by Ada Frost
“The view is awesome, Abby, but now it’s time for your treat,” Sam rasped just as the crown of his cock pressed against my already full pussy.
I paused, a moment of hesitation, and a trickle of fear ramped through me. Lawson held still, fully seated inside me, his hands pressed against my hips holding me to him.
“Relax, I want to feel him fuck you,” Lawson said. I stared down at his wonderfully dark intense gaze. “You’re beautiful, Miss Warner. Trust us to make you feel great.”
I closed my eyes as Sam slowly slid inside me. The fullness and stretch was a sensation I needed to adjust to. Lawson sucked on a tight nipple, causing a deep pull inside me. I succumbed to them, loving the possessive hold Sam had on my hips and the tightened grip Lawson had on my hair. The slow slide of Sam’s cock was torturous, illicit, and so fucking potent.
I was the filling in a decadent sandwich.
“You ready for me to move, Abby?”
“Yes.”
The air filled with moans, gasps, and the sounds of slick skin and our arousal. My pussy pulsed against them as my orgasm exploded in colourful delight.
Sam’s thrusts became more erratic, until he paused, groaning out his pleasure and I could feel him throbbing inside me.
“Fuck. That’s what I call a tight fucking fit. Jesus,” he gasped, jerking his hips and riding out his pleasure before pulling out. The bed dipped as he lay down, disposing of his condom in the bin beside the bed.
Lawson stared up at me, his hands gripping my backside. His hard cock still inside me. A slow devilish grin slid onto those kissable lips.
“Now you’re mine,” he stated in a low intense voice before flipping us over so he was above me. He slowly thrust back inside me.
The intense possessiveness in his eyes caused a strange sensation in my gut. Something I refused to acknowledge. He was my boss, a fuck buddy. A toy. He couldn’t be anything more; I couldn’t afford him to be.
Lawson Stone was a danger to me.
Lacey, Leah, and I had all decided to get ready at Lacey’s house. Apart from she had a warm shower and electricity so I could dry and style my hair, she was also my current clothing supplier. The only new thing I knew I had to wear was the gorgeous matching white lace underwear Lawson had delivered just as I arrived home. The man certainly had an obsession with white lingerie. The sheer amount he had delivered must cost a fortune, but I tried not to think about that, not when his eyes burned with desire when he saw me in them.
Tonight the gorgeous piece was figure hugging and showcased every curve. My pussy was still sore from today’s activities. Taking two men at once and then Lawson fucking me into oblivion, was a little wearing on my lady bits. Something had changed with Lawson. His lust for me was still palpable, but he had taken me with an almost aggressive possession. He hadn’t hurt me, or scared me, but there was an undercurrent of primal ownership.
“You know this is a big deal, right?” Lacey asked me for the millionth time as she reapplied her lipstick.
“Yes. I’m finally beginning to understand.”
“She’s just nervous, Abby.”
“Babe, you’re going to win hands down,” I assured her, heading over to Lacey and rubbing her shoulders. She had been nominated for four different awards, two of which she had been nominated for the previous year. But the big prize, the one she was so worked up over - the Best Adult Entertainment Actress award. She had never been nominated for that, and as far as anyone was aware, no one from Stone Industries had been nominated since Lawson’s mum. Stella hadn’t won, but the whispers around the studio were that Lace stood a very high possibility of taking the prestigious award.
“Just remember when all those bitches are after those sexy tits, they are mine. You belong in my bed,” Leah asserted. I adored her because of how much she clearly loved Lacey. They were perfect together.
“What if I win and fluff my lines? What if I fall getting up on stage? Fuck, I need to think about these shoes,” Lacey said, sticking out her mile-long leg and showing us the extortionately priced shoes. She was essentially wearing three months’ mortgage on her feet.
“You dragged me round York for eight bloody hours to find those. You are wearing them,” I grumbled. Because I still had blisters from that shopping trip. I hated, with a vengeance, clothes and shoe shopping. If I was shopping for me, I grabbed the first thing I found that fit and was on sale. But Lacey, we had to shop for hours. And that was just to find shoes. It took three days to find the perfect dress. And I nearly fainted at the chuffing price she paid for it.
