Escorting the Actress by Leigh James
Lowell
I told myself, over and over, that I wasn't going to do it. But when he kissed me like that, and when he stopped—my body took over.
My body—the shameless sex-goddess.
This wasn't a good idea, but I no longer cared. With his mouth on me like that, I couldn't think straight. He pulled me against him in the car, and I clung to him, blocking out all rational thought.
Britta was waiting in the lobby when Kyle hustled me toward the elevator. We ignored her even when she raised her hand at us.
"I still have a message for you," she called.
"Text it to me," Kyle snapped.
He seemed completely single-minded as he rushed me to the elevator. No one else joined us, so he took the liberty of pinning me against the wall. He looked down at me intently.
"Do you want to do this?" His eyes were hooded. "Are you sure?"
I nodded bravely. "Yes."
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. "Good." He claimed my mouth hungrily, his tongue searching for mine as he ran his hands down my torso.
I shivered against him then threw all my self-control out the window. Good riddance. I put my hands on his fine ass and crushed him against me. Finally feeling him, all of him, pressed against me felt so good.
He hoisted my legs up around his waist and carried me out of the elevator. Somehow he managed to swipe our room key, and we burst through the door of the suite, our lips still crushed together. Then he stopped, placing me gently on the floor and closing the door.
He stalked toward me, his eyes fiery. "You have to mean this. You have to want this as much as me. I can't do it otherwise."
I nodded, shaky and unable to say anything. I just knew that I wanted him—I wanted him so much that nothing else made sense.
I wanted to show him how I felt. I kissed him deeply, our tongues connecting again. Electricity shot through me, and I ran my hand down his back, feeling all of the muscles on his glorious body. He lifted me again and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me gently, reverently, on the bed. My whole body was throbbing in anticipation.
"You have no idea how much I want you," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, I do. I know exactly how much."
He ran his thumb across my cheek and leaned down to kiss me deeply. I grabbed his hand and placed it over my heart.
"I know this is wrong, but it doesn't feel wrong," I whispered breathlessly. I almost tore his coat as I ripped it off him. "It feels right."
"That's because it is right." He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his gloriously enormous chest.
"It's still not a good idea," I whispered as my body was screamed at me to just shut the hell up.
"Doing the right thing is always a good idea, babe. Now stop talking." He started to kiss me again then pulled back, hesitating. "Lowell, if you don't want to do this—"
I interrupted him by kissing him hard, letting my body tell him what I was too afraid to say. I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything.
"I'll shut up if you shut up," I offered breathlessly.
"Deal," he said, grinning wickedly. He unzipped his pants. "At least until you scream my name."
His cock sprang out, enormous and thick and ready for me. Looking at it close up, I was pretty sure I would soon be screaming something.
I sat up and tentatively wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him slowly as he stepped out of his pants. He moaned and moved against my palm. I got bolder, gripping him more firmly. Then I knelt down and took the tip of him into my mouth, moaning when I tasted him.
"Holy fuck, Lowell," he said hotly as I swirled my tongue around his tip and continued to work my hands up and down his length.
He flexed his hips, and I could see that he'd closed his eyes, his head thrown back. I took all of him, to the base of his shaft, into my mouth. He moaned, and I moved my mouth up his cock, back to the tip, until he moaned again.
"Stop," he growled. "You're gonna make me come like that."
He lifted me and slowly unzipped my dress, stopping to kiss me. His tongue, probing and urgent, found mine. My dress fell to the floor, and he pulled back enough to look at me, stroking my lacy bra reverently.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
I just stared at him, every part of my body on fire, and didn't even chastise him for talking. His hands trailed down to my lace underwear. He twisted the bikini strap in his fingers and put his cock between my legs, rubbing against the lace. I heard myself moan in pleasure, but I no longer felt self-conscious. Holy fuck. I rubbed against him artlessly, amazed at how good he felt. How thick and hard.
Every wild dream I'd been having about him was coming true. I ran my hands down his chest to the divots near his hips before I kissed his chest, running my tongue along the lines of his pectoral muscles. If this was wrong, if I was going to pay for this—all those thoughts hurtled out the window. I officially no longer gave a fuck.
He undid my bra and cupped my breasts as I took off my underwear. I was wet, ready for him. He used my slickness against me, rubbing his cock against my slit until I was panting. His fingers found my clit and swirled it, lazily, playfully, then pinched it.
I didn't feel lazy or playful. I felt as though if he didn't put his cock in me right now, I was going to burst into flames.
Kyle must have sensed my need. He pushed me back onto the bed gently, his naked body looming gloriously over me. He brushed the hair off my face and just watched me for a moment. Then he went to his bag, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on.
My breath caught in my throat as he straddled me, his cock enormous and thick against me. I grabbed his muscled ass and pulled him to me, running the head of his cock over my sex, getting it even more slick.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, and I nodded. He eased himself inside me, just the tip, making me moan and writhe.
He put his forehead against mine. "Are you sure?"
In answer, I put my hands on his ass and pushed him into me.
We both cried out. He paused as we caught our breath, then he buried himself in me, my body stretching to accommodate his. He was gentle, but I was impatient, wanting to feel him deeper inside me. His body listened to mine, and his long, deep strokes brought me wave after wave of pleasure.
He continued to thrust, and I greedily drank in the sight of his taut, muscled body over mine. I kept my hands on his hips and his ass, relishing the feel of having him all the way inside me. I hadn't realized how much my body had truly been craving his. Now that he was inside me, I felt complete.
He leaned up on his forearms, pumping into me more urgently. Waves of pleasure tore through me, taking me to the edge.
"Kyle," I moaned, "Kyle…"
"I'm right there with you, babe."
His strokes got deeper, even more urgent, and I shattered, my body clenching around him as he found his release. Our orgasms shook the bed.
"Kyle!" He'd been right. Of course I screamed his name.
Later, he leaned over and ran his thumb along my jawline. "So beautiful…"
I smiled. "Thank you." I meant it for a lot more than just the compliment.
He sighed and threw himself back on the bed. "So what happens now?" There was an edge to his voice.
"Well," I said, flopping onto his chest, "I could be on top again, or we could try it from behind…"
"Naughty girl." He grinned, then his face turned serious. "But I mean it. What happens now?"
I took a deep breath and rolled onto my back, looking at the ceiling. "I don't know. What do you want to happen?" The endless myriad of obstacles we faced whirled in my mind, but I ignored them, holding my breath. What on earth does Kyle Richards actually want from me?
"I sort of just want you to be my girlfriend." The edge in his voice was jagged now, as if it took a lot for him to say that.
"I am your girlfriend," I said.
"No. I mean, for real."
"So do I." I laced my fingers through his, and we continued to lie next to each other. I was still flushed and tingling from Kyle's exploration of my body. "I think this is about as real as it gets."
I was being honest. It was the truth.
But what I'd left out was the more important, more ugly truth: the fact that it was real just made everything that much worse.
