by C. J. Wells
Closing my eyes, I shake my head slightly, trying to wrap my brain around everything that’s happened. “Well, can I be honest?”
“Your candor is something I find quite refreshing”, a small smirk edges his lips.
“I’m just not sure why you’re interested in me. And, I’m not fishing for some kind of compliment; I’m just being honest. I mean, you’re Alexander Tate - it’s a little unnerving”, I look down, fumbling with my fingers. “Surely you can have your pick of women… My average standing amongst that long line makes me question this turn of events, I guess”.
Well said; he did say he appreciates your candid diarrhea mouth - my inner actress rolls her eyes; I close mine at the thought, feeling more than foolish.
Lifting my chin to meet his gaze, he slides his hand along my thigh; the heat from his touch on my bare skin sends delicious shivers through me.
“For starters, you fell in to my lap”, he smiles warmly. “Though I don’t necessarily believe in fate, when I first laid my eyes on you… I can’t quite explain it. It’s a unique feeling. I seem to have an obsession with you. You’ve thoroughly beguiled me”. Lust transforms his serious gaze, “And, to reiterate, I’d prefer you didn’t label yourself with such insignificance”.
I should feel shame at the reminder, yet his ability to alleviate my insecurities with such direct authority is incredibly sexy; it’s intoxicating. My need to possess him overtakes me. I want my hands on him more than I need air to breath, and from the desire emanating in his eyes, I know he feels it too. The spark is the one thing between us that I do understand. It’s undeniable, and ever present; an inescapable desire so strong, I feel we could practically combust in its wake.
Setting my glass down, I lean towards him, placing my hands on his strong chest, staring into his eyes. “You’ve beguiled me, too”, I admit, kissing him passionately.
His strong hands instantly slide around my back, pulling our bodies together.
My nipples pucker against his chest, the sensation driving me wild with desire. My fingers lace through the curls at his nape, wrenching him closer in desperation; a carnal need to devour him in our kiss.
Releasing a groan, his hold tightens, aggressively margining my small frame to rest between his wide spread legs. Our kisses are uncontrolled, frantic in our need, our tongues dueling in my haste to taste him. I need to taste all of him.
Leaving his lips, I kiss and lick along his jaw, stopping to slide my tongue along the sexy cleft in his chin before moving lower along his neck. I push at his collar, kissing and licking along his chest.
His scent intoxicates me. The taste of him, the feel of his masculine strength beneath my tongue unleashes a wildness within me like never before. I need to consume him.
Sliding to my knees on the floor, I lean over his thick thighs, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing the exposed skin as I go. Undressing him feels like Christmas, and I’m overeager in my need to completely bare him.
He’s watching me; eyes filled with hunger and anticipation. The fact that I can do this to him sparks my desire even further.
I kiss along his muscular pecs; sliding my tongue over a nipple, giving it a quick kiss.
His head leans back on a slight groan.
I cherish his well-formed abdomen, overloading my senses with each kiss, lick, and touch of his tight muscles; my fingers trailing down his sides to his belt buckle. So hungry in my need to taste him, to put his hard cock in my mouth, I’m wild for him.
With deft fingers, I undo his pants and slide my hands inside, enfolding them around his fully hard erection through his white boxers; he lifts his head to look down at me at the motion.
His darkened gaze narrowed in lust, he slides his fingers into my hair.
“Aby”, he whispers.
Glued to his intense stare, I pull his cock from the confines of his boxers. I lean forward, running my tongue along the sensitive underside, whimpering at his succulent taste.
“Fuck…” he whispers as I take him fully into my mouth, its glorious size filling it full.
Lowering my head, I take him to the back of my throat, my eyes closing as I relish in his unique flavor. I’ve never been so lost to the taste of a man. Never knowing such intense desire to suck cock with such necessity.
With fervor, I bob my head up and down on him, continuously, over and over; feeling his hands and fingers slide through my hair, massaging my scalp, holding my head in place.
His groans of pleasure spur an increase in my attention, my speed.
