Chapter Twenty-Four ☽︎ It's Just Us

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I DIDN'T SEE this coming. Lee's mouth hovers over mine, begging for an entrance in, begging for access to my tongue, which I give to him. We're doing this in the wrong place, at the wrong time, but it wouldn't be the first time, would it? We've both always been fans of scandalous sex, fucking eachother in places where we could get caught and probably get into trouble. It's safe to say that hasn't changed in the least since the five years we've been apart.

My hands roam around his broad and slightly hairy chest as he plants kisses on my neck and chest, and that's when we hear a sound, almost like someone's coming back into the room. Lee and I jerk away from eachother, as a crew member walks into, avoids both our gazes, grabs his phone and leaves.

"Get dressed let's get back to the hotel, we're not done yet," he grabs his t-shirt from the floor and heads out of the room, leaving me alone to get my clothes and hair together. The infamous Brandon–Ivory kiss was way too real, and I'm definitely sure Neil is both suspicious and worried. Suspicious of something going on between us, and worried that it might affect the filming process and literally everything; that and the secrets Lee and I are keeping from each other, it all looks like a recipe for a royal disaster.

Whatever Lee is keeping from me, I'm sure it's not nearly as bad as my secret. Maybe we're both scared to ruin what we have now, this friendship that is about to change into something entirely different. There's no going back from this, there isn't; I'm willing to risk our new connection just for a few orgasms. And that's where I'm so damn wrong, back in college, Lee made sex so full of exploring eachother, learning new things about our bodies, new soft spots, new sensitive spots, new ways of kissing and touching. And it all felt good, the best was whenever he was done with practice and he needed to channel his excess adrenaline.

I get my head together, changing out of Ivory's clothes to my actual clothes in the dressing room. I'm applying my makeup when the door creaks open and I find Deena standing at the door. Her arms crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. I look back to the mirror, giving off the fact that I'm too worked up to talk to her. Bitch doesn't get the hint, she clears her throat and starts talking.

"That was quite the scene," she mutters and my heartbeat comes to a halt. She wasn't in the room while we were filming, so—

"What are you talking about?" I ask her as I apply my cherry matte lipstick.

"Oh come on don't do that, everyone's talking about it, from Neil to the crew members," she rolls her eyes as I shove my lipstick into my purse.

"So you know, then why come to have this unbearable chitchat?" I hang my purse on my shoulder and I fold my arms. She's really starting to irritate me and I don't like it. Not one bit.

"I'm curious, really, what lengths would you go to get your college boyfriend back? He broke up with you, right?" She smirks. "Desperation doesn't look good on you sweetheart,"

"Okay, okay, this is the part where I suggest you shut your damn mouth,"

"Oh, I'm hitting a nerve?" She cackles. "The last thing we would all want is a scandal, that might lead to the end of this filming process, but I'm sure you know that don't you? You've been a part of this life ever since you were a tiny fetus,"

"Okay, shut your damn mouth," I curse and her eyes go wide. "You're new to Hollywood, Deena, the last thing you need is to make an enemy out of me," I walk closer to her until I can hear her breathing. Good. "I'm Kimberly Summers, and you said it yourself, I've been in this since I was an infant, and I practically own Hollywood, so watch your mouth whenever you speak to me,"
And with that I storm out of the room, the sound of my high heels loud against the ground.

I take in a few deep breaths and I look to my left. My eyes find Lee, where he's in a deep conversation with Neil and our producer. I make my way towards the right, away from them, maybe Lee would fill me in on what they discussed.

My phone rings, and my heart warms at the caller ID. Sam.

"Hey stranger," She says the second I answer the call.

"Hey," I say and I hear a couple of plates in the background. "Hold up, are you cooking?" I can't help the chuckle that escapes me.

