by Grey, Parker
Chapter Five
Emma
Of course, I’m not actually ready to leave. I told Nolan I was, and I believed it when I said it. I always believe it. Every morning I think I’m two minutes from leaving the house, but then it takes twenty. Every grocery stop I tell myself I’ll be in and out in five, but I’m there for thirty.
Now I’m finally getting ready to leave the photo shoot, and Nolan is leaning against his car impatiently, tapping away at his phone, checking his expensive watch.
First, I transfer the photos to a backup drive. That’s a lesson I only needed to learn once. Then a quick check of my equipment, make sure the lenses are all clean and packed up, and a final check to make sure I don’t miss anything.
“Do you know who he is?” Jen asks me as I roll up what feels like my thirtieth charging cable extension.
“I know he works in Hollywood,” I say.
“No, he is Hollywood. A lot of people would kill to spend an afternoon with him. So let me just say, you’re welcome.”
I laugh.
“I don’t remember saying ‘thank you.’”
But even if I won’t admit it out loud, I owe a lot to Jen. She got me this job today, and she’s looked out for me since I moved to L.A. We’ve known each other a long time. But I’m not going to tell her that. If I did, she’d never stop lording it over me.
I don’t need to say it anyway, because Jen already knows.
“You didn’t have to,” she smirks.
I zip up my bag and slip the strap over my head and around my shoulder.
“Gotta go,” I say, shooting my own smirk right back.
“Don’t do anything dumb,” Jen says.
As soon as I leave her behind and see Nolan ahead of me, I feel the smile slip away. I’m nervous. He looks so serious, waiting for me, leaning against his car. Hard to tell what he’s thinking behind his stony face.
I’m afraid I’ll say something wrong, something you shouldn’t say to an employer. Like telling him how good he looks.
Or like telling him what I’d like him to do to me, or how I’d like to lick my way along his –
“Ready?” I ask him, cutting myself off before I can go too deep into my fantasies.
I feel dumb already. He’s been waiting for me, of course he’s ready. He doesn’t even answer. He just swings open the passenger door.
Nolan drives fast down the curves of Sunset Boulevard, so fast I can barely make out the houses as they whip past. My mind is flying just as fast, almost a blur, so many thoughts and feelings blurring together that I don’t even know what I’m experiencing or what I want.
And then he looks sideways at me and all my thoughts vanish except for one.
I want him.
We hit a patch of bumpy road and I’m jolted back to reality. Looking out the window, I can’t believe that we’re still in Los Angeles. The road we’re on is more like a nature trail, and we’re snaking our way up a windy canyon. In the mirror I catch a few glimpses of the tall buildings of Santa Monica, but ahead of us is nothing but cactus patches and rocky outcroppings.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“My future home,” he says, still watching the road ahead carefully.
We reach what feels like a desert mountaintop and he parks the car. When I get out, I realize how close we are to the edge. It’s an incredible view, a dusty and shady valley below us and a sunny ridgeline behind us.
“I bought this land a few years ago. One day I’m going to build a house here. The problem is that it’s far from the studio and I’ve been so busy with work. But I try to come up here every few weeks to calm my mind.”
He looks at me for a long moment, and I imagine him leaning forward to kiss me, running his hands down my body as his tongue slips into my—
“Ready?” Nolan asks, his voice a low, sultry purr.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I look up into his stormy gray eyes, heat already concentrating in my core.
I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t be alone with him, not if he’s going to be my boss, not after what almost happened earlier..
“Yes,” I murmur, blushing.
I take out my camera, and Nolan turns with a smirk, leading me to a heavy boulder that looks like it’s balanced on the head of a pin.
“That’s a spectacular formation,” I say, my brain on auto-pilot.
You’re a spectacular formation, I think.
Oh, my God, did I really just think that?
Nolan flashes another rare smile.
“It’s the perfect place for this scene in the movie. This is when the girl decides she has to make a change. This movie I’m making…” Nolan pauses. “We’ve got everything perfect except the girl.”
“Who is she?”
“We’ll find someone to play her eventually.”
“But,” I ask, “the girl in the story. Who is she?”
“Hmm. I guess that’s the most important question.” Nolan pauses, looking out at the view, then back at me.
“She’s a beautiful young woman who doesn’t realize how much she has to offer, and how she has to free herself to find herself. And her first step is breaking away from her day to day life.”
He pauses, waiting for me to respond, but I’m truly speechless.
Finally, he opens his mouth again.
“So let’s take some pictures.”
The way the shadows fall on the valley, the way the sun reflects off the light clouds passing by, the colors, the skyscrapers on the distant skyline… it’s impossible to take a bad picture here. I set up with the boulder framing the right and the open air on the left.
It’s hard to see the dim screen in the glare of the sun, but I can already tell that these are great pictures, maybe the best I’ve taken.
“What do you think?” I ask Nolan, hoping he agrees.
He squints at the screen. No good. I move over to the boulder teetering on the edge of the cliff. It’s closer to the edge, which makes me a little nervous, but it’s the only shade around.
“Come over here,” I say, and hand him the camera.
“Amazing.”
He looks up from the screen to me, then back to the screen.
