Silver Screen Dream (5 page)

Finally, though, I couldn’t bear to wait any longer, and I prised the elastic at the waistband down over the tempting protrusion I so wanted to uncover. I devoured every inch of him with my eyes as I eased the material down until it fell to his ankles. I took in every vein, the precise caramel shade of his skin, the pinker tones of the delicate glans and the tiny drop of opaque liquid that be-crowned the very tip of him.

I took in every Technicolor detail and filed it away carefully in the back of my mind so I’d be able to replay it like a favourite video whenever I wanted to. I knew it was something I would want to come back to time and again. His cock was hard perfection.

He hadn’t moved, hardly breathed as I stared lustfully at him. He held himself still and waited so patiently, but his hands were clenched like fists at his side and I could feel the heat of his stare on the top of my head urging me to stretch out my neck and relieve the pressure that was building up inside us both.

I tentatively touched him. I brushed my fingers lightly down to the base of his dick, and he exhaled with relief. I gripped him, my fingers pressed into the jet black hair that surrounded his hardness, and as I held him, I pressed my lips to capture the drop of tempting juice that sat in the indent of his sensitive tip.

His taste was mild and spicy. I could not place the flavours, they were so exotic but also addictive. I took more of him inside my mouth. The weight of him was pleasing and the width of him stretched my lips obscenely as I slipped them over his shaft. I felt so sexy, so alive right there on my knees, lips occupied with the most delicious treat I had ever had the pleasure of sucking.

As I teased and licked and devoured, I worked out some of the flavours I was sampling. He tasted like aromatic cardamom and sweet mango with cinnamon, and there was a slightly bitter edge like expensive saffron. I could not get enough of him.

“Laura,” he gasped as I stroked my fingers boldly over his balls and twisted my mouth around him.

I paused and looked up, his hot member still lodged between my lips.

“I’ll come if you continue much longer. And as wonderful as that would be, I want to fuck you, and I believe the film will be finishing fairly soon and people will come to look for me.”

I could not fault his logic, and I wanted him to fuck me, too. I reluctantly let his cock fall from between my lips, and he held out his hand to help me to stand. I thought that was very gentlemanly of him.

“Now, you still seem to be far too dressed for my liking,” he said. “It’s my turn to even up the odds.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and tucked his other hand between us. With a quick twist, he loosed my button, and with a deft movement my zip was undone and my trousers were around my ankles. I shivered slightly as the air moved and tickled the backs of my knees and I gasped when he rubbed his fingers over the slick satin of my knickers.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned and nibbled the sensitive skin just below my ear. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

He brushed his fingers eagerly back up to the waistband of my underwear then slipped them inside. I held my breath a moment as he dived under the curve of my belly, but it did not seem to deter him as he slid his fingers down into the curly hair that protects my wet slit. I gripped his shoulders a little tighter as he probed and stroked, exciting me to a level about which I had only dreamt before. I thought it was impossible to feel so turned on without actually orgasming, but he kept me on the edge, slipping from my entrance to my clit and back again, teasing me.

I couldn’t hold in my moans and gasps of delight, and they burst forth as he forcefully finger-fucked me.

“Good job this room is soundproof,” I panted, “or I’d have given us away by now.”

“Soundproof?” he asked, his eyebrow cocked. “Hmmm, then I’ll have to see if I can make you scream.”

The breath caught in my throat and my knees wobbled as his promise hit home.

“Here, you need to sit down,” he said and led me to the back of the room. Our trousers and shoes were kicked off and trailed along the floor. He paused only to remove a condom from his wallet. There was one lonely, plastic, red chair in a far corner, and he did not let me sit on it. He sat down first and smiled.

“This seat is too cold and rough for you, my princess. I have a very warm and comfortable lap for you to sit on.”

“Better than a cushion any day of the week.” I winked and hooked my fingers into my knickers. He watched intently as I eased them down off my hips and stood naked before him. His gaze made me feel like a star adored by many. I forgot to worry about my curves and my wobbles and the body parts I am usually insecure about. I revelled in his gaze, and my self-confidence blossomed.

