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I watched the blonde enter my hotel room closely, intently, but in complete and utter silent awe. Internally, I couldn’t believe she was here with me, just after one short phone call. I felt like I wanted to beam with excitement, with pure, unrefined confidence. Externally, however, my expression was deadpan. I offered her not even as much of a curve of my lips or a crease in my skin. She was an actress, a multimillionaire, a movie star. And me? Well, I was none of those things, at least not yet anyway. Maybe one day I’d have the same value of wealth as her, and maybe even the same value of fame, too. I’d like to think to some people I was famous — although, I was probably more infamous, or maybe more notorious, especially to the Japanese crowds after my defeat to Endo.
My eyes followed the line of her footsteps as she walked proudly towards the foot of my bed. My bed was grand, larger than any bed I’d ever slept in. The bed could fit about ten people, let alone just me. But it was no longer just me. I hoped to end this day with Kay Stone in my bed; beside me, beneath me, on top of me. That’s when she interrupted my trail of thoughts.
I couldn’t believe she was here with me. I even had to put my glasses on to confirm her presence.
I wondered if she flirted with younger men often, or if this was just a thing between us.
Maybe she was unhappy in her marriage, or maybe she just sought some fun?
“‘Marty Supreme’?”
Her voice was like a purr, soft and rich. Kay’s expression was just as unfazed by my presence as I was by hers.
“That’s what they called you in the newspapers - - well, that’s what they called you on page twelve.”
She paused, creating a dramatic effect.
Isn’t this was actors did?
They were provocative in nature.
“My question is: what is so ‘supreme’ about you?”
“Aren’t you just another nobody kid from New York City? Aren’t there thousands of people just like you? Chasing a dream, chasing an ambition?”
Kay folded one leg over the other. She sat perfectly, yet so effortlessly. It was like seeing a model from Vogue before my very eyes. But despite her sophisticated presence, I remained silent for a moment longer. However, I couldn’t help my gaze from travelling along from her feet and up to her face. She already discarded her coat along the way to my mattress. She was now dressed only in pure white corselettes; the material caressed her figure in ways I’d only fantasised about.
I didn’t let her series of questions influence me. I wasn’t going to falter so easily.
“Everything.”
I snickered, while wearing a smirk.
“Everything?”
The blonde repeated, yet she still seemed unconvinced. She was unfazed by my bravado, the same bravado that made many other people do exactly what I wanted. I wasn’t ready to give in to her charms just yet.
I nodded. I still wore my complacent smirk.
Although, my smirk was quickly snatched off my face.
In the most nonchalant manner, Kay asked me:
“What’s your size?”
Her blue orbs sparkled as she scanned me up-and-down. Her eyes’ movements were slow and sensual. This was when I cracked; she made me frown deeply.
“My size?”
I asked, evidently confused by her question.
Did she mean my height?
“Yes.”
She puffed a breath out from her slightly pouted, nude-coloured lips. She presented her annoyance with me, as I didn’t understand what she meant.
“Your dick.”
I was stunned by the direct boldness of her question. She was an older woman — much older than me — I didn’t know older women could speak so crudely.
“Oh.”
She now mimicked my previous smirk of confidence.
“What?”
I continued to portray my confusion.
The blonde almost whispered.
“You said ‘everything’ was ‘supreme’ about you, that’s included.”
Her eyes settled briefly on my groin. I was wearing nothing but an undone bathrobe and boxer briefs.
I paused. Regaining some composure.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
I threw my question at her quickly. However, my question only provoked her to lean forward as she sat on my mattress; her stare was like a sharp dagger.
“If we’re going to sleep together, I want to know.”
This made me laugh.
Was this a game she liked to play?
“Who said we’re going to sleep together?”
Why else would she be here? She already declined my offer of my room service food.
I laughed again, somewhat because of shock, somewhat because of my nerves. She was very serious. I almost expected her to laugh along with me, yet she was silent, utterly silent.
“Are you serious?”
I chuckled again.
“Yes.”
This was when I met her gaze and locked my eyes on her.
Finally, I gave in.
“Seven inches, maybe eight - - on a good day.”
I saw how Kay fought against the sudden movement at the curves of her mouth. She wanted to laugh, to smile, I could tell.
“On a good day?”
She finally questioned me further, as a smile appeared finally on her expression.
