Kiss Me Forever

“Oh, God,” I moan, my hands in his hair.

“God’s not here right now, Court," he growls before burying his face in my cunt and eating me out like there is no tomorrow. Fuck, maybe there isn't. I throw my head back as I cum, forgetting I'm up against the door. I wince when my head hits it with a loud thud.

He stands then and kisses me before dragging me over to the small couch along the far wall. He sits down and settles me in his lap. My very wet pussy rests on his very hard cock.

"Oh shit," I whisper before kissing him.

"Ride me," he growls, and I lift myself up on my knees and slam down on him. My virginity was gone in an instant. "Fuck, Courtney. I didn't know," he says, kissing my lips several times.

"How could you?" I ask, ready to move now that I'm adjusted to his hugeness inside of me. It didn't even hurt. Now, I want more and more. I move tentatively but gain confidence as I go. He grips the ends of my hair and pulls, making my back arch.

"This is the only cock you'll ever know, Courtney. Yours is the only cunt I'll ever know. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asks.

"Only us," I reply automatically. For some reason, the fact that he was a virgin too didn't surprise me. Before I can say another word, I am on my back, and he's thrusting into me hard and fast. All I can do is hang on to him tightly and move my hips in time with his. Over and over, he slides into me before reaching between us and rubbing my clit. I go off like a geyser. Like seriously, an intense pressure like I've never known fills my lower area, and then suddenly there's instant release, and I feel amazing. Really, really wet but amazing. But Rush isn't done. He's still fucking me hard until he growls, and I feel his big dick pulse inside of me.

"Jesus," he says, pulling out of me gingerly.

"Whoa," I whisper, wondering if it will always be like that. He kisses me and then I get up and walk into my bathroom. I clean myself up as best as I can, but I feel so different. I even looked different. Is it possible to fall in love after one fuck? Back in the dressing room, he's so attentive to me. I don't understand it. I was always warned about guys like him, but he's nothing like they said.

A few minutes later, we are back on set, and I hate that we are pretending like nothing ever happened between us. I know he'd never tell anyone, but I want to shout it from the rooftops. I crawl into the bed and wait for him. When Stella yells action, he shifts back into his Porter character, and I hate it. I want this to be real. I think I need it to be real, but it's not feeling like that anymore. He is being a professional, and I’m being super clingy. I'm not even sure where it's coming from.

We get through the rest of the day's shots, and I'm preparing to go back to my hotel room when he knocks on my dressing room door. I open the door and stare at him. He's handsome, ridiculously so. Is it any wonder I'm already wanting this man's babies? He came inside of me so it's a huge possibility.

"Yes?" I ask curtly.

"Are you okay? You didn't wait for me."

"I'm fine,” I lie.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" I open the door wider so he can step through. He comes inside and sits down on the couch. In the exact same spot, I gave myself to him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again. Suddenly, Taylor Swift's Wildest Dream music video rolls through my head. That guy was a dick, a married dick, but a dick, nonetheless. I love Taylor, and I've seen it a thousand times. That and every other thing she’s ever done.

"Are you married? A girlfriend. Something?" I blurt out.

"What? No. What would make you ask that?" he asks.

"You were weird with me after we... After I… After."

"We were working, Court. I wouldn't want anyone to figure out what we did in here."

"Are you ashamed of me or something?" I ask, on the verge of some genuine tears.

"Fuck no. I'm one thousand percent sure that I'm in love with you, but this kind of affair, hell, even a rumor like this can run rampant on set, and before you know it, you're in a tabloid labeled a slut while I'm a fucking king. No fucking way am I allowing anything negative to touch you. Not now, not ever."

"You love me?" I ask. I appreciate the other things he said, but I am more concerned with the love aspect of everything.