Stripped Love #2 (BBW Alpha Male Romance) Page 3

  I was smiling fully now. It felt really good to hear Dimitri say such wonderful things about me. There was sincerity in his eyes that let me know he meant what he said and wasn’t just trying to get me into bed again. Beaming with happiness, I leaned in shyly and gave him a gentle kiss, saying, “Thank you.”

  “Thank you!” Dimitri returned my kiss with a much more passionate one and I pushed him away playfully, nearly knocking him into a slushee vendor. He bought us each a frosty drink to keep us cool on the warm night and we sipped them slowly while we laughed and talked and walked lazily towards my apartment.

  I told him about life growing up in a crowded house full of rambunctious girls, and he told me about being dragged from set to set by his nanny and chauffer. I told him about the time I got the lead in the school play and how my family filled up the first two rows of the audience all by themselves. He told me about the time he got kicked out of private school for pranking the teachers. They sounded like very different lives but in the end we were really very much alike. We were both isolated souls searching for attention and craving acceptance.

  “Well, here we are,” I said sadly when we arrived at the front steps of my apartment building. We’d both been working very hard to put off this inevitable goodbye, but at last we couldn’t avoid it any longer.

  “Here we are,” Dimitri parroted, shuffling his feet and looking hopeful that I would invite him in, but I was too smart for that.

  “Thank you for walking me home. I really had a very nice time.”

  “Thanks for letting me,” Dimitri leaned in and kissed me goodbye, with slow deep passion. His lips were powerful and forced mine apart so that our tongues caressed. I felt his arms encircling my body, holding me close as if he didn’t want me to get away. I melted into his embrace and moaned softly with pleasure. When finally we broke apart for air, he fidgeted, still hoping I would invite him in, but I knew that would be a mistake.

  “Goodbye Dimitri,” I smiled and started to unlock my front door dismissively. I entered my apartment and turned to close the door while he stood on the other side looking forlorn.

  Suddenly he cried out, “Tomorrow! Go out with me tomorrow night. I have to attend a big party the studio is throwing and all the Hollywood elite will be there.”

  My heart leapt at the opportunity, but logic squashed my enthusiasm.

  “No, I couldn’t. Everyone would know I didn’t belong and I would feel really awkward.”

  “Nonsense! You’d be with me as my date. I can’t stand the thought of showing up with another of these moronic starlets. I feel we have a real connection and conversation with you is so much more interesting than what I’d get with anyone else.” As I rolled my eyes playfully at his compliment, Dimitri changed tactics and said, “I could introduce you around to different people and get your name out there. I could really help your career.”

  The idea was sounding better and better, but I still hesitated. “No, I don’t want to use you like that just to try and become an actress.”

  “You wouldn’t be using me. Everyone has to have connections in Hollywood or it’s nearly impossible to get ahead. I wouldn’t be where I am today without my parents giving me a break. Everybody knows somebody in Hollywood, and the ones who don’t have those connections will never get anywhere. You are so talented Avery; it’s a shame to see it go to waste. Let me do this for to make up for being such a jerk that first night we met.”

  “I don’t have anything to wear.”

  I was really scrambling for excuses now and Dimitri knew it. Grinning, he said, “I’ll have my personal tailor at your house by noon. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight o’clock tomorrow night.”

  I was out of excuses and I really wanted to go.

  “Okay, see you then,” I smiled and Dimitri whooped with joy. He really was like a kid sometimes and I loved that about him. It made me wonder what the harm could be in having a quick roll in the sheets. He looked so damn sexy and the way he was staring at my body was making me horny.

  “Do you want to come in for a drink before you go?” I asked him and Dimitri’s face lit up. He bounded in the door and before I could even close it, he was kissing me. His tongue was hot and wet, and I gasped for breath as we devoured each other. I pawed at the doorknob until I found it by touch alone and pulled it shut, never taking my lips away from his.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” Dimitri sighed between kisses. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your body and how good it felt to be inside you. Let me make love to you Avery. I’ve never needed anybody like I need you.”

  I pulled him into the kitchen with me, reached into the freezer and pulled out the ice tray. Grinning at him playfully, I said, “You just need to cool off.”

