by Kara Hart
“Look, I don’t know who you are or what your intentions are,” I tell the guy. “For all I know, you’re some creepy fan. But right now, I need you to help me. You see those people over there?” I motion behind me and his eyes follow.
He looks over at them and shrugs, not understanding the severity of the situation. “Yeah, so what? They look like regular tourists,” he says. He shakes his head and backs away from me. “Look, I’m with some friends on a trip. I don’t need this shit right now. I thought you were actually in trouble. Turns out, you’re actually crazy.”
“No, please! Just get me out of here,” I plead to him. “Please?”
He looks back at the crowd and sighs. “They’re after you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“They’re going to hurt you or something?” he asks. They’re not going to hurt me. That’s not in the contract. I’ve just made a horrible decision. I signed up for something I don’t want and I don’t know how to get out of it. But how am I supposed to explain that to this guy? When I don’t answer, he moves right past me, in the direction of the people, my producers and everyone involved in the show. The people who contractually own my soul…
“Please, I’m begging you,” I whisper. “Don’t!”
But he keeps walking. “Hey, guys!” he calls out. I feel my heart drop and my stomach turn. I fall behind a succulent bush and pray he doesn’t turn me in to them. “You looking for a woman? Red dress? Curvy and hot?” Curvy and hot? Really?
I hear my producer, Jani Jacobson, utter a “yes” and I just know I’m fucked. I’m nearly picking myself up from hiding when I hear the guy reply. He says “I saw her run inside a few minutes ago. She looked frantic.”
The show executives mutter a thank you and when I glance at them, they’re walking back inside. “A thank you would be nice,” the man calls out. He walks back over and throws a towel at me. “Here. Get warm.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “I really didn’t want to have to deal with them tonight.”
“No problem,” he tells me. “Listen, it’s been a fun time, but I think I’m going to head back to my room.” He turns toward the bar and starts walking.
“Wait,” I stop him. “Don’t you want to know who they were?”
“I don’t really give a damn who they are. They look like a bunch of suits to me,” he says. “Anyway, it’s none of my business. I gotta run, but you can keep the towel.”
“Can you stay for a little bit?” I ask him. He looks at me like he can’t figure me out. Now that he’s close to me, I worry he can see how exhausted I am. It looks like I haven’t slept in days. He glances at my tits. It’s not hard to see him doing it. He’s pretty obvious about it.
“Fine,” he tells me. “But you’re going to tell me what your deal is.” I shrug. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. Right now, I’ve had enough fans get the most out of me.
We walk a little way down the beach and he’s stumbling, like he’s pretty drunk. I can smell the rum on his breath. We reach the bottom of a cliff and sit down. The clouds are dark against the night sky, with hint of purple to them. The plants all around us are big and green. Palm trees rustle in the night and the air is warm and humid.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I’ve got his towel wrapped around my shoulders.
“I’m fine,” I say. “You can stop staring at me though. It’s a little weird.”
“It’s hard not to stare,” he tells me. I try not to laugh. “A woman like you is too beautiful not to be adored.” Great. He’s trying to get lucky. I can’t help but glance at his body. Those chiseled abs, the defined curves of each muscle… I can’t help but notice he takes care of himself.
“Give me a break,” I laugh. “I get it. You want to fuck me. Try and contain yourself.” I love seeing the surprise in his eyes. Yes, a woman can talk too. I’m the kind of woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind. I’ve been dealing with a whole lot bullshit this past year and it’s taught me a lot.
“Come on,” I tell him, picking myself back up. “Let’s explore.”
He looks around at the tropical plants and sighs. “I thought you wanted to sit and talk,” he says.
“I did. I’m bored of that now,” I laugh and run forward. A guy like him has to work his way to the top. A woman like me is just not that easy.
Payton
I want to tell her the truth. I want to tell her, ‘Woman, I will fuck your brains out. If you just give me the chance, I’ll live on my knees for you. I’ll beg for just one taste.’
