Les Tales (6 page)

Nia and Cree and the guys headed over to the last rave of Dragon Con. All of them were very intoxicated, but they didn't care. The men were having a ball snapping camera-phone photos of people in costumes. Only a few people asked for photos with the guys, which they happily took just to be in photos with various cosplayers. They weren't treated like celebrities by most of the people. Only a few girls squealed when they saw the guys partying with them.

Cree ground her body against Les to the techno playing in the ballroom. Les put his arms around her, pulling her as close as he possibly could. She could feel the erection growing in his pants, but she didn't care. She rolled her hips, grinding and showing him where twirking really came from.

Kirk sat next to Nia at the back of the dark ballroom. They saw people making out in the chairs behind them. One couple was quite possibly having sex in darkness.

“This is insane.” Kirk put his hand on Nia's thigh. “A great way to end a long weekend.”

“Thank you. Never in a million years did I expect my Dragon Con to be like this.”

“Oh, please. I'm sure men are always falling at your feet.” Kirk smiled.

“Nah, they might think I'm cute, but the second they find out I'm a total geek, the attraction wears off.” They both laughed.

“Well, they are idiots.”

Their eyes met. Kirk leaned in, his lips meeting Nia's. Nia couldn't believe just how soft his lips were. Before she was ready, he pulled away.

“I'm so sorry, Nia. I shouldn't have done that.” Kirk's usual smile was replaced by a look of worry.

“It's all right.” Nia wanted him to come back to her.

“No, I might play that guy, but I'm not that guy. I don't want you thinking I'm trying to make you some type of one-night thing.”

Nia suddenly wanted to disappear. She had had Kirk all wrong. He was sexy, but sweet at the same time. She now respected him even more.

“Hey, it's okay. I knew better myself. Liquor and costumes give people the confidence to go for things they normally wouldn't attempt.”

Kirk laughed. “Well, trust me, you would have had no attempt under normal circumstances. However, I know you are worth more than that. I told you, you are one of a kind.” Kirk kissed Nia on her forehead. They laughed it off and continued to talk and watch the dance floor.

Cree turned around and wrapped her arms around Les. She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care. She was horny, and she had the chance to sleep with the man she had dreamed about every night since
Olympus
aired. She had to go for it.

“So what would you like to do after this?” She smiled slyly.

“It's four in the morning. I think there's only one thing left to do.”

“What? An after-hours breakfast joint?” She grinned.

“I can order you pancakes in my room.”

Cree took her chance, kissing Les on his lips. He held her body tight in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The erection was full.

“Oh, I'd prefer an omelet.”

“Anything you want.” Les kissed her again before grabbing her hand and walking off the dance floor.

Cree took her phone out and sent a text to Nia.

Nia read the text message and shook her head. “I think our people left us,” she said.

“Figures.” Kirk stood up. He held his hand out, taking Nia's hand in his. “Let me make sure you get back to your room okay.”

 

 

I was going to seize the opportunity. Ursula led me to the bedroom. The king-size bed was going to allow us plenty of space for rolling around. I watched her silhouette as she pulled her dress over her head, exposing her naked body. Her golden-brown skin was radiant. There wasn't a hair to be found on her body. She was as smooth as silk, the smoothest I'd ever seen.

Ursula walked over to me and began to unbutton my romper. I grabbed her hands. I was going to be in control of this situation. She didn't seem to agree. Before I knew it, she had ripped my romper, causing the buttons to scatter to the floor. I couldn't believe it. She pulled me closer.

“Remember, I am the Amazon queen.” She pulled my sleeves down, squeezing my breasts through my bra. Ursula's tongue danced down my stomach as she pulled the torn romper down to the floor. I slowly stepped out of it and flung my heels to the side of the room. I was still not going to be outdone.

I pushed Ursula on the bed. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her body to the edge of the bed until her vagina was pressed against my leg. I could feel the wetness on my thigh. I ran my hand down the smooth surface of her womanhood. She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down.

“In here I'm the Amazon queen,” I told her.

