Burn Erotica

by Jade Stone

  Their kids were great, a boy and a girl called Ruby and Kane, aged seven and eight, respectively. They still had their Australian accents and were incredibly cute. Their parents were very easy going, letting me do my job without being a pain in the ass.

  I won’t deny their parents were very good looking people, especially their father. I do prefer white guys, and Australian guys have a certain handsome ruggedness you don’t see anywhere else, which Nathan had in spades, it must be something to do with the sun over there. He had thick dark brown hair with a sharp hair line, straight, white teeth and warm, brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled, and boy, did he have a gorgeous smile. When he smiled at me, my heart would flutter, and I would tell myself to get a grip, then drink a cold glass of water.

  Once Simone left for her stint on the mini-series, Nathan was also away most of the time on another movie, the only time I saw him was on his odd day off and he would take the kids out on his own. He was great, he didn’t act like he was God’s gift to women like so many men in this town. He saw his job as a job and had his feet were firmly on the ground. He called a spade a spade and even travelled in his Maserati with his dogs, which weren’t those stupid handbag mutts you normally see around here, they were a Doberman and a German Shepherd, real dogs.

  When he took his kids out, I would spend the time lying by their pool reading, this part of the job was really good.

  Mid-November was rolling around fast, so I started to look for my next place of employment. So I was very surprised when two days before I was meant to depart, Nathan came and sat next to me by the pool.

  “Priya,” he said, in his cute accent. “I need to talk to you.”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  He was wearing sunglasses, but I could tell the look on his face wasn’t good. My heart sank, I had enjoyed this job so much, now I was going to hear a complaint about my performance. I swallowed hard.

  “Do you think you could stay over Christmas?” he asked me.

  I felt the relief wash over me, so it wasn’t a complaint.

  “Yeah, that’s no problem. Not many movies get made during Christmas, did one go over schedule?”

  Nathan didn’t answer at first.

  “No, it’s not quite like that. If you can just please stay until late January, then we’ll relook at the situation.”

  “Sure,” I replied.

  He got up and went back into the house. Obviously something was up, but I wasn’t going to make it my business to ask. Unless clients offer such information, I keep our relationship as professional as possible.

  I found out the very next day. It was splashed all over the newsstands, everywhere. Simone had been caught by a paparazzo making out with the director of the mini-series in a park. She was leaving her husband and moving in with the director. So much for what had seemed like a perfect marriage in Hollywood, they even had me fooled! For now, the children were to live with their father, custody would be discussed later. She was obviously enjoying all the time she was having with her new beau. Nathan told his kids their mother wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas this year, but when the kids asked if she’d be home for Christmas dinner, he couldn’t give them an answer.

  “What do you think?” he asked me. “I don’t want to see her, just the thought makes me feel sick.”

  I knew exactly how he felt. I told him about how I got to Hollywood, I’d followed my actor boyfriend over from London. When I was with him I wasn’t a live-in nanny; we’d lived together in a shitty apartment in LA while I worked my ass off so he could go to audition after audition. I didn’t mind; I had faith in him that he would land something eventually. He did, and he landed in bed with his leading lady as well. As soon as I discovered this, I moved out. That was eight years ago, and I’ve never seen him since, nor has he had another role since. Nathan laughed at that one. I normally don’t get too personal with clients, but decided to ask Nathan a question.

  “Did you ever?” I asked him.

  “Ever what?” he replied.

  “Stray.”

  “No. Never.”

  “Then she’s a fucking fool,” I told him.

  I was surprised I said that, but Nathan smiled. I was starting to feel a certain affableness around this man that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. My heart quickened when he kept smiling at me.

  “I better go feed your kids,” I said, getting up.

  “You haven’t answered my original question,” he told me.

  I felt embarrassed, what had he asked me again? My brain was suddenly blank.

  “Should I say she can come here for Christmas dinner?” he reminded me. “I was just going to send them to her place, but they want her to come here.”

  Oh, that’s right.

  “Well you asked for my opinion, so I will give it,” I began. “Just think of the children, this is about them, and she is their mother. They are going to be very upset and unsettled once they fully understand she isn’t coming home ever again, so not having her at Christmas will make things harder, for them and for you. So this is about you as well, in a way. It will be hard, but just think about the long term.”

  He sat thinking about what I’d said. I wasn’t actually sure if what I’d said was a good idea, I’d just rambled it out. My brain was a bit frazzled, so I hoped I hadn’t given him bad advice.

  “I think you’re probably right. Thanks.”

  “You’re welcome.”

  I turned to leave.

  “Priya?”

  “Yes?”

  “Will you join us? I want others there, if that’s alright, I’m not acting like we’re some happy family again, just because it’s Christmas.”

  “Sure, that’s fine.”

  He gave me a smile, and I scurried back into the house and went straight to the bathroom, where I splashed cold water on my face. I couldn’t deny it anymore, I’d been attracted to Nathan as soon as I’d met him, but I had never dwelled on it. I would never go there with a client, especially a married one, there was no way I ever wanted to be part of some sex scandal in those stinking tabloids. Up until now I hadn’t had any vibe he was attracted to me, but now something felt different between us. And between my legs, it was undeniable, my knickers were moist. He just wants a rebound, I told myself. Stay away from him.

