Perfect Plans

by C. J. Wells

  How does this man do this to me? Turn me completely wanton; ready, willing, and prepared to do anything he asks of me. Whatever he desires, whatever he needs, I’m his for the taking. I stare, drunk with desire; my legs spread along the contours of the chair for his prying gaze.

  His sinfully sexy grin scorches through me as he continues his sensual assault, pouring the cold chocolate tantalizingly at the tip of my pussy.

  “Oh my god!” I scream as it drizzles down, sending a spike through my sensitive clit, the combination of cool heat invading my needy flesh.

  “Yes, baby. Tell me how good it feels. I’ll tell you how good it tastes”, he murmurs, plunging his mouth onto my sex.

  The heated suction of his lips feels out of this world. I can’t withstand my incessant gasps. I moan uncontrollably at his eagerness to swallow me whole as he sucks me, lunging his tongue into my depths. I’m utterly turned on, so unabashedly aroused by his sensual display.

  I fall forcefully into climax; a startling scream released as I plummet into ecstasy. My body convulses uncontrollably in his grasp as he licks every remaining chocolate drop mixed with my juices.

  With his strong hold of my wrists, he secures my hands above my head as he kneels fully between my widespread legs. His free hand quickly unzips his pants before removing his engorged cock, glistening with pre-cum.

  I lick my lips at the sight, my need to taste him equally possessive. Watching with eager greed as he lines the enlarged head within my moistened folds.

  With a forceful thrust, he pushes his cock inside me, my channel yielding to his entry, slick from my orgasm.

  “God...” he groans; his eyes closed in satisfied delight.

  “Yes! Fuck me! Please…” I beg, rocking my pelvis against him, attempting to quicken his leisurely thrusts.

  His eyes open at my vulgar request; his hooded gaze intense, direct, masked in absolute abandon. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you? I’ll give you whatever you want… whatever you need”, he groans, leaning over me slightly, his thrusts quickening.

  Over and over he drives into me; my pussy squeezing his member like a tight vise.

  I scream a steady cry of absolute pleasure; savoring every hard ridge, the crown pushing on my sensitive g-spot.

  Releasing my wrists, he secures my hips, gripping me in place for his momentum.

  My unbound hands grasp his hair, caressing his head at my chest as he moans my name. The intimacy of our coupling reminiscent of centuries past - the uncontrolled need to mate, to be one.

  Gently kissing my breast, he urges me, “Come for me, baby. Come with me…”

  “Yes…” I manage, feeling my body tightening. “Oh, God… I’m going to come!”

  “I’m with you, baby. I’ve got you”, he whispers into my bosom.

  My body stiffening, I scream his name through my orgasm; his shudders above me signaling our mutual abandon as his cum jets up inside me.

  CH

  APTER TEN

  “One frozen-yoghurt milkshake”, Alex places the tall treat in front of me.

  “Why thank you”, I take a sip, enticingly licking the residual froth off my upper lip; my seductive display causing his released moan.

  I like playing with him. He’s given new meaning to the term sex play. Who knew you could do so much with a bit of frozen yoghurt?

  “So, any new movies in your future?” I ask; attempting to weigh lay the boomerang of my playfulness with a switch of gears.

  Of course, I’m completely intrigued by his career. It seems so daunting and surreal. Particularly with how much free time he’s had of late. I imagine it’s temporary. It would be nice to know exactly how much time I will have him all to myself - or how soon I’ll have to get over my increasing addiction of him; a more apt way of putting it.

  “Yes, actually”, he sits down beside me.

  Damn. Here we go. This is where he tells me ‘it’s been fun playing in your little fantasy... time for you to go back to the real world’. Sigh.

  Trying to feign as much indifference as I can muster, I fail miserably with a high-pitched, “Oh?”

  His laugh suggests he’s amused. “Filming won’t begin for another month, at least; preliminary preparations can drag on”, he smiles warmly. “I’m not going anywhere just yet, Aby”.

  “Oh, ok”, I mumble, embarrassed that he can read me so well.

