just a few moments we’ll have you out of those sticky, wet clothes.”
Shivers ran up my body.
Everything — his sultry voice, his suggestive words, the way his eyes smoldered as he spoke — had an effect on me. My body roared to life, just like his silver sports car did.
The car wound up the Hollywood hills along the star-lit city and I sat in the passenger seat, knowing full well what was about to happen.
The air conditioning pumped through the vents as the silver car zipped up the hills like a bullet. Madison turned the air vents towards her blouse in an effort to dry the soaking wet material which clung to her hardened nipples.
I wound the car up the hills and with every turn we had a better view of the valley.
“Look,” I said.
Madison lifted her head and her eyes widened at the view of the valley.
“This is incredible!” She looked out the window excitedly.
She was cute.
“I come up here alone so often that I get used to the sight of it. I like being able to experience the glittering lights through someone else’s eyes.”
Madison smiled at me from her seat. I was impressed by how unbothered she was by having a milkshake spill all over her. I knew some prima donnas who would complain the entire car ride if so much as a drop spilled on their designer clothes. Madison was the opposite of that. She wasn’t bothered, she was glad to go to my place. The milkshake was a good excuse to invite her over.
I pulled into the driveway of my hillside house, the one I bought after the first Mike Shadow movie. It wasn’t big enough to be considered a mansion, but it was still an impressive piece of real estate.
“You live here?” Madison looked around in wonder.
“Sometimes,” I said casually.
Getting out of the car, I opened Madison’s door. She got out and looked at the city lights.
“Come inside. We’ll get you washed up.”
She walked alongside me and though she was covered in sticky milkshake, she carried herself as if she were walking down the red carpet.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
She slipped her hand in mine.
“Let’s go.”
Smirking at her, I lead her inside.
The interior had tall ceilings and an open concept design. There were tall windows everywhere, making Hollywood the backdrop to everything inside.
“Is that?” I pulled him towards the back window to look outside. There was a hot tub overlooking the view, and next to both were black panels.
“Solar panels,” Johnny said. “They cover the whole house. I helped redesign the place to be environmentally efficient after I bought it.”
“That’s… really hot, actually.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He smirked. “Follow me.” Johnny grasped my hand as we climbed up the stairs to the second level, into his bedroom. Trying not to freak out, I followed him in.
Johnny’s room was fairly empty, except for souvenirs I recognized from his movies — there was a classical guitar from a musician biopic, a mask from a darker, more R-rated film he made a few years ago, and (I nearly squealed) Mike Shadow’s iconic leather jacket. My eyes traveled from the jacket over to the large bed covered in black sheets. There was something dangerous but inviting about his bed.
My eyes lingered on the bed until Johnny caught me. He smirked.
“We should get you out of those wet clothes before you get cold.” Pulling away, he stepped into the master bathroom where I heard his footsteps sound across the marble floor, followed by the sound of rushing water. Following him in, I looked around at the large bathroom and the multi-jetted jacuzzi tub.
As the hot water filled the tub, Johnny stood up and looked at me. The water roared and steam filled the room.
“The towels are here, and I’ll lay some clothes out on the bed for you.”
I nodded and made my way to the front of the tub.
“If you need anything, just call for me.” As he turned to leave, I spoke.
“Johnny?” I asked in a soft voice.
He turned around. “Yes?”
I stood in front of the steaming hot tub, my fingers playing with the bottom hem of my blouse. The wet blouse clung to my rounded breasts and hardened nipples. He watched as my small fingers undid one button, then another. My eyes willed him to watch me.
As my fingers reached the bottom, I pulled off the stained garment and dropped it, creating a puddle of wet silk on the floor. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, pulling it off with a graceful, fluid movement, freeing and revealing my plump breasts, still cold from the milkshake.
I stood topless in front of Johnny. My heart drummed in my chest and the deep muscles of my belly clenched. The rushing water roared behind me, vibrating in my legs. The steam curled around my body, making me feel like an angel in the clouds. Johnny’s hungry eyes watched me. The sensation was insanely erotic.
Slipping my thumbs under the waistband of my skirt, I pulled it down, along with the rest of my clothes. A refreshing burst of cool air rushed over my exposed skin.
I was naked. I was naked and Johnny was looking at me. The rush was like nothing I ever felt before.
Stepping into the tub, I descended into the hot, comforting water which was a relief on my sticky skin. By the time I was in, the water line sat at my breasts. The jets on all sides sprayed sensually against my body.
With a smirk on his face, Johnny still watched from the doorway.
I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Johnny,” I said, taking my time. “Come join me.”
Slowly, Johnny took a step forward. Taking his time, he unfastened his watch, keeping his eyes on me. The shiny designer watch sounded with a thud as Johnny placed it on the counter. He then took off his jacket and placed it on the back of the bathroom door. Rolling up his sleeves, he moved closer to the jacuzzi. His hungry dark eyes smoldered as he stared at me.