"You are horrible, horrible," she laughs out loud. "of course I'm not cooking, I finally convinced this brother of yours to get stuff for his kitchen, so I'm just arranging, we both know the only I know about cooking is heating takeout,"

"Speaking of Jason, how is he? I'm a horrible sister, and a horrible friend as well,"

"No, no, I was kidding, you are busy, and we get it okay, so we are the horrible ones for not checking on you since forever," she says and my heart warms. "but yeah, Jason is fine, he stepped out to get groceries for the kitchen,"

"Jason's buying groceries?" I chuckle. "What the hell have you done to my brother?"

"Wait till you see the look of his apartment, he's doing great for real," she says, and it feels like I can see her smiling.

"I did something," I say immediately.

"Oh no, it sounds bad, scandalous even," she chuckles.

"I kissed Lee, like I practically threw myself at him,"

"Oh my god, Kimberly Summers!" She screams.

"I know, I know," I cover my eyes.

"Well did he give in, and did y'all do the deed?"

"Just lots of foreplay, and today we shot a scene and gave ourselves away to our director, and literally the whole freaking crew," I sigh. "you should have seen the way he looked at me,"

"I'm gonna ask you a question now," she pauses, and I hear more sounds of plates. "Do you want to be with him?"

I ponder the question in my mind. Do I want to be with him? I realize I have no answer, I don't know what I want, I just know that I need him, and I mean sensually. And I know that my heart is going to get twisted in this, and yet, I'm willing to take that chance for minutes of pleasure. Does he want to be with me? That I don't know. Back then he used to be an open book, I used to know whatever he was thinking before he spoke. But that was five years ago. He still feels like the same college kid with dirty blond long hair, a diamond heart and body like that of a Greek god.

"Kim, are you still there?" Sam's voice brings back to reality. Reality, Lee is walking towards me. He's taken off Brandon's clothes and is wearing a hoodie— the one I wore last night, and jeans. His hair stands out, long and dark gold, beautiful, just like the rest of him.

"I'll call you back Sam, I love you," I tell her as he inches closer.

"I love you too, think about what I asked okay?"

"Yeah I will," I say as she hangs up.

"Hey Kimmie, I know you're having expectations and all, but I want to take you out to eat, not a date, just to eat, I just wanna eat with you," he shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, nervousness glistening in those grey eyes.

"Of course, what are we eating?" I smile, shoving my phone into my purse.

"Italian delicacy, we're in Zurich after all," he winks.

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LEE AND I arrive at a small restaurant after about an hour drive. Lee had his hands in between my legs on the entire drive and all I could do was bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, so that the poor driver wouldn't suspect anything. His long fingers grazed my clit as they stroked my pussy, right before they slipped right into me, while I almost let out a gasp. He dragged it on, orgasm after orgasm, until now, we're here at the restaurant, our eating spot.

"Come back in an hour," he tells the driver as we step out of the car. The driver nods, driving away as Lee laces his fingers through mine. "If you were worried about being photographed, then don't, there's no paparazzi or whatever the hell they are called, out here today, and the most interesting part?" The doors to the small restaurant flip open, "there's no one, it's just us," And he's so damn right, the only fellow in this place is a young dark waiter, who smiles at us, leading us to our table.

"How—when did you set this up?" I ask as he places our orders.

"You've met Alex Clayton, right?" He asks and I dig my memory. Oh yeah, I separated a fight between him and Lee and we were both in the hospital while Lee was unconscious. I've also met him at a few parties, he's always brooding, glowering, silent. Although some articles say he wasn't always like that.

"Yeah, I separated a fight, remember?" I wink and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I remember that," he smiles, "well I asked Alex for the best place to take a particular woman out to eat and he told me about this place,"

"Alex is Italian?" I smile, my brain conjuring the last moment I met him, looking for anything cool accents.

"He has another heritage actually, but yes he's a bit of Italian," he smiles as the waiter brings our food. "He also owns this place," he smiles proudly.

"Oh, awwwwww," I smile, allowing myself a closer look at the place.

"But he says I still have to pay for the food I eat," he snorts and more laughter escapes my lips.