“Yes. Suck me… just like that”. His hips undulate with my wanting mouth; a slight increase in his hold of me.
His thickness increases, the veins throbbing under my tongue; a small guttural groan released as he spurts his come deep into my mouth.
I swallow every drop of his essence; the taste heady on my tongue as I lick up and down his cock.
Pulling my mouth away from his semi-erect penis, I look up to him with big, smiling eyes.
He looks spent; his head leaning back on the sofa, his breathing labored. Loosening his grip in my hair, his body goes lax in satiation.
I can’t help how pleased I am with myself. Having the ability to make Alexander Tate lose control is quite a high. Sitting back on my knees, I smile in triumph.
Raising his head, Alex looks into my eyes; his expression so masculine and ethereal, I’m instantly aware of my own need heightened by my sensual feat. He leans forward, grasping my waist, pulling me onto the sofa, the weight of his body pressing me in to the cushions.
“God what you do to me…” he mutters through clenched teeth, swooping down to take me in a fierce kiss; his sexy disclosure, and uncontrolled fervor spiking my desire further. “I need you… Now”, his admission is an order against my lips.
“Ye-es”, I manage, in my lust filled haze.
Sliding his hand down my side, he grasps the zipper of my shorts, tugging it down with frantic fingers before sliding his hand in the waistband, pushing my thong and shorts roughly down my hips.
Eager to feel him inside me, I thrust them down my knees; flinging them to the floor with a shake of my feet.
Moving to a kneeling position on the floor before me, he spreads my legs, pulling me towards the edge of the sofa with a gentle tug.
I’m in awe at the sight of his erection, which only a moment ago was softened in satisfaction; the glistening drop of pre-cum dotting the crown, making me lick my lips in remembrance of his masculine taste.
How is it possible he can be ready so quickly? How is it possible I can have this effect on him?
I’m reeling inside, as he lines himself up with my soaked core.
With a quick thrust, he plunges deeply inside. We moan simultaneously at the exquisiteness.
Leaning towards me, he grabs my face securely in his hands, crashing his lips on mine in an abandoned kiss; swallowing my constant moans at the feel of his cock thrusting in and out of my throbbing sex.
Over and over he takes me as I push up into his driving force, needing him deeper. The fact that we’re still partially clothed only adds to the eroticism of our lovemaking.
“Come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me… squeeze every ounce of my cum from me…”
His words are my undoing.
He presses down hard on my clit and I plummet. Throbbing, I pulsate around his shaft as if in obedience to his command. “Alex!”
“Aby”, he moans, his thrusts frantic in his need for completion. “I feel you…” he whispers, emitting a guttural groan, flooding me with his semen; the sensation lengthening my orgasm as my body wracks in uncontrolled spasms of abandon.
CHAPTER EI
GHT
“Good morning, sweet cheeks. Have anything interesting you’d like to share with me?” Stacey quips from the other end of the line.
“Peharps…” I’m purposely playing coy.
“Oh, don’t give me that shit, Abs. Spill it!”
On a laugh, I fill her in on my amazing night with Alex; describing his
flat, and the amazing meal he cooked for me. And through her consistent pushing, I shyly paint a picture of our spectacular sexual exploits.
“So you sucked ‘em off like a golf ball through a garden hose did ‘ya? Did you gag?”
“Stace!” I feel the blush in my cheeks at the memory of his sizable member brushing the back of my throat.
“You totally gagged, you dirty slut! And I friggin’ told you he’d call, didn’t I? This is just crazy, Aby. You’re dating a Hollywood heartthrob! And he cooked you dinner at his home! Ugh… I have a deep rooted hatred brewing for you right now”.
I love how she makes me laugh. “I miss you, Stace. I wish you were here with me so some of your confidence would rub off. Being with Alex is amazing, but I can’t help feel as though it’s too good to be true. That’s he’s too good for me, and that it’s all going to come crashing down”. The past few days with him have been an absolute dream… Maybe too much so.
