Off the Record
Title: Off the record
Rating: NC-17
Author: wannabonefatone (Chelle)
Disclaimer: Lies, dirty filthy lies I tell you :)
Summary: An interviewer gets the dirt…lots of dirt
Feedback: Yes please
(about 3200 Words)
Many thanks to
claena1who was totally my muse one night and especially to
sleepnwghostswhom I shall refer to as my mega-muse!!!
She’s not a journalist, not really. Oh hell, she’s not a reporter at all. She’s just a girl who actually got lucky when her sixty-year old father remarried. New Mom (well, she’ll never call her that. First of all, she’s a grown woman and secondly she has a mom, one who she sort of makes fun of New Mom with. Actually, they call her Chatty Cathy, CC for short, because, let’s face it, she never shuts up) had been a reporter for a small town paper for years and is now retired, but still does free-lance work. She’s mentioned to CC that she actually wanted to be a writer or editor, something to do with words. Strangely enough, when she’d joked to her about connections and getting her a story at the Idols Live show, CC took it and ran with it. Now, six weeks later, she’s standing outside of his dressing room. She’s already interviewed all of the idols, in a couple of groups with real reporters present, and she’s pretty pleased with herself; she was poised, confident and eloquent. And to her further credit, she did not attempt to jump Castro, Johns or Cook.
CC had obviously pulled some strings, because she’s only one of five or so who’ll be speaking with Cook alone. She’s a pretty big fan, maybe even a bit of a fangirl. Not quite as crazy as some of the fans she’s seen on the internet, those who were planning weddings or “OMG totally J/K” about sneaking into his room to steal a childhood toy. She’s joked that she doesn’t want to marry him, just wants to fuck his brains out. Now that she’s standing at his door, though, she’s a little too nervous to joke.
As she knocks lightly, she wills herself to breathe, tells her heart to slow down. “Come in,” she hears from the other side of the door. Her hands shake slightly as she opens the door and she flinches a little when the damn thing squeaks. He’s standing by a large red couch, which sits beside a matching club chair. She barely notices the niceties of the room, the food on the bar, the flowers and gifts. She is fixated directly upon him, that and not tripping, stammering, throwing up or a myriad of other embarrassments that would certainly mar this moment.
As she reaches him, he’s smiling wide, teeth visible. She’s seen him on television many times of course, but up close, she’s amazed at how flawless even his teeth are, their shape, their brightness, their texture. She drags her mind away from the thought of a deep kiss, running her tongue over those teeth, as his perfect, soft lips envelop hers. At least she tries. “Hi,” he says brightly as he holds out a hand. “I’m David.” She smiles at this. Of course she knows he’s David. Most of the country knows, but it’s cute that he introduces himself anyway. It sets her at ease and a small chuckle escapes her lips before she can help it. She introduces herself as well and David motions to the large couch “Make yourself at home,” he says flashing those teeth again.
She sits down on the couch and he follows, turning to face her. She notices just how gorgeous and flawless his skin is. She tries her best not to imagine her hands all over his face, his neck, his chest and colors slightly when she realizes that her eyes have followed the trail that her hands long to trace. Her blush deepens when she sees the smirk on David’s face. ‘Breathe’ she reminds herself as she curses her lack of professionalism.
