Chase shakes his head, and now I see he really is fighting off a smile. “I don’t mean you can’t jerk of right now, I mean now, as in going forward.”
“Excuse me?”
Chase extends a tablet to me, and then I see that not only is this moment being witnessed by Chase and the camera crew, and hence the entire online streaming public, but Lola is part of it too. Talk about a buzz kill. Except I’m so fucking hard that not even that bitch’s face is enough to deflate my raging hard-on.
“Carter,” she says from the tablet with a devilish grin, “so nice to see you.”
“Yeah, I bet,” I grit out. Like I said before, this bitch would love to get a taste of this cock. I just know it. Well, too bad. It’s all for Ashley now.
“Sorry, Carter,” Lola continues, “you signed a clause in your contract that said we could prevent various types of sex if we wanted to.”
“Wait. What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Yes,” she says gleefully. “Way back in the day when we were sure you’d lose your virginity within the first season. We had it in place just in case you proved hard—no pun intended—to break. We have the right to count any and all types of sex as against the rules. And of course, you know that breaking the rules forfeits your two billion dollar bonus. So now we’re enacting our right to enforce the clause. You can no longer have sex with yourself. Sorry, babe. No more getting yourself off.”
This has to be a bad joke. A really fucking bad joke. No way. I’m supposed to go the rest of the show without jerking off? And how the hell is that going to work when thoughts of Ashley have me as horny as a fourteen-year-old boy around the clock? Thank fuck tomorrow is filming for the show. It means I’ll get to see her again. And also that I might get lucky enough to get a little action, even if I’m still determined not to have sex until the season is over.
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 that 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 w
eeks. 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.