“Look, you need to stop worrying. He’s obviously really into you. And rightly so. You’re beautiful. And none of that ‘on the inside’ crap. On the outside where it counts”, she quips, sending us both into laughter; making me miss her more. “But seriously, why the hell wouldn’t he be interested in you? You need to just go with it. You owe it to yourself after everything you’ve been through. This is your dream coming true. Just see where it goes”.
Releasing a sigh, I try to digest the truth in her words.
“Well? Do ya hear what I’m sayin’? Are ya buyin’ what I’m sellin’?”
“Yes”, I laugh.
“Good. I have more awesome news to add to your day”.
“What, you’re coming back to London?” I question, excitement evident in my voice.
“No babe, I wish”, her empathy is like a warm hug. “Thomas called last night. He told me to call you - which I find confusing since he knows I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked. Anyway. He was wondering if you were planning to start looking for work. I think he has a position to offer you”.
“Stace, you really need to get out more”, I laugh. She’s nuts.
“Sweetie, no one gets around more than me”.
“You said it”, I tease.
“Hashtag ‘Fuck You’, chastity belt. Besides, I’m too horny to be out in public”, she laughs.
“Missing Thomas are you?”
“Thomas who?”
“What-e-v-e-r. So, what’s the position?”
“I assume it’s marketing related, so right up your alley”.
“Absolutely. And my funds are slowly starting to dwindle”.
“I knew you’d be up for it. I told him you’d give him a call today”.
“Ok, will do. I also need to find a hotel. I only have a few days left, so I better get started”.
“Yeah, get your ass in gear, slacker. I’ll text you Thomas’s number. Give me a call later and tell me how it goes. I’ll text you a few cheap hotels too. And hey, stop fretting about the deal with Alex. Have fun and stop worrying”.
“I will. Thanks, I love you”.
“Love you too, muffin”.
~
The sun is shining brightly as I make my way towards the café to meet Thomas for our one o’clock meeting. I was surprised that he wanted to see me today, but it’s not like I have any other plans. Sorry to say, I still haven’t heard from Alex.
Thomas is waiting for me at a small booth at the back of the café; his easy smile reaching his eyes as he stands to greet me upon my approach.
“Abigail, you look lovely, as always. Thank you for meeting me on such short notice”.
“My pleasure, Thomas. It was no inconvenience at all”.
Taking our seats and placing our orders for coffee, he proceeds to fill me in on the proposal. It’s a freelance role, reporting directly to him. I would be assisting with the marketing campaigns - totally my forte - and would even have a desk in the office for my convenience.
“I realize the position is perhaps too lowly for you, given you’ve held my role back in Canada, but it’s yours if you want it. I’ve seen your previous work, and expect you’ll likely run circles around me, taking over as Director before month’s end”, he adds with a wink.
There’s no question I could do the job with my eyes closed, however, it’s a pay-check. One I desperately need.
“Thank you, I’m flattered. And yes, I would like to accept the position. In fact I look forward to it”.
“Splendid”, he replies; his British verbiage immediately pushing my thoughts back to Alex.
I feel a little pang that I haven’t heard from him yet. My avid obsession with him isn’t good. I need to chill out. Just go with it, as Stacey suggested. He’ll text me, or call, when he has the time. At least, I hope.
“Does it work well for you to come into the office on Monday? I can show you around and you can get an idea of how we roll”, Thomas pulls me from my reverie.
“Absolutely. Monday is perfect”, I smile warmly.
“I’ll be sure to have the remuneration package ready for you. But trust me when I say, it will be worth your while”. Taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes flicker mischievously, “Enough talk about work. I assume you didn’t mind my giving Alex Stacey’s mobile number. She tells me you’re seeing him”.
“Oh”, I pucker my lips unconsciously, a little surprised at the sudden switch in gears - and topic. “Yes, I guess I am”, I reply, losing myself in the memory of Alex’s texts and the steamy escapades we’ve experienced since; feeling my cheeks taint in the sudden rush.
Trying to recover, I fumble with my coffee attempting to take a sip. I miss. Nice.
