“You think about it while you enjoy your food.” He winks.
“I may need to think on it longer than that.”
“Luckily we have all day. It’s only breakfast time.” He squeezes my arm. “I’ll see you on set.”
“Yeah,” I say low, wrapping my remaining pop tart in a napkin before shoving it in my pocket.
His hand slides to my back, moving up and down before he walks off to one of the back rooms. He wasn’t touching her likethat, and he didn’t bring her food, but if I don’t join him for dinner, will he settle for her or someone else instead.
The thought leaves me sick. I want to leave here with him. I want to spend the night in the same bed. I was so relaxed and sated lying next to him after having the best orgasm of my life, I think I could easily have passed out without the sleeping pills. We may have gotten away with leaving together without anyone getting wind of it the first time, but what if we’re not as lucky this time around?
The choices I made to further my career and keep on going in the right direction were easier to stand by before he came along. In only a few days this man has me wanting to keep throwing caution to the wind and not care about any other fan or person watching me but him.
I’m a star when I step onstage or when I’m up on the big screen in a movie theater to everyone else, but with him, I’m always one.
People busy themselves around me, and when Lisa walks in the front door calling out orders to whoever looks her way, I scurry off to my dressing room.
Looking at the time on my wall, I close the door behind me and place the pop tart on the vanity. As I lower myself into my chair, my ass is poked by something sharp—the corner of a box. I only have twenty minutes to ease the nerves in me, so I should probably open it later.
What if it’s another prop replacement? What if it’s one I haven’t seen yet? Why do I need to see whatever it is so badly? It’s making my skin itch when I consider shoving it back in the closet. I can take a quick peek and then hide whatever it is if I need to. There’s no shipping label again, and no name. I peel back the tape and open the flaps.
I’m greeted with pink tissue paper, and as I dig through it, the tips of my fingers hit plastic. I pick up the package and myfingers tremble, my eyes zoning in on the item inside. It’s not a knife or any other weapon. It’s nothing I’ve seen on set before and is probably something I won’t see. At least I hope not.
I take out the letter tucked underneath and my stomach dips.
Dear little idol,
I thought I’d send something different this time. Something else I know you need. Unlike everyone else, I know your little secret. You like getting off before putting on a show, don’t you? I’m sure it’s hard having to take care of it alone all the time. Let me help you. Let me take some of the burden away. We can help relax you together. Only you, me, and your new prop will ever know about it.
Xoxo, Your biggest fan.
The paper bunches in my hand and a knot forms in my throat. Has he been watching me? Or she? I don’t know anything about this person. They have to be someone who works here. No one knows what I do in here before going on. What I need to do. How would they?
Can they see me somehow? A chill runs down my spine, and I shove the letter back in the box. My eyes zone in on the toy, and I grab some scissors to cut back the plastic. I’m not going to actually use it, am I?
What if whoever sent it can see me now? My heart hammers and my cock twitches. What is wrong with me? Fear curls inside me, turning into delicious arousal. What the fuck?
I look around. There’s no sign of a camera anywhere. No blinking lights or a suspicious out-of-place item on the wall. Where would it be hiding if there was one? What if they knew some other way? I can get loud sometimes. That’s what happened. Someone heard me.
I separate the toy from the plastic, setting the scissors back in a cup on the vanity. It’s sick and twisted but my body likes the idea of someone watching instead of listening. Not just anyone.A certain cameraman. It’s probably not him, but my mind wants to believe it is anyway. It reaches out to the idea and touches it while I reach down into my pants to touch myself.
It really is exhausting having to do all the work alone, and I’m not sure it’ll be enough just to give myself a hand job today. I do need this. Who else but Hayden would truly know how much I like being filled? How I was when his fingers slipped out of me? It was so bad that I slept with my fingers between my cheeks, pressing tightly to my hole.
I bite back a whimper, slipping my hand out of my pants to shove them down to my ankles. I look around the room for the lube I stashed here the first time I arrive in case the lotion wasn’t enough. My heart lifts when I find it, and I snatch it from one of the shelves next to the vanity. It was the warming kind. I was curious about it. Why do I always have to be so curious?
I stick the dildo to the chair, and I’m thankful I skipped underwear today as I slick up the blue toy. It’s wet and inviting. My breathing is all over the place and so are the vibrations in my body.
I get my hole soaked with lube and watch myself in the mirror as I slowly myself onto the silicone. I rock my hips, stroking myself as I push down more, shaking and breathing harder. I don’t stop until I’m fully impaled. My knees lock up, my toes curling and cock thickening between my fingers.
I wiggle my hips, moaning, and biting my lip to keep from being too loud. It feels so fucking good. Bouncing up and down, my back arches and my feet lift half off the ground, my knees aching the faster I go. My hole pulsates, a deep ache spreading and making my stomach tighten before a sea of pleasure splashes inside me, washing away the discomfort.
The door opens behind me and I freeze. Brown eyes narrow in on me, and there’s that sexy smile I like seeing so much. It hasme moving my hips again, and Hayden closes the door behind him, locking it.
“What do we have here?” His voice is thick with lust.
“What are you doing in here?” My heart jolts, heat licking inside my hole as the toy rubs me over and over.
He steps closer, sliding one of the straps of my sleeveless shirt down my shoulder. “Wanted to see if it’s been long enough yet.” He pushes it down lower and my nipple slips free, and his tongue pokes between his lips.