superstar: sings for everybody

Billy sat with his guitar across his lap, convinced that the Angulos would be a great opportunity to improve his relationships with some people in the industry—and maybe even get closer to Gwen. He missed the feel of her legs wrapped around his hips, her moans, and the way she always gave in to his demands, indulging him with submissive affection.

-Room service, please. I'd like a big steak, with a salad of cherry tomatoes, lettuce, and parmesan cheese. For dessert, some yogurt with fruit. - Billy said. - Also, a cheese board with some grapes, a bit of bread, and wine. I'd like some slices of ham for sandwiches, with cream cheese. -

-Sir, we don't have that kind of yogurt, - replied the woman in charge of lunch.

-Just get it. If you have to buy it yourself, I don't care about the rest, - Billy replied.

Strumming his guitar, he let the music fill the room. Metallica thundered from the speakers, carrying him off to a blazing paradise. The volume and intensity made him feel accomplished—he needed some inspiration to chase the goal that had been eluding him for days.

He was interrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Shirtless, looking every bit like someone who'd just woken up, he opened it to find Scarlett—vibrant and alive—standing there.

-So you made it, babe, - Billy said.

-Could you turn the music down a bit? - She asked, still glowing from the memory of their recent time together, the thrill of new love lingering.

Closing the door behind her, Billy pulled her in for a kiss, lifting her and pinning her gently against the door. He was eager to explore every inch of her body, craving those provocative legs. Two weeks of flirty texts and silly conversations had led to this. His primal instincts took over, merging them into one as the sun set.

-I missed you so much, darling… When I saw you, I wanted to kiss you, but you were with the boss, - Billy whispered against Scarlett's lips.

She had something in her hands, but it fell away as their kisses deepened.

-Wow… you did miss me, - she murmured, surprised by Billy's intensity.

-You can count on it, sweetheart, - Billy said, kissing her again, drawing her closer as he slipped off her shirt. She felt shy, but he leaned in, kissing her more passionately. His tongue teased her, sending sparks of happiness through them both, and a gentle caress on Scarlett's cheek pushed her into a state of longing.

-I think we should stop, - Scarlett said softly.

-You're right, it's still early, - Billy replied, kissing her again, this time more slowly.

-Yes, you should know that, - Scarlett said, kissing him back, letting herself get swept away by the moment. She was teetering on the edge, unaware that Billy's desires were fleeting—he'd soon be chasing another thrill, or maybe he'd linger a little longer. His mind was a tangled web of hedonism.

-Yeah, I think we should stop, - Billy said, unbuttoning his jeans, which slid down to reveal his toned abs and white underwear, matching perfectly as she climbed onto him. Metallica played in the background, setting the rhythm as Billy delighted in exploring every part of the blonde. He started at her neck, then her ears, nipping at her earlobe and making her sigh as she writhed beneath him. She felt Billy's arousal pressed against her. He moved behind her, running his fingers through her hair, and then something unexpected happened—Scarlett moaned louder than ever before. He took full advantage, slipping a hand into her underwear.

-You're my muse. My love, - Billy whispered.

As he found her sweet spot, she melted against his chest, her clothes falling away. She was lost in the moment, forgetting about time and the film they had to shoot the next day. Billy kissed her neck and stroked her hair, and when that wasn't enough, he took her from behind in a slightly awkward position, then pulled her close in ways that left her breathless. She felt Billy's essence inside her for the first time, and it all happened so fast she barely had time to react to the constant waves of pleasure.

Young and full of energy, Billy was ready for round two in a heartbeat.

He used a move he'd learned with Merche—how to make her squirt. When that happened, he'd play with her trust, sending her spiraling into madness.

He pressed his fingers against a rough spot, making her jump, and as he used his tongue on her sensitive spot, he felt her tremble. She tried to resist, but his fingers pressed on, her heartbeat quickening, and she finally let herself be swept away by pleasure. The trick was simple: fingers inside, moving in a "come here" motion. He saw her cheeks flush, hot and sweaty, as she tried to pull away. Something inside her wanted to resist, but he kissed her and drew her back into pleasure, kissing her nipples as she felt an overwhelming urge to let go. She lifted her hips, and suddenly, a thin stream of liquid sprayed Billy's hands.

-What did you do? - She whispered, completely spent.

-Nothing you need to worry about, - Billy laughed, his hair falling over his eyes as he trembled with aftershocks. She was utterly lost in how everything had unfolded—the best sex of her life.

-That was amazing, - she murmured, as if something inside her had been set free.

Billy slid into her easily, her body so sensitive she could only moan loudly. For the first time, she clung to his back, her nails raking down his skin, biting his shoulder, and cursing. Thirty seconds into her first orgasm, he didn't let her stop, and the pleasure tangled around them both.

-I think we're finally done, - Billy said.

She couldn't even answer. Billy turned off the music before heading out to find the food cart waiting outside. Luckily, he'd ordered extra—he was starving.

-We need to get through the script, at least the next three scenes, - Scarlett said, handing him the script for tomorrow's shoot. Thankfully, it was mostly green screen work with little to no dialogue.

-Wait for me, - Billy said, following her into the shower.

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At eight in the morning, they were still wrapped in each other's arms, unwilling to let go.

-We're late for filming! - Scarlett exclaimed, her voice sharp.

-What could be harder for us? We've only got a few more minutes, - Billy said, kissing her forehead.

-God, how did I fall asleep? - she groaned, running to the bathroom. Billy opened the window, letting the California sun flood the room. That sun was so warm, and the nonexistent ocean breeze made him think he should hit the beach—or at least go surfing.

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