Body Heat

by Mia Ford

  “What we’re going to do next. The furthest thing from your mind will be your clothes. Trust me.”

  I don’t say another word after a rush of adrenaline takes over and it’s as if he’s pouring fuel on the fire. I want to know what he has in mind. I thought that having sex on his stairs was it, or even the other things that he mentioned earlier. I’ve crossed a line, and I want to know where it takes me. I don’t want this night to end, not ever. I just want it to go on and on.

  Chapter Five

  Eric

  I head up to my bedroom, drop the used condom in the trash an then sprawl her naked ass on my legs. She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel her quivering like a leaf blowing in the wind. She doesn’t even look up, but I bet she’s smiling. I’m amused at the idea of picking her up and spanking her. I haven’t had sex on the staircase for a while. Then again, the most I’ve been doing is jerking off lately. That’s the price of fame. I’ve lost my sex appeal; there’s another new star getting all the girls that used to run after me. But not this one. She’s mine for the night, and I intend to pleasure myself every way possible as she’s in my arms.

  I blurt out, “I’ll be gentle at first.”

  Her skins so fucking smooth and as for her pussy, I can suck that all day long. It’s so fucking sweet.

  “What are you going to do to me?”

  She speaks! She flicks her dark hair to the side as she waits for an answer. She’s been so quiet; it’s been unnerving. I want a willing partner, not one that I feel as if I’ve bullied into silence.

  “I’m going to give you a good spanking.”

  I pinch her ass, “Shit, your ass is just as tight as your pussy. It’s fucking perfect.”

  I clap my hands in the air just once to put the second lights on, twice would have my bedroom light up like a Christmas tree. I don’t want that, it’s still dark outside, and I want to just see her sweet ass turn peach as I spank it.

  “Eric, are you going to spank me? What did I do?”

  She reaches out her hand, and I think that she’s going to hold on to my legs, but instead, she lengthens them on the bed.

  Good, she’s fucking learning.

  I raise an eyebrow thinking that she thinks that this is all fun and games. I was serious when I said that I’m going to spank her. Punish her for not obeying the rules from the start.

  “When I told you not to touch me, I meant it. But you didn’t want to listen. So this is the price that you need to pay.”

  “I’ve only been spanked by my dad.”

  “Now, you’ll be adding more to your list. It’s going to sting at first, but then don’t think about it so much. This is different to when your dad spanked you. This is pure pleasure; you’ll enjoy it just as much as I do once I’m done with you.”

  She lets out a little laugh and says, “My dad never spanked me naked.”

  Too much talking, so I start to rub her ass and then get on with it. I can tell that she’s nervous as she starts to shake slightly.

  “Remember. Pain than Pleasure. Here we go.”

  Her head flops down, and then I can tell that she’s scared, so I take it one step at a time. I rest my hand on her cheek and then I lift my hand up slightly and then slap it against her cheek. I can see a little explosion on her skin, and she mumbles, “Ouch!”

  I don’t stop as I lift up my hand higher and the blows are steady and sharper. The only sound is my hand on her cheeks. She’s no longer squirming; there’s a different sound leaving her mouth. One of enjoyment as she’s no longer clinging on to the bed, but sighing every time I spank her.

  “Hmm,” she hums after I spank her a couple more times. I know that she’s embracing and enjoying the pain that I’m inflicting on her tight butt.

  I love a fucking good spanking, it always gets me in the mood, and there’s nothing sexier than having a girl on your knee wanting me to spank her, and she loves it. I can tell as she continues to turn her screams into groans.

  I love taking control and witnessing the dominance that lays beneath me. I stop as my erection starts getting out of control. Fuck, I want to be inside of her so badly right now.

  “You fucking loved it didn’t you?”

  I’m rubbing her cheeks thinking about my big cock being inside of them and taking her once again.

  “Hmm, yes much more than I thought I would.”

  “That’s your punishment for the night.”

  She laughs, “I don’t remember ever enjoying a spanking like that when I was little.”