“Well - -”
I began, as my hands settled in the pockets of my bathrobe. I glanced around the room.
“There is quite a draft in here.”
We shared a gentle moment of laughter, but in a second, Kay’s mood shifted once more.
“Mm.”
Just like before, in her nonchalant tone of voice, she spoke her next demand.
“You need to prove your ‘supremacy’, Marty - - take them off.”
She completed her demand with a steady point of her finger. She gestured at my underwear.
“Is that you want?”
I asked, and she nodded slowly in response. She appeared so fine as she remained sat on my bed. She’d hardly moved since she entered my room, but she executed so much. I didn’t think anymore. She truly entranced me. Kay wanted me to take off my underwear.
”I’m almost flattered.”
I adopted a playfulness to my tone. My fingers brushed closely to the waistband of my boxers as she held her permanent gaze on me.
“For the record, I’m a grower, not a shower.”
She shook her head dismissively. I was stalling, and she appeared impatient.
“Show me.”
Her tone was lighter than before. She decorated her words with her want, whether she liked it or not. I knew she wanted this as much as I did.
I didn’t need anymore encouragement; there, I pushed my fingers down into my boxers. I dragged the material down and over my hips until the pair fell at my feet. To my relief, I wasn’t completely soft. Evidently, this little game of Kay’s was arousing. Kay’s eyes held mine for a second, prompting me to follow the pathway of her gaze as she scanned down my body until she locked on the sight of my growing erection.
There was another silence.
“What are you thinking about?”
The blonde asked me, in that same cool and unfazed manner. She continued to gaze at me. I felt exposed; quite vulnerable, but in contrast, also very excited.
“You.”
I retorted without a moment’s hesitation.
“Tell me more.”
Kay copied the quickened pace of my words.
I couldn’t control myself as a small groan escaped from my lips.
“Your body, your touch, your mouth - - my mouth.”
My voice was a low rumble.
My eyelids became heavy.
However, when she didn’t respond, my eyes became wider once again. For a moment, I was worried that I’d fucked this up.
I gazed at her expectantly.
“What?”
I finally questioned her.
“What do you think about your mouth doing to me?”
Unlike before, she seemed less composed. She shuffled and reshuffled the positioning of her leg on top of the other. She switched from having her left leg on her right to her right on her left.
I smiled at her. I smiled because I knew I affected her as much as she affected me.
“I think about my tongue touching and tasting in between your legs, Kay.”
She whimpered softly, as if this was an innate response, one she simply couldn’t control. And in response, my eyebrows knitted together for a second.
“Does your husband not do that to you?”
Kay shook her head slowly.
“I didn’t know millionnaires were allergic to going down on their wives.”
I spoke with one simple chuckle afterwards.
Finally, I couldn’t tolerate anymore.
The strain of my arousal and the temptation of Kay’s beauty became too much. It was a crime that Mr Rockwell didn’t go down on his wife, especially when his wife was so profoundly beautiful. And yes, she was beautiful. I wasn’t blind, and I was capable of being kind and complimentary to others at times. I wasn’t a complete jerk.
I stared at her one final time.
This was a moment of understanding between us; a moment of permission, a moment of agreement. She wanted me to please her, and I wanted to please her — so why were we both still waiting? There was an undeniable tension between our bodies.
In an instant, I shot towards Kay, closing the small gap between us. She was still sat at the foot of my bed, her legs were bare, and she was hardly clothed. This was both perfect and practical. She seemed to reciprocate my sudden desire. The blonde shifted back slightly, eagerly, but just enough to grant me space in between her legs. In seconds, I was on my knees in front of her, and my fingers undid the delicate poppers at the gusset of her garment. Her own fingers became entwined within my hair and she gripped at its length. Her knuckles were grasping at my hair in anticipation. My knees were against the carpet and my hands wrapped under and around her upper thighs.
Then, there was a shot of sudden urgency, of electricity, when my lips touched her most sensitive skin. I kissed at the inside of her thighs first until I discovered her most delicate spot. My lips started to kiss and caress against her clit, and slowly, I sucked at her desire. She moaned for me, loudly, deeply; I wondered how many times she’d thought about this before someone, me, made her fantasy a reality. She moaned again. She moaned my name, because I flicked the tip of my tongue against her.
So, here I was, a ‘nobody-kid’ from New York City, going down on a movie star.
If this wasn’t supremacy, then I didn’t know what was.