“I don't think so.” Before I knew it, Ursula's legs were wrapped around me. She flipped my body over, and my back hit the mattress. Before I could catch my breath, she was on top of me, pulling my bra up, exposing my Cs. Her mouth nibbled on my nipples, causing them to stand at attention.

I wasn't going to be outdone. I pushed her over and got on top of her. I pushed two fingers deep inside of her walls, causing her to let out a moan, which gave me goose bumps. It was the sexiest sound I had ever heard in my life. I fingered her, covering my hand with her elixir. I pulled out. I had to taste. I sucked her wetness off my fingers. I knew it was going to be good, but I didn't expect it to be hypnotizing. I needed more.

I climbed down and got on my knees. I pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and buried my head between her wet thighs. My tongue fucked her as I stuck my index finger in her asshole.

“Temple!”

My name had never sounded better. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and sucked some more. Her body belonged to me. My tongue fucked her while my finger fucked her ass. I wanted her to feel me for days. Her legs began to tremble from the sensation. That only let me know I needed more. I placed another finger inside her tight asshole as I continued to devour her. She was my surf, turf, and dessert.

“Temple!” Her quivering legs were now having full convulsions. I knew it was coming, and I prepared myself to receive all the nectar her body would give to me.

Suddenly she pushed me off her with her foot. I fell back on my ass. I looked up to see Ursula staring at me. She jumped off the bed and pushed my legs in the air. I felt my lace panties tear as she yanked them with her teeth. Her tongue entered my cave with an animalistic force. She growled as I became her meal. I couldn't stop it. My mouth dropped open. Words couldn't escape, only the short breaths that I managed to take. She wasn't killing me softly. She was murdering me with her mouth. She stopped only long enough to turn around. Her ass was in front of my face as she buried her face back inside of me. I looked at her flower, which was staring at me. A bit of her wetness fell on my lips. I needed it. We submerged ourselves in each other, becoming one.

“Do the elevators always take this long?” Kirk leaned against the wall.

“It's all a part of the experience.” Nia smiled. They had been waiting on the elevators for what seemed like an eternity. For once Nia didn't care. The quicker the elevators came, the sooner her dream night would come to an end.

“I can't believe it's this late and I'm not in the bed.” Kirk rubbed his eyes.

“Oh, come on. You have to be used to this.” Nia walked over and stood next to Kirk. He shook his head.

“Not at all. On the show most of our call times are super early in the morning, so I'm usually in the bed by ten or eleven. That makes me sound like such a lame.” Kirk's smile gave Nia instant butterflies in her stomach. He laid his head on her shoulder, allowing his blond hair to fall on her. She could smell his shampoo, coconut. She liked it.

Just then someone yelled, “Zeus!”

The two looked up to see two guys covered in fake blood walking toward them. Due to
The Walking Dead,
zombies were a popular costume at the event.

“Fucking Zeus standing right here.” The same loud zombie hit Kirk on his arm with force.

Kirk smiled. “Yeah, experiencing the con with you guys.”

Nia wanted to correct them, as Kirk wasn't Zeus, but she noticed he didn't seem to mind it at all.

“Yeah, and this hottie . . . But that's right. Zeus likes to fuck random chicks from land and not just on the mountain.”

“Excuse me?” Nia stood up straight. Kirk grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly and stood in front of her. She knew it meant he would handle it.

“It's nothing like that. Just having a good time, like you guys,” Kirk said.

The other zombie added his two cents in while rubbing his hands together. “I bet.”

The first zombie's eyes widened. “Yo, we are headed to this party on the eighth floor. They would fucking flip out if they saw you there, man.”

Nia watched as Kirk handled himself like a true man. It wasn't doing anything to prevent her from wanting him more. He smiled, flashing his pearly whites, which she'd grown to love on the TV show.

“Sounds fun, but I have a big day tomorrow, and I'm just gonna make sure my friend here gets to her room all right, and I'm headed back to my hotel. But, hey, thanks for the invite—”

“Oh, we can make sure she gets to her room all right, if you want us to,” said the first zombie as he gave Nia a menacing glare, which instantly made her uncomfortable. “Come on. Just stop by the party.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Kirk turned around to face Nia.

