A STELLAR AFFAIR (A Hollywood Bad Boy Romance) (11 page)

“You don’t want me inside you? Then you have to watch me come.”

Her eyes widened as he knelt on the bed, bracketing her legs. His hand closed around his erection and he started stroking himself.

She stared speechless, hypnotized by the sight.
 

Wes was jacking off above her, his long, thick shaft moving between his fist.

“You sure you don’t want this inside you, Empress?”

This was so decadent. So out of her sexual sphere. Her core clenched in longing for that pleasure she knew he could give her with that gorgeous thing he was petting in his hand.
 

“I wish it’s your pussy clenching around me instead of my hand. I want your tightness wrapped around me so bad, your cream bathing my cock.” His words seduced her as his hand moved faster and faster. Pearly beads leaked from the bulbous head, dropping onto her tummy, some onto her mound.

It was insane. The morning came in speeding like a bullet train into her reality and now it was upside down. Again. But scratch that,
 
she wanted Wes inside her again. She was jealous of his hand as he stroked himself toward orgasm. She wanted to feel him release inside her, not in his hand.

“Wes…” she mewed.

He bent and aligned their faces, their eyes, clashing. “You want me inside you? C’mon, baby, open your legs for me. I wanna come home.”

I wanna come home.
It was so out-of-this-world sexy she moved her legs apart. In a flash he was between them again. And then he was sliding back in, carving his place in her depths.

She keened at the sheer pleasure of it, welcoming him with a hard squeeze.

He groaned like a bear. “That’s right baby, take me. All of me.”

She didn’t think she could but she did. She was far too gone to stop this. Her body demanded satisfaction and she wanted it from his cock, from his hands, from his lips. All of it all at the same time. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him deeper into her.

He started ramming in and out of her.

“Wes, oh god, oh yes!”

He framed her face with his palms and crashed his lips into hers, his tongue driving inside, simulating the drag and pull of his shaft below. The slapping of their bodies echoed in her vast bedroom, wild and free as the morning sun filtering through the blinds.

“Christ you’re so delicious I can do you all day, every fucking day.”

His words added to the violent yearning in her core that was about to unleash.

His fingers were back between her legs, plucking at her clit as he hammered her with
 
a series of shallow thrusts, angling where it felt so damn good her eyes rolled up.

“Wes!” she screamed his name as he detonated her orgasm. It swallowed her like a giant wave of pleasure.

He was bucking wildly above her, jarring her frame with his thrusts, his cock ravaging her pussy. “Ava!” he shouted and shuddered above her, hugging her so tightly as he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. She felt him swell thicker, slamming hard one last time, pushing so deep inside her. He stayed like that, pinned to the hilt inside her, fusing their bodies as one… and then he slowly relaxed, slumping above her. She welcomed his weight as he crushed her onto the mattress.

“Sweetheart…” he murmured against her neck. “That was so….phenomenal…” He sighed in utter masculine contentment and remained still.

As his pleasure flowed into her, the thought that he had come inside her repeatedly without protection hit her.

She could feel the warmth of his seed bathing the depths of her and she had a sinking feeling she would really regret this recklessness later. But as her body hummed with blissful satiety, she just didn’t have the energy to think of consequences.

Later. That can wait later.

“Wes…”

He groaned sleepily.

“You need to go.”

“Why…?”

“Because…you need to.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You have to. Now. I mean it.”

Grumbling like a lazy beast, he hauled his big body up, relieving her of his weight. She immediately felt bereft and fought the urge to pull him back into her arms.

“Alright, I guess we need to meet your team.”

He stood beside the bed naked, bronzed, ripped and hung. His cock was at half-mast even after coming a few minutes ago.

She wondered how she could go about her business today after this?

He grinned like a Cheshire cat, smug and confident. “You thinking of round two, babe?”

She pulled the comforter around her. “Get dressed.”

He stretched his arms above his head, looking comfortable in the buff. His muscles rippled, the sunlight bouncing on the muscled ridges of his smooth skin. She could get used to this magnificent sight every morning.

He combed his fingers through his tousled hair. Light bounced on the thick, shiny mass of tawny strands. Long hair should be outlawed in a man. He scratched his chest in this super masculine way.
 
Fine hair dusted his lower belly and pooled around the thick base of his cock. He manscaped, too, his pubes well-groomed. These were details she hadn’t put much attention to last night as she was busy going off in orgasmic high after high. And she hadn’t touched him enough. Not nearly enough.

Snap out of the lust fog and get your shit together, Ava Ryder.

Dragging the comforter and wrapping it around her body, she got off the bed.

She could use a soak in the tub. She felt banged up from head to toe, literally and figuratively. The soreness between her legs fully manifested itself now after all the pleasurable nerves had stopped humming the sweet tune.

“You taking a shower?” he asked her.

“Uh-huh.”

“Can I join?”

“No.”

“Bummer, but okay, I’ll let you go at it alone for now. I don’t wanna bang you in the shower. Your poor muffin needs rest. That sure took a beating last night and this morning. You sore, babe?”

She blushed to the roots of my hair. The man could be so…he had no filter! And she had the feeling he had psychic abilities. Scary shit intuition.

