by Jamie Knight
“You do?”
“Sure, the money bit. I can’t say I get the boyfriend banging my baby sister bit. For starters, I only have brothers. Five of them, actually.”
“Oh, your poor mother!”
“I know, right? And it’s not like she had any help, what with our dad pretty much acting like a seventh child for her. I grew up with beans on toast being a Sunday feast, and acting isn’t always a lucrative gig. I’ve waited my fair share of tables and laid thousands of bricks on building sites. But, luckily, I invested what I earned and have a nest egg to dip into when jobs are scarce.”
“I can only imagine how hard it is to get a job as an actor in this town.”
He nodded in agreement.
“Getting blood from a stone would be easier. I was too tall or too Irish for most parts, except for the ones that called for a tall Irishman. What I like to think of as the Neeson niche. Though Liam and I are vastly different. But,” he said and grinned, “I finally got lucky and nailed a pretty big part on a T.V. show last week. I’ve already been paid more than I earned my first six months here. I’m on a contract. They think it’ll be as big as Friends. And it’s all thanks to you, actually.”
I placed a hand on my chest, feeling stunned.
“Me?”
“I got the call the day I met you. You’re brought me luck. So, thanks!”
“Ummm, wow, you’re welcome,” I responded, still a bit flabbergasted. “You should’ve told me on the way here. We could have celebrated more.”
“We can celebrate later. Alone.”
I giggled and felt my cheeks flush.
I had better hurry up and change the subject before I said something embarrassing. All I wanted to do was grab his hand and lead him out of here so that we could celebrate together alone now, but that would be a very stupid thing to do.
“What’s the show about?” I asked instead.
“A rag-tag group of friends struggling through life in Millennial America with an Urban Fantasy twist. The promotion calls it Girls meets Being Human. I play Finn O’Hanlon, the whacky, lovable Irish one who is also secretly a very tall leprechaun. I think they’re trying to subvert expectations, like having Arya kill the Night King in Game of Thrones. Hmmm.”
He paused to think.
“Maybe I should have flashed my moderate success more. Made Kenny really jealous.”
I waved that comment away.
“Honestly, I’ve forgotten all about Kenny. He’s really not worth my time,” I said and meant it, surprisingly. “He exploited me when I was too young to know better. To know what he was like, and now that he’s doing the same to Raquel… well, it makes me realize how bad of ap person he is, but it’s not like she’s blameless either.”
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Gavin pronounced, chuckling.
“As far as I’m concerned, they deserve each other.”
“Agreed!”
We milled about some more— he was too good of a dancer to pass up some more turns around the dancefloor— and I had another cocktail. Gavin didn’t, since he was driving. But it turned out I didn’t have to drag him out by the hand because he was clearly anxious to leave, too.
“Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” he asked me.
“I say that sounds like a great idea,” I agreed.
We left the party and Gavin drove us in happy silence back to my apartment. After parking on the street, he got out and came around to the passenger side of the car, opening my door to help me out.
He made me feel like a goddess. I wanted so much for him to kiss me again, and I also wanted him to do a heck of a lot more to me than just that, if I was honest with myself. But I knew I wasn’t hiding it from him so why not admit it to myself?
We walked up onto my building’s low cement steps, and he took both my hands in his.
“You’re truly something special, Maggie. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you or imagining this moment.”
He lowered his head and kissed me on the lips. It was just a soft closed-mouth smooch, but there was intention and energy behind it.
He moved to leave, but I didn’t let go of his hands. Instead, I held on as if my life depended on it. He looked at me, the surprise clear on his face.
“Would you like to come up?” I asked, my voice already trembling. “I, uh, haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.”
He ran a fingertip down my cheek.
“I would love nothing more than to come up.”
We’re really doing this, I thought, as we entered my apartment. I wanted to jump up and down with glee, but I restrained myself.
Kind of.
Before Gavin had even closed the door behind him, I’d pulled the top part of my dress down to my waist. After taking off his elegant suit jacket, he silently followed me into the bedroom.
This is actually happening.
It still seemed unreal.
I had only known him for such a short amount of time, really, and we were going to fuck, but somehow it felt like we’d known one another for eternity.
My pussy got tighter and wetter at the very thought of seeing him naked and hard in front of me.
“You’re not really Catholic, are you?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
“Why?” he asked, taking off his white dress shirt.
“I just didn’t want to get you in trouble or anything.”
“With whom?” he asked, sounding bemused.
“Well, with God, I guess,” I said, stopping to ponder the question.
He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty.
“God and I have an understanding. We mostly leave each other alone these days.”
“Well, that’s good,” I said.
With my back to him, I pushed my dress off my hips and allowed it to fall in a pool of fabric onto the floor. Now fully naked, I turned around to face him. The awe on his face told me he liked what he saw— well that, and his magnificently hard cock.
And the same was true for me. He was naked now and I was in awe at his chiseled chest, his six-pack abs, his strong, muscular abs.