  Pulling off his jeans, I held a cube of ice in my fingers and gently rubbed against his throbbing erection. Dimitri hissed with pain at the burning cold, gritted his teeth against it, and then sighed with pleasure. I put my mouth on his cock, right where I’d been holding the ice a moment ago and soothed his frozen flesh with my hot mouth, making him groan aloud with pleasure. I held the ice to a new part of his cock and then warmed him with my mouth again. Dimitri moaned and groaned with excruciating pleasure as I continued alternating between hot and cold, driving him wild with lust.

  “My turn!” he said after a while, and extracted his dick from my suckling mouth. He plucked an ice cube from the tray and I pulled off my red tank top, presenting my huge, naked tits to him. He kissed them first, pleasuring me with his hungry lips, concentrating on my pink, round nipples. Then, almost without warning, he applied the frozen chunk of ice to my left nipple, making me suck in air at the painful burning freeze. My nipple instantly grew taut and he flicked the hard little nub playfully with his fingers, making me moan. It was the kind of pain that turned into erotic pleasure as it radiated from the source, growing in intensity as it neared my pussy, and exploding in pulses of orgasm pleasure deep inside me.

  “Do the other one,” I moaned and offered my right breast to Dimitri, asking him to repeat the procedure. Willingly, he rubbed my nipple with the ice cube and then flicked the frozen protruding nub with his fingers while I gasped and moaned with delirious pleasure.

  “Fuck me,” I begged and peeled off my tight denim shorts and tiny lace thong.

  “Not yet,” Dimitri said with a naughty grin, “not until I’ve made you come first.” He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up on the kitchen counter, spreading my thighs wide. Then he buried his face in my pussy, licking my lips, flicking my clit with his tongue, suckling my juices, and lapping at my center. I threw back my head, screaming, gasping, and moaning with rapture as he took me higher and higher. When I felt him enter my quivering pussy with his fingers, I came almost instantly. When I felt him caress the outer edge of my asshole with the index finger of his other hand, my muscles tightened with surprise and the change in friction made me come again as he shoved all of his fingers into my tightened pussy all at once.

  “Fuck me now! I want to feel your cock inside me,” I begged, as my second orgasm began to ebb.

  Quickly, Dimitri pulled me from the counter and I bent over the kitchen table, gripping the side of it as I lay my chest flat against the hard wooden surface. My round buttocks were displayed high in the air, and I spread my thighs provocatively, inviting him to enter me. Gripping my wide hips, Dimitri plunged into me like a sword sinking up to the hilt. I was so primed already; I came quickly, climaxing for a third time as he pounded in and out of me with powerful strokes.

  “You are the most incredible woman I know. I never want to be without you,” Dimitri sighed with satisfaction as he climaxed with a shudder and collapsed against me atop the table.

  When at last we had finished, I helped him find his clothes and he put them on with a look of rueful chagrin.

  “I’d better get back to the club before anyone realizes I’m not really there. I’ll see you tomorrow, Avery.”

  He smiled tenderly and kissed m
e sweetly on the lips.

  “Have sweet dreams tonight.”

  “I will,” I promised, knowing I would probably be dreaming of him. I closed the door and locked it securely behind me, but it was hours before I could sleep that night. As much as I’d tried not to fall for Dimitri, I was in too deep now. My heart was totally his and all I could do was hope he’d treat it gently.

  Chapter Four

  I paced my apartment nervously, waiting for Dimitri to arrive. It was five after eight and he was late. Flashbacks of being stood up raced in my mind and I pushed them back. Five minutes wasn’t much; I’d wait until at least fifteen before I started panicking.

  “You look amazing!” Shawnee assured me, as I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. Dimitri’s tailor had arrived earlier that day with a stunning emerald green cocktail dress from a top designer. He put it over my body and pinned and marked it in dozens of places before whisking it away to his shop where he stitched and sewed. A few hours later a courier arrived to deliver the altered gown and when I tried it on, I felt transformed.

  Never before I had felt so beautiful, looked so slim, or appeared so sophisticated and elegant. The dress minimized the parts of my body I hated and accentuated the parts I loved, so I appeared voluptuous, sexy, and chic.

