July 23.
Kristin bit her lip. She had Billy's number but not his attention; he was talking to the girl, Michelle. She was stunning, with her blue eyes and a slender figure—a direct competitor. Michelle placed her hands on him, but he seemed to have all the women wrapped around his arms, his demeanor both cocky and confident.
She wanted to end it, but then her phone buzzed with a message.
Billy Carson: Want to go out for dinner tonight?
Kristin bit her lip again. He was still chatting with the brunette girl. She tried to convince herself the message wasn't for her; that had to be it. She had just saved his number, having exchanged contacts recently. But now, it felt like an impulsive escape. When had he sent that text?
—Kristin, thank you again for your patience, —said director Alec Berg, recognizing the girl's composure.
—I'll wait for your call, Director. I hope to hear from you in the coming days, —Kristin replied with her usual calm demeanor. She wasn't a particularly skilled developer, just an introverted woman.
—For future projects, —he added, shaking her hand firmly.
The director had wrapped up all the scenes for the day, including one where she was supposed to be asleep in the van with Billy and two other actors—a man and a woman.
—For future projects, —the girl nodded, mentioning she had to return to Vancouver to continue filming Smallville, the Superman series.
Kristin: I have things to do, but good luck.
Curiously, she kept watching Billy talk to Michelle, who was resting her hands on his chest as they chatted.
She needed to head back to her hotel. She didn't have a driver but could order a private taxi. She'd take a car to the hotel, unwind, and indulge in a long bubble bath. She hadn't received any new messages yet. Just as she was about to call for her ride, Billy pulled up in front of her in a large black SUV.
—So, where are we dining? —Billy asked.
She raised an eyebrow, tempted to say something, but his confidence made her want to reject him outright. That idea brought her a sense of satisfaction. She decided it was better this way. Guys like Billy Carson only meant trouble.
—You didn't check the messages, but I canceled. I have things to do, —Kristin said. —I'll probably fly back to Vancouver tomorrow morning. I'm exhausted. —
She faked a yawn, though her nerves betrayed her.
—So you want to skip straight to the bedroom? You women never cease to amaze me—no drinks or anything these days. —Billy joked, his tone playful.
Kristin tried to refute his remark, but seeing his charming smile, tousled hair falling across his forehead, and sculpted physique—he still had on that mesh shirt under his tank top, revealing his muscular arms—made her hesitate.
—I have a boyfriend. —
—Relax, darling. You're overthinking this. I just want to get to know you, but I'm flattered, —Billy replied, signaling his driver to open the door for her.
The tinted windows promised privacy. Before getting in, she looked around to see if anyone was watching but found no one. She hesitated briefly, then got in.
During the ride, Billy asked how she became an actress. His sarcastic comments managed to draw a few reluctant smiles from her. He quickly realized she had a sharp, dark sense of humor.
He leaned closer, his knee brushing against hers, like a small lamb cornered by a wolf. She acted innocent, denying the undeniable closeness between them.
—What's for dinner? —Kristin asked, sensing the intensity of his gaze as he leaned even closer.
Billy rested a finger on her knee, just below the hem of her skirt, tracing slow circles.
—I didn't ask if you're vegetarian or if you prefer meat. —
—Meat… I'm not vegetarian. No need to worry. —
—I'm a big fan of meat myself. —
—Yes, I think that's quite evident. —
Billy's hand crept higher, stopping just before her underwear. Kristin leaned back against the seat, trying to escape, but her body betrayed her, her legs parting slightly. He paused, then pulled away abruptly to whisper something to the driver about making a stop for some errands. The driver parked at a corner and mumbled that he'd be back soon.
Billy again approached her lifted her und settled her on his legs, at the same time thrusting his tongue deep inside her. She responded with a showy response, trying to quell the obscene desire that boiled over five minutes ago. Kissed with desire, they were tied to each other, Kristin was at a loss when it came to the situation. He would consider her an easy person, but his hands clasped over her ribs squeezing, he gently touched her neck, and she felt shivers.
