Chasing Kings (10 page)

“Only every time you think I’m getting weirded out by this whole thing. So, yeah. You’ve mentioned it about a dozen times so far.” With him sitting beside her, their thighs touching, she could feel the warmth of his body through the thin jersey material of her dress. He was wearing black trousers and a silver-gray shirt that managed to make his eyes even bluer. When she’d first gotten a look at him in the lobby, her breath had gotten stuck in her throat, and she wondered how it was possible for a man to be so casual yet so impossibly hot.

He hadn’t done anything to keep his curly hair in check, so it was just as soft and unruly as before. Apparently the notion of shaving hadn’t occurred to him. His jaw remained peppered with stubble, giving him a roguish appearance.

He
looked
like a bad boy.

“You’re staring at me,” he observed.

“Am I? I can’t help it. You look so pretty.”

He snorted, clearly thinking she was teasing him because of his compliment, so Sam set her hand on his thigh and leaned in close.

“You smell good too,” she told him.

Okay, admittedly she
was
a bit nervous about being around those girls, and pretending otherwise couldn’t make the knot in her stomach disappear. But maybe there was a way to ensure Ethan would be thinking about her and only her for the duration of the night.

She inched her hand higher so her fingers were brushing his groin. Even through his pants, the size of his cock was intimidating, and it wasn’t hard yet.

“You smell good yourself,” he replied, as if her hand wasn’t on his crotch. The naughty glimmer in his eye was a dead giveaway that he knew what she was up to. Without fumbling to find the button, he raised the glass partition between them and the driver.

Sam’s pulse doubled. What
was
she doing? It was one thing to fool around with a guy in the privacy of a hotel room, but fooling around in the back of a limo? This wasn’t like her.
None
of this was like her.

Maybe that’s why she liked it so much.

She’d spent most of her life under the scrutiny of her entire town and didn’t dare step out of line for what it would mean to her reputation and her family. But her parents were both dead now, her brother had moved away, and she was relatively well-respected in the community. It was time to loosen up a bit and do something just for her. Something
she
would enjoy without worrying what anyone else might think of her.

And in that moment, however out of character it might be, she wanted to give Ethan back some of what he’d done for her the night before.

If that meant he wouldn’t have eyes for any other woman for the rest of the night, all the better.

Sam slid off the leather seat, hiking her skirt a little higher around her hips as she nestled between his knees. Her hand never strayed from his inner thigh, fingers gliding up and down his clothed package, and with each pass his erection grew firmer until his rigid length strained against the flimsy barrier of his pants.

“You sure?” he asked, his hooded eyes already beginning to glaze over.

“Mmmhmm.”

Before she had a chance to continue, he undid his belt and lowered the zipper on his pants, his erection spilling forward like it was eager to greet her.

Sam stared up at him, trying her best to portray a teasing expression, even as she wrapped her hands around the base of his cock.

“Don’t you ever wear underwear?” She stroked him in a slow, steady rhythm until he closed his eyes and let his head loll back on the seat.

“Not if I don’t have to. I don’t see much of a point in it.”

Who was she to argue? If she could have gotten away with never wearing a bra, she probably would have. She couldn’t begrudge him if he didn’t like underpants. Besides, she liked having one fewer layer between him being clothed and naked. He was always just a pants drop away from having his dick out. It must have been helpful professionally. It was definitely useful now.

Sam lightly brushed her lips over the tip of his cock, reveling in the hitch of his breath and the way his hips shifted a bit lower on the seat. When she went down again, she took the whole head in, filling her mouth as deeply as she comfortably could and letting her hands do the rest.

With each flick of her tongue and the growing wetness of her mouth, she could feel Ethan growing harder, until it was difficult for her to contain him using both hands and her mouth. She continued to work him, sucking with an urgency that hollowed her cheeks and made him grit out almost incomprehensible motivators.

“Good girl,” he told her, burying his fingers in her hair and following the gentle bobbing motion of her head with his hand. He never held her in place, but when he particularly liked what she was doing, his fingers tensed up, and she would keep at it until they relaxed.

From those simple responses, she felt empowered. With each groan and buck of his pelvis, she grew more and more confident, believing she was returning the pleasure he had provided to her.

“Oh…” His fingers tightened, fisting in her hair as she released one hand and took him farther into her mouth than she’d dared believe possible. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat, making her shut her eyes lest they water. She held him there, breathing evenly through her nose until her throat relaxed, then took him in a half inch more. “Jesus,” he hissed. “
Sam.
”

Hearing her name on his lips, the hurried, hot way he said it, brought Sam’s arousal up a few notches, and she got wetter without him having touched her anywhere but her hair.

Once she was sure she could comfortably take him that deep, she withdrew until he was almost the whole way out then lowered her head again, languishing over the smooth, hot skin, wet with her saliva. The slower she went, the harder he tugged her hair, so she went as slow as she thought he could handle without getting angry. When her lips kissed the circled fingers of his hand, she rolled her tongue over the head of his cock.

“
Fuck,
” he growled, arching his hips to get whatever extra depth he could. “I’m gonna come.”

It was the only warning she got, that and the tension of his thighs before his seed spilled out over the back of her tongue. On instinct she swallowed, surprised by the suddenness of his ejaculation, but not finding it uncomfortable the way she’d imagined she would.

In the past she’d always requested lovers not finish inside her mouth, but rather on her breasts, finding the whole thing more dignified, but Ethan hadn’t given her the choice.