  I’m relieved to learn I have him for at least another few weeks. Hopefully. And even then, what will it be like when he leaves to start filming? Surely he’ll forget all about me, crushing my every dream. No doubt I’ll be forced to purchase every damn movie he’s ever been in - this new one included - just to fill the void he’s guaranteed to leave.

  Dammit. I’ve known from the beginning that he would break my heart.

  “So, can you talk about it, or is it ‘hush hush’?” I ask, hoping to alleviate the pain of my pending heartbreak. “Any other hot actors in the cast”, I wink.

  Laughing shyly he magically heals my fractured spirit. The man could melt a glacier.

  “Well, I can tell you it’s another action film. I really enjoy those”, he begins, his demeanor humbling. “It’s a great cast; Tracy Lynn is co-starring, for one”.

  The beautiful Tracy Lynn. That’s interesting. I can only assume she’ll play his love interest. The notion gives rise to unpleasant - and irrationally jealous - thoughts; including visuals of Alex’s hands on his co-star. Thank God she’s married. Although, in Hollywood land, does that even matter. I shudder at the thought.

  I understand the job requirements, and the subsequent love interests in said movies, however, it’s more than uncomfortable to actually imagine it. He’s likely going to have kissing scenes with her. Hell, full on sex scenes. Ugh. How do they do those anyway? Do they tape everything up? The whole idea makes me shiver.

  “You’ve gone a little quiet, what’s on your mind?”

  “Have I?” my inner actress takes over. “I was just imagining all the work that goes into such a production”.

  “Were you now?” He flashes a knowing grin; turning to face me, positioning my legs between his. “I want you to feel comfortable enough to communicate what you’re thinking about… or worried about”, he continues sweetly.

  I’m thinking you’re amazing, and worried you’re too good to be true.

  “Maybe I should get back to the hotel”, I glance at my watch to avoid his beautiful gaze. “I have to pack for my checkout in the morning. You can fill me in a little more about the film another time?” I smile.

  “Anything you want, any time”, he leans in for a kiss. “So, what hotel are you transferring to?”

  “The Millgrave Hotel”, I reply, catching my breath.

  “You’re joking?”

  “No”.

  “It’s not happening, Aby”.

  “What’s not happening?” I ask, completely confused.

  “You’re not staying there”.

  “Why? Is it bad?”

  “Yes, it is. And there’s no way I’m letting you stay there. You’ll stay with me for the week”.

  “What?”

  “You can stay with me. If that’s ok with you?”

  Come again?

  He wants me to stay with him? This is crazy. I’m upgrading from thinking this is merely sex, to potentially shacking up with him?

  I guess screwing his brains out has had a desired effect - my inner actress notes snidely; the thought making me feel dirty.

  “Alex, I can’t put you out like that”, I reply, attempting to rinse the invitation of it’s sudden Sugar Daddy vibe.

  “It’s no trouble at all. In fact, I like the idea of having you to myself twenty-four hours a day, if only for a week”. He smiles, as though trying to persuade me.

  That smile could make me do just about anything - most notably, lose grip on reality itself as I stare dumbfounded into his gorgeous face.

  I would love nothing more than to spend the week here with him. The thoug
ht of it alone elicits an overload of sensations, particularly between my legs. However my heart is most certainly feeling the attack as well - palpitations from the shock of the incredible invitation with an added burning reminder that his affect on me is not healthy.

  “I don’t know”, I reply, trying to imagine what a week alone with him would do to me - mentally and physically.

  “I want you with me. I want you here”, he states, causing my breath to hitch.

  How does he do that? Halt my heart with one sentence. Yet another token of my unhealthy need for him.

  Biting my lip, I avoid his gorgeous gaze, rimming the top of my glass.

  “Please”. Temptingly, he flashes his mega-watt smile to retrieve my attention until I can no longer avoid its lure.

  “Ok”, I finally manage, smiling at his sexy persistence, despite the added sting that even my peripheral vision is no match against his charms.

  Is this really happening? This is unreal.