I don’t stop looking at her incredible figure and she doesn’t try to stop me either. She just lets me stare. “So, what’s your name?” I ask her, walking through the sand. We find a grass walkway and take it. It winds up a narrow cliff that looks out on the water.
“Like you don’t know,” she laughs. When I don’t respond, she realizes that I really don’t know who she is. She asks “Wait, you don’t know who I am. Do you?”
She really is crazy. That’s the conclusion I’ve come to in my head. I should turn around and head back to the room, but something keeps me here. Maybe it’s the fact that she keeps me guessing. Or maybe it’s because she’s drop-dead gorgeous and she’s still talking to me. Either way, I’m not going anywhere. Not yet, at least. I’m waiting to see if I can get a key to her room. I’ll beg if I have to.
“No, I don’t know who you are. Am I supposed to?” I ask her.
“No, I guess not,” she says, looking away for a second. She glances back.“I’m Dakota Rogers.”
“I’m Payton Caldwell. Uh, it’s good to meet you I guess,” I say. “Listen, are you an actress or something?”
“Something like that. More like a prop,” she says. She shakes her head and spins around. “Anyway, can we skip all that? I’d rather not jump into it.”
“Whatever you want,” I tell her.
She smiles at me. “You know, you’re kind of odd. Do you always go around trying to save women from drowning?”
“I’m a Navy SEAL. It’s kind of what I do,” I say with pride. I embarrass myself. I’m not a SEAL. Well, not yet. I’m just an ordinary guy who wants to leave my past behind. Truth is, I just want to watch the world burn. Of course, I can’t tell her any of that. It’ll make me look like I’m crazy. “Well, I will be, anyway. I ship out in just a few days.”
“Oh, so you want to be a hero,” she says. “I get it now.”
“It’s not like that,” I say, feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. I tell her the truth: “I want to make a difference. I want to change the world.”
She smiles. “It sounds like you want to get yourself killed,” she says. “I shouldn’t talk. It’s not like my job is honorable in any way. I guess that’s why you’re so fit? You’ve been training?”
“Barely,” I laugh, stretching my arms out. She’s definitely going to take me back to her place, I think to myself. She has to.
She’s clearly crazy, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s hot and the ocean water is dripping down her cheeks, down onto her chest, but when she sees me eying her she covers herself up and frowns. “Can’t we just talk?” she asks, looking offended.
“Yeah, no problem,” I scratch my head.
We climb our way to the top of the cliff, until we reach a jungle that looks out onto the water. It’s beautiful, like something out of a movie. “Nice isn’t it?” she asks.
I nod my head and smile. “Yeah, it’s beautiful,” I say. Not as beautiful as you. I keep all my cheesy lines in my head, but there’s something I need to know. What’s her angle? What does she want from me? I thought she was in danger. Turns out, she knows exactly what she’s doing. I’ve never met a woman like her before. Now I have to stick around.
“I come up here every night to get away from everyone,” she says, breathing in the warm air. “You were right, by the way. I’m an actress. Sort of, at least.”
“I knew it,” I say, smiling. “You’re way too sexy to not be on some kind of screen.”
She laughs at that and looks down, blushing. “It’s what I wanted to be, ever since I was a little girl. But I never really made it. I’m 27 now. I doubt I’ll get my big break now,” she sighs. “It’s not like I care anymore. I don’t want to give you some sad story about how I never achieved my dreams. It’s not like that. I hate the business, now that I know what it’s like.”
“What, are you like a soap opera star or something?” I ask her, not quite getting the point.
“I’m a reality television star,” she shakes her head up and down, until she starts laughing wildly. “You know that show Wedded?”
“Sure,” I tell her, laughing slightly back. “I know it. The one where the girl picks her husband out of like twenty guys? I’ve seen it before.”
She just continues staring at me. “Wait,” I mutter. “You’re on that show?”
“Bingo,” she bites her lip. “And it’s been the worst decision of my life so far.”