I had never seen a sexier sight in my life. Not even Johnny Logan movies were this sexy. My body throbbed impatiently.
Johnny knelt down next to the tub. Steam plumed up between us. Johnny was so close I could see the gold flecks in his dark eyes and I could taste his musky scent on my tongue. He was so close I could kiss him.
Keeping his eyes on me, he reached across my body. My body pulsed with excitement. He grabbed something and his hand disappeared below the water, causing the waterline to wave up and down, revealing and hiding my erect nipples.
Johnny moved something hard and slippery up my thigh — a bar of soap. He moved it up one thigh and down the other. He pressed against my belly and slipped it sensually across my skin.
I tried to keep my eyes on him, but at some points the sensation was so arousing I had to close my eyes and brace my body for his touch.
Johnny moved the soap up, lathering my breasts.
Being so exposed to Johnny was freeing. I watched his focused, dark eyes as he concentrated on touching me. He subtly licked his lips.
Was I arousing him? A s
mirk formed on my lips. Having this kind of power could be fun.
The soap slipped from his hand, which lingered on my belly. Our lips were inches apart. Our eyes gazed lazily at one another. His hand sunk down, finding the area between my thighs.
I reached my hand around the back of his head, threading my fingers through his soft hair and bringing him closer to me. Our lips touched and we kissed, more sensually than we ever kissed before. As if gaining my permission, his fingers moved between my legs. His other hand slipped up along my neck, stroking my hair. The touch of his fingers sent shockwaves through my body. His soft lips invited me to explore his.
When the kiss broke, I looked into his eyes.
“I want you to be my first,” I whispered.
Looking into my eyes, Johnny nodded.
“Can you teach me how?” I asked.
He smiled. Without saying anything further, he helped me out of the tub and grabbed a towel. The soft, fluffy terry cloth kissed my sensitive skin as he draped it around me. He lifted me into his arms and walked me to the bedroom where he placed me on his black bed.
I was highly aware of the simplicity of the dark sheets, and the fact that his Mike Shadow jacket hung on the door just feet away.
“Lie down.” His voice was low and commanding. A shiver ran through my body.
I moved back onto the bed, letting the towel slip. I made no effort to hide myself. I wanted Johnny to look at me.
Johnny stood over me, unrolling his sleeves, unbuttoning his shirt. When he finally pulled his shirt off, I saw his hard body, which I had only ever seen in two dimensions (except for the fourth installment of Mike Shadow, which was in 3D, but this was much, much better).
Good lord, I thought. I bit my lip as I watched him unbuckle his belt and slide it off his pants with a satisfying whoosh. He dropped his pants to the floor, revealing black boxers.
My eyes widened as I looked at him. The boxers fit tight. He was aroused!
I had never seen a man in that state before. I looked up into his eyes as he pulled off the last item of clothing. I was too shy to look down.
He climbed onto the bed next to me.
“Lie back,” he said, looking at me with lustful eyes.
I did as he said.
“Put your arms up.”
I raised my arms over my head. My breasts popped out of the towel, revealing my hardened nipples.
Johnny pushed the towel away and his hands immediately went to my breasts. The pressure of his large hands felt nice. He circled his hands around my breasts, grazing my nipples. I shivered. He crawled over me and he brushed against my leg. That slight push of pleasure sent my body into a pulsing frenzy.
We were both so… so naked!
His weight on me felt reassuring and comforting.
“Touch me,” he breathed.
My hands found his hips and traveled around to his backside. As Johnny moved against me, his muscles flexed under my fingertips.
“No.” Johnny looked into my eyes. Those searing dark eyes commanded me to listen. “Touch me.”
My whole body became warm and my heart raced. I knew what he meant.
Now was not the time to be timid, I thought. As I angled my head to look down, he grabbed my hand and put it on him. There was no warning or easing into it — it was just my hand on his cock. He was fully hard now.
I gasped in surprise and pulled back, but Johnny kept my hand firm on him.
I couldn’t be shy.
Taking control of the situation, I relaxed and decided to explore the feel of him. I noticed that his skin was soft, but his core, which was hard and hot, continued to grow. I wrapped my hand tight around him and he let out a soft moan. The delicious sensation pumped excitement through me. My thighs slipped against one another.
I moved my hand up and down him, around him. He felt nice. He moaned again as I massaged him.
So this was what it was like, I thought. I smiled to myself. I could do this.
Madison touched me with her delicate hands, which busied themselves squeezing and stroking me. God, it felt fucking hot.
I had already been hard from seeing her in my bathroom, naked next to the tub. Her confidence, her forwardness — it was all exactly what made her sexy.
Her big green eyes looked up into mine as she stroked me. Her perfect breasts squeezed together. I reached out and grabbed her, played with her. She moaned in my ear. I loved it because I knew it was real — her pleasure, her lust, her naïveté — it was all real. None of that actress faking it stuff. This was genuine.