  Best… day… EVER!

  “Good. Then we’re agreed”. His tone is light and carefree as though it’s no big deal.

  Looking into his stunning face, I’m simply shell-shocked. It’s a big deal to me. I get to look at this face every morning, every night, for an entire week. Holy crow.

  Taking in my expression, Alex dons that sexy as hell, smug smirk; the one he gets when I’ve conceded to his bidding. The same smug smirk I usually catch a glimpse of when I’ve fallen apart in his arms at his sexy command.

  “Have dinner with me tonight?”

  “Sure”, I smile, a little too widely. I’ll just throw my things in the suitcase in the morning, screw it. “Where would you like to go?”

  “I was thinking we could order in. I have many lascivious plans for you this evening, Miss Ryan”.

  “Is that right?” I ask playfully, his suggestive comment instantly causing my insides to stir, despite my very recent orgasms.

  I’m suddenly filled with visions of having him in my mouth, the memory of his taste making me salivate.

  Officially addicted to this man, I’m a raging pool of need at his feet. You’re not the only one with plans, Mr. Tate, I think to myself, devilishly conjuring up the many lascivious things I’d like to do to him in return.

  “Oh, you have no idea”, he licks his lips.

  Lord… this man will be the death of me.

  ~

  “I’ve cleared a section of the closet for you, and also emptied the top drawer”, he says, laying my suitcases down.

  “Thank you”. I’m dumbfounded that I now have a place in his dresser, as well as in his bed - however temporarily.

  This situation couldn’t be any more surreal. And as exciting as it is, I do worry that I’ll be infringing on his private space and time. Perhaps increase the likelihood of him getting sick of me more quickly, and discarding me for the next ‘treat of the week’. I may be signing my own death certificate with this decision, emotionally at least - although, possibly physically, I ponder, glancing towards the bed.

  “I truly appreciate this. I can’t thank you enough”, I manage, my heightened nerves having skyrocketed.

  Walking to me, he rubs my arms gently. “Please stop thanking me. It’s truly my pleasure. Would you like me to help you unpack?” he asks teasingly.

  “No, no. I can manage”, I answer, his playful tone registering a little too late in my overwhelmed state.

  “Ok. Anything you need, you just let me know”.

  “Thank you. I will”.

  “There you go thanking me again”, he says with a laugh. “Why don’t I make us some lunch while you unpack? You can meet me downstairs when you’re all done”.

  “Sounds good”. Still bewildered, my eyes trace his departure.

  Lost in my surreal reverie, I take my time unpacking.

  I place my underwear, t-shirts and comfy clothes in my drawer, before moving on to hang up my new work suits, skirts and blouses in the closet. To see Alex’s clothes hung neatly next to mine is unbelievable. This feels domesticated. I slide my hands along his hanging suit jackets and dress shirts, smiling wide from ear to ear.

  ~

  “Hey, beautiful. All done?” Alex smiles warmly, cutting a sandwich in two.

  “Yup. All unpacked”.

  “I’m glad. This is your home for the week. I want you to feel comfortable here”. He walks towards me, setting our plates on the island. “Take a seat. Eat”, he says, waiting gentlemanly before joining me.

  Sitting with him; my essentials unpacked in his room; eating lunch together in his home, brings all of the incredibility crashing back. What would it be like to live permanently with Alex?

  What a ridiculous thought to have at this moment. I’m at T minus two minutes and I’m imagining permanency. Get a grip.

  Realty-check aside, I plan to spend my week here enjoying him. Appreciating him. Not just with words, but with actions. Ideally racy actions - my inner dreamer adds, the notion conjuring all of the racy actions I’d like to do to him right now.

  Through accelerated breaths I attempt to finish my sandwich as the path of my thoughts reverberates through my system, oozing uncontrollably from every pore.

  Alex’s raised eyebrow suggests he’s feeling the shockwave of desire I’m emitting.

  I stare unabashedly towards him through each bite, watching his knowing eyes glaze over with lust.

  Pushing back his stool to stand, he takes my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling me up.

