His eyes grew wide and everything stopped… backing away for a moment, livid and almost irrational, he jumped up and stormed to the door.  Instinctively, I arranged myself and sat up, feeling more than a little frustrated.  After glancing over his shoulder at me, he walked out, slamming the door behind him, and for a moment I wondered if anyone would notice my smell on him… such a deliciously naughty thought.  Even from several feet away I overheard two voices; one controlled but obviously infuriated, the other sheepish and regretful.  After a few minutes, all was silent and Nic walked back in, his face flushed with receding anger.  Why do I suspect that someone lost his job that night?

“I apologize for that… we won’t be interrupted again.”, he said quietly, taking a quick, hard gulp from his drink.  After setting his glass down, he kneeled down next to me and kissed my hand tenderly, stroking the underside of my wrist.  He had so many emotions bundled up together, like a big ball of rubber bands stretched to their limit… every so often one would snap free and you wondered if they would all come apart at once.  “Did I miss out on any fun?”, he asked, his face betraying a goofy grin.

I shook my head dumbly, not sure if he would finish what he had started… when he kissed up my arm and played with my nipples again, I felt a small twinge of disappointment that things would be taken in a different direction.  Nic had a way of making you feel like a spoiled, petulant child – he would give his undivided attention, and then take it away, leaving you feeling needy and craving.  He gently leaned the chair back again, and then pounced on me – he was still quite aroused, and feeling him pressed against me brought out my assertive side.  As he was grinding against me, his lips planting themselves hard against my neck and jawline, my hands roamed over his back… he was working up a sweat, and I could feel the coiled tension in his shoulders and arms. 

“Do you like it?  Do you like how this feels?”, he whispered as my hands explored his body.  Nic was definitely interested in knowing what I thought of him and what he had to offer, and I found this strangely touching… here he was, an A-list celebrity, a multimillionaire, a wildly sought-after talent, but outside of all this he was just a man, an insecure man who sought my approval.  He was looking deep into my eyes now, perhaps trying to figure out what I was thinking and what made me tick.  There were so many directions I could go with my answer, and so many ways I could screw things up… the last thing he wanted to hear was the bland gushing praise of another mindless adoring fan.  For that one moment, I forced myself to forget that he was Nicolas Cage, and instead treated him like any ordinary man.

“You left me hanging earlier…. you made me wet, but you didn’t make me cum, and you know it.  I wanted something more from you.  I’m taking over now… get up.”, I said, feeling my frustration build up in my chest.  I saw a faint flash of shame and embarrassment cross his face, but when I stood up and began unzipping his pants he became curious, then thoroughly excited.  He eagerly helped me remove them and that was when I got my first glimpse of his nearly naked lower half.  Only his black briefs kept him leashed, but I was nearly trembling with anticipation of what was beyond that point; he looked down at me with genuine appreciation. 

At this point, my mind reeled, ticking off one idea after another of what I could do to him and with him.  This was my only chance, and I had to really make it count for something.  Tentatively, I pulled down his briefs… slowly… and he seemed to greatly enjoy this.  The tension was eating him alive, but truthfully, I wasn’t doing it to tease him.  I was moving slowly because I was a little intimidated at the thought of what I’d see.  There was one hell of a bulge facing me, and once I pulled those briefs down there was no turning back.