  “Priya?” he called from outside the bathroom.

  He’d been using my name a lot today.

  “Yeah,” I called back.

  “I’m taking the kids out for dinner, will you join us?”

  Blimmie, I tried to think of an excuse to get out of it, but none came.

  “Sure,” I replied.

  Crap. I looked back in the mirror. I was now so hot and sweaty my hair and shirt were stuck to my skin, I’d better have a shower if I was going out for dinner. And change into some decent clothes, if I would be dining with Nathan.

  In the weeks leading up to Christmas I spent a lot of time with Nathan and his kids, and I couldn’t help but feel I was taking on more of the ‘mother’ role than I was comfortable with, or should I say would normally be comfortable with. I had to admit, I was enjoying it more than I possibly should have. Normally I was immune to the charms of the rich and famous, but as I said before, Nathan was different from the rest; must’ve been the Australian in him.

  Christmas Day finally rolled around, and Simone arrived, thankfully without her director boyfriend. She was different, and not in a good way. She was no longer the down to earth Aussie girl; she was now dressed head to toe in designer clothes and had an air to her that looked down on everyone, especially me. She seemed pissed off that I was sitting at the table, even though her parents were there and Nathan’s parents were also there. I made sure I sat as far away from her estranged husband as possible, I didn’t want to be caught up in any subconscious flirting he might do to make her jealous.

  When she finally left, I had noted she’d barely spent any time with her kids, instead leaving them with very expensive gifts. A limo came to collect her
and her parents. I shook my head quietly at how soon the poison of this town can infect some people.

  While I helped Ruby and Kane pick up their Christmas presents and fold up the gift wrap, Nathan came to join us.

  “Daddy,” said Ruby. “You and Priya are standing under the mistletoe.”

  I almost fell over. I was too scared to look, but Nathan did.

  “Oh, so we are,” he said.

  “You have to kiss Priya,” giggled Ruby.

  I froze. My feet felt like concrete as Nathan leaned toward me, his face coming straight toward mine. The heat surged through me as his lips brushed my cheek. Somehow I managed to give him a peck back.

  “Your turn!” said Nathan to his daughter, scooping her up and giving her a kiss as well. “Time for your bed,” he told her.

  He gathered his children and took them upstairs; his parents had already retired for the night.

  I sat on the couch and collected myself. My hands were shaking. I hadn’t felt this way for about ten years. I’d had a couple of boyfriends since my ex, but neither lasted long, and the last time I’d been laid was a one night stand over eighteen months ago. To be honest I’d been put off men, I’d grown comfortable being by myself. I didn’t want kids, so I’d never felt the need for a man to breed. I questioned my situation, what would one of the hottest actors in Hollywood see in a little Indian nanny from the UK?

  I wasn’t ugly, but it wouldn’t exactly be an equal relationship. But Nathan was different, that little voice told me again. I wondered if he liked Indian girls. His ex-wife was Lebanese, and had long dark hair like mine. I was shaken out of my thoughts when Nathan suddenly appeared in the doorway; he was holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

  “Would you like a glass of bubbly?” he asked. “I think you’ve earned it.”

  “Uh, sure, that’d be nice,” I replied, my mouth full of cotton wool.

  He sat down next to me and poured me a glass. I realised the lights were off, the only light in the room was from the huge Christmas tree. The huge white woollen rug his parents had bought him for Christmas lay beneath our feet. Nathan handed me the glass, his face illuminated by the Christmas tree made him look more handsome than ever.

  “Cheers,” he said, clinking my glass.

  The clink on the glass caused an ignition of heat in my pants.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” he said quietly. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me, you are just amazing with my kids. I wouldn’t have coped without you.”

  “Just doing my job,” I replied, trying to sip my wine.

  I ended up gulping it. In the corner of my eye I saw his arm reach over the couch, above my head. I couldn’t look at him, my joints were turning to jelly. His hand came over to the side of my face, he brushed my hair behind my ear.

  “Priya....” he said huskily. “We’re still under the mistletoe...”

  Slowly I finally turned my face. I looked him in the eyes, and I was drawn toward him like a magnet. My lips met his. The lust I had contained for this man was released. I dropped my wine glass and it splashed all over the rug. His wine spilled all over my chest, but I didn’t care. Our hands were everywhere as he pushed me down on the couch, his mouth dropping from mine to kiss and lick the wine from my chest, his hands running over my breasts over the top of my shirt. All I could do was moan as he kissed up and down my neck, his thick hair brushing under my chin, bringing the hot sensations between my legs to a new level. I could feel his hard cock getting harder against me through his trousers.

  “Oh my God, Nathan,” I gasped.

  He started to undo my shirt as I started to undo his, and I realised I had only ever seen him shirtless in movies. His bare chest was even more impressive in real life. He got my bra off and caressed my breasts, my nipples hardening under his thumbs. I caressed his head as he took them in his mouth one by one, his hair again brushing under my chin, my knickers now wetter than ever. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to taste him.