  “I look like a different person,” I gasped aloud.

  “Not yet, but you will soon,” Shawnee said with a smile, and brought out her professional hairstyling and makeup kit. For hours she brushed, curled and styled my hair until it was fashioned into an elegant bun with soft tendrils left lose to frame my face in just the right way. My make-up was applied to perfection, highlighting my hazel eyes to glimmer like gold flecked with emeralds and accenting my lips so they looked moist and lush. By the time she was done, I felt like a true princess and looked like a member of the Hollywood royalty.

  For the final touch I put on the only item of true value that I possessed: my grandmother’s emerald necklace. It sparkled brightly and gave me the confidence I needed to make it through this night.

  “Damn girl! You’re hot!” Shawnee praised in her own unique way and we both laughed. It was good to be able to release a little of the tension I was feeling, but it didn’t last long. A few minutes later, a huge stretch limousine pulled up in front of my crappy apartment building, blocking most of the street while cars lined up behind it, honking their horns with irritation.

  “Your chariot awaits,” Shawnee grinned mischievously and opened the door for me to exit. As I passed by her, she whispered kindly, “Don’t worry, you’ll be great.”

  The limousine driver opened the door to the car for me and I sighed with relief to see Dimitri waiting inside, looking sexy as hell in a black Armani tux. He patted the seat next to him with a boyish grin and I climbed in beside him.

  “You look incredible!” Dimitri breathed and was forced to adjust the slacks of his tuxedo. It was the best compliment I could have asked for, but I still couldn’t calm my nerves. I tried not to gawk at the lavish interior of the car, but it felt bigger than my apartment and I couldn’t help but feel out of my league.

  “Champagne?” Dimitri offered and handed me glass of the bubbling beverage. I’d never tasted real French champagne before and my eyes flew open with surprise. It was delicious and helped take the edge off my nerves.

  “This stuff is going straight to my head,” I said with a giggle as I drained my glass and Dimitri refilled it.

  “I can’t blame it; your face is your most beautiful feature, although I must say you look stunning in that dress.”

  “Thanks, but I feel like an imposter. Everyone is going to know I don’t belong.”

  “You’re a great actress; just pretend like you’re playing a role.”

  Dimitri’s suggestion wasn’t bad and I immediately liked it.

  “The role of a confident movie star attending a party with her handsome boyfriend,” I chimed in.

  “You have no need to fear, for everyone admires you and wishes they could be a star just like you,” Dimitri said, embellishing the fantasy. I laughed happily, loving the idea and put on airs, pretending to be in the role. Dimitri played along, calling me Miss Phillips and we laughed together.

  Suddenly I realized I wasn’t nervous anymore and I knew it was all because of Dimitri. He knew just the right way to calm my nerves. I wanted to thank him and leaned in to give him a kiss. His lips were warm and soft and I drank him in hungrily. The Champagne had loosened my inhibitions, and I knew just what I wanted to do next. With a naughty gleam in my eye, I unzipped his slacks and released his cock, which was already erect.

  “What are you doing?” Dimitri was surprised but exhilarated.

  “Thanking you.”

  “For what?”

  “For everything. For making me feel good about myself, for the dress, for taking me out tonight, for the limo and the champagne. For making me believe in myself in again.”

  I put my mouth to him, kissing his long rigid cock with my lips, softly and sensuously. Dimitri leaned his head back against the seat, closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure.

  Slowly, I licked the length of his shaft from the base all the way to the tip and then took the head of his cock into my mouth. I suckled gently at first and then harder while he ground his teeth and moaned with ecstasy. Then I took him fully into my throat, taking in his entire length and fucking him with my mouth.

  “Easy, I’m going to come!” Dimitri moaned, but that’s just what I wanted. It had been a fantasy of mine ever since I developed a crush on the hot movie star to give him a blow job until he came in my mouth and this was the perfect opportunity. Instead of stopping me from my ministrations, his warning only encouraged me to go harder and faster. My mouth moved like a machine up and down the length of his cock until suddenly I felt his muscles spasm and he climaxed deep in my throat. It was hot and salty and just as delicious as I had imagined. I swallowed greedily and afterwards I licked him clean, making sure not to miss a single drop.