  Shit, if it weren't just for one night I would make her come back every fucking night. It’s as if she’s built to be dominated. Not like the other fans, who want more and start getting greedy. No, Valentina’s different. She was reluctant at first, but now she’s had a taste I can tell that she loves it and the crazy part about it, is that she’s not the only one.

  I’m rubbing her cheeks, and she’s grinding herself against my cock. Fuck, it’s as if she wants me to take her again. I know that she does, I slide my finger into her pussy, and that’s when I have the confirmation that she’s wet.

  “Fuck, you’re dripping again!”

  She wants me and the way that evidence is right in my pants right now. I push my finger deeper inside of her and slip through her folds once more. She starts to plead, “Don’t stop!”

  As her cock arches up in the air and then she starts to whimper as I push deeper inside of her and she opens her leg begging for more. I put another finger inside of her, stretching her further. Her pussy’s so fucking tight, and I move my finger in small circles making sure that no fold is untouched. Her body starts to hum as I bring her to the point of no return. I know that I should replace my cock with my fingers but watch her come has me frozen. I would greedily take her without hesitation if she didn’t look the picture of perfection at the moment. She starts to hold on to my legs, and then I warn her as she arches up.

  “No hands!”

  She quickly moves her hands away as I start to prepare to see her no longer moaning, but gasping for air as I circle slowly inside her tight pussy. So, fucking slow that it feels as if a minute has passed every time I do a full circle.

  “Fuck! I wanted to watch, but I need to be inside you again.”

  She flips me onto the bed with no warning, and I can’t wait for him to join me. I start to replace his fingers with my own and try to make the same movements that he did only a few minutes ago.

  I close my eyes as one hand is in my pussy and then other is on my breast.

  “Fuck!”

  I see him unbuckle his belt and drop his pants. He’s watching me, and I can tell by his expression that he loves the view.

  “Don’t fucking stop!”

  Chapter Six

  Valentina

  He says as this time he puts the condom on and starts to strip his clothes. Then, I’m so near the edge that I can’t watch him.

  I want to see his body.

  I close my eyes and continue to pleasure myself in front of him. I continue to squeeze my nipples feeling sinfully good and hum as I start to find my rhythm. It didn’t take long for my body to start to shiver and for me to climax.

  “Now, it’s my turn,” Eric moans as he comes on top of me. I can’t even protest because he’s perfect shape of a body is on top of mine and he’s wrapping his fingers around my hips and pulling me close towards him.

  With one violent thrust, he rams his cock into my pussy. It was so unexpected because I’d just come. I couldn’t have sex again. I needed to rest, but my body betrays me as my sex roars back into life, and instead of telling him to back away it welcomes him with open arms. My wetness starts to draw him closer to me, and my once tight pussy starts to stretch allowing all of his cock to enter me.

  He drives deeper inside of me as he growls like a wild animal and he’s holding on to my butt pushing me deeper into the bed. His other hand is on my shoulder as he holds me firmly in place. It’s as if I’m being possessed by him as he takes every par
t of me and all I can do is scream. Yell at the top of my lungs as the once pain turns into pleasure once again. We start rocking together in unison as our orgasms take a hold. I can’t even hold on to him, I feel so weak, but the energy that I’m exerting feels as if it’s another woman’s body. Not mine. As a connection builds between us. I didn’t even think that it was possible, we haven’t even had a conversation yet, there’s a burning sensation happening and all I can do is close my eyes and enjoy the ride.

  The one that he promised I’d be taking tonight. He’s a man of his word. The famous actor who’s been a shining star in my eye for so long thrusts inside of me one more time before shouting out, “I’m coming!”

  Then he starts to pick up his speed and then I completely let go as I’m no longer fighting the pleasure that I’m experiencing at the moment and then my body clenches and tingles. As he starts moving at such rapid speeds and then all of a sudden he stops. I’m too tired to speak as he flops to the side and the only thing I can do is close my eyes as sleep takes over my body.