“I hope you’re gone when I come out of the bathroom.”

He smirked. “Yeah, you can hope.”

“I mean it, Wesley. I don’t want my staff seeing you here.”

“You can’t get rid of me so easily, Empress.”

Boy, here we go again.
She felt her temper rising fast. She turned around in a huff but he grabbed her arm and whipped her around.

“What…?”

He lifted a part of the comforter. “What’s this?”

Her eyes dropped to where he was looking with puzzlement in his eyes and froze.

“Is this…blood?”

She couldn’t speak.
 

He scrutinized the red stains closer. “Looks like blood to me.”

Her cheeks seemed to swell in her mortification.
 

“Baby, are you hurt?”

She met his eyes and she saw real concern there. But he was clueless what it was.

“Go home!” She snatched the comforter from his grasp and fled to the bathroom, locking it. Dropping on an armchair, she covered her face with her hands. She hoped he won’t ask further about the stains.

Gosh!
 

Her virginity was a big issue for her. Tyrone had once intimated to the press that he had taken it. She was appalled that he would go so low after their break up, deliberately adding insult to injury, especially when it wasn’t true. It was the reason why he cheated on her in the first place. She wasn’t ready to be intimate with him at that time while Skylar was more than ready to accommodate him. Her PR team had urged her to set the record straight for her reputation’s sake, so she went on record years ago as a virgin still at 20. Tyrone backpedalled and claimed he was just misquoted by the press.

Since then, the tabloids had speculated on her virginity, if it was still there or already plucked by some guy. It was okay to claim to be a virgin once but when it was always the topic in the rags, it quickly evolved into a stigma. She’d dated to dispel the rumors that she was still a virgin past 23 so they would stop talking about it, but a celebrity of her magnitude couldn’t just date whoever and whenever she wanted without jeopardizing her privacy. So she’d resorted to hiring pretend boyfriends, men she could control by a contract not to kiss and tell after their association. To her dismay, the rumors persisted.

However now…What did Reena say?

“You guys are breaking the internet!”

Ava groaned. Now the rags can speculate again. Only it won’t be speculation.

Wes Stoner did pop her cherry.

Finally it can be said, that at twenty-five, Ava Ryder was no longer a virgin.

She hoped he wasn’t the kiss and tell type.

C
hapter
E
ight

She wished he’d left,
but he stood up from the arm chair near the bed when Ava came out of the bathroom. She’d dressed up for the day. At least he’d put his clothes on, too.
 

In broad daylight and after a bath, she felt like her old self. Her walls were closing around her fast, locking up, keeping him away. It didn’t feel good.
 

“Ava…”

She avoided looking at the rumpled bed, the evidence of their wild night together. She had to wash the comforter in the bathroom to remove the stains, lest her staff doing the laundry would accidentally see it. “I thought you’d gone.”

“Av, tell me it’s not what I think.”

His voice had a grim edge to it.
Tell me it’s not what I think.
The insult hit her where it hurt. He was disappointed to be the one who popped her over-talked-about cherry. “I don’t want you to think anything. In fact, I want you to forget whatever happened last night and this morning.”

“Forget? I shot my load so many times inside you I’d lost count. I can’t just forget!” he said testily.

“Don’t be crude!” she hissed. She was at the edge of her mettle thing morning, her emotions raw and frayed from the enormity of what she had done.

He combed his fingers through his hair, looking mightily unsettled. “Tell me you’re on the pill, at least?”

She couldn’t lie about that.
 

He groaned and gave out a short, mocking laugh, shaking his head. “Oh man, of course, you’re not. You were a fucking virgin.” He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the ceiling, sighing deeply. “I probably deposited a gallon of cum inside you last night.”

Her head felt like exploding from humiliation.

“You could have at least given me a heads up it was your first time.”
 

She exploded. “You didn’t exactly bring a condom on your way to town! And neither did you on your return trips either! And isn’t your job to tell whether you’re fucking a virgin or what?”

He went crimson in the face. “I…I did notice something wasn’t the usual—”

“Oh, shut up! Will you just leave?”

“What was I supposed to think? You were giving it to me like a pro I presumed it was just a while since you last got laid and when I was finally inside you, I just lost it! I couldn’t think of anything else but come—”

“Stop it!” she shrieked at him. “God, you’re so vulgar!”

He smirked. “Vulgar? We’ve done stuff beyond vulgar, sweetheart. I’ve rimmed your rosebud and you liked it.”

She made a feral sound deep in her throat and pointed to the door. “Get out!”

He covered his face in his palms and groaned. “Fuck.”

She couldn’t stand the look of regret on his face or the anxiety he must be feeling at the possibility that he’d gotten her pregnant. She couldn’t begin to comprehend such possibility either.

Shit, what a disaster! This was not on her game plan. The gravity of what she had done started to really beat on her conscience in full force and she just wanted to put distance between them so she could think and regroup.
 

“Look, what happened was a…a mistake. A huge mistake, okay? We were both drinking and—”

“We weren’t drinking this morning.”

There was no rational explanation that could validate that. Careless once can be excused. Careless twice…?

Silence consumed the panic rising within them.