-Let's stop, stop, stop. - She was nervous, he stopped his kisses, but he didn't let her go.
-Breathe, honey, I can feel your wetness from here... this will be a secret between you and me, no one has to know. -
-where we'll have dinner. -
-in your room. We'll order room service. It'll be simple, when I give a concert, I ask to enter through the parking lot. No one will know, as long as we don't tell anyone, honey. -
She received a kiss on the neck, denying, but was again in the heat, they continued with the kisses. While Billy's driver ordered an ordinary lunch, trying to wait long enough to arrive.
Were small details, the fact that he had sensitive ears, was what he liked, how when he bit her ear, she squeezed his hands tightly, how she liked to be hugged to him, squeezed tightly, to feel how they both held her throbbing.
-we are... very fast. - tightly wrapped
He lowered his underwear, and without caring he placed it there and kissed her sex, while she escaped with strength trying to hold on, the first blow, was when he introduced his tongue, they were details, and she did not know where to hold on, she pressed her legs against their faces, her slender legs.
The second was when he moved and burrowed his bulge, she saw his eyes looking at her, they were green and lit up with the mid-afternoon sun glinting through the windows. The gaze of a wolf that devoured her, and tasted every part of her being, with strength he brought his mouth closer, the smell of a woman for Billy was like an express drug, to see a woman that for others was unattainable muttering curses, denials was what he always desired.
He tasted her in such a provocative way, he lifted her body and the third came when he tasted her anus, was it dirty, but she liked the way his tongue felt, it was just the tip, but it drove her crazy, when he plunged it deep, she felt like peeing, but something in her stopped.
He turned and grabbed her from behind, if the car moved it was a danger. What was this, she longed for his tongue in her anus, she longed to be tasted, when he inserted his finger, her fourth orgasm came, he felt her squeeze him and he gently plunged his finger in and out. It was an aphrodisiac.
She didn't know, but for several hours they had indecent sex in a public parking lot, she didn't understand the indecency until she found herself on her knees arching as he pushed her throat to the bottom.
A concupiscent, immoral desire filled his soul, as they returned to proving themselves.
God this was fast sex with a rocker, that would never end. She was sweaty, delusional, not caring about the right thing, which was the unimaginable moment, how it transformed into something she knew. But it didn't stop there, it was forty minutes where she listened to the Vienna choir, the orchestra of Canada, playing loudly while every part of her body was known to him.
-Because you did it. - she commented, as she watched him unconsciously come inside her.
-You were holding my legs, you wouldn't let me come out, I thought you wanted me to come inside you. -
-Yes, but try to get out. -
-Let's do it again, again and again. - she didn't stop, she tried another step, this time, she tested her nipples which were her first nervous part, Billy, had a theory and that is that small breasts are highly sensitive, made for pleasure, it doesn't prevent some girls from being sensitive, but he believes that the smaller the touches should be more insistent.
He would go up and down with his hands until she squeezed, when he tasted her anus again, she was left screaming rudely, at the time she screamed, as the yellow liquid, and urine next to Billy's chest he just scoffed and tasted her urine, it was so grotesque that she innocently denied that maybe she would only taste those with Billy Carson, with someone else she would be embarrassed.
-Smells delicious my dear. -
-shut up. -
-it's delicious, my dear.-
she tasted, but he juiced her anus again, and it tasted delicious, the stimulation and the sweat all resulted in him finishing at the back of her throat she felt so dirty, she would forget this moment. But as he finished with her, she tried to satisfy herself by playing with herself. The natural taste of both of them, the salt, the taste of ammonia, which they liked as they felt desired in perverse ways, felt like a real flower. The pain in her body became more present, the anal games began to hurt, her body was tired and she just wanted to rest.
-Change of plans, let's go to my house, we are a few blocks away, I think both of us should be together. -