Ever growing 2

Chapter 43

The director is getting frustrated with Ryan having to do takes after takes because he can't get his lines right. No one knows what's going on, I'm afraid the anxiety he's feeling will put him in trouble. I gently tap on Daisy's shoulder when she sits back in her chair. "Can I see Ryan in private? Give me 15 minutes with him and I will make sure he does better," I wink at her. "Alright, let's take a break everyone," she yells out.

Ryan is walking by my side thinking we're going to his trailer but I pull him into a random room and close the door behind me. He's confused asking me what I'm doing but instead of explaining, I pull him by the collar so I can kiss him. I can tell he's instantly turned on. My tongue plays with his for a minute, my hands work on unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. "Ella, what..." he tries to ask into my mouth. "Let me relax you," I purr as I pull his jeans and underwear down. "But, babe, what if they call me back on set?" His cock springs up hard as a rock. "Shut up, you know I can make you come quickly!" I grab his length stroking him, he moans. I get on my knees before licking him from the base to the tip staring into his eyes. I twirl my tongue on the tip a few times, my hand pumps him faster. "Ella! Fuck, take it!" he begs, a smile is drawn to my lips before I open up for him to slide inside. He lets out a loud grunt while closing his eyes. His hands go into my hair, fisting, holding me with his cock inside my mouth. His hips start moving, thrusting into my hungry mouth. He curses my name under his breath, I know he won't last long. Ryan's hands loosen their grip slightly allowing me to create my own pace. I bop my head up and down fast, lapping my tongue on his length as it goes in and out. "Baby, baby, I'm... fuck!" he warns me of what's coming but I already knew from his cock quivering in my mouth, his breathing, and the sexy sounds he's making. My hand rubs his balls, he twitches, my cheeks hollow sucking harder. His hands fist my hair again pulling hard making sure I stay still as he thrusts emptying himself down my throat. I milk every last bit of him knowing that turns him on, he grunts repeatedly. Once he's done, he takes deep breaths helping me get back to my feet. "You're a goddess!" he swipes his tongue on my lips asking for entrance, I let him in. His hand makes its way under my dress pressing on my underwear, I wrap my fingers around his wrist trying to make him stop. "What's wrong?" he asks. "I wanted to help YOU not me," I laugh against his mouth. "But you're wet, you know you want it," he tries to touch me again but I stop him once more. "I do, always, but I asked for 15 minutes to help you relax, babe. Let's go back, I don't want to abuse my time so I can do it again sometime, wouldn't you like it?" I ask as I bat my lashes, he laughs. "Okay, I'll take care of you later," he pulls his underwear and pants up. I'm about to open the door when he pulls me against him from behind, his arms holding me to his chest. "Thank you, I can always count on you to make my day better, I love you, forever, my sexy kitten," he whispers in my ear. "Sexy kitten?" I laugh, he bites my neck playfully. We exit the room going back to set.

Ryan delivers his lines perfectly for the rest of the day. Daisy comes up to me asking what I did, I blush and she laughs. "You're welcome to set every day if he's going to be as good as he was after you got your way with him," she winks. "What are you talking about?" Ryan walks to us. "Oh, nothing, your wife is great, I love her!" Daisy snickers. Ryan gives us a smile nodding his approval. His workday is over but the two bodyguards are here to meet us to make sure that we feel comfortable around them and to talk about the final details.

Two very tall men enter Ryan's trailer. They're slightly taller than Ryan. One has short blondish hair and blue eyes, his name is Cooper and he was hired for Ryan. The other man has brown hair, it's short but also kind of wavy on top, blue eyes as well and his name is Max. Both of them are young, professional, and easy to talk to. Ryan's arm rests around my waist while we discuss what we expect from them. Max is told to follow me when I need to exit our room and he will come with me when I go to my offices either in Montreal or Calgary. "It's overwhelming," I think to myself letting out a sigh. Ryan looks down at me before he kisses my forehead. Cooper will have to protect Ryan from our hotel to the studios every day and also wherever else he goes. We also explain the stalker issue to them, they even take notes. My body shudders thinking someone is trying to hurt my husband, again, he looks down at me but this time, he brings me to stand in front of him wrapping both arms around me. Once the bodyguards get all instructions they go wait outside so Ryan can change into his regular clothes.

Instead of letting go of me, his hands reach under my dress slowly. Although I get shivers of excitement, I put my hands on top of his to stop him for the second time today. "Why are you stopping me now?" His voice is raspy in my ear. "Because they're right outside! I can't let them hear me on the first day!" I try to reason with him, his hands are so close to his goal. "Ryan, no!" With a loud sigh, he lets go turning around to change his clothes. A minute later he walks past me getting out of the trailer. "Is he really mad?" I follow him getting into the car after Max opens the door for me. I sit in the middle, Ryan on one side, Max on the other, and Cooper on the passenger side next to the driver. I hear a sound telling me I have a notification on my phone, I drop a lipstick trying to reach for it in my purse. Max picks it up, smiles at me before giving it back. Being polite, I return the smile with a thank you. Suddenly, Ryan's arm snakes around my shoulders but he's still brooding. He pulls me to exit on his side of the car when we get to the hotel.

Two rooms were booked for the bodyguards, they came with us to our door. "Oh, we didn't specify, what should I address you as?" Max inquires. "Ella," I say while Ryan says "Mrs. Faulkner Taylor" in a harsh tone. I glare at him, shaking my head. "Fuck no! I'm Ella and he's Ryan, thank you so much for being here, I'll see you tomorrow!" I turn around and enter our room. Ryan follows soon after.

"What the fuck was that?" From his childish behavior earlier to him being rude to Max, I'm so irritated.

"What was what?" he shrugs.

"Don't try to act innocent Mr. Faulkner Taylor! And why have you been pouting? Oh, and why did you put your arm around my shoulders in the car? Huh? Why?" My shouting voice is surprising me right now but, him, being jealous is annoying.

"Okay fine I shouldn't have told Max to call you Mrs. Faulkner Taylor! And I put my arm around you because I like to touch you. I forgot the other question." He shouts.

"You like to touch me or you were jealous?" I raise my eyebrow, he looks down. "RYAN?" I shout.

"Why do you know me so well? Fuck! I've never been the jealous type but... You can't tell me that a tall, brown hair, light eye guy isn't your type!" his tone is now whiny, I fight a smile.

"Well yeah, Max is very good-looking but," Ryan cuts me off.

"What the fuck! I'm getting someone new right now!" He's back to screaming.

"Stop! Come here," He walks to me, our bodies are almost touching, "Your beautiful brain," I point to his head, "Your sweet, kind loving heart," I put my hand over it. "And your big cock," I reach for it with my other hand, he sucks in a breath. "All of you! Is what I love and want. Only you, babe, forever!" He leans down to kiss me softly. "Why were you pouting?" I ask when we break the kiss.

"Because..." His brows are furrowed, his lips upside down.

"Tell me," I demand.

"I don't want to stop myself from being able to make love to you because we got bodyguards!"

"You know I get loud, I didn't want them to hear me. I'm sure you didn't either."

"Didn't you say we need to keep it spicy? You gave me a blow job on set," There's a twinkle in his eyes as he remembers what I did.

"That's different, I didn't want you to get in trouble and I took you to an empty room,"

"Let's go to the theater to see a movie!" he says smirking.

"What? How do we go from blow job to let's go see a movie?" I'm confused by his proposal. He smiles reaching for his phone texting Cooper, only, to say we're going out. Then he looks for a theater with luxury lounge chairs nearby. I can tell he has something in mind but he won't tell me what it is.