“Come for me, baby girl,” I ordered, feeling like every cell in my body was standing on edge. “All over my face.”
The idea must have worked for her because she let out a shuddering gasp before her back arched, practically jack-knifing her in my hold. Her nails bit into me, ten little pinpricks of congratulation, and a keening wail left those perfect lips of hers.
It seemed to last forever, and I drunk up every moment of her ecstasy, feeling it wash over my pride and ego, until finally she sank back with a groan, looking absolutely boneless.
I let go of her legs, gently returning them to the ground where I gently rubbed them to get some circulation back. I could feel her wetness on my face, but I didn’t want to wipe it from my stubble just yet. I wanted to linger in her scent, so it could be proof that this had actually happened. That I had pleasured her yet again and left such a powerful woman so thoroughly sated.
But eventually it grew too tacky and started to sting a bit, so I stood and crossed to the sink in my tiny kitchenette. Grabbing a paper towel, I washed my face. Once I was sure that I was decent, I returned to Amber, who was still sprawled half naked where I had left her.
I was entirely happy to leave it where it was. Sure, my dick was tenting in my gym pants desperately, but she looked so contented that I didn’t want to disturb her. Grabbing a water bottle, I crouched in front of her and held it to her lips.
“Thirsty?” I asked, raising my eyebrow. Hey, I couldn’t help but be a little cocky that such a strong, confident woman looked so utterly blissed out. I had no doubt that many, many people had wanted to do exactly what I had just done to her. I didn’t know where I got so lucky, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth.
She eagerly drained the bottle before swallowing hard. “How dare you ask that, like you didn’t just rock my entire world?” she rasped, the faintest hint of a coy smirk about her lips.
“Yeah, well, one can never be too certain.”
“Uh-huh.”
I was going to ask her if she needed anything else, but suddenly she was surging forward, both of her palms thumping against my chest as she shoved me backwards. Normally I wouldn’t be so easy to move, but I was crouched precariously. I stumbled backwards, my back crashing into the wall, only for Amber to straddle my legs.
I was too surprised to react for a moment, and she yanked at my shorts and briefs hard enough for my dick to spring free. The poor guy strained against the air, already dark with need and the head weeping pre-come for her.
“Holding out on me?” she asked wickedly before scooting right up in my lap.
I couldn’t breathe as she positioned herself, her dripping opening just barely touching the tip of my cock. It was like all of my mind was focused on that single point of contact and I felt like my soul might eject itself from my physical form.
“God, baby,” I whispered, my hands gliding up her body. She allowed me to pull her shirt from her form and her bra as she teased me, making me ache harder than I ever had. “Do you know what you do to me?”
“I have an idea,” she said, that devilish look on her face again. She dipped down ever so slightly, letting the head of my length just barely enter her and it was suddenly all too much. Something in my body snapped and my hands found her hips, yanking her downwards at the same time I surged up.
“Fuck!” was the only sharp exclamation that forced its way out of both of our mouths as I was fully seated within her. She was so warm, so slick for me. She was squeezing me like the softest, hottest vice ever created. I had to hold myself still for a moment, too overwhelmed by the sensation of it all.
“Come on, soldier,” Amber panted after a moment. I looked to her face and my cock jumped within her at the sheer sight of her. She looked absolutely wrecked. Wisps of hair had fallen from her ponytail, her cheeks were ruddy, and her kiss-swollen lips were hanging open as her breath rasped out. I made her like that. Made her look like she had been well and truly fucked.
And we weren’t even done yet.
“You want more?” I asked, repositioning my legs to give me some leverage.
The grin she sent me was blinding. “I always want more.”
I surged up for a moment so that my teeth could sink into the juncture of her shoulder, not quite marking her, but letting her know that if she allowed it, I would make sure every part of her remembered what I could do to her. “Then let me give it to you,” I said after she bucked and whined, tightening down on me like she wanted to squeeze my dick off.
“Please.”
There it was. Leaning back against the wall, my hands found her soft, wide hips again, my thumbs pressing into that perfect, cushy lower stomach of hers, and I helped her bounce in my lap. I let her find her rhythm, watching those luscious tits of hers jump with each movement.
Once I was sure that she was steady, I used my own legs to piston myself up into her every time she lowered herself. The half-gasp, half-scream that punched out of her every time I did washed over me like a drug, and soon I was rutting into her without check.
I’d had my fair share of liaisons since I’d been sexually active, but ever since I had started bulking up and fighting, I always felt like I had to hold myself back. The thought of non-consensually hurting a partner, even on accident, made me want to crawl out of my skin and throw my own body off a cliff. So, I always had to hold myself back, always had to make sure I was careful with the women I took to my bed.
But not Amber.
Never Amber.
Don’t get me wrong, if she wanted gentle, if she wanted me to treat her like the most precious, fragile thing I would. But it was clear she wasn’t interested in any of that. Amber was built to challenge me, to take what I could give her and demand more. I didn’t have to hold back, to be careful. I could thrust and press and take and take and she would just cry out her pleasure at my rough handling. The idea was absolutely intoxicating, and I felt myself getting more than a little drunk on it.
