29. Audrey #2
“You will kneel,” I continue. I am so turned on at this point I roll my own hips, my core burning in anticipation as I see the images right in front of my inner eye.
“I will grasp your face so you can’t escape.
I’ll fuck your mouth, deepthroat you until you choke.
And then you’ll tell me to stop. You’ll tell me to stop because you need a release—“
“I do,” she breathes out, her hand grasping around the metal of the letter behind her as she holds herself to it.
“You will sit on me, and I am going to fuck you with the strap,” I say. “I will fuck you because you are so fucking hot and I can’t keep myself in check anymore.”
“Yes, fuck me,” she breathes out. “I need you to fuck me.”
My mind is turned off entirely at this point, because I am fucking her with my fingers as she commands me.
“I’ll do whatever you want, pet,” I whisper. “I’ll fuck you. I’ll please you. I’ll tell you what a good pet you are. But most of all, I will make you scream my name as you come.”
I watch her let go.
An epic view I will never forget as she lets go of her restraints.
“Come for me now, pet.”
Her core clenches around my fingers.
Her back arches as she breaks free.
A single, deep moan as the orgasm rolls through her.
I stop my movement.
Let her ride out the orgasm.
I lean back and simply watch her, arched against the L of the Hollywood sign, moonlight shimmering on her skin.
“Fuck me, that was fucking mindblowing,” she says after a while, coming back to reality.
“Uh-huh,” I say, grinning.
She leans towards me.
Kisses me.
“You better stop me,” she tells me as she brings the kiss to an end and stands up to open her pants. “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna sit on your face.”
“All yours,” I say and lie down, because there is no way in hell I am going to stop her.
She removes her pants and shoes and climbs onto me.
Hesitantly, apparently realizing what she is doing and that her mouth was once more faster than her thoughts.
“Sit down properly,” I tell her, and pull her onto me. I love taking on the lead with her. It’s so liberating.
Her scent washes over me.
Her taste on my lips and tongue—
Holy shit.
I am never going to eat anything else.
I lick her.
Suck her.
Enter her with my tongue.
Slap her ass with one hand.
Gods! That sound.
At this point, I am so turned on that I am close to coming without even touching myself.
“Ride my face,” I mumble against her pussy and guide the movement of her rolling hips over my face.
Yes.
Damn.
I need her to touch me.
“Lean back,” I tell her. “Lean back and slap my pussy.”
She leans back with one arm supporting herself, the other hand slapping my pussy through the soft fabric of my pants.
“Yes, ahrgm,” I moan out.
She rubs her pussy over my mouth, and god damnit, I can’t wait to eat her out for an entire morning. Or day.
“Slap harder,” I tell her as I open my legs further.
She slaps—
And I stick out my tongue so she rubs her pussy over it.
She slaps again.
“Oh, yes,” I moan out again as the tension builds in my core.
I roll my hips harder, every bit of pain gone.
There is just her.
Her and her lust dripping onto me.
Just a little bit more—
Suddenly sirens and blue and red light above us.
She freezes.
“Fuck!” I say and push her off. “Get dressed. The camera is back on; I completely forgot!”
She has her pants on as fast as possible.
Torchlight.
“Play the role with me,” I tell her as I shed some tears.
“L.A.P.D.,” says an officer. “Stay where you are, and hands where I can see them.”
“I’m so sorry, Sir,” I call with a weak voice. “We mean no harm. It’s just—“ I break off intentionally. I am an actor after all.
The torchlight hits me full in the face.
“Names?” he asks.
“Addy Morgan,” I say, because that’s the artist name I am known for.
“What are you doing up here?” he asks, rather friendlier; he probably knows my name.
“I—I’m so sorry for trespassing. My best friend died and she—“ I sob loudly, shedding more tears. “She loved this place so much and I—we—we needed to—“
“You trespassed on city property,” he says, looking with the torchlight from me to Cass and back.
“I’m really sorry,” I say, breaking out in tears. “Her name was Hailey, you might have heard it in the news when it happened; she was—“
“Hailey Monroe,” he says.
“Yes,” I breathe out, playing the performance of my life. “I asked my friend here to take me here because I recently had an accident. I just needed to be here—with her—it was Hailey’s favorite spot.“
“I am aware,” says the officer. “Arrested her twice here after multiple citations. Horrible story.”
He eyes me for a moment, fumbles on his bodycam.
“Leave, and I’ll let it rest this time,” he says and tilts his head to the gate.
I suck in my lips just to keep the performance running, as I get up and pretend to be in more pain than I am. “Ouch,” I say to underline the whole thing. Cass is with me immediately, helping me to get up entirely.
“Thank you, Sir,” I tell him silently as we walk past.
Cass and I walk back to the truck in silence. When we’re sitting in it, we look at each other and crack into laughter.
“That was one hell of a performance,” she says. “No wonder you’re as famous as you are.”
“Had some practice,” I say as Cass turns on the motor and drives the truck back to where we came from.
Her taste still lingers on me, wrapping me in a bedazzling scent of lust and desire.
“I won’t go back,” I say as we drive through Studio City. “To the industry. I’m done. Done with it all.”
“Okay,” she says and pauses for a moment. “What do you wanna do instead?”
“I don’t know,” I say, glancing at the passing Universal Studios where I have spent countless hours of my life. “Living, I suppose.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she says.
“I might annoy you for a while.”
“You can annoy me for the rest of my life,” she says, sucks in her lips, and rolls back her shoulders.
I just laugh, because her heart just lives on her tongue, no thinking in between.
“I can do that,” I say and add cheerfully, “As long as you let me eat your pussy here and there.”
“Wherever and whenever you want,” she says, a wide grin on her face.
I tilt my head, grinning just as much.
“Is that so?” I ask as I lean over to her and slide my hands between her legs.
“Someone’s hungry, huh?” she asks as she opens her leg.
“Practically starved.”
“What about getting to know each other?”
“I know enough for right now,” I say. “Later you will tell me about all your secret fantasies and deepest desires.
She giggles, and I dive into the object of my desire, causing her giggles to turn into a laughter that sends goosebumps onto my arms.
It’s this wonderful real laughter she has.
The laugh of a person who has gone through shit but refuses to let it dim the light entirely. The laugh that tells me she is here with me. And everything that comes with it.
The good and the bad.
The boring and the exciting.
The messy and the epic.