“Fuck you, then, asshole!” the first zombie yelled, and then both zombies started cursing Kirk out.

“He's too good for us,” said the second zombie.

“Fucking asshole, you suck as an actor, anyway,” the first zombie muttered.

Kirk sighed.

“Hey, um, how about you just go? I'll get to my room okay,” Nia said. She could see the frustration growing on Kirk's face. After all, she knew his expressions very well from the show.

“No, I'm okay.” Kirk rubbed her hand. “Just ignore it.”

“Don't fucking ignore us, bro,” the first zombie said.

Nia looked around. Luckily, few people were paying attention to them.

The second zombie added, “I guess he's too busy trying to get some pussy from that whore—”

Kirk's fist met his face, instantaneously knocking the drunken zombie out with one punch. The fall caused the people milling about to finally turn around to see what was going on. Nia grabbed Kirk and pulled him away from the scene before camera phones started to come out.

Moments later they made it to the hotel room and fire escape staircase. It was the only completely empty place in the whole hotel. Kirk shook his head and laughed.

“I'm sorry you had to witness that.” He held both of Nia's hands. Nia tried to keep her calm as his gray eyes stared at her.

“No, it's totally okay.” Nia could feel the heat growing between her legs. She needed him to stop staring at her before she found herself breaking the rules right along with Cree.

“Damn elevators. What floor are you on again?” Kirk looked up the winding staircase, which seemed to never end.

“Ten.” Nia and Kirk both laughed.

“Of course you are.” Kirk looked at Nia again. “How about an alternative? I feel that since I fought for you, it's only right that you come back to my room and make sure my hand doesn't swell.”

Nia wanted to yell yes so that it echoed throughout the staircase. She smiled. “That sounds great and all but . . .”

“PG rated. I promise.” Kirk's eyes were fixed on Nia again.

“Um . . .”

“Look.” Kirk took Nia's hand again. “I could make up some excuse, but the truth is that this has been a great night, and honestly, I'm not ready to let you go just yet.”

Nia's eyes met Kirk's. She knew she had to be dreaming. How did the little mocha girl have the Adonis from her favorite TV show telling her how he didn't want to leave her? She knew she needed to say no, walk up the insane number of steps, and get in her own bed. But she couldn't take her eyes off of him.

“Well, now, how is a girl supposed to say no to those eyes?”

Kirk squeezed Nia's hand, and they headed out the side door.

Cree and Les couldn't keep their hands off of each other. The cab ride was like playing a game of seven minutes in heaven.

Les handed the cabdriver money, and then they headed into the hotel. The elevator ride was part two, as Les caressed Cree's back, his hand resting firmly there, and then grabbed a handful of Cree's ass.

He couldn't get the door open quickly enough. Cree didn't notice the lavish suite. She didn't care about the decor or the ambiance. The light from the lamp was all she needed. As soon as they walked in the suite, she had her fingers on the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them as quickly as she could.

They kissed nonstop while walking around the suite, leaving a trail of clothes as they went. Les opened the double doors to the bedroom. The king-size bed was made up perfectly. As Cree looked at the bed, everything hit her. This wasn't a game, and it wasn't a dream. She was about to sleep with a man she'd admired on her TV every Sunday for the past five years. Her face dropped.

“Is everything okay?” Les asked.

Cree turned her head to see Les standing a few steps away in his silk boxers. Cree shook her head. It wasn't like the show. His body was ten times better in person. His sun-kissed skin only made his muscles stand out in the dim light. His black hair was still spiked perfectly, just as it was when he picked her up, even though she had run her hands through it in the cab.

“I don't know if I can do this.” Cree couldn't believe the words actually came out of her mouth.

“What's—”

Cree cut Les off before he could say anything. “I'm not this girl. I'm not the girl who sleeps with celebrities. Les, I have been a fan of yours since I first saw you. You are fucking brilliant, and if I do this, I will have to live with knowing that the man I am such a fan of will always look at me as just that black chick at Dragon Con that he banged.”

Les exhaled, causing his chest to fall some. He smiled as he walked close to her. Les put his hands on her arms.