  “You are fucking unbelievable has anyone ever told you that?”

  I whisper, “No.”

  “Shit, you’re tired.”

  He lifts up the covers and says, “Come lay next to me. Get some rest. We’ll have a shower later. I’ll rub you down, and you’ll get your energy back again.”

  I hope so because I feel so weak. I didn’t eat that much today and if I knew that not only was I going to be losing my virginity, but I’ll have a marathon session with Eric. I would have had a triple hamburger just to keep me going for the rest of the night. I had a feeling by the way that he was stroking me, he didn’t just want us to have sex in the shower. He did want us to have sex all night long. This was the best birthday gift ever, something that I wouldn’t regret for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Seven

  Eric

  This is fucking crazy!

  Something that I would have done back in my hay day. I wouldn’t hesitate to take a girl back to my place, but that was before actors like me used to get caught with underage girls. I’d seen one too many of my co-stars get caught out that way, and the one woman that was safe to take back to the crib was one of the stars at least we didn’t have to worry about their age. They’re the safe bet; it doesn’t matter if they’re married or not. At least no one runs the risk of ending up in court.

  I head down the stairs as I look at her sprawled like an eagle on the bed. She’s completely exhausted; she works in a bar. There’s no way that she’s under age. She can’t be. And she said that it was her birthday, but she didn’t say how old she was going to be. That wasn’t even a session, last night and even the early hours of the morning we were still at it. It’s as if the more I take her, the more I want. She’s a piece of candy one that I don’t feel like giving up. Not now. She made me think of something other than drinking, which hasn’t happened in a long time. I feel as if my head’s spinning, but I want to make sure that we managed to pick up all her clothes that were scattered on my stairs.

  When we grabbed something to eat earlier, I let her wear one of my shirts. Fuck! She looked as sexy as hell with her tight butt teasing me and when I got the whipped cream and put it in between her pussy that was the only thing that I was hungry for, tasting her all over again.

  I’m broke. Well, not quite. I still have the house and the cars, but it won’t be long before they’re knocking on the door wanting to take one of them or even worse all of them.

  I can’t let that happen; I need to be fucking positive. I fucking read like a preacher last week, but there’s one problem. They still haven’t called me. I check my phone by the nightstand, and there’s nothing.

  Fuck!

  Maybe I do need a drink even if it’s too early in the morning. Then again there’s no time limit when I feel like complete shit.

  I grab my pants from last night; I’m too tired to start searching for something to wear. Besides, I know that the only two people in the house are Rosetta and Valentina. Before I used to have one housekeeper, a gardener and a couple of other staff. Now, I can’t even afford to keep the garden up. Let alone the rest of the house, but Rosetta stays and does the best she can. If I don’t get the movie deal, then I won’t even have her anymore. She’s been with me for so long and calls me sentimental, but the idea of her leaving fucking cuts like a knife.

  I put on a shirt, and then I start to head out of my room, before looking at Valentina once more. I want to see if she’s sleeping or pretending. I shake my head at the idea of her going through my shit once I leave the room. I get close to her just to make sure that she’s still fucking breathing. After confirmation of that and her mumbling something in her sleep. I turn and head out of my room. I’m going right down to the living room to get a drink and then like yesterday. I’ll decide what part of town to get completely drunk in if Florence doesn’t call me today. The agony of staying at home with no phone call is too much to fucking bear.

  “Señor Turner is that you?”

  Rosetta shouts out; maybe she didn’t think that I was at home.

  “Yes,” I say as I notice that there are no clothes on stairs. I’m sure that we picked it up, but I can’t remember anything right now. The only thing that was on my mind was taking Valentina in as many ways as possible without ripping her pussy apart.

  “Good afternoon Señor Turner, did you have a nice night?”