  I grabbed his belt and started to undo his pants; he moaned as my hand met his cock. I slid my head down his torso till I came face to face with his cock, he quickly sat up on the couch and I manoeuvred myself so I was kneeling on the floor between his legs. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft as I looked up into his eyes. He stroked my brow and my hair before I lowered my face and licked around the swollen head of his cock, flicking my tongue around the sensitive underside, then I took him into my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair as I sucked his cock hard, savouring the taste of him, revelling in this moment that I had thought about so many times at night. His cock swelled even more inside my mouth, and I sucked harder, I couldn’t get enough of it. I felt his hands reach down and tug at my pants. I managed to get my pants off with his beautiful cock still in my mouth. He reached down and put his hand on my ass, giving my ass a squeeze.

  “Priya, let me taste you too.”

  I released his cock from my mouth and stood up, and he grabbed me around the waist, his face meeting my soaking wet pussy. I moaned as his tongue met the hot flesh there, separating the folds as he explored my pussy with his tongue. He massaged my ass as I put one leg over his shoulder, running my fingers through his hair as he ate me out deeper. Then he pulled me down onto the couch, onto his face, in a sixty-nine. He held me tight onto his face as his tongue swished all over my cunt, his cock still standing upright and glistening with my saliva in the lights of the Christmas tree. I leaned down and took his cock back in my mouth. I held him steady at the base and cupped his balls with my other hand as I sucked up and down his cock. His balls were beginning to pulse, as was my mound in his mouth. I felt his body stiffen under me, and he grabbed me hard around the waist as he pushed his tongue even further into me, causing me to go into a state of bliss, right before my pussy tightened around his tongue and his balls heaved in my palm. I could feel the eruption coming up his shaft, at the same time my pussy was shuddering all over his lips.

  His cock exploded in my mouth, the warm juices washing all over my tongue. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and savoured the taste as I swallowed his warm cum down my throat, just as I came all over his face. He held me still as my body quivered all over. I sat there panting, still on his face. I pulled my leg up and fell back on the floor, giggling.

  “Oh my God! What have we just done!” I cried, still giggling.

  “I don’t know, but it was good. Didn’t you enjoy it?” he asked.

  “Now that’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever asked me!” I said, sitting up.

  He reached over and put his hand behind my head, pulling me toward him, kissing me again. I lay back on top of him, careful not to touch his cock which would be sensitive for awhile. He held me tight and kissed me deeply.

  “I would like to fuck you properly,” he whispered in my ear.

  “And I want you to fuck me properly,” I whispered back, kissing him again.

  We made out for a while, until what was between our legs was ready to go again.

  Nathan sat up on the couch, holding my waist as I straddled him. I kissed him passionately as I lowered myself down onto his cock. I gasped as soon as it hit my opening; it slid up inside me, filling me completely. His hands lowered down to my ass as I began to slide up and down on his cock. He clasped my ass hard as I wrapped my arms around his neck, throwing my head back as he kissed me all over my chest, his cock getting harder and wider as I rode it up and down.

  I had never made love like this with anyone. I leaned my hips back and his cock hit my g-spot. For a moment I couldn’t think, all I could do was gasp louder and louder as he thrust his hips up higher, pushing into me higher and harder. The orgasm hit me and I became a quivering mess in his arms, then he moaned and held me tighter as I felt his balls emptying, the warm explosion filling me deep inside.

  We held each other tight, until we could both breathe again.

  “You are so amazing,” he whispered, running his hands down my back, through my hair.

  My
eyes closed as he held my head on his shoulder.

  “You honestly give the best head I’ve ever had,” he said.

  “Everyone will suck your cock in this town,” I replied. “But you need a genuine out of town girl to get genuine good head.”

  He laughed.

  “And I can genuinely say,” I continued. “That I’ve never been satisfied by anyone the way you just satisfied me.”

  He laughed again.

  “You need an Australian for the best performance,” he said winking.

  “Sounds like I should’ve gone there a long time ago...” I replied.

  “I will take you there,” he said.

  He gestured at the luxurious white rug on the floor.

  “What do you think of the new rug?”

  “It’s nice,” I replied.

  “I had a special purpose in mind when I asked for it,” he said.

  He pulled me down, toward the rug. We lay down, kissing again as he got on top of me. The rug was so soft and thick I felt myself sink into it; it had to be New Zealand wool. I could feel Nathan getting harder as we made out. I parted my legs as far as I could, and he slid his cock inside me again. He kissed my breasts, and I moaned as his cock filled me up, I couldn’t get over just how amazing his cock felt inside me. I gasped as he began to thrust into me, hitting my g-spot almost immediately. I tightened my legs around his waist, thrusting my hips against him as he thrust harder and harder. I grabbed his ass with both hands, trying to push him deeper and deeper into me.

  We finally came again, and he pulled my waist against his hips as I writhed beneath him, my back arching up and down, my third orgasm with this man the most powerful yet.

  I lay in his arms on the rug, before we fell asleep.

  Luckily the nanny in me is always awake, I woke at five-thirty the next morning and realised his kids or his parents could walk in at any moment and see us in this state. I shook him awake and we quickly went to our separate showers.