“Holy shit!” I practically scream those words. “You’re on Wedded?”
“Oh my God, settle down,” she whispers, looking around us. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“It’s just funny, is all,” I laugh. “I never thought I’d be sitting next to the woman from Wedded.”
“Yeah, well, I’m glad my pain and anguish gives you that much joy,” she says.
“It’s that bad?” I ask. “Seems a little easier than getting sent to Afghanistan to fight for your country.”
“I guess we both signed up for this, right?” she laughs. “No, it’s the worst thing that could have happened to me, I guess. They just basically own me and my pussy. Like, contractually speaking.”
I feel my cock move when she says the word “pussy.” Her voice has this country-girl twang to it, but it’s also sultry and alluring. With each click of the tongue, I’m sent spiraling, wishing I could just rip that towel away now. I want to tear at her panties with my teeth, to fuck her and give her everything I’ve got.
“So,” I laugh. “Legally, you can’t fuck anyone.”
“No,” she says. “Legally, I can’t fuck you.”
My heart races when she says this and her eyes roll up to mine. There’s a few seconds of silence before I place my hand against her towel. I pull it down slightly, feeling my blood pump solid adrenaline. Right now, my cock is calling the shots and it doesn’t give a fuck whether or not there’s a contract of restrictions.
The towel falls and I can see her nipples press against the mesh bra fabric. I gulp down, feeling my Adam’s apple press against my throat. She looks down at my chest and then lower. I’m hard and I hope to God she can see it. I don’t give a damn anymore. It’s late and my cards are out on the table.
“I can’t. I’ll get in trouble,” she whispers. “And I don’t even know you.”
“Why’d you take me up here then? Just to play games?” I ask her.
She looks away and takes a deep breath in. “I don’t know, okay?” she asks. “You came after me, remember?”
“I thought you were drowning,” I repeat. “It’s not like I was out here trying to get laid.” Okay, that part is a white lie. Still, I wasn’t actively trying to get her. She was in trouble. I dove in after her, any guy like me would. It just happened to be that she was fine.
I tell it to her straight. “Look, destiny brought us together, right?” She laughs at that line and I do too because it’s pretty fucking bogus, but I continue anyway. “I’m serious. We were brought together because we’ve both made some complex decisions. I’m going off to war in a few days. You’re going to pick your husband on live television. This is our last chance to be free, our last chance to make a choice for ourselves. Why not go for it?”
She reaches out and places her hand on my chest. She’s shaking and I realize that she’s not as tough as she tries to play herself out to be. She’s scared. Not of me, but of the choices she’s made in her life. Any other person would have given her shit about it. Not me. I understand what it’s like to feel like you’ve run out of options.
Her hand trails across my muscles and she looks down at the center of my pants. “It’ll be our little secret,” she whispers. “No one needs to know?” She exhales sharp and rapid, and drags her hand down to the edge of my pants. Her fingers rest there for a second, fiddling against the inside.
“No one will find out,” I whisper. “It’s our secret. Forever. Like a pact.”
She makes a conscious decision. Her fingers reach inside my pants and grip my hard cock. She looks up at me, and it’s like she’s shocked by her decision. I moan lightly, bend my head forward, and our lips meet.
We kiss each other slowly, as if we’re still figuring one another out. Then, as my lips drag across hers, my tongue licks around her moaning mouth. I push it deep inside, swirling it around hers, until they lock in a heated frenzy. It’s not long until we’ve sped things up, kissing wildly.
She unzips my pants and tugs on my thickening cock. “Wow,” she whispers to herself, eyes widening.
I grab at her bra and pull it down. Her tits are perfect and round. They slope like cherries and I can’t help but cup them with my palms as I kiss her. I fall forward against her as she rests her back on the grassy hill. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says.
“Me neither,” I whisper back, kissing around her neck, and dragging my tongue across her collarbone.
