Page 22 of Game Changer

Chapter9

Zara

Untangling myself from Buckie and standing up, I point to the bed. “Lie down.”

He obliges and lies back on the bed, kicking the rumpled duvet off the side. I take my fill of him lying there, his lithe, tanned body against the crisp white sheets. I can see why he’s so popular with his fans.

“Mmm. That movie star look suits you Buckie. I know you were fit back in the day, but you must be in the gym every day to look like that.” I kneel on the bed next to him and place my hand on his abs.

“I have to keep myself fit. The industry is brutal with their opinions of you. I don’t think there’s been one audition I’ve been to where something wasn’t commented on.”

“Well, they’re fools. You’re perfect. I’ve paid good money to see this body.”

“Stop objectifying me.”

He pulls me down beside him until we are lying side by side. He takes my hand, and our fingers entwine with each other’s as though they’re made to fit together. I turn my head to look at him and we stare into each other’s eyes. The passing clouds outside scatter the sunlight over us now and then. The changing light makes Buckie’s pupils contract and dilate and it’s mesmerising.

He runs his finger down my face, pulling on my lip with his thumb. He skims his fingers down my neck, over my clavicle, skimming the side curve of my breast. His feather light touches send goosebumps all over my body and my nipples harden to stiff points. The feeling is ethereal, and I close my eyes as he continues lower, crossing from one hip to the other and back again. He caresses my hip and moves his fingers to the apex of my thigh. His touch has me bucking my hips off the bed at the rush of sensation. I swallow hard and open my eyes. His gaze is intense, and I see for the first time something more there. I’ve looked into those blue eyes plenty of times, but I don’t know that I’ve ever seen beyond them.

“You’re beautiful Zara.”

He moves his hand and finds the spot on my body that has been crying out for his touch. Slicking his finger in my arousal he pushes it inside me, keeping his eyes open and on mine the whole time. I fight the urge to close my eyes against the delicious intrusiveness and keep my gaze on him. It’s intense and so erotic. He adds another finger, pressing the heel of his hand down on me, hitting every nerve ending inside and out. I’m about to explode as the sensations warm my body all over. I grab his hand, forcing his fingers in as far as they will go, and my orgasm takes hold quicker than I anticipated. I don’t have time to think before he positions himself between my legs, his fingers still inside me. My body is convulsing and he’s wringing every bit of pleasure he can from it with his expert hands. He removes his fingers and takes a long lick right up my pussy until his tongue hits my clit and I swear I’m about to pass out.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against my swollen and oh so sensitive bud.

“Good… Lord. Buckie, please stop I can’t…”

He rears up over me stopping only to take my nipple in his mouth, giving the tiniest nip that has me moaning. “Beautiful,” he whispers as he moves up and kisses me, and I can taste my arousal on his lips.

His cock is hot and heavy against the top of my thigh, and I’m desperate to have him inside me. But a nagging voice reminds me I don’t know where he’s been in all this time. Despite that, my body seems to be on a mission, and I move my hips so that he’s positioned right at that wet and ready entrance. I’m fortunate that my brain still has the capacity to kick in.

“Condoms Buckie,” I manage to croak out.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, jumping right up to his feet on the bed. He salutes me and jumps off, heading for where his bags are sitting open on the floor.

I laugh at him, and he’s back between my legs in no time. I watch him rip open the packet and put the condom on, and he positions himself exactly as he was. Putting his hands behind my back he pulls me up so that I’m sitting on his lap. A good old-fashioned missionary is nice, but this is better. I lift myself and lower down onto him and both of us groan in unison.

“Fuck Zar, I’ve missed you.”

“Me too,” I whisper as I slide down the rest of the way until I can feel him in nice and deep.

He bends his head, placing soft kisses on my breasts. He holds me so close it’s as though we’re fused together. We’ve never had sex like this before. It used to always be fast and, dare I say it, a means to an end. It was all I ever allowed it to be. It was self-preservation.

I rock my hips on him and he puts his hand in my hair pulling my mouth down and taking it in a sensual, long, slow kiss. Our tongues finding each other’s and dancing a familiar dance to a new tune.

Buckie pushes my upper body onto the bed leaving my hips raised in his lap. The change of position has his cock hitting me in a place I’ve never known existed before.

“Holy shit, that’s nice,” I groan.

“Hmm, yes, it is.”

He lifts my hips and pulls back, before easing back in again. The slow catch and release he has going on is driving me wild. I swear if he doesn’t stop or change pace, I’m going to be a flooded mess on this bed.

“Fuck Zara, this is going to be quick. Hold onto the frame behind you.”

I nod and grab the slats of the bed frame behind my head as he withdraws one more time then rams back into me. I know why he wanted me to hold on. He picks up the pace and before long we’re both on the brink of one almighty orgasm. Mine takes hold of me first and he keeps up the rhythm the whole way through it. He comes with a roar, sweat beading on his forehead. I roll my hips and my inner muscles tighten around his still hard, pulsing shaft. Keeping up the momentum I wring every bit of pleasure from both of us.

“I’m done for,” he says panting, lowering my hips. Pulling out of me he discards the condom into some tissues from the bedside table. Collapsing beside me, he kicks up a flat sheet from the end of the bed and pulls it over us. He turns to look at me. His smile is beautiful and so full of love.

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