12. Lee
12
LEE
When I heard the knock on the door, I grinned, ran a hand through my hair, and planted the bottle of red wine I had just been pouring from onto the counter. Showtime.
I knew from the moment the thought had crossed my mind that Maya would say yes to my invitation to come over for dinner and a few drinks over the weekend. I’d been hitting her with every ounce of flirtation I could, and though she tried to keep things professional, I’d seen her mind wandering to a few places it shouldn’t have, given that we were meant to be working together.
Fooling around with her had been fun, but damn, I needed more. I needed to go all the way with her, and I intended to make that happen tonight. I had cooked dinner, I’d picked out the perfect bottle of merlot, I had invited her to my apartment, I had even offered to cover childcare for her for the evening—everything it would take to make sure she would be totally capable of relaxing and enjoying herself for the night, without getting distracted by anything else that might be going on inside her head.
And she’d accepted. Well, everything but the childcare, which she insisted she could cover herself. Fine by me—as long as I got her alone, I was happy.
Not that I’d minded meeting her kid the other day, Matty. He was pretty sweet, and it wasn’t as though I didn’t have plenty of practice in handling excited elementary schoolers who wanted me to sign their backpacks. I knew some people in the business found it annoying, being swamped with attention from children who couldn’t seem to tell the different between fantasy and reality, but honestly, I liked it. It was fun to play into their fantasy and let them live in that place of childish wonder for a little longer—God knows I wished I’d had the chance to do that when I was a kid, not that I was ever offered the opportunity…
I pushed that thought aside as I answered the door and found Maya, standing in a short emerald dress, staring up at me with a cocked eyebrow.
“Exactly how much security do you have on this place?” she asked as she slipped her coat from her shoulders—the fabric grazed the skin of her arms, and I couldn’t help but let my gaze trail along the shape of her waist and her hip. The dress she was wearing hugged her body perfectly, and it was all I could do not to push her against the door, lift the skirt over her hips, and pick up right where we had left off.
“Enough,” I replied. “I don’t want us to be disturbed tonight.”
A small flush rose to her neck, but she laughed.
“You’re lucky I got up here at all,” she warned me. “I think they wanted to keep me out of here. Didn’t like the look of me.”
“Then they’re crazy,” I replied, hanging up her coat. “You want a glass of wine?”
“I’d love one. Wow, your place is amazing…”
She cast her gaze around my apartment, and I grinned. Yeah, this place was my favorite of the homes I had around the state—it was always where I came when it was time to entertain, with the dim lighting, artificial fire casting a crackling glow over the couch, and the suggestive abstract paintings on the walls.
“I think your living room alone is twice the size of my apartment,” she joked as I returned from the kitchen with a glass for her. When I handed it to her, our fingers touched for a second, just as they had when I’d given her the coffee back in the trailer, and she drew her hand back swiftly.
“Wait till you see the balcony,” I teased, clicking a button on the remote sitting on the edge of the couch, sending a couple of glass doors sliding open across from us. Her eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her head.
“Wait, there’s a balcony…?”
I led her outside, where I had the table laid up for dinner—I could have hired staff to take care of it for me, but I knew that the personal touch would always be way more attractive than anything anyone else could do. Besides, I liked to cook, and it wasn’t like I got much of a chance, given that my dietitian had me on a strict regime to make sure my abs popped on camera the way the studio wanted them to.
I left her to admire the view, returning with the delicious pasta I had made from scratch earlier today. When I emerged onto the large balcony once more, I found her leaning on the bar, looking down across the glittering lights of the city below. A slight breeze pressed her dress against her body, and I could make out every single curve the fabric was still hiding from me, a promise of just how well things were going to go later tonight.
When she caught a whiff of the food, she turned to face me, a smile spreading across her face when she saw what I was bringing out for her.
“Woah, this looks amazing.”
“Glad to hear it. I pride myself on my pasta.”
“You made this? From scratch?”
“I sure did,” I replied, passing her a plate as she took her seat at the table—her fingertips lingered on her wine glass for a moment, so delicate and feminine they could have come from one of the paintings adorning my living room.
“I can’t do much more than boil some rice,” she laughed, reaching for her fork. “This is…this is really impressive, Lee.”
“That’s the idea,” I shot back, taking a sip of my wine and letting the heavy, musky taste of it rest on my tongue for a moment before I swallowed. She was watching me carefully, taking in every little detail of the way I moved. Oh, she knew exactly why I had invited her here tonight—and I was glad neither of us were under any delusions about just what we were going to get up to as soon as this food was done.
“Have you always lived in the city?” she asked as she paused between bites, casting her gaze out over the view again. I chuckled.
“No,” I replied. “I was a small-town kid. Grew up in a trailer in the ass-end of nowhere with just my parents.”
“Oh, really?”
She sounded surprised. I didn’t know why I’d been so honest with her—I didn’t make a habit of spilling my guts like this on a first proper date. Hardly the sexiest thing in the world, listening to me talk about my past.
“Yeah, but I got out here as soon as I could,” I replied, turning the conversation somewhere a little more charming. “Couldn’t wait to get into my career.”
