Beautiful Boy: Jacob Elordi

07

Brooklyn Akers

I've been in LA for a week now. Most of the days were spent in bed or taking walks on the beach. All we did was spend time with each other. Tonight we were going back to my house in Santa Monica so I can get some things together for a shoot tomorrow. Jacob had to film a few scenes of Euphoria, and we were supposed to be done at the same time, and were going on a date. So cute right?  I had to get the car that was at the house and a package that was sent for me.

"You ready to go?" Jacob asked walking into his bedroom, as I grabbed the last of my stuff to take to his car. "Yeah, whenever you are." I said. "Let's go." He replied.

We drove the 20 ish minute drive to Santa Monica and arrived at the house. "This is gorgeous B." He said as we pulled in the driveway. "Thanks." I smiled. We brought all of our things into the house and laughed as I fumbled all of my keys around trying to find the right one. "There it is." I said once I found it.

I unpacked my huge bags, and added some things to the closet. The package for tomorrow was my credentials to get into the studio, a parking pass for my car and all the things i'd need for my meals and anything else they'd require from me throughout the day. Pretty boring if you ask me. "Where do you want to go for dinner tomorrow? I might need to get reservations." He called from the kitchen. He had been on a phone call while I was unpacking everything, and hearing him yell from the other room when it's been silent, scaring me so bad my whole body went numb. "Gah, why are you yelling?" I asked when he walked into the bedroom. He laughed, "Sorry, I just wanted you to hear me." He said. "I don't care wherever you want to go. You pick." I said. He waved a finger at me. "No ma'am. It's your turn." He said. I poked my bottom lip out and pouted. Batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and bent down to kiss me. His lips were so soft that when they touched mine they cured my irregular heart beat back from being scared half to death.

His hands roamed down my sides, before going lower and lower finally cupping my ass. His kiss deepened and his tongue slipped between my lips and into my mouth. Good thing I had everything cleared off the bed because I knew where this was going. It seemed like since I got here, we haven't been able to keep our hands off of each other.

He lifted me up, and onto the edge of the bed, never breaking our kiss. I laid back a little on my arms and he crawled on top of me. We backed up until we were at the top of the bed and he started to pull down my shorts. He finally broke the kiss, in order for both of us to get undressed and under the covers on the bed.

If I was on a bed I couldn't have sex on top of the comforter. It just felt wrong for some reason.

He pulled me on top of him once we were laid down, and I started to kiss him again, his hands went to my bare ass this time cupping it. I started to grind on his dick that was growing harder by the second. The first time we did anything I wasn't sure i'd ever be able to walk again from the size of him. I should've known given his height but somehow it still shocked me. Now, i'd say I was getting pretty used to it.

Our lips were still connected when he let out a small moan against mine. I smiled a little before kissing him again. I managed to maneuver my hand between us and grab his length without breaking our kiss. A professional, I know, you can say it. I lifted myself up a little, and slowly sank down on him, my head rolling backwards. We both moaned at the familiar feeling and his hands went to my hips. He chose the pace and the roughness which at the moment was relatively gentle. A slow rhythm mixed with my rolling hips.

He sat up a little, kissing me softly. It was time for a chance of pace at this point. He flipped me over so that he was on top of me again, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. He was holding himself up with one arm and the other one was roaming my body again. He decided on the back of my thigh, which he used to push my leg up so he could get closer to me. Or maybe I should say deeper.