“Can I see more?”
“Let me do it,” I say, and squeeze in front of him, into the narrow shady space between the rock and the edge, and press the buttons on the camera. “Here.”
He looks over my shoulder, and I realize just how tall he is.
Jen’s words flash back into my head.
Don’t do anything dumb.
I try to remind myself about the unpaid bills piling up, the weeks passing by with no work. Nolan could be my ticket, but only if I act professional.
The minute I give into his rugged good looks, or his fuck-me smirk, or those dimples, I’m done. This town has dozens – no, hundreds – of girls who’d sleep with him in a heartbeat if they thought that he could get them an audition.
If I want a career – a career that he can help me get – I can’t be one of them.
That means I shouldn’t melt into his hard, firm body like I want to. That means I shouldn’t fantasize about the things he could do with his mouth, or how I want to feel those hard muscles for myself –
“Remarkable,” he says, his voice suddenly low and husky. A shudder runs through my body, despite the heat, and I bite my lip against the possibility of going or saying anything dumb.
He leans in for a closer look, just barely brushing up against me, the thin material of my shorts no barrier at all to him.
Nolan is rock-hard already, not to mention big.
“Beautiful,” he says in my ear, and every thought —the credit cards, the jobs, the professionalism— vanish, leaving nothing left for me to think about but me and him.
I turn around, still squeezed close to his chest, and look up at his face.
Words escape me completely.
“Emma,” he murmurs. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
I could
protest. I could tell him no, don’t, but I’d be a lying liar if I did because I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. My lips part slightly, and I’m already panting for breath.
“Okay,” I whisper, because I can’t think of any other words.
He kisses me hard, his mouth claiming mine in the moment. His lips move against mine and I’m instantly lost to the power of this moment, unable to do anything but yield to him, let him plunder me however he wants.
His chin and cheekbones hard, and his light stubble scrapes against my face, but his lips are soft. Nolan deepens the kiss and moves against me, with me, until he’s backed me up against the boulder, the cold stone at my back and the warmth of him on my chest.
My mouth opens up without a thought as I push forward against him, snaking my arms around his neck, running my hands against his close-cropped hair.
The yearning comes up inside me, the heat flowing like a river through my core, and I let myself go at last, enjoying his strong hand on my shoulder, holding me in place, his arm around my back. I feel him everywhere, on my tongue, on my chest, around my waist, and I push back up into him, pushing my hips against his, sliding myself along him, feeling his bulge against my stomach.
Holy shit, it’s even bigger than I thought. A pang of quick panic shoots through me – is this even a good idea?
The insistent pounding of desire through my veins says yes.
Nolan steps back, out of the shade, and the setting sun casts shadows in his stubble. He leans one arm over my head, against the rock, and bends down, bringing his face up to mine again.
“That was good,” I hear myself say, my voice breathless.
Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for THAT kiss?
But Nolan doesn’t laugh at me, or even smile. He looks me over head to toe, his gaze so molten I can practically feel it on my skin, then grabs my shirt and pulls it up over my head.
I comply, wriggling out of it instantly, and look down, suddenly embarrassed at the ugly beige bra I put on in the dark this morning.
Instantly, I’m embarrassed. I should have thrown this thing out a year ago.
I can’t stand it, so I reach behind my back and unclasp it, and pull it off my shoulders, tossing it away without looking.
When I turn back, Nolan is before me again, on top of me, and now I can feel everything. The cold rock face on my bare back, my nipples rubbing against his shirt.
The huge, hard shaft in his pants. I wonder briefly if he’s inexplicably storing a flashlight in his underwear.
My hand slides down his chest to his lower stomach, the ripples of his smooth, hard abs beneath my fingers. A tiny moan escape my lips, borne away by the wind, and I buck my hips helplessly against his.
Nolan growls, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. I get brave, sliding my hands further down still until I’m surprised all over again.
The way he bites my lip urgently, needily when I press my palm to his hard length makes me very sure it’s not a flashlight.
Nolan rips my hand away and pushes it up against the rock behind me, and with the other pulls down my shorts and panties. A kick of each foot and I send them away into the dirt, along with my sandals, and now I’m completely naked.
For just a moment, I take in the situation — me, utterly vulnerable in the open air, Nolan in his perfectly tailored suit, not a hair out of place, the mountainside, the distant skyscrapers.
I think for a split second about the people in those skyscrapers, and I wonder if any of them are looking out right now at the mountains on the horizon, not even aware that they’re looking right at us.
Then I turn back to Nolan. He’s smiling again, but this time it’s a different smile than I’ve seen before. There’s something fierce, something lusty and predatory. It’s a wanting smile, and before I can think any more he’s on me again, his lips on mine, then trailing down my neck, leaving fire and ice behind them.
His lips hit my collarbone and I gasp. They brush over the top of my breast and I think I squeal, one second of quick sound before they encircle my nipple and I moan.
I think Nolan chuckles. He’s still holding my wrists above my head with one hand, the other trailing down my body, matching pace with his mouth.
“Are you as wet as I think you are?” he growls, my nipple still held between his teeth.
I’m leaning back against the cool rock, panting for breath.
