The Porn Star 1
The Porn Star 1
Ian
“Oh, fuck,” my voice was throaty when I stroked my veiny shaft. So fucking hard.
I grunted, leaning back on the cold tile of the shower and closer my eyes. Warm water showered over my tall and lean, muscles body when my filthy mind wandered to my friend, my little porn writer, Amy. I pumped myself again, squeezing the girthy length. Just a mere thought of her made me as hard as steel.
Sweet Amy, with her sexy glasses, her pale skin glistening with water when she kneels in front of me. Her glasses would fog up and I would gently keep them away to stare at her dark eyes pooling with desire. For me. She would be shy because she is. I will pet her sleek golden hair and pull her closer to my throbbing cock with it, her plum lips wet and ready. Parting her mouth when I feed her my cock, my eyes flickering from her greedy mouth to her heavy breasts.
“Fuck, Amy,” I moaned in the empty bathroom, my palm tightening as my muscles clench.
“You called me?”
I gritted my teeth and opened my eyes, my dick red and throbbing in my palm. I looked at the white door standing between the woman staring in my filthy fantasies since I was sixteen and my self control to grab her by the neck and kiss her until she begs me to throat fuck her.
“Unless you want to help me finish up, Amy, you can leave,” I drawled, knowing well how her cheeks would be flushing and then she would push her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
After a moment of silence, she replied, her sweet voice muffled, “I…I didn’t need to know that, Ian. Carla called you for your waxing appointment and then you have a twosome with—”
I groaned, my dick going soft at the thought of someone waxing my privates. Yet again. “Yes, yes, I get it. I will be out in five.”
“Okay,” she said, I could feel her smiling, her adorable tooth gap smile that made be hard again. “I have made pancakes for you.”
“Thank you,” I replied in a hoarse voice, imagining watching her ride me, gasping and moaning when I hold her by the neck and swat her ass, guiding her on my length.
I came in a minute, pumping myself as I released in the drain, wondering how beautiful it would look on her sweet tits.
When I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist, my dick soft, the post-nut clarity hit me like a truck. My best friend since twelve was humming a Frank Sinatra song while making pancakes for me. Her golden hair was coiled in a lazy bun over the back of her neck, her curvaceous hips swaying from side to side and all I could think was how she’d look without her flowy dress, bent over for me.
“Smells delicious,” I said, popping a grape from the fruit basket.
Amy jumped, turning around to see me lean on the marble island, her deep brown eyes, without the glasses, trailing from my damp hair to my dimpled smile. She threw a grape at my face and shook her head, “Get dressed, Ian. Or else you’ll be late for your Brazilian wax.”
I straightened up, licking my lips at the savoury taste of the grape. “Do you like them waxed or trimmed?”
She made a choking sound and turned off the stove to face me with a hand on her hip. Fuck, those hips. “Excuse me?”
“You have never told me, I am curious. Do you like hair on your partner?” You know…so I can take some notes.
“I…I don’t mind trimmed.” She added, her eyes flickering at my waist, “Or waxed.”
Amy’s cheeks flushed after glancing at my bare chest. She looked away as if I didn’t notice the way her legs clench under her short summer dress. If she wasn’t my best friend, I would have made her fuck herself with her eyes on me the entire time. Her one hand on her clit, the other holding her dress up and then in the same position, I’d fuck the shyness out of her.
A man can dream.
“What about you?” She asked in a small voice, clearing her throat as she drizzled a lot of maple syrup on her pancakes.
“I only have one preference.”
“And that is?” She looked at me with her big doe eyes.
That it should be you.
I smirked, not having enough courage to say it. “Some day, I will tell you.”
Amy
I watched my best friend, one of the sexiest porn star trending on porn hub, walk down the hallway of the apartment we shared while trying not to drool at the sight of his muscled back and … fuck, that ass.
Groaning, I took another forkful of the pancakes remembering how shameless I had been moments ago. I hadn’t thought before answering Ian when he said my name in the shower. The thought of him masturbating to me turned me on so much.
I had leaned back on the wall, holding my dress up to use my other hand to rub myself on my throbbing clitoris. I heard Ian’s grunts and moans, imagining how wonderful it would feel to be underneath him while he fucked me relentlessly. I had came just before I heard the shower stop and it took every ounce of self-control in me not to grab him and kiss him on the lips when he stepped out. I had to pretend that I was making pancakes while my thong was soaking wet with my orgasm.
I crossed my legs when I heard him step out of his room and sit beside me. He thanked me for the breakfast while I tried not to press my nose against his neck and take a long whiff of his cologne.
I needed to get laid. Badly.
“Why are you so flushed?”
I pressed my hands on my cheeks which were warm. “I am. I don’t know…haha, another porn idea, I guess.”
“Here,” he faced me, cupping my cheeks with his large cold hands. “Which porn idea made your cheeks so flush?”