“You always knew you wanted to be an actor?”
“Of course. I loved movies when I was growing up.”
“Me too,” she agreed, a smile creasing her face. “It just felt like an…an escape, you know? My family didn’t have a lot growing up, even before Mom and Dad passed away, and when I sat down to watch something, I just felt like I could unlock a portal to another world. I loved it.”
“Yeah, exactly…”
I was surprised at how well she put it, the exact same way I felt about my childhood and the magical worlds that existed on the other side of the screen, the ones that I’d wanted to vanish into. I had sworn to myself that I would find a way into those worlds, and I’d thrown myself into developing this acting persona to make it happen. Of course, I had actually managed to pull it off, much to the surprise of everyone who had doubted me when I was growing up—but I didn’t keep in touch with them any longer. I was my own man now, and I didn’t owe them a damn thing.
“That’s how my son came to be such a fan of your movies, actually,” she confessed. “We have a movie night together every weekend. He picks one, and then I pick one, and trust me, he always wants to watch something with one of you three in it.”
I chuckled. “He seems sweet,” I replied, glad to be back on some safer ground.
“Oh my God, you should have heard him after he met the three of you,” she giggled, shaking her head fondly. “I think he’s going to be boasting about that for the next ten years, at least. You made his day. No, his year.”
I grinned. I liked to hear that. And liked even more that it seemed to make her so happy in the process too.
We chatted about the movie and the food and the city, sharing stories about our lives here and our experiences working in the industry—I was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed, but I guessed that was what happened when you lifted the weight of wondering what was going to happen at the end of the night from your shoulders. We both already knew we wanted one another, and nothing could change that, no matter how distracted we might be by our conversation.
Soon, though, we’d finished the food, and made a decent dent on the bottle of wine too. I could see that her cheeks were slightly flushed as she trailed her finger around the bottom of the glass, her mind drifting somewhere far from the confines of the conversation we were having right now.
Beneath the table, our knees brushed against each other—I could see the way her body registered it, shifting slightly toward me, her hair falling into her face as she leaned into me.
“You know,” I murmured as I reached out to push a strand back from her face—fuck, the way those green eyes burned into mine, it was difficult to think straight. It could be the wine, but I was intoxicated by the way she was looking at me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what we did in your trailer the other day.”
I let my finger trail down her cheek, along her jaw. She inhaled sharply, goose bumps appearing on her neck. Oh, so she liked it when I talked a little dirty to her? I could give her more…
“The way your pussy felt under my tongue when you were coming for me,” I continued, letting my voice drop a little lower, my hands slipping to the side of her neck. I could feel her trembling, responding to me, even as her cheeks darkened. It was clear that she wasn’t used to being spoken to in this way, with such brazen lust, but that just made her all the cuter to me. Knowing that this was so new to her, knowing that she was so fresh to being romanced in the way that I would romance her…there was so much more I wanted to show her, and my head spun with the possibilities of where to start.
“Nobody’s ever spoken to me like that before,” she confessed quietly, and I let my thumb graze over her bottom lip.
“Do you like it?”
She hesitated for a moment, as though not sure if she could admit it, even to herself. But then, she nodded.
“Tell me. Tell me you like it.”
Her eyes flashed with a daring flirtation before she spoke, rising to the challenge on the spot. “I like it when you talk to me like that.”
“Good girl.”
I teased my thumb over her bottom lip, slipping it into her mouth slightly, and she brushed her tongue along the underside, as though on instinct. I could only imagine how perfect that mouth might feel around my swiftly hardening cock, but right now we had done plenty in the way of foreplay. No, I wanted all of her. And I wanted it now.
“Come here,” I ordered her, and she rose to her feet at once. With a hand on her waist, I steered her toward me, guiding her over to my side until she had sunk down sidesaddle onto my lap. She crossed her legs, almost demure, and I rested my hand on her bare knee. As beautiful as she looked in that dress, all I wanted was to see what lay underneath it.
“You feel how hard I am for you already?” I murmured, gently gripping her hip to hold her in place as I pressed myself against her. She nodded, her tongue tracing over her lip, right where my thumb had been, as though she was trying to mimic the pattern of it.
“Just seeing you in that dress has got me like this,” I continued, letting my lips come close to her ear so she could feel my breath on her skin. “Can you imagine how I’d feel when you’re out of it…?”
I let my finger tease down to the zipper at the back of her dress, right there on the balcony—with all the security around and the height of the building we were in, it wasn’t as though anyone could see us, but the thought of stripping her down and showing her off right here sent another shudder of arousal through my body. I wanted everyone to see us together. I wanted them to hear her as she took my cock for the first time, to listen to those helpless little sighs and moans she let out when she was getting close to the edge.
I half expected her to bat my hand away and tell me to take her inside, but instead she closed her eyes and let her head drop back as I began to inch the zipper down her body. The straps slowly slipped down from her shoulders, and I pressed a kiss into a spot of bare skin along her collarbone, slipping my other hand around her waist and pulling her toward me. She tilted her head, allowing me access to the soft, fragrant skin of her neck as I slowly undressed her, right there on the balcony.