While he rolled on the condom, I watched, quivering with anticipation. I swayed my hips as his hands rested loosely upon them and I dipped up and down like a professional stripper. But then I leaned towards his lips and shattered that illusion. He kissed me with passion, and he gripped his fingers into my hips almost painfully.

“Sit down, my darling, sit, I need you.”

I smiled. I couldn’t deny him any longer, and I didn’t want to deny him. I needed to feel his hardness inside me. I needed it in order to feel complete. I turned around, took a deep breath and slowly sank down. His moan of delight set the depths of my stomach on fire, and as I pressed down on his flesh he used his fingers to guide and direct me so he filled me with one gentle thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned as he entered me. He rested his hands on my hips at first as I slowly moved then slid them over my stomach to my breasts as I established a rhythm. He pressed his lips against my shoulders and my neck. He surrounded me. I felt as if I were melting into him.

He was as noisy as me with groans and grunts of pleasure. I was getting more turned on by the moment, and I couldn’t believe it—I’d thought I was already as turned on as a woman could be. I imagined that when I finally came I would quite literally explode. I did not think I could hold so much pleasure within me.

“Laura, I need to see you,” he said. “I want to look into your eyes, baby. I need to see your beautiful face as I fill you.”

I gasped and stilled. I did not really want to stop, but when the man of your dreams is begging in ragged breaths, it is hard to say no. I stood up.

“Where are we going to…where do you want me?” I panted.

He pushed his body into mine and kissed me fiercely. He pressed me back then farther back as I roamed my hands over him. I craved his cock. Our mouths fought passionately, and when my back hit a wall the exhalation of shock was absorbed by his lips. He lifted my thigh and angled it so he could place himself at the wet opening of my pussy. I knew what he wanted to do, but I wasn’t sure we could pull it off. I had never attempted anything as risqué before. I was a man, woman and bed kind of girl, but Rahul brought the adventure in my soul out to play.

“Are you sure we can do this?” I gasped as he ran his cock head up and down my slit.

“I don’t know, but it’ll be fun to try.” He pressed deep inside me.

I yelped with surprise and excitement. He pushed me hard into the wall and snaked his hand to my buttock to hold me tight. He eased my other thigh onto his arm, and I found myself lifted off the floor, his cock and his body the only things below me.

I felt so free and alive as Rahul began to thrust. He moaned and gasped and shook with every move. His pelvis hit me just right every time he pushed himself in to the hilt. I felt the orgasm that had bubbled just below the surface start to boil to the top as he pummelled me into the wall. The pain and discomfort seemed to enhance the pleasure, and I didn’t want it to ever stop.

“Look at me,” he gasped.

I opened my tightly shut eyes and his face was just in front of me, his stare intense. I lost myself in the blue pools of his gaze. I gripped his shoulders so tightly, afraid to lose contact with him. I pulled him in with my legs laced around him. I felt as if I were looking up into a bright, cloudless sky as my mind and body floated along on a pillow of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Laura, you’re beautiful,” he gasped. “I need to…I need you…I have to…”

He babbled, but even without his forming a full sentence, I knew what he meant.

“Yes,” I whispered as he thumped me back against the wall. “Yes,” I said again but louder as the pleasure began to spill over the top. I was going to come, I could feel its inevitability as I lost myself in the depths of his stare. I chanted the one word over and over, and the volume grew louder and louder as his thrusts became ragged, his breath laboured, and sweat poured down his face, over and around his eyes.

I screamed as the pleasure exploded through me with such force that I shook and banged my head against the wall. I only shut my eyes at the very last moment as he roared and held still. He forced himself in and out of me roughly a few more times as he groaned. I shook with shock and ecstasy. I’d never, ever had an orgasm so strong before in all my life. It left me feeling content and hollow all at once. I was satisfied but hungry for more. Confusion reigned inside me.

Rahul let go of one of my legs, and I put my toes back down on the floor. We managed to untangle our limbs. As we panted, we held each other and kissed. I couldn’t find words to express what I felt inside, and the three words I wanted to use, though small and simple, were not appropriate to mumble to a man I might have known for years but had only met hours before.

