His Secret Pornstar | Discontinued

Chapter Ten

I sighed as I got back to my dorm late that night, Mikey dropping me off in front of the glass doors that led to the stairs and the elevator.

"Sorry about your day hon," he gave me a pitiful smile, squeezing my hand in a comforting gesture as my expression hadn't changed all day. Mikey had, of course, tried to cheer me up.

We ended up going out for Boba after the little incident at Blaine's office, which made me feel better momentarily but my thoughts ran wild the whole time.

I don't understand being this upset. We had sex a couple times and I got way too attached. He wasn't mine. He never will be. He's more than likely older anyways, and that's never a good idea. Older men come with issues of judgment from others. I'm bad at dealing with things like that.

"It's okay Mikey, thank you for being there," This time I was the one to give a pitiful smile, barely even a smile in all honesty. Just enough of one to get by.

I grabbed the strap of my bag, pulling it up and over my shoulder as I swung a leg out of his car to go ahead and stand up. I closed the door, but he rolled down the window.

"Call me if you need to bae, you know I'll pick up. And if not, at least try to talk to Ellie or something. Don't wallow in your sorrow," his sympathetic smile never left his plump lips, but I just nodded along to his words and bid my goodbyes, watching as he drove off and on to the main road, away from campus.

I sighed once more, opening the double doors and heading up the stairs, three flights of stairs to be exact as I lived on the third floor.

I began to take out my keys as I got onto my floor, my eyes focused on the little jingling they made when I finally looked up as I got to my door.

Blaine stood there, a nonchalant look on his face. His hands lay in his pockets and he was leaned up against the door.

"How did you—" my arm was suddenly taken into his grasp, making me nearly trip as he began to pull along.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing – let go– whoa!" Before I knew it I was atop his shoulder, digging into my ribs painfully until he thankfully adjusted me.

"Be quiet," he snapped a bit at me.

"Oh, you! You have no reason to be mad at me, I need to be mad at you! So you put me down right this instance or I'll—"

"I said be quiet." He suddenly said with a low, gravelly tone to his voice, one that had me shutting up immediately and just hanging over his shoulder in such a humiliating way.

"Would you at least put me down?" We stopped in the middle of the hall beside the stairs and he carefully set me down, upon which I glared up at him and dusted myself off while doing so. He just thinks he can come up here and do this, but I'm not going to listen to a single thing he has to say!

Of course I'll follow him though.

We made it back outside where he dragged me to his car with a grip on my arm as I had already tried walking off. It did not go as planned.

He shut the door, and I watched with a grumpy look and arms crossed as he passed over the hood of the car before going in on the drivers side. The second he sat down, I began to open my mouth to say something, of course. I was mad! Something needed to be said! Something more.

But his lips captured mine. No gentleness, no sensualness, just raw passion. His lips were hungry and fed onto mine, pulling my head to meet every kiss he gave my lips, pleasuring my lips with.

My body unwound, untensed and I leaned into the kiss, forgetting every single little thought that ever came my way. Why was I mad, again?

He took my shoulder and pulled me to him until I was nearly across the dash.

He ran his hands up and through my hair, skimming his tongue over my lips and dancing with my own. The tips of our tongues brushed and I hesitated, and that's when he finally pulled back.

I gasped for air, holding onto his arms that held mine gently.

Our eyes looked into each other, and I couldn't help but blush from what just had happened.

"Wh…" I began to say, trying to find the right words for what I wanted to say, trying to just gather my thoughts to know what to do.

He pulled me onto his lap, leaning the chair all the way back and pushing my hair away from my face.

"Tell me bella, I'm listening," he spoke softly finally, grazing his hand upon my cheek gently as I struggled to find the words I knew I needed to say.

"Who is she…that woman?" I finally managed to get out, seeing a growing grin on his lips which just began to make me angry again.

"Stop smiling and just tell me!" I whined, hitting his chest softly and hearing him let out a little huff in return.

"She's my secretary. I will admit — we had a small fling…" My eyebrows furrowed and I went to get up and off his lap when he held me down by my waist. "But," he emphasized, looking around to get my eye contact which I hesitantly gave him. "It's over. It's not anymore and it hasn't been for awhile. Because all I want is you," he smiled slowly, tucking my hair behind my ear as I looked at him with multiple confusing looks.

"R…really?" I asked, but in a way didn't want to believe it. I wanted to be mad at him for whatever reason. Maybe to give him the same feeling he left me for days with.

"As for my phone," he pointed to the black phone sitting in his cup holder. "It's been there for days. Dead. I'm sorry I haven't texted or called, I'm sure that's another reason you're upset with me but bella, trust me I wanted to." He nudged my chin towards him when I broke our contact.

"I've been running rampid with work to meet deadlines for some clients. I'm sorry, Eve."

He kissed my cheek gently, once then twice before I looked at him and our lips conjoined once more, and I grabbed him by his collar roughly.

He held my hips carefully, stroking them and going in my shirt to feel my skin against his. The feeling of his hands on me once more brought tingles to my body, butterflies to my stomach.

"I forgive you," I said between our kisses, feeling the smile light his lips once I did.

His hands circled down to my waist and went under my leggings, between my legs where he cupped my heat and had a gasp to throw me off from our kissing. He kissed my jawline in the meantime, rubbing me as I moaned and clenched onto his shirt.

"Can I have you, bella?" I nodded almost immediately, and it took those very words for him to throw my shirt and bra off and begin to suck on my nipple, cupping my other breast in his hand gently, palming it.

He kissed down my neck while tweaking at my nipples, leaning me back and kissing down my stomach before he flipped us on the seat, so I was laying on it and he was above me.

I reached up, cupping his cheek as he began to undo his pants.

He kissed my palm, before he was taking off my leggings in one easy pull, and moving my panties to the side.

Our movements were frantic, hurried, needing to be with each other as one.

He thrusted up into me, hitting my g spot immediately and just sitting there for a second as I clenched around him and arched my back.

"Shh," he soothed as I winced a little bit, but he rubbed my waist and began to thrust slowly.

He hiked my legs up over his shoulders which was a little uncomfortable at first and I couldn't breathe, but the longer he went for the more I forgot about it and focused on the amazing pleasure he gave to me.

I moaned as he went balls deep to stroke my g-spot and continued to do so. It had me creaming all over his dick in seconds.

But that didn't stop him.

His stamina amazed me as he went on for nearly an hour, the car rocking back and forth and letting any night goers know what we were up to, but his windows were tinted black no one could see in.

"You're my baby," he breathed into a kiss, "remember that."