PLEASE, GORDON

For the next few seconds, I’m left on edge and in suspense once more… before…

“Take your robe off,” he orders.

His voice sounds distant… as if he’s talking from the door, which is more than five feet away. But the moment I do as he says, I feel him grip my hip lightly, his thumb stroking my bare skin.

My hands grope in the darkness until I find his collar. Then I grab him, pulling him onto the bed, dragging him close.

He doesn’t resist. It’s as if he expected me to do that—like he badly wished I would.

Well, here he goes.

“You aren’t leaving my side anymore, you understand?” I say to his face.

He lets out a light huff. “I didn’t say I was.”

“Then do what you have to do and stop—”

“Shh.” 

His cold lips land on my cheek. The hand on my hip travels sideways—toward my pelvic region.

As his fingers once again slide through my folds, a gasp escapes me, and my head falls back.

His lips trail down my jaw to my throat, while his middle finger steals into my core, triggering a jolt of pure, electric spark that shoots through me.

That instant force weakens my bones; even my grip on his collar slackens.

The stranger doesn’t move his finger, no matter how much I hoped he would. He just holds that pressure, letting me feel the heavy weight of my need.

He starts thrusting his finger in me… slowly… torturing me, making me bite my lip to keep me from crying out. A whimper escapes anyway.

My hips jerk to quicken the pace, but his free hand pins me down by my waist.

“Fuck… fucking hell,” I croak out.

What he’s giving me isn’t enough. He’s slow. Too fucking slow. And it’s frustrating. It’s driving me insane.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, and consumed by the tension coiling in my lower belly.

“Please…” I breathe out. Even I can’t hear the word, so I wonder if the stranger does.

But he does.

“Say please, Gordon…” he growls.

I don’t hesitate. “Please, Gordon.”

Gordon, or whoever he is, snaps his fingers immediately, and the lights come on.

My eyes widen. “What the fuck…”

The lights are on. Gordon’s mask is off along with his clothes, and he’s watching me, the side of his lips curved up into a sly smile.

Suddenly, I feel dizzy. Suddenly, his one finger in me is enough to do severe damage. Suddenly, I’m throbbing around his index, soaking its length. And, suddenly, I want that finger gone and his dick in.

“Gordon…” I whisper, a smile cutting across my face.

No wonder the familiar voice. It’s because I’ve known him since I was a teenager, although only through the camera.

Gordon Bridge is my idol. He’s a popular actor whom I’ve long fallen in love with.

Being this intimate with him used to be a dream, a fantasy, but now it’s real. It’s actually real.

The world narrows to the sight of him kneeling beside the bed, positioned between my legs.

“Hello, Dedan,” he mumbles before ducking down.

Next thing, his mouth is on me.

The first touch of his hot tongue slurping my wetness makes me shiver.

It drags all the way up from my entrance to my clit, circling the latter before sucking the sensitive bud hungrily and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Stars explode behind my eyelids. A choked sob tears from my throat. And my hands grip the dark strands of his hair.

He groans against me, the vibration making my toes curl as my hips move of their own accord, rocking against his face, chasing my own orgasm.

“Please don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I breathe out between moans, only because I can feel myself reaching the peak. I can see it. I can sense it.

It’s like a coil low in my belly, tangled so tight that it threatens to explode from the force.

“I wanna cum!” I gasp, feeling the overwhelming need to let go. Except I don’t know how. But I’m getting there. I’m climbing that ladder—that precious ladder to ecstasy. “Gordon, faster! Faster!”

My phone pings, but I pay no heed. But then a voice comes through: a voice message.

‘Dedan, you and that Eli girl are fucked. Mom is back. Dad is back. I couldn’t help but expose you, and I can’t wait to see your pathetic faces. You think you’re smart, eh?’

She got me at the very first sentence. That is the exact time when I pushed Gordon off me, jumped out of bed, and scrambled for my clothes.

“What’s going on?” Gordon asks, looking confused.

I wish I could explain more, but I seriously can’t. I have to find Elioza.

“Will you change your nickname?” I ask instead as I hurriedly put on my clothes.

Gordon shakes his head. “I won’t. You?”

“Me too. Same room, next time. I’ll place the invitation.”

And I dash.