  I nod my head, ignoring her question and I wonder why she’s saying that it’s afternoon when I’m sure that it’s the only morning. I look at my phone as I start walking towards her and see that it’s just after one. Fuck, my eyes must be playing tricks on me, because a few minutes ago I thought that it was eleven. Not one in the fucking afternoon. Even better, that means that it’s civilized to be drinking this time of day. Not that it ever bothered me before. Usually, I don’t even care what time it is, just that I’m fully stocked up.

  I scratch my head as I see the front door wide open, but no car. Why’s my car not in the driveway. My merc, the one I left parked before I left.

  “I’ve been here all night,” I reply as my eyes dart towards her and back to the drive. I swear that when we came home from the bar, my car was parked outside.

  “So, where’s my car?”

  “They came to take it Señor Turner. They said that they told you. I thought that you not here, so I didn't want to wake you. Sometimes you leave things around but you not here.”

  Shit, they told me that I had until Monday. Not that it would have made any difference. If Florence does call, it takes time to sort out the contracts and all that. I’m not going to get any money overnight, but at least the prospects of getting some, which is better than my bone dry bank account at the moment.

  “Who?”

  I want to make sure that it’s not some thief. Maybe it wasn’t the creditors, and I’m just being paranoid.

  “Señor Turner, they came for not just the Mercs,” her chubby fingers take hold of my arm as if she wants to make sure that I’m paying attention. Some part of me is still looking out on the drive. Wondering if my car will show up. I loved that car, back when I was famous it was a gift from Mercedes. All that was needed was for me to drive in the car. Until they broke the contract and all of a sudden it was on my list of creditors.

  “They came for all of them.”

  “All of what?”

  I wish that she’ll stop talking in riddles and get to the point.

  “The bike, the Merc and the Cruiser.”

  Fuck!

  All my vehicles have been taken in the blink of an eye. It shows that I haven’t been paying attention. I knew that they were coming for the Mercedes, but all of them.

  I feel weak as I step away from her and use the door to balance me. She doesn’t stop talking as she starts to get in a panic.

  “They had some papers, and I thought that it was you, so I opened the gates. I didn’t ask properly because I just came in and wanted to talk to you about something and the
n when I saw you not in. I just let them in and then by the time I realize that they, not you. It was too late,” she sighs as she’s probably reliving this morning.

  “Why did they come so early?”

  I’m talking to myself if she’d just come in and she tends to get her around seven to seven-thirty they must have come real early. Especially for a Saturday morning.

  “This not the first time they come. Just I never get to tell you before. But they come. Cars are gone and me sorry. So sorry, Señor Turner.”

  I nod my head, “It’s not your fault.” I pat her on the shoulder as I walk inside leaving the door wide open. I stand in the hallway like a jilted groom not knowing what to do with myself. I can hear Rosetta telling me over and over again that she’s sorry. I told her that it wasn’t her fault, I’m not going to repeat myself. She told me the bad news. The only thing on my sober mind is that I need a fucking drink like a newborn baby needs milk. I know why Rosetta was looking for me this morning, she hasn’t been paid in weeks. I can’t deal with that right now.

  She knows that I’m fucking pissed about the cars.

  I just can’t deal with another fucking thing right now. Not until after I’ve had a drink.

  Chapter Eight

  Valentina

  I can’t believe that I’m in Eric Turner’s house. Okay, this isn’t the way that I expected to meet him, but the idea that I’m here has me completely star struck. I woke up and discovered that he’s not in bed. Part of me felt so embarrassed about the fact that I’d given myself to him in so many ways.

  I debate for a minute whether to jump in the shower or not? It’s not my house, and I’m making myself at home.

  Then again, I can’t see Eric begrudging me for taking a shower, at least to freshen up before seeing him again. I crawl out of bed and then walk across into the bathroom. The same one that he was giving me a body rub in not too long ago. I stand by the door wondering whether to lock it or not. It’s really silly because it’s obvious that he lives alone. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been taking me on a grand tour trying to make me come in every part of the house. Even then I don’t think that we went everywhere. I didn’t even know where we were most of the time. I knew that he just couldn’t get enough and I was ever so willing to give it to him.