She smells like hibiscus and fruit. Her skin is utterly smooth and, as I kiss down to her belly button, I’m completely absorbed by her beauty. Her body is perfect. It’s thick and curvy, confident and real. I want to feel her, I want to be consumed by her.
I drag my teeth across her panties and bite them off. I reach up and grab her tits as I pull them down to her ankles. I lick up her thigh, feeling her skin prickle with goose bumps. She breathes in deep and she moans loud as I lick up her inner thighs.
“I want to taste every bit of you,” I moan.
I grab her hips and bring her close to me, first licking around her lips. By the time she’s in my mouth, I notice she’s already wet. I wrap my tongue around her clit and lightly suck on her.
“Fuck,” she whispers. “That feels so good.”
She reaches out and grabs my cock. It’s completely solid, harder than it ever normally gets. The rush of this is too much. I don’t know this woman. She doesn’t know me. But that doesn’t stop us from getting what we want out of each other. This may be the last day either of us can and I want to live this night to the fullest.
“You’re so hard,” she moans. I spin her around and lick her, pulling back on her lips. She spits down on my cock, stroking it lightly. Her grip is soft and I’m already about to fucking blow.
I pull away. I don’t want to cum. Not yet, at least. I want to make this last. I lift up her back with one hand and push her body against a boulder. I pick her up and let her pussy rest on my face. I eat her senselessly, inserting three fingers inside her, lapping at her clit. I want to be her dog. I want to do disgusting, horrible things to her. Right now, I need her to sit on my fucking cock. I need to feel her shake before I thrust every ounce of cum inside her.
I pull out a condom and she falls back, playing with herself as I put it on. We’re both pretty drunk as I do this and she’s waiting for me to fill her. I kiss her, pulling back on her hair slightly and then fall back, waiting for her to have the ride of her life. “Sit on my cock,” I command her. “I want to feel you cum.”
“You don’t even know me,” she says, shocked I would even ask. Most guys don’t make a woman cum on the first fuck. Not me. I make them cum every single time.
“You think I give a fuck?” I smile. “Now, sit on this dick and ride me.”
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she says as she climbs on top of me. She’s breathing heavy. She wants this. I don’t care if she wants to play this little game of denying it. It doesn’t change the fact that she’s on top of me, heart pounding wildly.
If she didn’t want to be doing this, she wouldn’
t be grabbing my cock so fast. She wouldn’t have taken me on this adventure up a cliff. We have to be real about this. We’re both looking for an escape and have found it in each other. “If the network finds out, they’ll take me to court. I could lose everything.”
“Just shut up and get on,” I say. Her wet and dripping cunt is directly over my cock, sitting like a target. I push up and feel her lips circle around my head, enveloping my shaft. Each ridge is engulfed by her and suddenly, I’m fully inside her, as deep as I can go.
We both moan at the same fucking time. She falls forward and kisses me. “You’re right,” she whispers. “I needed this. I need your cock.”
“I knew you did,” I kiss her back, biting down onto her lower lip. She hesitates slightly and begins to ride me. I swear to God, I’m getting bigger inside her.
She’s a tight fit and I have to really thrust upward to fit inside. I haven’t fucked someone like her in ages, years even. I haven’t had someone this beautiful take initiative like this. I slap her ass as she rides me and I feel a rush of adrenaline flood through my body again. She’s just so fucking hot. I want her for days, not just tonight.
She kisses me and I feel the adrenaline grow inside me. I work faster. Harder. I want her so fucking bad. My whole life is on the line. Soon enough, I’ll be gone. I’ll be overseas and I’ll have all guns pointed at me. If I’m going to die, I want this to last as long as possible. Tonight might be my last real night to live it up.
She gyrates her ass against me like a fucking pro, spreading her wetness all around my cock down to my balls. “You like that?” she whispers.
“I love that,” I kiss her neck and circle my tongue around the tight flesh. “More than you know.” I feel her skin prickle and her nipples grow hard against me. She pushes her body forward and we’re closer than ever. I can feel her pulse pounding, pounding, pounding.