“We’d better get dressed,” I gasped. “I guess the film will be finishing soon.”

Rahul glanced at the thick, silvered watch on his wrist.

“Yes, I believe we’re due to move on to the club any minute.”

We gathered clothes in silence and dressed the same way. The quiet was heavy and oppressive, but I couldn’t think of how to break it. Just before I pushed the door out into the corridor, I let words blurt out.

“Thank you, Rahul, that was amazing, the best, truly, Rahul. Oh damn, I’m not making much sense, am I?”

“I know what you want to say.” He rested his hand over mine on the door handle. “Because I want to say it, too. Thank you.”

“Will I ever see you again?” I had to ask. I know it wasn’t very cool and it probably sounded a little desperate, but I was desperate. I couldn’t bear to think I would never feel pleasure like that again in my life.

“I’m staying here in London a while, we’ll meet again. If you don’t mind me having it, I’ll take your phone number.”

“Sure,” I smiled and reached into my top work pocket where I kept a pen. “But I have no paper.”

“Use me,” he said with a cheeky wink. “But write it somewhere covered so it won’t rub off.”

I chuckled and dropped to my knees. I undid his pants once more and wrote my phone numbers on his thighs. Home number on the left, mobile on the right. His cock stirred as I scribbled and I bit my lip to hold back from kissing it again.

“There you are,” I said as I stood and he fastened himself up yet again. “And if that gets smudged, I work here almost every day of the week, so you know where to find me.”

“I do, my dearest Laura, I do. Now we need to go. I don’t want to go, I want…well, you know what I want, but I have to go.”

“I understand. You’re a massive Bollywood star. We’d better get you back before you’re missed.” I pushed opened the door and furtively glanced from side to side. “Coast is clear.”

We shuffled outside and I locked the door behind me. We walked the short distance to the entrance to the VIP seats at screen one. I motioned Rahul to step back, and I pushed open one half. I looked up to the screen and saw dancing and falling petals.

“Looks like we’re up to the happily ever after, you’d better get into your seat, quick.”

“Okay.” He pressed his lips to my cheek as he pushed past. “I’ll call you.”

Chapter Five

Johnny

I had fully intended to somehow break up Rahul and Laura before they even got started, but it isn’t so easy when you’re trapped in a tiny amulet. Even powerful beings like me have limitations. I waited for a person to influence or a loose item on a high shelf to push with my magnificent mental powers, but the opportunity didn’t arise and then… Well, then I kind of got caught up in what was happening.

Laura was not Rahul’s usual type. Despite myself, I found her quite interesting. Her body had shape to it and her eyes were so expressive. I had a damn good view from my seat dangling around his neck, and I was fascinated by how much I could read in her gaze. Brown eyes sound simple and rather boring, but, though hers might not have changed colours exactly, they glinted and gleamed and showed so precisely what she was feeling.

It was a shame I would have to break her little heart, but wishes are wishes just like orders are orders, and I was programmed to make sure Rahul married Malati. Laura was perfectly lovely for a human, but I could not let my emotions cloud my judgement.

I pondered the quandary as Rahul sat back and watched the last fifteen minutes of the film. Well, he stared at the screen, but I am pretty sure he didn’t listen to a word of it. His eyes were glazed and I knew exactly what and who he was thinking about. I didn’t have time to worry about him being completely besotted. I set about working out a plan.

As Rahul filed out of the cinema, he walked past Panya. She gave him the coldest, blackest look I had seen on any mortal. I suddenly felt certain my plan would work. It was so wicked it couldn’t possibly go wrong.

Now, contrary to popular belief, I do not need a direct rub to pop out of my vessel. So when we reached the trendy London club—oh, I forget its name but it was one of those pretentious places with one-word names and subtle fronting that screams “I’m a trendy club, notice me”. Anyway, that isn’t relevant. All you need to know is that when I arrived at the club I left the relative safety of Rahul’s amulet and materialised by the bar a seat across from Panya, who stared intently into a nearly empty glass.

“Could I buy you a drink?” I asked in my deepest voice.

She looked up, raked her gaze down to my suited body then looked back into my eyes. “Sure. Gin and tonic, please.”