“I,” she gasped, her voice barely audible above the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the squelch of me inside of her. “I think I’m going to come again.”
“You think you can?” I answered, sounding just as feral as she did. She nodded and my fingers bit harder into her hips at the idea. There would probably be little bruises in her soft flesh there tomorrow, and I hoped when she looked at them, she would think of everything I’d made her feel. “You want to come on my cock?”
Her breath hitched at that, hard, and I took that as an affirmative. One of my hands left her hip, sliding towards where we were joined.
My eyes left her bouncing breasts as the calloused pad of my thumb searched for her clit. It was a bit swollen from her earlier orgasm, and I touched it carefully at first before sliding the digit across it.
“Holy…”
She didn’t finish the rest of the phrase because the way she clamped down on me broke the last bit of restraint I had in me. One hand held her in place while my hips pistoned in and out of her hard and fast. I bottomed out in her every time, never stopping the frantic circling of my thumbs.
“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!” My name became a chant on her perfect, reddened lips until finally her entire body stiffened. I pumped her through it, watching as she threw her head back and let out a cry so ragged that I was sure half the shoot heard it.
Color rushed through her body. Starting at what I could see of her neck, racing down her breasts and down to where we were connected. And the way she clamped down on me, walls spasming from her pleasure, well it was all I needed to lose myself too.
I spilled inside of her, pulsing over and over again harder than I could remember ever losing it before. It felt like it lasted for full minutes, even though it was probably just a few seconds. I filled her, sated that primitive, masculine part of me that wanted to claim her as my own.
“That…” Amber groaned as we both came down. “Was amazing.”
I glowed at the praise, letting my hands slide over her body once more, just enj
oying the perfectness that was her. She adjusted herself to lean against my front, and my arms encircled her. It was surprisingly comfy, being cuddled up against her while we were still joined so intimately, and I felt my eyelids flutter as we both relaxed. “Anything for wifey,” I muttered, kissing the top of her head before drifting off.
10
Mickey
The first thing I was aware of was that I had a crick in the small of my back. The second was that my butt definitely hurt. And the third thing was that I felt absolutely amazing.
Just like before, memories of what I had been doing before I drifted off slowly trickled through my head like lazy little film shorts. My mind replayed several parts, from the undulating of those perfect breasts of hers, to the sight of my dick sliding in and out of her slick center, to the way her lips formed a perfect ‘O’ as she came undone around me.
I felt myself harden at the replay and slowly sat up, turning to where I had assumed she’d rolled to. But also, just like before, Amber was nowhere to be seen.
I was alone.
Dammit.
My temper flared, fueled by my hurt, before logic set in. We were on a film shoot. She probably got called away to actually do work.
My stomach twanged guiltily at that. While I didn’t regret getting Amber to bed once more, -well, we didn’t really use a bed- I did feel a bit bad that we had done it on the job. I knew how important her career was to her.
I could always make it up to her later, of course. If she let me. But considering the amazing time we’d had; I was fairly certain she would let me have an encore performance.
In fact, I was banking on i-
A glint on the counter caught my eye. All those good feelings rushing from me, I stood and crossed over to it. Sure enough, it was Amber’s ring.
What the hell?
I had told her she could keep it, an apology from me to her for complicating her already hectic life. She had seemed to accept it at the time, so why was it sitting there in my kitchen?
I picked it up, looking at it like it was cursed. So many questions rolled through my mind and I felt confusion team up with my irritation.
I thought that things had ended on a good note. It was certainly the best sex that I had in ages, wiping me out better than an intense work out. Amber turned me on more than anything, made me feel strong and powerful with the way I brought her so much pleasure. And I had made her come, hadn’t I? Twice even. Not that she owed me anything because of that. It was just…
Confusing.
Well, the best way to deal with a little confusion was to ask questions, so I went about getting dressed and tracking her down.
A quick look at my watch told me that I’d only been snoozing for an hour and a half. So, I hadn’t missed out on that much time. If I had to guess, I would say she had probably showed Amelia her solo choreo already and was letting her run through it on her own.
Or I could be completely full of shit.
Oh well, only one way to find out I supposed.
I made my way towards the company tent, the same one that we had been sparring in. When I had first gone in there, I hadn’t intended for things to end up how they did. Not that I was complaining at all, it was just that I had hoped we would talk things out and I would figure out why she was so short with me. But then we’d been all tangled up together, and she’d been so competent, so full of fire, that I couldn’t help it that my body responded to her.
And then she’d kissed me and well… the rest was history as it was.
Incredibly sexy, hot history that was definitely going to go into my spank bank for a while.
I got to the tent but didn’t find her there. In fact, there were only two people in it, a couple of jacked guys I recognized from some of the videos she posted online. They weren’t her co-owners, I was pretty certain, but some of her first employees. Good guys. And I tried not to be jealous of that.
“Hey, have you seen Amber?”
I felt like if I was anyone else, they might have been more suspicious. But considering I was the lead; they just gave me polite waves before answering.