“How wet do you think I am?” I manage to say, then immediately regret it.
Not sexy. Not sexy at all.
Nolan doesn’t answer right away, lavishing more attention on my stuff nipple first, tongue swirling and rolling.
“Given the fact that you’re naked outside and every inch of your body is practically begging to be fucked?” he asks.
This time he bites my nipple gently, brushing his teeth along the edge in a way that sends shivers down my spine.
“I think you’re wet as hell, and I can’t wait to taste you.”
I gasp. My eyes fly open in a brief moment of panic, but at that very moment Nolan slides his hand between my legs, brushing his deft fingers over my clit and sliding them between my swollen, soaked lips.
I swallow hard, my eyes stuttering closed again.
“Thought so,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers back to my clit and circling it, wet with my juices. Pleasure courses through my body in a thick wave, and I barely notice when his mouth leaves my nipple and his lips find my stomach, my bellybutton, the tender spot where my hip meets my thigh.
Suddenly, he moves both hands at once – one from my wrists and one from my clit – and they’re both on my ass. He lifts me quickly, effortlessly, tossing my left leg over his shoulder so gracefully and easily that I may as well be a messenger bag.
I yelp, suddenly standing on one leg, grabbing at the rock wall behind me for purchase, but he’s got me in his strong hands and I’m in no danger of falling over.
“Oh,” I manage to say, my voice breathy and lost to the expanse of space in front of me.
“Is that all?” Nolan asks, his voice low and husky.
Before I can answer, he swipes his tongue slowly up me, from my lips to my clit, making a full circuit that sends another wave crashing over me.
“I bet you can do better than oh, Emma,” he says, and repeats the circuits, this time licking me harder, lavishing more attention on my clit.
I moan, fingers winding through his hair.
“How about I like that, Nolan,” he suggests, his tongue instantly darting back, skimming between my lips, flicking past my clit. “Or don’t stop licking my pussy, Nolan.”
Holy shit, no one’s ever talked to me like this before. My previous dirty talk experience pretty much amounts to ooh or don’t stop or just like that, but Nolan’s suggestions are miles ahead of that.
His tongue wanders up to my clit again, and suddenly, his hand is there too, his fingers sliding into my wet, swollen channel.
I cry out again, the sound half-squeak and half-gasp.
“You could even try fuck me, Nolan,” he says, his voice bottoming out on the register before his tongue is back on my clit, moving faster and faster, his fingers stroking me from the inside.
I can’t. I don’t think I could form words if my life depended on it. He keeps working me, tongue and fingers moving in perfect time. I don’t care that we’re outside. I don’t care that there might be people watching, and I definitely don’t care that I’m making noises like some sort of caged, horny animal.
Suddenly, Nolan slows. His tongue crawls over my clit with torturous slowness, his fingers in my pussy matching the pace, and I nearly scream.
“Please,” I gasp out, my fingers clawing at his hair because I can’t help myself. “Please, Nolan.”
He gives me one final lick, and I come so hard I can’t breathe. My toes curl in the dirt, my head knocks back against the rock, and I think I shout gibberish, but he doesn’t stop. He licks me again and again, slow and hard, until I’m done screamin
g my orgasm to the heavens and my whole body is shaking with the force of it.
Then, finally, he withdraws, standing to look me in the eye.
“That,” I say, swallowing hard as I gasp for breath. “Was…”
“Just the beginning?” he murmurs, a wicked look in his eyes.
As I watch, he slowly licks my juices off his fingers, treating each one like some sort of delicacy.
“Yeah,” I whisper, and he smirks.
“We’ll work on your dirty talk later,” he says, pressing his hard body against mine, remind me of the not-flashlight that I haven’t even seen yet. “Because right now, I’m going to see if I can’t make you come again.”
He presses it against me, the massive length sliding against my still-wet lips and clit. Despite myself, I moan again, and even though I just came, I know I'm instantly ready again.
Before I know it, his mouth is on mine, tasting like me, and I’ve got my hands on his torso, skimming over the hard muscle until I find his belt.
I practically tear it off him, his tongue in my mouth as I plunge my hands into his suit pants and then immediately stop.
It’s bigger than I thought. His girth fills my hand, and he growls as he presses it against me, making me give him a long, hard stroke. I swallow hard, suddenly nervous again.
He chuckles in my ear, biting it lightly, sending a fresh wave of shivers down my spine.
“Hope you like coming hard around thick cocks,” he says.
I blush. Despite absolutely everything about this moment, I blush.
He doesn’t waste any time, lifting me again, wrapping my legs around his hips so that the tip of his cock brushes against my clit and I moan, rolling my hips toward him.
But he doesn’t take me, not just yet. He spends another moment teasing me, his mouth still on my ear.
“How about one of those phrases we just talked about?” he says, his voice dark and husky. “This would be a good time for fuck me, Nolan.”
“Fuck me, Nolan,” I moan, way too aroused to do anything but obey.
He does.
Up against the rock wall, he slides his thick length into me slowly, his girth hitting every pleasurable nerve in my pussy that I’ve got. My eyes drift closed and my body goes limp against the sandstone.