"Of course you have to pay," I wink as I dig into my food. "How else is he gonna pay his employees?" I laugh. "Speaking of Alex, are you guys still beefing?"

"Well," he pauses. "We're not, but that doesn't mean I'm letting everything go, you know, Jo is my sister, he screwed around with Jo and then got married, a wedding Jo attended," he sighs. "Every time I think of how she looked on that day, I wanna hate Alex forever, but then again I can't, he used to be my very best buddy and then all this,"

"You seem very protective of her," I smile.

"Jo and I share a dad, a deadbeat though, you know the story, my mom being the legal wife and him still looking for women outside the marriage and Mom letting him get away with it," He sighs. "and I didn't know about Jo until three years ago, so I feel like I should look out for her and be there for her, you know,"

"You're a good person, Lee," I smile, my eyes getting watery.

"That's not the only reason you loved me," he smiles playfully.

"I admit there were other—" I grin, "Extracurricular reasons,"

"Extracurricular reasons, huh?" He laughs. "You watched me fucked some girl the first time we met," he smiles.

"That was a very super awkward way to meet," I laugh.

"Super awkward? That's not how I remember it, I remember you watching us with heat and need in your eyes, your breath was all hitched and you wanted to be her," his eyes are hazy now, and my voice is lost in my throat.

"You also wanted her to be me, I mean, you chased after me and said something about me ruining your night," I choke out.

"You were all nervous and shaky," his bottom lip slips further into his mouth, "and I bet your thighs are clammy and your pussy is swollen right now,"

"You sound so sure," I gulp.

"Do you want me to reach into your panties and see how right I am?"

"Lee," I choke out, my body betraying me instantly.

"Alex has an office here, it's like a room, wanna go check it out?" He runs a finger on my exposed arm.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," I nodd, my voice coming off all breathless and needy.

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WE BARELY MAKE it into the room before Lee slams his lips on mine, his free hand undressing me in seconds, while I reach behind and shut the door to the room. Lee was right, the room is like a small condo, with a queen sized bed and white curtains. I fumble for his belt as he kisses me, and that's when he breaks the kiss.

"Hold on, no, we're doing this all wrong," he breathes.

"What?" I choke out.

"I haven't had you in five years because of my stupidity and downright selfishness so I want to fucking salvage this," he kisses me, nibbling on my lips.

"Your dick says otherwise," I point to his crotch and he exhales sharply.

"Shut up," he whispers as he kisses me again, slowly this time, taking his time, memorizing my lips, our tongues meet and my hands roam around his back. He plants sloppy kisses on my neck, torturing me.

"Lee, I need you," I moan, but he doesn't answer, instead he takes off my bra and proceeds to toy and tease my hard pink nipples. I open my eyes, watching him as he eats them up with his tongue, slowly, savoring every second of it, but I'm so impatient, I reach down to unbutton my jeans, but he shoves my hands away. I'm burning with anticipation, fueled by expectation, my pulse running high and my moans dragged and needy just like the way he cherishes my nipples.

"Look at you," he looks up at me with clouds of pleasure in his eyes. I bite my lip as he continues to work on me, and that's when he hooks his fingers into my jeans and gets rid of them. Lee kisses me as he guides us both to a huge dressing mirror in the room that I hadn't seen earlier.

"Look at us," he gestures my eyes towards the mirror and I take a good look at us, just like he said. I'm almost naked, my bra and jeans missing, my underwear intact, my lips swollen and my eyes clouded. His shirt is off, but his pants aren't, he hovers behind me and then I feel his fingers moving my panties to this side, and in a second, two of them plunge into me, deep and hasty. My lips part open in pleasure as he works my pussy. His fingers move in a crazy rhythm, in, out, in, out, in out, his other finger applies a crazy amount of pleasure to my clit and I suddenly can't help myself. I cry out, my orgasm hitting me instantly, waves of pleasure clouding my vision as I almost go limp in his arms.