  “Oh my God, that was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard,” Dimitri was sweating and trembling as he tried to regain his composure. It made me feel powerful and sexy that I could have that kind of effect on him and I smiled with satisfaction.

  “Now it’s my turn,” Dimitri said and put his lips to my neck. He kissed his way down my throat, dotting my flesh with sensuous movements of his lips. When he came to my cleavage peeking out voluptuously over the heart-shaped bodice of my dress, he kissed the round curves of my flesh wherever it was exposed. It felt wonderful and sighs of pleasure escaped my throat.

  “I want to make love to you,” Dimitri whispered and his hand slid up my thigh and under my dress. He found my panties and stroked his hand over the outside of the silky fabric, causing me to moan and spread my thighs. My hips began to grind towards his hand, wanting more and I felt distinct moisture soaking my panties.

  “Look how wet you are,” Dimitri sighed, and I could see a fresh erection developing at his groin. His fingers pushed my panties aside and slipped inside me. He stroked my clitoris with his thumb while he thrust his first two fingers of his right hand into my wet slot. It felt wonderfully good, and moans of pleasure escaped my lips as I ran my manicured fingernails through his thick wavy hair.

  “Come for me baby,” he said and buried his face in my cleavage, kissing me there while he fucked me with his fingers. Harder and faster he went and I gasped and moaned, panting heavily and sweating. Finally, the sweet release of orgasm came and I felt every muscle in my body contract and spasm with rapturous pleasure. Dimitri’s eyes were wide as he enjoyed watching me climax and shoved all four of his fingers deeply inside of me.

  Slowly the waves of my orgasm ebbed away and my breathing and pulse slowed. Dimitri handed me a box of tissues so I could clean myself and didn’t stain my dress. He wiped his hand clean, carefully folded the soiled tissue and placed it in the breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket with a boyish grin.

  I was about to objec
t when suddenly a strange voice sounded through the speakers of the car, startling me and making me jump. It was the chauffer, saying, “We’ve arrived at our destination, sir.”

  I sat upright in my seat and immediately started straightening my clothes. “Shit! How do I look?”

  “You’re breathtakingly beautiful,” Dimitri said so softly, it was like a sigh of appreciation. He showed me where a mirror was hidden in the car and I was relieved to see that my make-up and hair were still intact. I did look good and it gave me the confidence I needed to continue. Once again, Dimitri had known just how to calm me.

  He adjusted his own clothes, straightening his tie and closing his zipper. Then he pushed the button on the intercom system and said to the driver, “We’re ready to exit the car as soon as the doors open.”

  I felt the car inching forward and dared to peak out the darkly tinted windows. We were pulling up in front of a massive hotel in a long line of limousines. The sidewalk was lined with people pushed behind security fences and police officers were holding them back as they waved and screamed. In front of them was a red carpet lined with red velvet rope holding back official photographers with press passes giving them permission to be at the event. I was certain unauthorized paparazzi were lined in the balconies of nearby hotels with telescopic lenses, photographing the event from afar. Television cameras and news anchors with their microphones were stationed every few feet, begging passing celebrities for interviews. I couldn’t help but feel excited and held my hand to my chest to gauge the pounding of my heart.

  “Is this what it’s really like to be famous?” I gasped and clutched Dimitri’s hand. “It looks terrifying and wonderful at the same time. I can’t tell which one you must feel the most when you go out there.”

  “Well, why don’t you find out for yourself?” Dimitri said. It was our turn to pull up to the red carpet and the car came to a stop. Two men in tuxedos stepped forward. One of them opened the car door and the other one offered me his gloved hand and helped me step elegantly from the car. Immediately, flash bulbs went off my face, temporarily blinding me. I felt dizzy and was terrified that I would lose my balance and fall flat on my face in front of everybody. Instinctively, I smiled brightly and let the escort guide me forward so Dimitri could exit the car. A wave of fresh flash bulbs went off, but this time I was prepared and didn’t find them as disorienting.