Protein Shake

by Alexis Angel

  I sit up and put the vibrator back into my nightstand, sure I won’t need it anymore tonight.

  I have never had that many orgasm’s before in my life. “Thank you, Carter,” I say aloud. As if he could hear me. But it was him who I owed a thank you to, because of him I was able to have intense orgasms.

  Then I walk over to my closet and go inside. There I select some comfortable clothes to wear. I’m ready to try and get some sleep.

  My legs can barely hold my weight up, but I’m dying of thirst. My mouth is dry from how much I had been breathing heavily and moaning for the last few hours. I have never put this much work into pleasing myself and I have to admit that it feels nice. Though I’m a little sore, I know I enjoyed myself.

  I go into the kitchen, grab a glass and fill it with water. I chug the glass and set it on the counter. I feel better, but my mind drifts to Carter. I can’t help it. It’s almost as if he has some magnetic pull over me. I think about how he was looking at me when I was in my black dress. I loved the way he looked at me. Like he wanted me, he desired me.

  I shake my head. I can’t allow myself to think about him anymore tonight. I need to get some sleep. I figure there’s always tomorrow for more play time. That is unless, I can get him to fuck me tomorrow. I shake my head, again. The thought almost all consuming like the desire I had earlier. I’m glad the feeling isn’t as intense anymore. It means I should be able to sleep better tonight.

  As I lay back down into my bed and get comfortable, I make a mental note to grab extra batteries from the store the following day. If we can’t have sex, I’m going to need to be stocked up on batteries.

  As I drift off to sleep, my brain is taken over once again by Carter and his dick. I have a dream where he fucks me in every single hole. More than once and we both cum. He cums on me. And my orgasm is more intense than the others. My body is tense and then numb and then finally relaxed.

  I wake up very early in the morning; I have another orgasm. In total I’ve now had six in a five hour time period. And finally, when I drift to sleep this time, I’m not dreaming of anything.

  Carter

  Stepping into my luxurious shower and under the hot stream of water, my mind goes straight to Ashley. Exactly where it’s been for the last week. I only have eight weeks to go. I can do this. Right?

  I roll my head around on my neck. The muscles are so tense, both from the insane workout I just completed and from the stress of knowing how hard these next weeks are going to be. I haven’t seen her since the night at the restaurant, but Chase confirmed that she’s going to be on the show for the rest of the season—if we don’t sleep together. That’s going to be fucking hard, but I can do it, especially if she’s my prize at the end of it all.

  Maybe all I need to loosen some of this tension is a quick hand job. My fist circles my cock—it’s so rock-hard right now just thinking about Ashley and her sexy-as-sin body—and pumps up and down with a few slow strokes.

  My head tips back and I groan. Oh, fuck.

  It’s not going to take me long. I picture her sweet little ass, her huge and perfect tits bouncing, and my cock stiffens even more, so hard it’s almost painful, aching for release. I tighten my fist around the thick, twelve-inch shaft and pump faster, bracing myself on the shower wall as I feel my balls tighten, my orgasm so close. I imagine coming all over Ashley’s glorious tits, then I imagine what it will feel like to sink into that hot, wet pussy.

  Just as my orgasm is on the verge of ripping through me, the door to my bathroom bangs open.

  I spin around and see Chase and the camera crew striding in.

  “Dude, what the fuck?” I yell, my cock bouncing around as I let it go and step out of the shower, water running down my body. Jesus Christ, they’re just going to fucking walk in while I’m jerking off?

  “Sorry, Carter,” Chase says, though he looks more amused than sorry. “You can’t jerk off now.”

  “The fuck I can’t,” I bite out. “Get the fuck out of here, dude. Seriously.”

  Chase shakes his head, and now I see he really is fighting off a smile. “I don’t mean you can’t jerk of right now, I mean now, as in going forward.”

  “Excuse me?”

  Chase extends a tablet to me, and then I see that not only is this moment being witnessed by Chase and the camera crew, and hence the entire online streaming public, but Lola is part of it too. Talk about a buzz kill. Except I’m so fucking hard that not even that bitch’s face is enough to deflate my raging hard-on.

  “Carter,” she says from the tablet with a devilish grin, “so nice to see you.”

  “Yeah, I bet,” I grit out. Like I said before, this bitch would love to get a taste of this cock. I just know it. Well, too bad. It’s all for Ashley now.

  “Sorry, Carter,” Lola continues, “you signed a clause in your contract that said we could prevent various types of sex if we wanted to.”

  “Wait. What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “Yes,” she says gleefully. “Way back in the day when we were sure you’d lose your virginity within the first season. We had it in place just in case you proved hard—no pun intended—to break. We have the right to count any and all types of sex as against the rules. And of course, you know that breaking the rules forfeits your two billion dollar bonus. So now we’re enacting our right to enforce the clause. You can no longer have sex with yourself. Sorry, babe. No more getting yourself off.”