It might have bothered her in a different situation, but things with Ethan felt different. Swallowing his seed made their connection deeper, more intimate. Sam liked knowing this new taste of him. She took it all, and when he was done, she sat back and licked him clean before straightening into a kneeling position, smiling at him like a cat who’d just polished off a bowl of cream. He ran his thumb over the corner of her mouth, returning her smile with a wicked grin of his own before he tucked himself into his pants. As she was about to move into her seat, he leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t a peck, but rather a deep, toe-curling kiss with tongue and teeth and a dirty hunger that made her wish they were returning to the hotel, not leaving it. The kiss alone was enough to remind her of all the nasty, wonderful things Ethan could do with his mouth.

She was looking forward to seeing what the rest of him was capable of.

Chapter Twelve

Ethan should have given Sam more warning about the AVAs.

He’d told her the women would be barely dressed, but he’d played things down a bit in the hopes she’d agree to come. Now that she was there with him, every few inches farther they got along the red carpet, her eyes grew a little wider.

When the first person to approach him on the press gauntlet line was Cami Flogs—an aging former starlet who still made a few MILF flicks every year—he knew there was a chance Sam was going to keel over. Cami was wearing an open-front purple dress, and the only thing covering her drooping breasts was a pair of glittery purple star-shaped pasties.

“Ethaa
aaan
,” she cooed, wrapping him in a tight hug. “How are you, lovey?”

One of Ethan’s first major roles had been opposite Cami. Her popularity had helped garner him a lot of attention, and she’d been amazing to work with. She was the mother-hen type on set, making sure everyone—especially the younger stars—felt comfortable and welcome.

Personality wasn’t what he figured Sam would see when Cami’s giant tits were flopping around. That was the main problem with the girls he spent his days with. It was literally their job to be objectified, but underneath the plastic surgery and makeup, they were the biggest, sweetest pack of friends he had.

He’d compare them to sisters, but that would creep him out too much. He did have to fuck them, after all.

It was more like having a pack of friends with benefits. Women he enjoyed sleeping with but wouldn’t seriously consider dating. Coworkers with benefits? Did that apply when the benefits were really the job?

Well, all good jobs came with benefits.

Ethan kissed Cami on each cheek, her body glitter leaving a fine sheen over the front of his shirt.

“Cami, this is Sam.”

To her credit, Sam didn’t look the least bit wide-eyed or shocked by Cami’s appearance. She shook the older woman’s hand and submitted to a big squeeze that smushed Cami’s bosom against Sam’s.

As they moved down the red carpet, Ethan stopped periodically to pause for cameramen, posing with his more popular costars. For the most part Sam stuck by his side, but when someone would call for him to stand with another girl, she would release his hand and step out of frame without being asked.

It didn’t matter where she stood though, she was always a part of his orbit. He could feel the pull of her even with others around him, and whenever the photographers were done with him, he would gravitate back to her. A few intrepid reporters asked for her name so she could be appropriately labeled in photos, and he could tell they thought he was yanking their chain when he introduced her as Samantha Hart.

They were almost to the end of the red carpet, and in that space of a few dozen feet he’d introduced Sam to girls in sheer see-through gowns, with each one of them displaying a neckline more plunging than the last.

“I’ve never seen so many fake boobs,” Sam confessed when they had a lull between poses. “I’m feeling a little inadequate.” She laughed, her hands hovering over her chest as if to mimic where her tits ought to be.

Ethan pressed a kiss to her temple and resisted the urge to grope her in public. The behavior wouldn’t have been scandalous considering where they were, but in spite of Sam’s oral attentions in the limo, he suspected she wouldn’t like him to fondle her in front of photographers. He could feel her cheeks lift in a smile when he pressed his lips to her ear and said, “The only way you could improve your tits is by letting me have access to them more often.” He nipped her earlobe, and they continued down the gauntlet until a shout brought them both to a dead stop.

“
Samantha,
” someone called. “Samantha Hart, look over here.”

Sam’s head pivoted in the direction of the request, and Ethan trailed her gaze. They both saw the other woman at the same time, but Ethan processed who she was before Sam did.

The woman wore a ruffled yellow dress that was so short her butt cheeks hung out the bottom, and was cut so low in the front her enhanced chest was barely contained. She was tan to the point of absurdity, the orangey-brown tone that even a week in real sunlight couldn’t create.

Men with cameras bombarded her with shouts for attention, and she obliged each request, turning around so they could get a good rear view, even bending over to flash the small swath of material covering her pussy and casting the men a coy look.

From where he stood with Sam there was no mistaking the loopy glaze in Kelly’s eyes, and the way she wobbled on her platform heels was a dead giveaway that she was strung out. Judging by the smirk and the way she stared adoringly at the press, it was a pretty safe bet she was coked out of her skull. Kelly loved attention on a good day, but when she was high she
needed
it. It fed her demanding ego and kept her satisfied in a way no man could.

She turned to show a side profile, and that’s when she spotted Ethan.

Her expression faltered for a moment, not into guilt but confusion. It would be a cold day in hell when Kelly felt guilt while she was stoned, but some part of her obviously recognized that she
should
feel bad for running into Ethan like this.

She stumbled a half step but regained her balance. The cameramen followed her gaze to Ethan, and the shouts became cacophonous.

“Ethan! Samantha! Can we get you two together for a few shots? Ethan! You don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?” This latter must have been directed to
his
Sam, because she disentangled herself from him and took a step off to the side. But there was no missing the measured way she watched Kelly. He tried to hold on to Sam, but Kelly was soon at his side, draping over him like a blanket on a clothesline.

“Oh my
God
, Ethan, it’s so good to
see
you.” She tried to kiss him on the mouth, but he turned his head, giving her only his cheek. Even that felt too personal. He’d let some of the other girls press friendly pecks on his lips, but it was different with Kelly. He was
pissed
at her for the trouble she’d gotten him into, and he wasn’t in a position to tell her that with a hundred people watching them and filming the whole thing.