“Uh-oh, looks like you’ve got it bad, as Stacey would say”, he laughs.
Wiping at my blouse, I give another shot at feigning indifference, “Let’s just say… he’s a very nice guy”, I wink.
I like that I feel comfortable with Thomas. How could I not? He’s funny, sincere, and has swept my best friend off her feet. Even if she won’t admit it.
“That he is. I‘ve known Alex for a few years and I can’t say there’s a nicer chap out there. However…” he pauses, tilting his head in the manner of a school teacher about to give a lecture - albeit a fun school teacher. “You’re important to Stacey, which makes you important to me. With that said, I think it wise to warn you that the lifestyle of a man in the public eye, if you will, as he is…” he pauses again in thought. “Well, the life of a celebrity, as high-profile as Alex, can be challenging”.
“Challenging”, I repeat the word, processing it aloud.
“What I mean to say is that you should be prepared for all that comes with dating a celebrity. The public scrutiny, crazed fans, hectic schedule, not to mention the travel. The time apart takes some getting used to”, he finishes, appearing reflective.
Oh my gosh, he’s thinking about Stacey. “Thomas, are we still talking about Alex?”
“Yes. Yes, of course”, he straightens further in his chair.
“Su-u-r-e”, I wink at him once more.
I like him. Though not drop dead gorgeous, he’s one of those men overflowing with charisma; his warm hazel eyes framed in black modern glasses, his short brown hair loosely styled back at its peak. Add to that his aristocratic British charm and dry, witty humor, he’s a great catch. He and Stacey are absolute polar opposites, but he’s good for her. And clearly, very much into her. I know the feeling.
Deciding to let him off the hook, and to avoid further discussion of Alex - the topic makes me lose all composure, not to mention what it does to my panties - I begin to gather my things.
“I really appreciate the advice. I promise to be careful and think about what I’m getting myself into”, I smile warmly. It’s sweet that he’s thinking of my well-being on Stacey’s behalf. Yes, I think he’s very much into my dear friend. “And, again, thank you so much for the position. I’m excited to get back to work”.
“And I look forward to having you on my team”, he smiles as we stan
d. “Enjoy the remainder of your week and we will see you Monday morning”.
“Sounds great”, I reply, shaking his hand once more; a formal gesture after such an informal end to our meeting. However, that’s just his way. I couldn’t have asked for a better boss. Another positive check on my new-life list.
~
Still no word from Alex. I feel ill. Not to mention depressed.
I attempted to keep my ridiculous emotional predicament at bay, perusing several clothing shops in search of some new, and much needed work attire. Unfortunately, many of the shops were over my price range and I ended up leaving empty handed. Although, as much as I’d like to put all the blame on the stores being too rich for my blood, I can’t. With my mind so focused on Alex, I likely overlooked many potential finds.
I was successful, however, in securing a new hotel. Stacey messaged pictures and contact information as promised, but to be honest, I just went with the first hotel suggested. Again, a result of my unfocused mind.
I’m scheduled to check into The Millgrave Hotel on Friday afternoon. From what information I was able to absorb, it isn’t quite in Central London, but that’s understandable given my budget. But it does mean I’ll have to investigate the subway system - or the tube, as they call it here in London. I can’t very well take a taxi everywhere. That would add up, regardless the new pay check.
The idea of having to figure my way around London’s subway by myself makes me nervous. It’s times like these that I miss my best friend - although Stacey’s done more than enough for me already. However daunting the task seems, I’ll just have to pull up my socks and figure it out on my own.
Maybe Alex can help me?
Yeah, right. First of all, the man has yet to call me - and there’s no guarantee he will. And secondly, he’s a famous actor. It’s a preposterous notion.
It really is too bad that I don’t have someone to share the task with. Clearly, I need to put myself out there and start meeting people. Maybe I’ll meet a new friend at the office.
Making my way into the hotel, I take note of my surroundings and realize just how much I’ll miss this place. Particularly my morning walks through Shepherd Market.