The room was obviously a little home away from home for the cast. There were tons of personal photos held to the wall with magnets and mismatched tote bags full of street clothes and cell phone chargers.
But most importantly, there was a couch. I unclasped the halter around my neck and let my dress fall to the floor in a puddle, revealing the fact that I was completely nude underneath.
“The rules,” Krysta said, but her resolve was already a hundred nautical miles away. Her hot gaze traveled from my lips to my pebbled nipples.
I shook my head. I was breaking all the rules. Krysta’s. My own. I might as well have been tearing up my planner page by page at this point, and I didn’t care. I couldn’t even think of a single reason to care. I just needed this. Her.
“I have to taste you,” I said urgently.“Please.”
She ran a hand over her neatly arranged hair before rushing toward me and crushing her body to mine. Our lips found each other, hungry and open. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning on her tongue.
We fumbled backward onto the couch, and I reached for the button and zipper of her pants, then yanked them down right along with her black boy shorts.
I straddled her lap and was only patient enough to take my time as I unbuttoned her shirt to reveal her pert tits. ThenI moved so that her thigh was between my legs, giving me pressure where I needed it the most.
She cupped my face with one hand and gripped my hip with the other. “Show me how good it feels,” she demanded. “So desperate to come that you can’t even stop yourself from grinding on my leg.” Her hand trailed down from my face and to my throat as she held me in place.
“I need you in my mouth,” I whined.
“Show me,” she said again.
I slid up and down her thigh as she took my nipple gently between her teeth and then nipped at the underside of my breast. I felt so desperate like this. Out of control. A burning tingle raced through my abdomen, and I looked down to see my wetness trickling down her leg. I was already about to climax, butfuck, not yet. I wasn’t ready.
I curled my fingers around the wrist of the hand she had wrapped around my neck. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your fucking name.” I sank to the ground in front of her, and her hand moved to the back of my head, reminding me that she could guide my mouth wherever she wanted it.
Reaching up, I held her breasts in my hands. They fit so perfectly, and the image of her wearing her shirt still with me between her legs, begging to worship her, was nearly enough to send me over the edge.
My fingers dragged down her torso, leaving red lines where nails had been. I parted her thighs as far as they would go and lifted one leg over my shoulder. With my arm hooked over her thigh, I trapped her in place and nuzzled against her silky curls.
The sweet smell of her pussy was too much. I parted her folds with my tongue and wasted no time in finding her clit.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
I lifted my head for a moment. “Your turn. Show me. Use me.”
Her eyes darkened as she gripped the back of my head and pushed her cunt into my mouth. I moaned against her.
“Touch yourself,” she commanded. “Come on those fingers and then slide them inside of me.”
I stiffened my tongue as I continued to lap at her and made circles around the bundle of nerves at her center. My eager fingers found my own clitoris, and it only took a moment of masturbating while she rode my tongue before I was coming apart.
My head collapsed against her thigh for a brief moment as the fireworks faded. Then I plunged two slippery-from-myself fingers inside of her before addressing the soaking pearl with my tongue, sucking it as deeply between my lips as I could.
She writhed under my touch, her fingers lacing through my hair and tugging.
I slid a third finger in and mercilessly fucked her. Her juices dripped down my chin, and I greedily drank up every bit I could. My mouth and fingers made obscene noises that felt sensual and downright primal. I was vocal about what I wanted in bed, but with Krysta it felt like I didn’t always have to be. Like she intuitively knew me, and it was ridiculous to even think, let alone say out loud, but it was as though she knew me just as well as I knew myself. We’d spent four days together and it felt like a lifetime.
And somehow not long enough. Not at all.
Her whole body stiffened as she came on my tongue, her essence running down my hand as the final aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her.
Slowly, I removed my fingers and held them up for her to taste. She took them in her mouth and sucked each finger like they’d been dipped in sugar.
I laid my head against her abdomen as her fingers slowly traced along my shoulders.
It was so good. She was good. We were good. So good that I’d almost forgotten that soon I’d be facing one of the biggest scandals of my career. And while that still made my stomach twist into knots, what really made me ache with guilt was the fact that I’d lied about this whole blackmail scenario to Krysta. I’d kept it from her, and there was no way she wasn’t going to find out.
Chapter Ten