Ian gazed at me, his dark pools of eyes soft yet full of mischievous curiosity. As if he knew something filthy that I didn’t. His long lashes cast shadow on his high cheekbones when the sunlight from the kitchen window fell over his face, his lips thin yet so deliciously inviting. His nose was broad and it was one of the most attractive physical part of him. It made him seem like a crooked angel who was on Earth to fulfil every women’s dark fantasy.
I licked my lips and said, “Two best friends. He is a playboy and she is a shy girl, a bit cliche. He goes to her room after Christmas dinner with their families and finds her touching herself…and you know.”
His jaw clenched, his large hands feeling warm on my cheeks as I tried not to seem obvious while clenching my thighs. But he noticed. The way his eyes flickered from my legs to my face, the way his pupils dilated, I knew he noticed.
Ian leaned back, his piercing gaze pinned on me. “What happens next?”
A nervous chuckle poured out of me as I shrugged, looking at my empty plate of pancakes. Gah, why did I eat all of it? I should have left some so I could ignore a big fucking cloud of sexual tension hovering between us.
My skin trembled when his hand landed on my thigh, just above my bare knee. I swallowed the lump in my throat hearing the roughness of his voice. “Then what happened, Amy? I would like to know.”
Oh, God. That’s so hot.
Clearing my throat, I tried to be a professional porn writer. Keyword; I tried. “T-then he maybe asks her to do it again and then they have sex?”
Ian’s hand left my thigh as he hummed after swallowing his food. “Or they have a mutual masturbation and he cums on her tits and then she can blow him, maybe. Sex could be against the wall, or better yet, against her book shelf and then her mom checks up on her—”
“Is it going to be incest?”
He chuckled, his laugh edged with something that I couldn’t decipher. I glanced at him, his thoughtful face, his five o’clock stubble and the way his eyes burned me, making my thong drench in my arousal without even touching me. Okay, he touched me once.
“Not incest. She can say he left and he would have to cover her mouth and fuck her if they don’t want to get caught. They proceed to have sex like rabbits all night.”
I scratched my neck, his eyes averting from my face to the bare skin of my neck. “It sounds good but taking her virginity against the bookshelf—”
Ian scoffed, shaking his head as he ate another spoonful of pancakes.
I narrowed my eyes. “What is it?”
“Another quiet virgin? Come on, give her some character, Amy. You are the writer. Make her virgin if you want but let her have some dildos or sex toys around.”
“So sex toys give characters more depth. Got it, Mister Porn Star.”
I got up to keep my plate in the dishwasher, ignoring the burn on my thigh when his pants brushed my bare leg.
“Don’t call me that. I am not a porn star with you.”
I turned around to face him, uncoiling my hair from the bun and raking my hand through it. “Then what are you with me, Ian?”
He didn’t reply for a moment. His eyes seemed transfixed when they locked with mine.
“Anything you want me to be.”
I wanted to ask what he meant by that, will he pretend to be my sister? My grandma? My daddy?
But, of course, sex god had it against me when his cell phone started ringing. It was Carla, his agent who had hired him as a porn star for Slutty Sinners, a porn studio where most of the content was for women, made by women. It focused heavily on romantic part of the porn and character development through sex. It was no surprise that Ian Knight was one of the lead porn star because Slutty Sinners loved him. Me included. Not the love part, obviously, we were just friends. But it didn’t mean I was blind to his handsome face, sex-on-legs body and his gorgeous eight inches of cock.
“Yes, ma’am, I will be there,” he ended the call and looked at me. “Will you join me at the studio?”
Any other Slutty Sinner would have kissed his feet to watch him fuck live, but not me. It made me feel uncomfortable to see him so emotionless yet gentle and caring with his co-stars. The emotionless part bugged me the most. As his friend and being a part of the porn industry, I knew it was not pleasurable to have sex with lights and cameras all over you. It made sex artificial and Ian certainly didn’t enjoy that type of sex most of the time.
“You know my answer, Ian.”
He nodded as he stood up. “I won’t be back before ten so have dinner without me,” he kissed my forehead before stepping back.
“Are we going to visit your parent’s tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, they are excited to meet you,” I smiled, knowing how much my mom would love to have him during the Christmas dinner.
Ian smiled and it damned me, ruined me with all the dimples and sweetness. “I can’t wait to eat what Jenny has made.”
Me? Please let it be me.
It was a curse and a gift to be blessed with a dirty mind.
I drawled, “Sure.”
“And Amy?” He paused at the door, looking at me. “Work on that porn script for me, okay?”
There was something domineering by the way he said it, the tone of his voice much deeper and rough. I felt hypnotised by it as I nodded slowly.
Ian smiled, just a little.
“Goodgirl.”
A/N: I am just going to sit in my chair, sip on hot chocolate from the wine glass and wait for you guys to GUESS what will happen next 😏