“You, my frumpy friend, are hopeless. What woman hates shopping?” Lacey said with laughter in her voice. Leah held up her hand and grinned. I walked over to her and sat in her lap, wrapping my arms around her neck.
“We were made for one another.”
“Claws off my girl, Abby. Besides, she doesn’t have a cock and isn’t called Lawson.” Lace winked, before bursting into a fit of laughter. The bitch.
“Mr Stone is so uptight I don’t think he even realises he has a dick,” I huffed.
“According to rumours, he is definitely not short of meat down there. And girl, I know you have sampled it. You just won’t admit it.”
I refused to comment.
When a firm knock sounded at the door, Lacey turned into a ball of nerves again. I headed for the front door, glad of the reprieve while Leah tried to calm Lacey down. I pulled the fabric of my dress up so it didn’t trail on the floor. Without my heels it was far too long. I was dreading putting the deadly contraptions on my feet, because I was sure to end the night with either a broken neck or blisters bigger than Lawson’s fat head. I yanked at the door handle as another knock sounded. I opened my mouth to call Sam out on his impatience but the words died in my throat.
Good Lord.
“Hi,” I choked out. Sounding like I’d been chain smoking for the past twenty years.
“Are you ready?”
“I...” Was speechless. Lawson looked great in a suit, he was dangerous in sweatpants, but a tuxedo – I may as well hand him my ovaries now because he had just ruined me for any other man alive. As usual he was immaculate, and the cut was moulded to him like a dream. His bow tie hugged his neck, the white starched shirt soft against his body and that jacket...it highlighted his broad shoulders and slim waist. The man was a walking aphrodisiac.
“Hi,” I breathed, like the pathetic dribble I was. His slow grin, the gentle curve of his lips had me gripping the door tighter. Holding it for dear life so I didn’t fall at his feet in a pathetic swoon.
“You already said that, Miss Warner.” Had he stepped closer? God, he smelled divine. I closed my eyes and inhaled the woodsy clean scent. My entire body throbbed with awareness.
“You look really...nice.” Nice, was putting it plainly. He looked fucking gorgeous.
“Thank you. I wish I could say the same.”
My stomach dropped and a pain lanced through my chest. I’d never sought his approval because in the past I knew he’d had nothing but blatant disregard for me; however, a tiny part of me wanted to impress tonight. I glanced down at my simple white floor length gown. It was halter neck, snug around my chest and hips but flared out with a rather obscene slit up one side that opened to just below my hips when I walked. The silk felt amazing against my freshly shaved legs. I was a little rounder in the arse and boobs than Lace, but it didn’t look tight or anything. Lacey had tried to convince me to wear something a little more daring, but I refused. I wasn’t one of the beautiful actresses. I was simply the dowdy secretary.
Hurt swelled inside me. I hadn’t thought, or I refused to believe I’d had him in mind when I was dressing or doing my hair and makeup. I jerked when his scent wrapped around me, and his cheek brushed against mine. His warm breath made me shiver.
“You misunderstand me, Miss Warner. I wish I could say you looked nice. But you are quite the vision tonight. I expected stunning. I never anticipated breathtaking, Abigail.”
I
released the breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding and stumbled forward into his chest. I lifted my hands and pressed them against the unyielding firmness and brushed my fingers over the expensive fabric of his tux. A large warm hand on my hip held me possessively close.
“Are you going to be my angel in white tonight?”
“Yes.” The word burst forth without restraint. His hand tightened on my hip, pulling me closer so my breasts pressed against his chest.
“I can still taste you. I’m hungry for you, Miss Warner.”
“Lawson, hurry up, mate,” Sam shouted from outside. I sucked in a breath and pulled away from the heat of Stone’s chest. I dared a glance at him. His eyes were dark and hooded; his jaw was set like granite.
“He’s always in a hurry,” he grumbled.
