Fuck, that seems like so far away now. And just perfect—now that I’m thinking of that, my boner is harder than ever. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. I briefly wonder if it’s possible just to cum without any stimulation at all. Ashley has me so horny that maybe my imagination will do it. But then I know I’d be tempted to touch myself, and a hand job from myself is so not the way I want to lose two billion dollars.
“Sorry, man,” Chase says, and I wonder whose side he’s on after all because surely he had some kind of pull with Lola.
“Are you kidding me? Sorry?” I point down to my twelve inches of bulging, straining, rock-hard cock. “You’re the one who’s sorry?”
He shifts on his feet, and I think he might actually feel bad. “It was out of my hands,” he says.
I scoff. “Yeah, and now it’s out of mine.”
I can’t even bother laughing at my own joke because this situation is so god-awful.
Chase and the camera crew start to leave my bathroom—leave me and my raging hard-on to ourselves—when one of the camera dudes moves in for one last close-up. I’m certain that the look on my face is nothing but pure despair.
Ashley
Oh my God. Carter Blaine is so fucking sexy that just the sight of him has me squirming in my seat. I can feel my body pulsing and aching for him, the desire to touch him and be close to him is so strong that I can barely stand it. I practically need to have his hands on me, making me come apart. Like, right fucking now.
The fact that I can’t do anything about it right now because I’m sitting in the middle of a very public restaurant for our lunch date that was scheduled for this week’s episode of the show makes me crazy. I press my thighs together, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that’s building in my pussy, but all tha
t does is make me realize just how wet I am for Carter. Just watching him walk toward me has my body on fire.
I think back to the moments we’ve had together. At the strip club, the kiss at Le Cirque, then of course me getting myself off afterwards, imagining all the wicked, dirty things he could do to me. I’ve masturbated to a fantasy of Carter for so long now, that the fact that he’s here in the flesh, that we’ve actually made each other cum, that I have had my hands all over his body—it’s all still totally surreal.
God, I want to fuck this man so badly that I can hardly stand it. I’m sure it’s written all over my face. But I need to play it cool. I can’t act like one of the many simpering idiots he’s had lining up for him for years. I won’t be one of those girls.
“Hey, Ashley,” he says in that low, low voice, making me even wetter. He leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and that’s when I notice the fucking huge bulge in his pants.
I swallow, licking my lips involuntarily. I don’t have any control over the reaction, or my body at all, apparently. Because when he straightens up, my eyes are still glued to his package. A package I’m desperate to get my hands on. My mouth on. And mostly—to get my pussy on. I shudder as my pussy clamps down on emptiness at this thought, searching out the very cock that’s teasing me from just an arm’s length away.
Holy shit. Is this what it’s like for all the other women? No wonder they all fall to their knees and beg for a mouthful. I’m half ready to do it right now. If we weren’t in a public place, I don’t know if I’d have any control over what I did next. Now I feel kind of bad for being so hard on Lorraine.
But not that bad. Because her failure has set me up to get my share of Carter Blaine and his formidable cock. I get him all to myself for the next eight weeks. I could hardly believe it when Lola called and let me know the change in plans.
Looking up at Carter, I catch the smirk on his face and realize I’m still staring at his crotch. My face flaming, I look away quickly. I shouldn’t be embarrassed about sex. I mean, I seduce men for a living. But everything is so different when it comes to Carter. In every way.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
I pick up my menu and give him a coy smile. “I think I see a thing or two that have my mouth watering.”
He chuckles, and I swear I see his cock twitch in his pants. Pulling a chair around from the other side of the table, he seats himself close to me.
“Is that so? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need to be completely satisfied,” he says, continuing with the innuendo.
“Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin as I purse my lips. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something on the savory side. You know…nice and salty.”
His grin widens. “I have just the thing. And I can promise, it'll definitely fill you up.”
Oh God.
I’m half afraid to stand up because I’m so wet I think I might leave a puddle on the chair.
Carter rests his hand on my bare knee and runs his fingers slowly up my thigh. The white tablecloth mostly covers his hand, and I hope to God he doesn’t stop.
My breath comes faster, small pants that match my racing heart.
Glancing around furtively, I raise the menu up so that no one can see me, and I take his other hand and slip his finger in my mouth, my eyes glued to his. His pupils flare, darkening with desire. Desire that I’m causing. He wants me as badly right now as I want him. How the fuck are we supposed to make it through this date?
His fingers inch higher, and I pull my mouth from his finger with a wet popping sound that makes him groan.