Finally, the dress fell from her shoulders and she shrugged it off, letting it slide all the way down to pool on the floor below. Beneath, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and there was nothing but a pair of black lace panties between her and total nakedness.
“Fucking hell, Maya,” I groaned as I leaned back to take in the sight of her—I pulled her toward me so she was now straddling my lap, her breasts just a few inches from my face. “If I’d known you were hiding this under there, I wouldn’t have let you get in the door before I had you naked…”
She giggled, but I could tell she was a little self-conscious, wrapping her arms around herself to cover her chest. I moved my hands around her waist, gazing up at her.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s been a long time since I’ve been this naked in front of anyone,” she admitted. “I was dressed when we…when we fooled around before, I guess I just…”
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I assured her, moving my hands up to guide her arms away from her chest. “You’re fucking perfect, Maya. You know that?”
She glanced away from me, clearly not sure how to react. But I caught her chin in my hand, guiding her back toward me so she could see the expression on my face.
“I mean it,” I murmured. “Every word of it. You don’t believe me? Let me show you…”
I pulled her toward me and kissed her again, slowly at first but then slipping my tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss. Her arms dropped from where she had wrapped them around herself, and she took hold of me, her hands on my face, kissing me back. I let my fingers slide to her hips, pulling her down on top of me so she could feel how hard I was for her, how fucking badly I wanted her.
Soon, she was grinding right there on my lap, kissing me like she had forgotten that we were outside, that we were technically exposed to the world right now. She didn’t care. Slowly, slowly, I inched the panties down her body until they slid off her feet, leaving her completely naked on top of me, every inch of her perfect body displayed like the greatest gift I could have asked for.
I was rock-hard by now, my cock aching for some kind of attention. I had waited long enough for my relief, and now that I had this gorgeous woman on top of me, willing and naked and panting in my mouth like she could hardly hold herself back, there seemed to be no good reason not to take what I knew I needed.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock into my hand—the tip was already glistening with precum, and she gazed down at it for a moment, her eyes a little hazy with lust. And then, to my surprise, she reached down, brushed my hand away, and took hold of my erection herself, lifting her hips and guiding me against the soft, slick folds of her pussy.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she worked her way down on top of my cock for the first time. She moved her hands to my shoulders for leverage, holding on to me tight, and I leaned back, watching the look on her face and the tension in her body as she moved down to engulf me. Seeing her like this, utterly in control, utterly commanding her own pleasure…fuck, I couldn’t think of anything sexier than seeing how much she wanted me, how little she was willing to wait to take what she knew she needed.
After a few moments, she had taken my full length inside of her. The tightness and the wetness and the warmth of her wrapped around me was downright intoxicating, a million times more so than the wine. I let my hands roam over her ass and her thighs and her hips, feeling her softness, her curves, while she rocked herself back and forth on top of me a couple of times as though getting used to this new sensation.
I could watch her taking her time like that all day long, the feeling of myself buried deep within her warmth so good it could go on all night. But at the same time, an impatient, demanding part of me needed more—and as she began to pick up the pace of her movements, I knew she was thinking the exact same thing.
I grabbed her hips, holding her steady as I began to move up and inside her, grinding myself as deep into her as I could with every thrust. Her hands came to the back of my chair for support, her eyes burning into mine as she came closer and closer to the edge. The tension that had been building between us since the moment that she walked through my door was finally bursting and breaking, and neither of us could hold back, moving against each other as though we had been starved of this for far too long.
The sound of our bodies coming together filled the air, leaving no room for anything else. I drew her head down to mine, pressing our foreheads together so I could taste her breath on my skin. Her eyes didn’t move from mine, like she was drinking in the sight of me like this, enjoying how lost I was to the pleasure she was giving me. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her off in that moment, nothing she could ask for that would be too much—no, she had me in the palm of her hand, and I wasn’t even sure she knew it.
I could tell she was starting to get close, the same noises of pleasure starting to escape her lips as she moved on top of me. I pushed even deeper into her, pulling our bodies flush together and watching the crease in her brow deepen as she crested closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to feel you come,” I murmured to her, our lips so close that she could feel the words as well as hear them. “I want to feel you come for me, Maya…”
And that seemed to be all the permission she needed to go over the edge and into her release. She cried out, so loud it wouldn’t surprise me if we got complaints from the whole street, and I felt her body spasm against me, her pussy clenching around me. As hot as it had been to make her come with my mouth, this was something else entirely, burning itself onto my memory like a brand in a single split second.
It took me over the edge and into my own release too, the sight and sensations together too much for me to resist. I came hard, a low groan of pleasure filling my chest and escaping my mouth as I thrust up and into her one last time. I held myself there, letting myself linger in the intensity of that moment, until it felt like there was nothing else in the world but the two of us—right here, right now, giving ourselves to each other.
She kissed me again, panting against my mouth as her body continued to clench and rock with her orgasm. I kissed her back, my hand cupping the back of her head, not wanting this to end, not ready for it to be over, not by a long shot.
But it didn’t have to be. No, we had the rest of the night ahead of us—and as far as I was concerned, we were just getting started.