Page 15 of Heartthrob
“Esme, you be still. You understand?”
She nods at me and then gives me big eyes as I lay my cock along her sopping pussy. It’s the first time she’s seen it. Most of the other times we’ve done things, she’s been on top of me or I’ve still been in my boxers or it’s been dark. I see her reaction when she looks down and catches her first glimpse of it.
“Oh my God! I…that…it won’t fit, Linc.”
I laugh before rocking my hips against her middle. “This time is not for that but when the time comes let me assure you…it will fit.” She looks dubious.
I use her little body to get myself off. It doesn’t take long with the taste of her still lingering on my tongue. Then I’m cumming. Spunk splashes on her pussy and across her stomach marking her as mine.
I look down at the woman who owns me, at her cum splashed tummy and freed breasts and her now-down hair that’s spread out across the table. I’m not sure how the woman makes me feel like a god damned king when I’m on my knees but right now, I feel like I could create a fucking miracle with only a little taste of her pussy.
“Come on sweetheart. Let’s go say our goodbyes and get the fuck out of here.”
I help her sit up slowly and stuff her tits back where they belong. I make sure her dress looks presentable and run my fingers through her hair to try to tame the look of sex that has it mussed. I drop a kiss on her lips before unlocking the door and stepping out ahead of her.
We don’t make it very far before one of the actors I worked with comes up to us and stops us. “Woah Linc! I never saw you slink off for a little sneaky. What a delightful turn of events!” I step in front of the guy so he can’t see my little thief. “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t like the way the man lies. Like he doesn’t know who she is when her name has been in every magazine out there. Not to mention the fact she’s been photographed on my arm for like a week now.
I take a deep breath and pull Esme around to my side. “Esme, this is Jonathon. He has a small cocaine problem that he’s indulged in ever since he was twelve which is fine and dandy if you can overlook the fact that he also likes his women to be one day away from the date they get their high school diploma. Jonathon…this is mine. Never forget it or they won’t find your coked-out ass. Have a great night and give my regards to your new wife or have you already replaced her with a younger version.”
I hustle Esme around a now stunned John and make my way over to our host to say our farewells. On the way over, Esme leans in to whisper to me. “I take it we don’t like that guy.”
I give her another laugh before pulling her into me and kissing the hell out of her right here in front of everyone. All of this can go to hell as long as I have my little thief by my side. By the time I’m done, the people in my world are going to realize just who she belongs to so men like John won’t even try their shit anymore.
Chapter Eleven
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Esme
This night has been almost surreal. Over the last week, so many new things have come into my life that it’s been hard for me to keep up and process all of them. I flew for the first time in my life – in a private plane even - and went to my first movie premiere. And now here I am at one of the movie-related parties that seem to be endless.
There have been so many new faces and new experiences that I’m starting to feel a little run down. I'm not sure how other women do this and still look…alive. I look half dead without the makeup and any time I sit for too long - I hate to admit it - I fall asleep. Between the endless parties and the late night/early morning sessions with Linc that leave me feeling off-kilter and completely depleted from orgasms, I am close to crashing big time.
“There you are, stranger.” The voice is…perky and I recognize immediately who it is before I turn to see Angel Gusto - Linc’s ex and first love. She holds out her arms waiting for Linc to come to her and give her a hug. He doesn’t. She quickly puts her arms down and pulls along some guy who looks close to my age. I wonder if he’s as lost and floundering as I am.
“Hello, Angelina.” He sounds different and I wonder if it’s because he’s having to fight with himself over hugging her. Maybe he wants to hug her but he’s afraid she’ll break his heart again. Or maybe it’s because she came with someone else and he’s trying to not mess something up for her with her new boyfriend. Or maybe he’s never really gotten over her and it still hurts to see her - even after all this time.
“Angelina?” She laughs and it sounds like tinkling bells. Talk about being out of your depth - on this one I might as well be drowning. “I think we have enough history together for you to at least use Angel. After all, it was you who gave me the name to start with.”
She grins warmly but there is a coldness that lives behind her eyes.
“That’s been a long time ago, Angelina. And several lovers ago.”
She turns her eyes on me, “And who is this? Another young actress you are taking under your wings to make a star before leaving her with a big empty house and no one to warm her bed.”
The out-of-breath wheezing draws all of us to look at Andy. “Linc, Linc, the soul-sucking harpie is….,” his words die off as he realizes who is in front of me and Linc.
“Hello to you too, Andy. Always nice to see you trailing after Frankenstein willing to do anything for your master.”
“Hello Angel. Still eating baby’s hearts to stay young?”
The tension is so thick it’s suffocating. Andy turns to me with a genuine smile on his face. “How’s the new furniture?”
My face breaks out into a big grin, “Great! I love the color and it’s so comfortable to sit on. I think it really makes the room look…lived in.”
“Now the painters come this weekend. Don’t forget to pack everything you all will need for the next couple of days.”