I looked into her eyes. My lips were only an inch from hers, and I knew this made her tremble. I slipped my hands over her body, exploring her curves. She looked dizzily at me as I watched her every gasp, her every change in expression. She was so sensitive that every slight touch sent her jumping and moaning, making me harder than I’d ever been.
Her hands slipped up my chest and played with my chest. It was my turn to moan.
Fuck, she was sexy!
While her hands were busy somewhere else, I took the opportunity to slip on a condom. As she moved up my body, I pressed myself between her thighs, slipping against her. She shivered.
“I’m going to go slow,” I whispered.
She nodded.
I angled my hips and, after poking around a few times, feeling her wetness, I slipped inside. Madison tensed her body and inhaled sharply. She grasped me as I pushed deeper. She tilted her head back in pleasure, letting her hair dance along the tops of my thighs.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
She moaned in pleasure, answering for the both of us.
An erotic sensation filled me.
I was having sex.
The sensation was filling and satisfying, providing relief where there wasn’t before. Johnny allowed me to get used to the sensation of having him inside me. Light-headed and in euphoria, I looked at Johnny and pressed harder against him. He took this as a sign to start moving his hips, rocking back and forth. I dug my heels into the mattress and moved my hips along with him. Our bodies slid against one another.
Everything was wet. Tightening my legs around him, I pulled him in deeper.
This felt amazing.
Johnny’s eyes looked lazily into mine. Without waiting another beat, I grabbed him and slammed my lips against his, kissing him ferociously. We kissed each other so sensually, so intimately that I lost myself in him. Devouring me like one of those chili chocolates, Johnny held me tight around my waist thrusting his hips, moving harder, deeper. I curled my toes and braced myself against him.
Like an explosion of fireworks, the sensation burst through my body, causing me to throb deliciously. My oversensitive body wanted to relax its muscles, but Johnny wasn’t ready to stop just yet. He thrust harder and deeper, intensifying the sensation. My body trembled around his.
I let out a moan. Johnny tensed up. A vulnerable, pleasured grunt escaped his throat and he held me tight against him as his body shuddered.
Wrapping my legs around him, I melted into the mattress. Our bodies trembled against one another as we lay together. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against his, inhaling the scent of his shampoo, his musky sweat, and the sex lingering in the air.
I was too tired to talk and it seemed like he was too. My body was still throbbing. Though my body ached in places, I didn’t feel too different. The only thing that was different was my relationship with Johnny.
I held him tighter against me. Johnny lifted his head and looked at me. His hooded eyes looked at me dreamily. His hair stuck out in all directions. If Johnny was cute before, he was freaking hot now. He flipped back his devil-may-care sex hair. To say the after-sex look suited him was an understatement.
He kissed me, slow and sweet, before saying goodnight and laying his head back down on my chest. He drifted to sleep in my arms. He looked so peaceful, so natural. I never thought I would ever see Johnny Logan in such an intimate state. I felt his body rise and fall as he breathed and I w
ondered what our relationship would be like in the morning.
As I slept next to her, naked, I felt her warm skin against mine. We slept in each other’s arms all night. The sun was peeking in through the window.
I wished I could lie here with her all day. After working for most of my life, I felt like I was entitled to one day spent in bed with a beautiful woman.
A shrill ringing sound filled the room. A rush of dread filled my body. I jolted awake and grabbed the phone off my dresser. It was my agent, Rob.
“Hello?… Uh-huh… Now?… Okay.”
I hung up the phone and pulled on casual dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.
Madison sat up in bed. Her hair was disheveled. She held a blanket up around her.
“What’s going on?”
“I have to be at a meeting in twenty minutes.”
“A meeting? You mean for a movie?”
I nodded.
“Which one?” She was still half asleep and it was cute hearing her sound so disoriented.
“I wish I could tell you,” I said. “Later, maybe.” If anyone knew there was a new Mike Shadow movie coming out, the internet would break.
My phone lit up. Another call. I saw the director’s name and I answered it. If I wanted to keep this director on the project, I couldn’t mess around. I turned away from Madison as the director yelled in my ear, demanding that I be on time. As I listened, I watched as Madison reached for the towel on the floor and wrapped it around her body.
I finished the call. “I have to go. My driver will be here in ten minutes to drive you home.”
“Your driver? Why can’t you drive me?”
“I have to get to this meeting. I can’t be late again.” I stepped in and kissed her on the forehead.
“Will I see you again?” She asked.
Filming started in just a week and I’d be halfway around the world by then.
“We’ll have to talk about that,” I said.
“Talk about what?”
I couldn’t tell her now.
My phone went off again. As soon as I hit the button to answer it, I could hear someone on the other end yelling loud enough for even Madison to hear.
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