  I follow him willingly towards the stairs - I would follow this man anywhere, I realize. Particularly right now, if it’s to assuage this yearning I have for him.

  Releasing my hand as we enter the bedroom, he leans back against the doorframe. His stare is intense, weakening my knees in their flash of desire - the magnetic pull between us, stretching and churning in its need.

  Walking predatorily in my direction, he stops before me, lowering his head slowly to capture my mouth. His kiss is heartwarmingly soft as he cups my jaw in his hands, tilting my head slightly to deepen it.

  I’m lost in him; completely swept up in him and his ability to render me speechless. I absolutely love that he makes me lose all thought with his kisses, all my insecurities of being here completely obliterated once more; every kiss feeling like the first.

  With a gentle push, he walks me backwards towards the bed through the embrace of our lips and tongues. Pulling away, he lifts me gently, searching my eyes before laying me down softly on the bed.

  I reach for him in unspoken need; his body molding over me as he seeks my lips for another passionate kiss.

  I love that this man wants me as much as he does. That he needs me as much as I need him. It’s a visceral feeling. We’re enthralled in each other, in the sensations of our kisses as our coming together imparts.

  Feeling his hardened erection pushing against me, I moan into his kiss, sliding my legs along his length. My desire and need clear in my pursuit to speed things up.

  It’s all for naught, as he takes his sweet time, gently nipping along my jaw and down my neck.

  I remain still, taking my cues from him while he proceeds to undress me in slow measures. Peeling my shirt up and over my head, he rains gentle kisses along my stomach before worshipping my breasts through the thin layer of my white lacy bra.

  “I don’t want anything between us”, he whispers, slowly removing every layer of my clothing; my overheated skin relishing the air-conditioned airflow of the room.

  Leaning forward, I assist in the removal of his shirt, pulling it up along his tight stomach, up and over his strong arms. It’s like unwrapping the most cherished and wanted present.

  Lost in our silent fantasy, he stares lovingly into my eyes as we unfasten and remove his pants, dropping them and his boxers to the floor. Completely naked, nothing between us, as he had said.

  The anticipation of feeling him on me, in me, overtakes my body and I shudder in his arms; his position resumed atop me. His strength and weight
above me feels absolutely delicious, warming my blood with desire.

  In unspoken understanding, our undeniable mutual need declares the undressing experience as foreplay enough. My silent pleas signaling I’m more than ready to welcome him inside me. He spreads my legs with a gentle push of his knee.

  With slow, measured movement, he slides his cock through my folds before leisurely pushing deep inside me. The gentle thrust into my needy core elicits a moan from my mouth as he stares down at me intently.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. You feel so good. So tight”, he whispers, pulling his hardness all the way out, before pushing back in slowly.

  I pull his face down to mine to devour his mouth, sliding my tongue along his, gently nipping his lower lip. I’m lost to the sensations as he maintains a steady, measured rhythm, gliding his hardened length in and out as though he’s got all the time in the world. And I suppose we do. An entire week, in fact. If this is what I have to look forward to for the next seven days, my hesitance at his invitation seems baffling. I could take a lifetime of this.

  Maintaining his languid strokes, he slides his hand down my body, pushing it between us to gently brush my clit, skating his thumb along the bundle of nerves in succession with his thrusts. He’s driving me wild.

  I quake in his arms, screaming in release, my sex pulsating and tightening around his cock.

  Pulling my lips from his, I scream, “Alex!”

  Slowing the gentle glides of his fingers on my sensitized clit, he pulls his hand away, entwining his fingers in mine; our hands held firmly as he drives into me with his final thrusts.

  Our mesmerized gaze locked as he whispers my name, before coming deep inside.

  ~

  Lying next to Alex in his darkened room, sleep evades me as I listen to his steady breathing, relishing in his masculine scent. Though it’s been less than a day since I arrived, it’s incredible how comfortable I feel here. How easily he has made it for me to feel at home. I’m enthralled with the sense of domesticated bliss I find myself in.