I had never seen anyone look so sexy and I couldn’t believe he was standing right in front of me, ready for me to devour.
“Come here, love,” he said, holding out a hand. “You’re a sight for sore eyes. I knew you would be beautiful, but wow, you take my breath away.”
I went to him, taking my time, feeling a little embarrassed at being completely naked and plus sized to boot. Not every man had appreciated my curves— Kenny had often suggested I’d look better if I lost a few pounds.
But Gavin said, “Wow, wow, wow. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
I nibbled on my lower lip and looked anywhere but at him.
“Why so nervous?”
“I know I’m not stick thin or amazing to look at when I’m naked—”
“Ssssshhh, darlin’ girl, yes you are amazing to look at, and I don’t like stick thin. I like your curves. Every part of you is perfect. I couldn’t want for anything more.”
He took my hand and enveloped me in a warm embrace. He stroked his fingertips up and down my spine and planted wet, gentle kisses on my lips, cheeks, and nose, as if trying to calm me down so that I could enjoy the moment.
I leaned against him, letting out a deep sigh as my self-consciousness and worry fled, leaving me entirely in the moment.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, kissing me on the top of my head. “The sound of a good, contented sigh.”
I sank gently out of his embrace and down to my knees, coming to eye-level with his beautiful, rock-hard cock. I must have really turned him on.
Reaching out with trembling fingers, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, nearly getting it all the way around it. He was just so big.
He let out a moan of surrender, and I took the sight of his long, wide dick in. Fully hard, he was nearly the size of my fist.
Letting out a breath, I opened my mouth. His coc
k went in easily. I just held it there for a while, savoring the warm, comforting sensation of pleasuring him like this as he hardened even more.
He fisted his hands in my hair and tugged gently.
“That’s it, darlin’. That’s it.”
Keeping my hand around the base of his cock, I slowly started to suckle the head, rotating my tongue softly around, before gently moving my head back and forth while also stroking up and down.
It was a little difficult because he was so big and filled my mouth up, but I did my best, stroking and sucking his cock simultaneously, but also making sure not to neglect his velvety balls.
He released my hair and put a hand on the back of my head to encourage and guide me as I orally pleasured him, using every trick I could think of to make him feel good, going slow so I wouldn’t screw up and hurt him with my teeth.
His whole body tensed, and his breathing sped up, and I knew what was coming next. With a grown, he exploded into my mouth. I did my best to swallow his cum, only losing a few drops, which I wiped from my chin with the back of my hand.
Gavin took me by the shoulders and pulled me back up into a standing position.
“You’re magnificent, Maggie.”
He feathered his fingers up and down my cheek as he bent down to kiss me.
While we were still kissing, he reached down and cupped my ass, and lifted me up so that we were face to face. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.
As we kept kissing, he carried me over to my bed and laid me down gently while continuing to wrap his tongue around mine. Eventually, he broke away and kissed down my neck, moving his hands from my butt to my breasts as he did, softly kneading the tender flesh, making me tremble with delight and anticipation.
Luckily, one of the moments I was waiting for the most, which was when he would take one of my nipples in his mouth, didn’t take long to happen. I let out a gasp and then a moan, not knowing they were coming until they happened.
Taking this as the encouragement it was meant to be, Gavin put his other hand between my thighs and started kissing his way down, leaving his first hand on my breast where he’d initially placed it, as if not wanting to let go of me.
And I didn’t want him to, either.
Wasting no time when he got to his destination, he buried his face between my legs, devouring my pussy in a way I’d never thought possible. His every move sent shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through me, often several at the same time. I feared I might just pass out from sheer pleasure.
Hanging on to consciousness as I came, I shook hard, calling and crying his name while he held me gently. I knew he was older than me, and after my ex, I had sworn off older men, but
I was serious when I had told him that I liked the age gap, though. It wasn’t going to be like it had been with Kenny. Not a chance.
As though to prove my point, Gavin began stroking the head of his cock against my still pulsing and fluttering pussy. This was something Kenny had never bothered to do, no matter how much he pretended to care about my pleasure as well as his own.
It was clearly an act with him. But with Gavin— ironically, my fake fiancé— everything felt genuine.
Gavin was trying to make sure I was used to the sensation before penetrating me. Kind of like knocking before going in. As it happened, I was more than happy to accept his arrival, and he entered me with a light and gentle grace.
He went easy at first, sliding in little more than the head, no doubt trying to gauge how much I could take of his huge girth. This was something I had been wondering about myself, and I was pleasantly surprised by the answer.
Gavin managed to get almost all the way inside me, to the shock and delight of both of us, and then he started to slowly move like a gentle tide.
“Harder,” I whispered when I thought I could take more.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “You like my big cock in your tight little pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I yelled. “Yes. I love it. Keep going. Harder. Faster. Yeah!”
I prompted him the same way through each step of intensity until finally, my butt hung off the edge of the bed, my legs up over his shoulders, and Gavin pounded his ginormous cock inside me for all he was worth, which was quite a bit.