“That's all I needed to hear.” Les's lips pressed against Cree's pouty lips. He pulled her face closer to his with his giant hand. Cree ran her hands up and down his strong back. She didn't want to let go, but she knew she needed to. He finally pulled away, leaving her wanting more.

“Cree, I know you aren't that type of girl. Kirk and I both know you and your friends aren't that type of girl. If you were, I wouldn't have hung out tonight. I would have just brought you back to the room, banged you, and sent you on your way. You are here because I really want you here, and because I am very attracted to you. Even if you weren't one of my fans, I would have come after you. I knew the moment I saw you, I had to have you. Don't deny me.”

His deep, raspy voice sent chills through Cree's body. She couldn't say no. She dropped her head as he dropped to his knees. Cree threw her head back as Les pulled her panties down and put her leg on his shoulder. He buried his head in her inferno, which was burning for him. Cree's mouth dropped. Words couldn't escape, only moans.

Cree grabbed his jet-black hair as Les attempted to lick her dry. She knew it would never happen, as his tongue was causing her to get only wetter with every stroke. Les held her hands tight as he stood up. Before she knew it, she was in the air and holding on to him as her legs trembled on his shoulders. He put her back against the wall as he continued his assault on her clit. The muscles were not a mirage: the man was beyond strong. Cree's toes stretched, then curled up. She knew it had to be because he wasn't from America, as no man had ever claimed her with his tongue the way Les was. Cree's legs jerked. She hit her hand against the wall.

Les let out a moan as he grabbed her arms. Cree's back left the wall, and he walked over to the bed with ease with her still on his shoulders. Slowly, Les laid Cree down on the perfectly made bed. Cree watched as he walked over to his luggage, then returned to the bed and slowly pulled off his black silk boxers. Cree couldn't believe the size of his package, which was rock hard, with a curve. She knew she was looking at seven or eight inches with a serious thickness. The curve only excited her more.

Les put a condom on and came closer to the bed. He stared at Cree's naked brown skin. He ran his index finger up her leg.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

Cree nodded her head, still unable to form actual words. Les slowly climbed on top, pulling her legs apart. They didn't lose eye contact as he entered her. Cree's mouth dropped open when his tip gave her pleasurable pain. She gasped for air when the curve in his dick found her softest place and hit it over and over again. Cree's fingernails dug into his back. They both moaned as their bodies worked in perfect unison together. He wasn't fucking her; this was something completely different. It was passion at its highest. Cree grabbed his ass, feeling his muscles as they contracted with every thrust.

Cree's lip quivered as Les's hands pinned her down on the bed. She couldn't move. Her body trembled as he nibbled on her nipples, causing them to stiffen. Her body belonged to him, and he knew it and treated it accordingly. Les let out a growl that made Cree's body tremble, and then their eyes locked. There was silence in that moment. They stared at each other as though they were both trying to look into the other's soul. Les didn't take his eyes off of her as he thrust his manhood as deeply as possible. Cree's mouth dropped open as the intensity of the thrusts caused her body to tense.

She felt it coming, pleasure was about to engulf her, but she wasn't ready. All her training and exercise couldn't stop the orgasm from escaping her body. She wanted to hold it in, but that was impossible. Her legs jerked as she held on to him for dear life. She closed her eyes. She wanted to create a mental picture of that moment. She wanted to live in that moment for the rest of her life.

Cree opened her eyes to see Les staring directly at her. Their eyes met again when Les ran his finger across Cree's lips. She licked his finger, closing her mouth around the thick finger. She closed her eyes as she sucked his finger, causing him to moan again. With his left hand he grabbed the side of her thigh. His strokes intensified, becoming faster with each thrust. Cree had already experienced nirvana, but she could feel death creeping back up on her.

“Cree.”

Cree loved hearing him call her name. The intensity in his deep voice drove her insane. She could hear him call her name for the rest of her life.

“Cree. Shit.” Les pounded his fist on the headboard. He let out the loudest groan, and made the whole bed rumble. Cree watched him climax on top of her. His hard body became limp as he rested against her breasts. Cree ran her hand across his face, wiping the sweat from his brow. He rolled off of her.