“You don’t like to rush?” I teased, trying to gain some control over my beating heart.
“Some things are worth taking the added time for. When I have you in my arms, I refuse to rush. I like time to savour you.” The deep gravel of his voice sent shivers running through my body. My pulse thrummed through me, and my blood heated, causing my skin to prickle. “As you well know, Miss Warner,” he whispered against my ear.
The horn blared from outside, and Stone made an animalistic growl in the back of his throat.
“We better join Samuel.”
“Let me go get Lacey,” I rasped, feeling shaky and unnerved.
When we all stepped out into the night, I let out a nervous titter. Of course there would be a limousine. Lacey gave me an odd glance, and I knew it was because since going into the bedroom to let them know the car had arrived, I’d acted weird. Lacey suspected something had happened but I’d yet to admit anything. To be honest, I had no clue what to tell her. I suppose I could always just blurt it out — hey, Lace, you know our stuck up annoying uptight boss? Well, we’ve been fucking, and he has a massive cock the size of the dildo you were using during filming. Oh and today, I experienced what it was like to be filled with two cocks.
The feel of Stone, his smell, the heat of him still surrounded me like a physical thing. Tonight was going to be a long torturous night.
I was jittery and a complete ball of nerves. Leah was the first to get into the car, followed by Lacey. I smiled at the driver as he held the door open for me, and ducked to enter the car. Just as I lifted my foot to climb in I caught sight of the stunning, absolutely drop dead gorgeous blonde sitting beside Lawson with her hand resting gently on his thigh as she spoke intimately to him. She wasn’t from our studio. The sight had me taking a misstep. Even though I could feel myself falling forward, I had little time to put my hands anywhere other than Sam’s lap and face planting into his crotch.
Bloody wonderful.
“Hi,” I said with a pathetic wave to the other occupants. Sam wrapped his arm around my shoulders, stifling his laughter.
“It’s been a while since I started the night with a woman’s face on my junk.”
“Hi,” I repeated like a total moron.
“Who is she?” asked the woman beside Lawson. She appeared older on closer inspection and had definitely gone under the knife and had an addiction to lip injections. She looked like she had two red inner tubes stuck to her face, and if she fluttered those lashes, there would be a tsunami somewhere.
“Maybe we could skip this thing. You’re looking mightily delicious in white, Abby. I feel like I need to deflower you or something.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and leaned toward me with a teasing grin. His fingers skipped playfully up the long slit in my dress. I laughed, because I knew he was joking. Sam was much smoother than that when wanting in your knickers.
“I don’t bloody think so.” Lawson bristled. He sat forward, pushing his date’s hand from his lap. “We’re nominated for Best Production Company, Film and Direction. I am not accepting those alone.”
“A little confident there, bud?”
“Exactly, Triple Tease is up for those too.” The interloper purred beside Lawson.
“See, not as clear cut as you think bud.”
“Samuel.” There was so much warning in that one word even I shuddered.
“They won’t start announcing shit until late. I’ll have plenty of time,” Sam said, smirking at Stone.
“Are you saying you’re a quick shooter?” I asked, grinning at Sam. “Why would I spoil my hair and makeup when the event is likely to last less time than it took to put my slap on?”
“I’m worth it.”
Holding my hand up, I pressed my palm against his face and pushed.
“Where’s your tux?” He was devilishly handsome in his black suit, white shirt, and thin black tie.
“I don’t need pretty clothes. It’d be too much for all the bitches to handle.”
I slapped at his arm, earning a deep chuckle.
“But I’ve taken note you like a tuxedo.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t think I didn’t see you and the boss man cosying up in the doorway to Lacey’s place. Have you been getting more action? I’m hurt I wasn’t invited.”
I pushed at his chest.
“I thought so.” He grinned, the smug bastard. Stone cleared his throat loudly. I turned and glared at the turd. “Keep an eye on our girl, there are a lot of bastards out there wanting to take advantage of her.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for. I wouldn’t have come otherwise,” I teased, noting the flare of Lawson’s nostrils.