  This has to be a bad joke. A really fucking bad joke. No way. I’m supposed to go the rest of the show without jerking off? And how the hell is that going to work when thoughts of Ashley have me as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy around the clock? Thank fuck tomorrow is filming for the show. It means I’ll get to see her again. And also that I might get lucky enough to get a little action, even if I’m still determined not to have sex until the season is over.

  Fuck, that seems like so far away now. And just perfect—now that I’m thinking of that, my boner is harder than ever. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I briefly wonder if it’s possible just to cum without any stimulation at all. Ashley has me so horny that maybe my imagination will do it. But then I know I’d be tempted to touch myself, and a hand job from myself is so not the way I want to lose two billion dollars.

  “Sorry, man,” Chase says, and I wonder whose side he’s on after all because surely he had some kind of pull with Lola.

  “Are you kidding me? Sorry?” I point down to my twelve inches of bulging, straining, rock-hard cock. “You’re the one who’s sorry?”

  He shifts on his feet, and I think he might actually feel bad. “It was out of my hands,” he says.

  I scoff. “Yeah, and now it’s out of mine.”

  I can’t even bother laughing at my own joke because this situation is so god-awful.

  Chase and the camera crew start to leave my bathroom—leave me and my raging hard-on to ourselves—when one of the camera dudes moves in for one last close-up. I’m certain that the look on my face is nothing but pure despair.

  Ashley

  Oh my God. Carter Blaine is so fucking sexy that just the sight of him has me squirming in my seat. I can feel my body pulsing and aching for him, the desire to touch him and be close to him is so strong that I can barely stand it. I practically need to have his hands on me, making me come apart. Like, right fucking now.

  The fact that I can’t do anything about it right now because I’m sitting in the middle of a very public restaurant for our lunch date that was scheduled for this week’s episode of the show makes me crazy. I press my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that’s building in my pussy, but all that does is make me realize just how wet I am for Carter. Just watching him walk toward me has my body on fire.

  I think back to the moments we’ve had together. At the strip club, the kiss at Le Cirque, then of course me getting myself off afterwards, imagining all the wicked, dirty things he could do to me. I’ve masturbated to a fantasy of Carte
r for so long now, that the fact that he’s here in the flesh, that we’ve actually made each other cum, that I have had my hands all over his body—it’s all still totally surreal.

  God, I want to fuck this man so badly that I can hardly stand it. I’m sure it’s written all over my face. But I need to play it cool. I can’t act like one of the many simpering idiots he’s had lining up for him for years. I won’t be one of those girls.

  “Hey, Ashley,” he says in that low, low voice, making me even wetter. He leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and that’s when I notice the fucking huge bulge in his pants.

  I swallow, licking my lips involuntarily. I don’t have any control over the reaction, or my body at all, apparently. Because when he straightens up, my eyes are still glued to his package. A package I’m desperate to get my hands on. My mouth on. And mostly—to get my pussy on. I shudder as my pussy clamps down on emptiness at this thought, searching out the very cock that’s teasing me from just an arm’s length away.

  Holy shit. Is this what it’s like for all the other women? No wonder they all fall to their knees and beg for a mouthful. I’m half ready to do it right now. If we weren’t in a public place, I don’t know if I’d have any control over what I did next. Now I feel kind of bad for being so hard on Lorraine.

  But not that bad. Because her failure has set me up to get my share of Carter Blaine and his formidable cock. I get him all to myself for the next eight weeks. I could hardly believe it when Lola called and let me know the change in plans.

  Looking up at Carter, I catch the smirk on his face and realize I’m still staring at his crotch. My face flaming, I look away quickly. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. I mean, I seduce men for a living. But everything is so different when it comes to Carter. In every way.

  “Like what you see?” he asks.

  I pick up my menu and give him a coy smile. “I think I see a thing or two that have my mouth watering.”

  He chuckles, and I swear I see his cock twitch in his pants. Pulling a chair around from the other side of the table, he seats himself close to me.

  “Is that so? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need to be completely satisfied,” he says, continuing with the innuendo.

  “Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin as I purse my lips. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something on the savory side. You know…nice and salty.”

  His grin widens. “I have just the thing. And I can promise, it'll definitely fill you up.”

  Oh God.

  I’m half afraid to stand up because I’m so wet I think I might leave a puddle on the chair.

  Carter rests his hand on my bare knee and runs his fingers slowly up my thigh. The white tablecloth mostly covers his hand, and I hope to God he doesn’t stop.

  My breath comes faster, small pants that match my racing heart.

  Glancing around furtively, I raise the menu up so that no one can see me, and I take his other hand and slip his finger in my mouth, my eyes glued to his. His pupils flare, darkening with desire. Desire that I’m causing. He wants me as badly right now as I want him. How the fuck are we supposed to make it through this date?

  His fingers inch higher, and I pull my mouth from his finger with a wet popping sound that makes him groan.

  “I definitely need to be filled,” I whisper. “I’m practically starving.”

  It’s pretty much the truth. I’m so hungry right now for a taste of his cock that I’m out of my mind with lust. And as his fingers go higher and higher, brushing my inner thigh in an erotic tease, I think I might actually cum before he even really touches me.

  Then his hand is there, grazing the outside of my soaked panties.