"Dirty girl," he whispers, his painfully hard dick pressed against my ass, "you like that huh?" He shoves me to the bed, and he gets rid of my panties in a split second, he kisses my lower abdomen, and then he moves on to tease my inner thigh with the base of his tongue. I'm moaning, my voice coming out in desperate pleas and coherent sounds. His tongue latches onto my pussy and my voice escapes me, crying out, my hands finding their way to this long hair, pulling hard at it, so bad that it might pull out. He sucks on my clit, sensually, a crazy rhythm, almost slow, almost fast, somewhere in between. He looks up at me, never breaking eye contact as his teeth slightly connects with my clit, a strange but pulsing sensation. I'm addicted to his version of crack, as I come apart, releasing myself into his mouth, he doesn't stop sucking and nibbling, my vision gets blurry, I see stars, millions of them, my moans uncontrollable.

He laughs, a deep, throaty sound as I feel him rise up. "Fuck," he curses. "I don't have a condom," he sighs, his erection very visible through his pants. He turns to me, and we both stare at each other, with heavy eyes, an unspoken conversation going on between us.

"I'm clean," I blurt. "I get the shot, at least twice a year," He's silent for a moment, rubbing his palms together, a nervous act.

"I'm clean too, Kimmie, I get checked, all the fucking time," he gulps. "Every quarter of the goddamn year,"

He's nervous, and it's cute, hot even. I crawl down from the bed, and I find myself kneeling before him. I run my fingers on his torso. I expect him to protest, but he doesn't, he watches me closely, as I remove his pants. His boxer briefs go next, and his dick springs free, hard, needy, the tip of his dick swollen, dripping with precum. I kiss the tip, and he shudders, his palms curling into fists. He's trying to be patient and I like it. I wrap my mouth around his infinitely long length, and a hoarse fuck escapes his lips. Up and down I go, until he's hitting the back of my throat, I almost gag, but I don't, not before I tease his tight balls with my tongue. Lee takes this invitation, lifting me off my feet and shoving me to the bed for the second time since we got here.

He spreads my thighs apart, teasing the needy lips of my pussy with the hot tip of his dick, thoroughly wet with my saliva. One deep plunge and he's inside me, and we both let out long sighs and strained hisses. "You so fucking tight," he groans, every last thread of his self control snapping. He's so huge and I feel my pussy clenching around him, welcoming him in.

"What's wrong baby?" I purr and he blinks up at me. "Scared of a little tight pussy?" That does it, he slams into me, in and out, his eyes so damn focused on the spot where our bodies join. In, out, in, our, drawing several cries of pleasure from my lips. He leans closer, wrapping his arms around me, slamming in and out of me. I'm breathless, my thighs shaking earnestly, his moans and grunts sounding like an echo in my mind. But then he does something that gives himself away. He places both of my palms on his chest as he fucks me, the bed creaking, in rhythm with the totally unsteady beating of his heart. I meet his eyes, they're completely clouded by his desire, for…….me? He kisses me, wiping away any crazy doubt I had when Sam asked me that question. Of course I want him back, but how I'm I supposed to tell him that?

"Kimmie," he groans.

"I'm almost there," I cry, as he plunges deeper into me, one, two, three, four, five. My orgasm rips my entire body apart, with my legs vibrating and my breathing speeding up. He comes too, and I feel the hot streams of his release inside of me.

Slowly, he pulls out of me, avoiding my gaze as he heads to a door I assume is the toilet, leaving me to watch as he parades his glorious nakedness. He returns with rolls of tissue that he uses to wipe me clean. There's something about the way he does it, something intimate and just…….. more

He slumps beside me, still avoiding my gaze, and I'm tempted to ask why. "Hey," I whisper and he finally looks at me. "What's wrong?"

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and he stares into my eyes, and his next words make my heart race and my defenses shatter to pieces.

"I've missed you, Kimmie, and trust me when I say it's not the great sex and orgasms talking."

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