Sam laughed loudly.
“Miss Warner, may I remind you that you’re here to represent the company, not get laid.”
I purposely looked his date up then down. “Maybe you should lead by example then.” I turned my head, dismissing him before he could reply. How could he fuck me this afternoon and bring a bloody date? What heartless bastard did that?
The limo pulled up to the St Paul Theatre and we all climbed out. I wasn’t expecting photographers and a group of, what I assumed were fans to greet us. Sam posed for a few photographs and answered questions while Lawson stood behind him with a stoic expression. He never smiled, or acted as if he was willing to talk to anyone. Finally, we entered the venue out of the cold night air. Lawson gently cupped my elbow, halting me in the foyer.
“Abigail, I believe I owe you an explanation.”
“Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” a male voice sneered from behind us. Lawson dislodged his arm from the clingy woman beside him and turned to face Steve Stone.
“Why are you here? I didn’t realise they invited the washed up generation in porn. This is an evening to celebrate stars,” Lawson retorted in a rather bored tone. He glanced around the room, seemingly unaffected by his father’s presence.
“Without me there would be no Stone Industries. Remember that.”
“Like your films, you’re repetitive and boring. So if you will excuse —”
“Have you met the film crew?” his dad goaded, the gleeful taunting in his voice had Sam stiffening beside me. We all turned to the man behind Steve who was holding a camera. “I’m the star of a new reality show. They are filming my life. So smile, son, you don’t want people thinking you’re a miserable bastard.”
Scarlet primped at the side of Steve, draping herself all over the older man. She was wearing a scarlet red scrap of fabric as a dress. The thing barely covered her tits. If she coughed, we would all get an eyeful. There were two gaping holes on either side and the skirt — well, let’s just say I hope she’d waxed, otherwise we were all getting an eyeful of hairy muff tonight.
Lawson stepped in front of me. His massive frame completely shielded me. “I forbid any filming of me or Stone Industries employees. If so much as my voice appears on film, I will sue you for every penny you have. And mark my words, you will be worse than penniless, should you disregard me.”
I peered around his arm, to see the guy rolling his eyes, but he lowered his camera.
“Come on,” Sam whispered in my ear, sliding his arm around my waist. “Let’s fi
nd our seats. This won’t be nice to witness.” I allowed Sam to guide me away. I glanced over my shoulder just at the moment Lawson turned his head to watch me go. A discerning scowl marred his handsome features.
“Are they always like that?”
“No,” Sam replied. “Sometimes it’s much worse.”
A few hours, plenty of champagne, and a lot of awards later – my best girlfriend wiped the floor and claimed four of the five awards she was nominated for, and I was beginning to realise Lawson Stone was a lousy drunk. The altercation with his father had taken his mood to thunderous. His leech of a date tried every trick in the book to touch him, but he rebuffed every single advance. It was downright weird. He snapped and snarled at her until she stormed off and joined another group. He wouldn’t even look at me, let alone talk to me. And his speech when he finally collected the award was awkward as hell.
I almost felt sorry for him when they called the winner, and he had to collect the Best Producer alone because Sam refused to accompany him. He stuttered through, and you could clearly see he was out of his element up there. It wasn’t until later when I forced Sam to go on stage and accept the rest of the awards that Lawson appeared to relax, but by that time he’d had a copious amount of champagne.
“I’m surprised Lawson is drinking.” Sam said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. We sat around the large round table. Mr Stone was currently slurring his way through a conversation with some actors and actresses from the next table.
“He’s a lousy drunk, I’ll give you that,” I huffed to myself. I must have said it a little loudly because Sam chuckled softly.
“He doesn’t drink. Ever.” Sam’s smile wavered a little. “I’ve been running interference with his dad. The man is not happy Lawson is ignoring him. I thought Lawson would be okay with the awards. This isn’t him. The hugging the same glass is his usual MO. He will accept a glass to be polite and to stop people offering him a drink. Lawson doesn’t like alcohol.”