It was the moment Cree wasn't ready for. She didn't know her next move. Was she supposed to get up, grab her clothes, and take the walk of shame back to her hotel room? Before she could sit up, she felt Les's large arm grab her. He pulled her body close to his. Their bodies were aligned perfectly. He kissed her on her back.

“That was amazing.
You
are amazing,” he whispered in her ear.

Cree smiled, she knew there was nothing she could say to top that. She put her arm on top of his, holding his hand as they both fell asleep, completely exhausted from the best day ever.

 

 

Nia couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard. The two of them settled into his suite. He gave her one of his shirts to sleep in, and a pair of boxer shorts that probably cost more than Nia's whole outfit. Realizing he had the munchies, Kirk was about to order room service when Nia told him to let her order from a local wing spot that stayed open twenty-four hours on weekends. Twenty minutes later their order of wings and french fries was delivered.

“These are fucking amazing,” Kirk said as he ate a hot wing. “I don't think I've had wings that taste so good before.” Nia found his excitement, and his Australian accent, cute.

“I'm sure you haven't. They don't make them like this anywhere else in the world. I'm sure of it.”

“Those are big words, Madame Nia. Nowhere else in the world?”

Nia sat up and poked her chest out. “I say nowhere else in the world.”

“I might have to challenge you about that one day.”

They both glanced at the TV a moment later and noticed that the program guide on one of the Starz channels noted that
Olympus
was going to be coming on next. They looked at each other and started laughing. She loved how they just seemed to laugh about nothing at all. Nia reached for the remote, but Kirk stopped her.

“No, let's watch it. Maybe I can see what you guys see in it that makes you want to dress up and stuff.”

The show began to play as they settled back in bed, sitting up against the headboard like an old married couple watching their last show before going to bed at night.

“This is one of my favorite episodes, actually,” Nia said and ate another french fry.

“Oh, really?”

“Yep. It's where you sleep with Hercules's mom.”

Kirk looked at Nia. “What makes it one of your favorites?”

“It's this scene, actually. Your eyes. Man, when I saw this the first time, it gave me chills. You really delivered that monologue well. I felt like I was supposed to go to war or something.” Nia laughed, but she realized Kirk didn't. She looked over and saw he was staring at the screen.

“I found out my ex-fiancée was going to die about an hour before I did that scene,” he said. He fell silent. The only sound in the room was the one coming from the television. Kirk continued to stare at the screen. From the news and blogs, Nia knew that he had a fiancée who died two years earlier from a drug overdose.

“I was on the set, completely in that bloody makeup, when I got the phone call. I knew what the call was about by the look on my assistant's face. He had never looked so serious before. I really couldn't comprehend what her mother was saying to me, partly because she was crying. I just remember hanging the phone up and walking back to the set.”

“I'm so sorry, Kirk.” Nia put her hand on top of his.

“Oh, it's all right now. I knew she had problems, but she was my first love, my high school sweetheart and all of that.” Kirk smiled, but the usual radiance was gone. “I tried to get her help, but she just didn't want it. It killed me, but I had to let her go. Her mother blames me, of course. She says my leaving her was the thing that drove her over the edge, but I didn't know what else I could do.”

“We never know what to do in those situations.”

“We?” Kirk looked at Nia. Their eyes met.

“My father.” Nia shrugged her shoulders. “He felt that drugs were more important than his only child. So after attempting more than once to get him help, I realized there was nothing else I could do for him.”

“Where is he now?” Kirk asked.

“In jail, for at least the next few years. He tried to rob a store when he was high. But, you know, I'm happy he's there instead of out here. At least in jail he has a roof over his head and meals.”

The silence entered the room again. Kirk squeezed Nia's hand. She looked at his face. He no longer looked like the actor who was currently on TV, but like just a friend.

“You are something special. You do know that, Nia?”

Nia threw her hair back and smiled. “Well, you know I do try.”

They both laughed, and they continued to laugh for the rest of the night, until they finally fell asleep.