Chapter 6

Chapter 6

{Sex With My Favorite P**n Star}

Gold’s POV

“Oh! I'm sorry,” Ava apologized, bowing her head toward the crowd that had been staring at her. They offered small, amused smiles in return. We walked up to the payment counter and were told that everything had already been taken care of. Ava let out a strange, nervous laugh. I was baffled. We had just arrived—who could have possibly paid for our entire day?

“Don't you think it's weird?” I whispered in her ear. Ava just shrugged.

“Who cares? It's paid for; we should just have fun,” she said, her voice completely devoid of worry.

Ava’s POV

Gold and I changed into the new swimwear provided by the park and rushed toward the pools. It was the best feeling I’d ever had—just playing in the water, splashing around, and taking endless videos and snaps on Gold’s phone. My blissful moment was cut short, however, when a staff member approached and told me I was being called for.

“What do you mean your ‘boss’ wants to talk to her?” Gold’s voice rose, quickly turning into a heated argument with the messenger.

“He’s only carrying out an order, Gold...” I pouted, feeling a bit of pity for the young man caught in the middle.

“Let me just see what this is about,” I interrupted. Gold looked at me as if I had suddenly grown two horns.

“Seriously?!” she yelled. I placed a calming hand on her chest. She took several deep breaths and glared at the young man.

“Five minutes,” she barked.

The man just stared at me, then nodded for me to follow. He led me through the park toward the upscale restaurant area, with me still in my swimwear.

“Bring her to my room,” I heard a voice say—a conversation between the boss and this messenger. I was led toward a private, luxury guest suite.

“Was it your boss who paid for our tickets and everything?” I asked. The messenger simply nodded.

“Okay,” I mumbled. We finally reached a set of heavy doors.

“Let her in,” a voice called from inside. It was the coolest, smoothest voice I’d ever heard, second only to my celebrity crush, Martin Luther. The escort opened the door, and I stepped inside.

“Lucky Darius?” I stuttered, quickly covering my mouth. I had to be dreaming. I couldn't believe it was actually him—the man I had just been watching on the Celebrity Lifestyle channel.

“Can I hug you?” I asked, my eyes blurring with tears of shock.

“Yeah,” he smiled, spreading his arms wide. I rushed into his embrace without a second thought. We hugged, but suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. He moved with practiced grace, turning me over until I was lying on my back on the plush bed. He settled himself between my legs.

“Do you want to have a session with me?” he asked, his gaze heavy with lust. I bit my lip, feeling a sudden wave of heat. He seemed to understand my reaction perfectly. He leaned down and captured my lips; they tasted like cool mint ice cream. When he moved to my neck, a moan escaped me.

“Fvck!” I threw my head back, eyes fluttering shut. We pulled at my clothes hungrily. He smiled at the sight of me, his fingers tracing my skin to make me react. When he took me into his mouth, my entire body vibrated under him, and I let out a sharp gasp.

“What’s your name?” he asked against my skin.

“Ava...” I managed to moan.

“Moan for me, Ava!” he groaned, beginning to move against me with a ruthless pace. I felt a surge of confidence; I loved it when a man took charge like that. Darius kept up the pressure, his movements fast and precise. My body was humming with tension when the sudden buzz of a machine made my eyes snap open.

“What’s this?” I stuttered. He gave me a knowing, wicked smile.

“A vibrator,” he whispered. He used the device against me, and the sensation was so intense I felt like I couldn't keep my legs still.

“Fffuuuucccckkkk!” I screamed, clutching the silk sheets. “You’re going to kill me!” I begged him to stop, but he only growled in response.

“I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

He pressed the device harder against me, and I felt myself hit a breaking point over and over again. He blindfolded me, making every other sense heighten as he took control. I gripped the sheets, my moans echoing in the room. He turned me over, and I felt him move from one sensation to the next, exploring every part of me until I was breathless.

Eventually, we switched positions. I took the lead, riding him at my own pace, enjoying the feel of his hands against my skin. When he turned me back over to finish, the friction was so hot I thought I might burn up.

He groaned, finally reaching his release. I reached out, tracing the evidence of our encounter with a dazed smile. He pulled me into a rough, breathless kiss.

I eventually slipped into the en-suite bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, he was still sitting there, watching me.

“How old are you, Ava?” he asked.

“Nineteen,” I replied simply. He reached out and pulled me onto his lap. I sat there, and he stared at me for a long beat.

“You know, I love those moves,” he said. “This is the best sex I’ve had all month.”

“All month?!” I exclaimed, a laugh bubbling up in my throat.