“Yeah, she’s going over blocking with the extras again since the director added a few shots. She already worked with the other lead on her solo stuff, so I imagine you’re after that.”
“Thanks,” I said with a nod. “Wanted to make sure I wasn’t missing anything.”
“Yeah, of course.” I went to leave but paused when I heard one of them call out again.
“Hey, you’re not, uh, Mickey the Machine, are you?”
I turned and smiled, trying to be polite. “Yeah, I am. Did Amber tell you about me?”
“What? No. I just, uh, I like to watch your fights. Listen, I know this is really inappropriate, but could I possibly get an autograph from you.”
Huh. So Amber never mentioned me at all? That certainly stung. The man must have seen my deep frown because he held up both of his hands. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Geez, I needed to pull it together. The last thing I needed was for rumors to get out that I was mean to fans. “Oh no, I don’t mind at all. Was just trying to think if I had a pen anywhere.”
The stunt worker looked relieved at that and smiled. “I have one actually. Lemme just grab my notebook.”
I nodded, anxious to get to Amber but trying not to show it as I waited for him to get both items. To his credit, he did so quickly, and soon I finished autographing it.
“Thanks man. I’ve been watching you from the beginning, you know. Always knew you were going to blow up.”
“Well thanks for the vote of confidence,” I said, clapping him on the back. “I’ll try not to let you down.”
“Hah, you won’t. I have a sense about these things.”
“It’s appreciated.”
I gave the other guy a wave and headed out, feeling as awkward as I always did whenever a fan caught me out in the wild. It wasn’t that I resented them. No, without people interested in my career I would be absolutely nowhere.
It was just that I always felt like I wasn’t doing enough for them. They came to me with thanks and interest and admiration, but all I really did was punch people. I wasn’t a doctor who saved lives, or even a stunt planner like Amber who created awesome scenes to entertain for years to come.
I was just… a man. A man who was maybe sorta kinda harboring a crush on the most amazing woman in the world.
And I found that woman with the extras right where I expected her to be. She was having them run through what I guessed were their uh… truck shots? No, that wasn’t it. Tracking shots? I didn’t know. She was the expert, not me.
Even as I reminded of how upset I was about the ring thing when I saw her bare hand, I couldn’t help but stop and admire a moment how beautiful she was.
The sun was behind her, casting her in a hazy sort of silhouette and shining golden through her hair. Her thick curves were emphasized, and my hands reminded me just how it felt to sink into her softness. She was femininity and power and everything that I longed for. It was like she was the perfect counterpoint to everything I was, and I would never be as complete as I was with her.
Geez, I needed to make sure I never said that out loud. It sounded borderline stalkery.
“Alright guys, that was good! Let’s take a water and bathroom break and meet back here in ten, alright? Then we’ll do a few more run-throughs and then that might be it for the day. Those of you who have already been picked for close ups, head to hair and makeup.”
The crowd dispersed and I took that as my chance. Marching right up to her, I drew in a breath to keep my voice as steady as possible.
“I thought I told you the ring was a gift.”
I hadn’t particularly been trying to be very sneaky, but she still jumped. Whirling to face me, I saw her pupils shrink down with shock while her eyes were blown wide. Her cheeks held a faint flush to them, but if I didn’t know better, I would have had no idea that her world had been just so tho
roughly rocked less than two hours earlier.
“You can tell me whatever the hell you want, that doesn’t mean I have to accept it.”
“Come on, Amber,” I said, taking another step closer to her. “What’s wrong? We were getting along fine just a minute ago.”
“Of course, you would think that,” she snapped, her voice low so that no one would hear us. “You had your dick inside of me.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Did you not like it?” Had I somehow misread things? As far as I knew, her consent had been repeated, verbal and enthusiastic. Just how I liked my partners. I wanted them to be as happy to be there as I was.
“No! It… it was fine. It was just… inappropriate.”
“Inappropriate?” I repeated. Of course, it was, but she hadn’t seemed to mind before. “And that’s why you’re so suddenly pissed off?”
She puffed up like she was going to read me the riot act, but then just seemed to deflate, rubbing her temples. “Look, I need you to respect my work space. What we did was stupid and unprofessional, okay. We’re just friends, and right now we’re coworkers, and we need to leave it at that.”
“If that’s what you need, then I’m fine with it,” I replied evenly. Really, I wasn’t, but I respected Amber far too much to cause a scene at her job. “And I’m sorry if I crossed any boundaries. But I have to say, you’re sending me very mixed messages here. It really seemed like you were into it. In fact, you initiated.”
“I did,” she said, her cheeks coloring. “And I was. It’s just…” she groaned and stepped even closer, so that we were almost touching. Standing on tip toes, she whispered in my ear, as if she was ashamed of the words coming out of her mouth.
“You called me ‘wifey’.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
Well that explained it.
And wow, was I stupid.
I knew how much Amber wanted to be done with the marriage thing, how she was worried about it hurting her professional career. How it was such a big stressor to her. And I had brought it up like some sort of pet name.
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