  “Fuck, Ashley,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”

  I nod. “For you, Carter.” I’m practically ready to give him anything he wants, right here. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.

  He takes his other hands and wraps it around my neck, bringing his lips to mine in a crushing, bruising, needy kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone like this. And I’ve watched him for years. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking with an urgency that I feel my hips respond to. I thrust them forward, grinding against his hand as we continue to kiss, and I’m this close to coming when he suddenly pulls his hand back.

  He breaks the kiss and watches me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to decide where we’re taking this. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t even care at the moment. Fuck this lunch date. I need to get out of here—with Carter.

  “Come on,” I say, standing from the table. “Let’s take this to my limo.”

  Ashley

  My desire has gotten the best of me, my body craving Carter’s hands all over me. Our fingers are interlocked as I pull him to my waiting car, and the intimacy only turns me on more.

  “Slow down,” he pulls me into him, my ass bumping into the hard bulge in his pants. His control and dominance is just so sexy.

  “I can’t,” I whisper over my shoulder and he presses his lips to mine, my pussy creaming at the taste of him.

  “Where are you taking me?” he asks after pulling away. Our bodies are pressed flush against each other; I can feel the curve of his cock on my ass.

  “We need some privacy,” I explain absentmindedly, looking in each direction for my car.

  “Hmm,” he hums before kissing my neck, his tongue making a sloppy appearance.

  His hands are wrapped around my waist tightly as I struggle to find my smartphone in my purse before dialing my driver’s cell. We look like that couple that needs to get a room as Carter kisses my neck, our bodies melded into one. Tilting my neck, I move to give him full access, that masterful mouth arousing me in the best way.

  “Johnny!” I yelp into the phone as my driver answers.

  “Are you ready, ma’am?” he asks.

  “Yes, I’m ready. Please come to the front,” I order impatiently and he agrees before ending the call.

  “Where are we going?” Carter asks, his hands massaging everywhere they touch.

  “Anywhere but here,” I glance around, shocked that no one has realized who Carter is. The last thing I need is a crowd of his fans snapping pictures as he makes a meal out of my neck.

  “My cock is fucking throbbing for you, Ashley,” he whispers in my ear and my abdomen muscles clench sweetly.

  Arching my back, I press my ass into his bulge, and his hips rock forward, our bodies straining against each other, both hungry for more. Turning to face him, I run my nose along his, our lips less than an inch apart. Staring into his eyes, I cannot believe how much he can turn me on without even touching me.

  It’s more than sex actually, I feel something deep in my heart for him, a feeling I’ve never felt for anyone, let alone a work subject. There’s something special between us, in addition to the incredible attraction I feel whenever I’m in his presence. My body leans into every touch, every kiss, always wanting more, feeling more.

  “I want you so bad,” I whisper, almost to myself, but Carter hears me and takes my face into his hands, again sliding that tongue of seduction through my lips, swallowing my moans.

  “Is this you?” he asks, pulling away from our kiss. I’m so lost in the disappointment that the moment is over, I don’t pay any attention to our surroundings.

  “Your car?” he smirks, reading my confusion.

  Turning around, I see the black limousine I’ve had driving me around for the day. Johnny jumps out of the driver seat and scurries to the back door, holding it open as I look up to Carter. I can see the weariness on his face, mixed with a bit of curiosity. I could tell him my plan, but I think it's best if I just show him.

  “Come on,” I whisper in his ear, biting his lobe before walking forward, tugging his hand.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice laced with suspicion, yet he willingly follows me
into the luxury vehicle before Johnny closes the door behind us.

  “I needed you alone,” I explain as we settle into our seats. Glancing down, I can see the bulge in his pants; it looks quite painful actually.

  “Yeah, I’m about to split these pants open if you don’t stop teasing me,” he rubs his hand over his crotch, again reading my thoughts.

  Johnny gets in the car, and straps on his seatbelt before looking into the rearview mirror, our eyes locking as he silently asks for the plan.

  “Just drive around the city, Johnny. I’ll let you know when to stop,” I instruct, and he nods before pulling into traffic. Climbing over Carter, I reach to the control panel on the door beside him, my ass poking in the air as he grins that knowing grin as if he is completely on to my plan.

  “I know what you’re doing,” he whispers in my ear and I look back at him innocently as I push the button, which controls the partition. Instantly, a black glass rises, separating us from Johnny.

  “I told you I wanted a little privacy,” I finally say, my body still stretched across his lap.

  “So now that you’ve got me in privacy, what do you plan to do with me?” He tilts his head as if he’s truly interested in what I have planned, but I’m still not going to tell him.

  “I don’t know, maybe get to know you a little better?” I shrug, and his hand slowly moves from my neck, tracing the seam of my dress, outlining my breasts, and trailing down my midsection until they find my ass.

  “It seems I know you pretty well, Ashley,” he whispers into my ear as my body melts beneath his touch. He’s right; he definitely knows how to control my body. He knew what I liked and what I wanted from the first time he ever laid eyes on me, that is undeniable, but I do actually want to know more about him.