We exploded simultaneously, Gavin pulling out just in time to shoot his hot load across my belly and boobs.
“Sorry,” he said, breathless.
“I’m not,” I said, smiling and cleaning myself off with some tissues from the box by the bed. “Feeling you against my skin was worth the mess.”
I was on the Pill, but it was better to be safe than sorry. And watching his cum squirt out was a turn-on. I kind of regretted not being able to have it in my mouth again because it really did taste good.
Just then, I could hear Darcy coming into our shared apartment. The jingle of her big keychain was unmistakable.
Great.
Her timing was not so impeccable. I really wasn’t in the mood for a lot of questions, really just wanting to bask in the happiness while it lasted.
“Shit,” I whispered.
“My place?” Gavin asked when the door to Darcy’s room closed.
“Sure. Since we’re pretending to be engaged, I might as well see where you live,” I said. “Just in case anyone questions me about it. You know, like a pop quiz.”
Gavin grinned.
“It’s only fair. After all, you showed me yours.”
“And then some,” I added with a wink.
I didn’t want to bother with the dress again, so I threw on the minimum needed for going out in public, neglecting my underwear, since I had a feeling Gavin would have them off again shortly anyway. And Gavin quickly got back into his suit, stuffing the tie into the jacket pocket and leaving the shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned.
He looked more than fuckable and incredibly sexy.
It was time for us to get out of here and continue this party at his place.
Chapter Ten – Maggie
Gavin’s apartment wasn’t what I’d been expecting at all. He lived in a spacious, open-concept, two-bedroom condo in West Hollywood.
My first thought was that the part he was playing on the TV show must really be paying him well, and then I remembered he had mentioned he’d invested money.
I walked around the place, trying not to pinch myself to see if it was all real. I could hardly believe that I was even fake engaged to such an ambitious and talented actor who was beginning to make his way up in the world.
“There’s plenty of room here if you’d like to sit down,” he said, flopping onto his overstuffed suede couch, “or, if you like, we could go straight to bed.”
I could tell it was an honest invitation. I sensed no pressure at all.
I wanted to fuck him again, but my pussy was still recovering from the hot sex we’d just had. It hadn’t hurt, at least not in too bad of a way, but it might if we did anything again too soon.
“Couch now, bed later,” I said, sitting down next to him and leaning into his warm embrace.
It was the most diabolically comfortable piece of home furnishing I had ever sat on. At least for a second, I honestly thought I could just sit there forever without moving.
Or at least I would need some assistance if I were ever to get up. In which case, I was glad I’d have Gavin there if it ever came down to it.
When my body bumped into his on the sofa, he felt hard and muscled. And very nice. Of course, the part of him that got really hard was exactly the one that I wanted the most.
I was still in slight shock about the size of his cock. Not only that it was so big, but also that I was able to take it with little trouble.
I felt pretty proud of myself and would definitely like more. Even though it was supposed to be a fake relationship, how Gavin helped me feel was very real.
Barely moving so as not to disturb me, Gavin picked up the remote from the arm of the couch and brought the entertainment system to life, the DVD player making a soft
whirring sound.
The massive TV blinked to life, and then the menu for Gangs of New York appeared before our eyes.
Using another remote, Gavin dimmed the room’s lights to provide an even more authentic theater experience.
I could really get used to this.
As the disc spun, we cuddled even closer. I could feel the vibrations in Gavin’s chest as he delivered all of Liam Neeson’s lines along with him.
“What are you doing?” I asked playfully.
“Sorry. Force of habit,” he said.
“No, I like it,” I admitted.
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s sexy.”
“Well, wait until we get to Priest’s retort,” he said, with a wicked grin.
We did get to Priest Vallon’s retort, and I could actually feel my pussy getting wet as I heard Gavin utter every word. I had read that women responded more to sound than visual stimulation, and now I was really beginning to believe it.
I started doing Jenny’s lines along with her for fun, not even trying to do an Irish accent since I didn’t want to insult him. I knew it would be really, really bad.
“Why don’t you do the accent?” he asked.
“Really?”
“Sure.”
I tried doing it as best as I could, and he laughed, making his whole body shake. Then he kissed me on the forehead, and I couldn’t help giggling a bit myself.
“Adorable,” he said.
“Thanks?” I said, hoping he meant it in a good way.
“And sexy,” he said, his voice full of smolder.
“Oh!” I said, feeling a tingle move throughout my whole body.
“I don’t think I told you, but I have an audition for a movie tomorrow and want to do well.”
I sat up.
“That’s great, but don’t you have a regular series?”
“Aye, but it is always good to have a couple things going at once. And the series doesn’t have a non-compete clause. You never know when a show might get canceled, and there can be a lot of downtime between shoots. Some pro actors work on five or six projects a year.”
“Wow!”
“It takes some dedication and a bit of name recognition, but it can be done. There are also your character actors who seem like they’re in absolutely everything, but no one really knows their name. They usually get to be known as that guy in all the movies.”