As she bends down and reaches into her bag for the small digital recorder, David watches her. He remembers her from the earlier press meeting. He’d almost choked when she asked Michael Johns how he felt about fiction writers pairing the two of them. Michael had, of course, hammed it up and all but tried to french kiss him. Even in that room, he’d noticed her. Sitting beside her now, though, smelling her perfume, watching her move, she’s sexier than he’d imagined. Her ample breasts are slightly spilling out of the top of her blouse and David begins to grow hard at the thought of touching, caressing, licking biting. For a brief moment, he’s lost in fantasies of ripping that shirt from her body, buttons be damned and using what left of his time before the show losing himself in her. Would her breasts feel as soft and smooth as they look? Somehow, he knows that they would and he almost salivates at the thought of his mouth wrapped around a hard, pert nipple, his tongue teasing as…
Having located her recorder, she raises up quickly and now it’s David’s turn to blush, sure that she’s caught him ogling her, that she can read his sordid thoughts, even. He sits back a little and places his hands over his crotch, attempting to conceal his growing erection. It doesn’t exactly work. He notices her gaze pass over his hardening dick before meeting his eyes again. Her eyes seem to have darkened with desire and he wonders if she’s imagining things. Sure, he’s had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him in the past few months, but this woman is a professional journalist. Her dress, walk and style say so. Her eyes do not, though. Her eyes say that she’s got a wild streak, that she’d be up for most anything that he has in mind, including pulling up that skirt and fucking her into oblivion right here on this couch. He wonders what color her panties are, if they match her bra. He curses himself as he grows even harder.
She pretends not to notice, sort of, though David catches the smirk that passes her lips before she begins to interview him. He has to admit, that he’s actually enjoying himself, not only because every time that she speaks, his cock twitches at the thought of those full red lips wrapped around him, but because this may be one of the best interviews he’s had since his win. Her questions are insightful, fresh, intelligent, and funny. It’s obvious that she’s done her homework.
Throughout the interview, she finds herself getting more and more turned on just listening to him speak. His voice is sexy as hell and he's very articulate. Several times, his choice of words hits her in a way that surprises her. At one point, when he talks about the "culmination" of his American Idol experience, she nearly moans aloud. He sets her at ease and she finds herself smiling, almost flirting as she asks the questions. He doesn’t seem to mind in the least. In fact, he’s flirting back, even more brazenly. He touches her leg as they speak and the first time, she almost jumps out of her skin at the unexpected contact. As they continue on, though, she finds she doesn’t mind at all. In fact, she can feel the wetness begin to seep through her panties. As he speaks, he occasionally sticks out his tongue, wetting his lips and it's all that she can do not to climb on top of him and kiss him the way that she's been longing to since she walked in, hard and deep, lips and tongue and teeth.
“Well,” she says as their allotted time begins to runs out, “Thank you so much for your time, David. I have one more question for you, off the record and then I’ll let you get ready.” Is she really going to go there? Really? She decides that she might as well. What does she have to lose?
“Sure,” he says. He’s a bit intrigued by the statement “off the record”. Does anyone really say that?
She turns to face him more completely and leans in slightly, giving him a fantastic view of her cleavage. “In a text chat, a fan asked about where you get your boots. What I noticed was the fact that you answered the question and followed it by disclosing that you wear a size 13.” Her smile is a mix of seduction and mischief. “Why is that?”
“Well,” he says, making no attempt to hide his eyes scanning her body as he leans toward her, “It’s a question that I get a lot. Besides, you know what they say. Big hands, big feet…”
”Big shoes and gloves,” she finishes teasingly, the glint in her eyes apparent.
He throws back his head and laughs. “Something like that,” he says with a smile.
“It must be hard,” she says her eyes grazing his still hard cock as she pauses deliberately, “to find shoes in your size.”
“Hard?” he says as he licks his lips again and caresses her bare thigh. “You could say that. Off the record, that is.”
Suddenly, almost without warning, David leans in and begins to kiss her, soft for only a moment and then full of the passion and lust that’s been building between them. One hand is on the back of her neck pressing her more firmly against his mouth as his tongue assaults hers, tangling as he licks at her lips, her teeth. His other hand finds its way under her skirt. He rests his hand against the soft satin of her panties and wonders again what color they are. She’s wet, soaked through the thin fabric and he hardens even more at the feel of her. He strokes her through the moist material, extracting moans and sighs from her throat. He lifts her to his lap effortlessly and positions her to straddle him as he continues the kiss, deep, forceful, wanting. Her lips are soft and wet and welcome and she’s kissing him with as much ardor as he himself feels.
As she straddles his crotch, she feels his hard cock pressed against her and instinctively grinds into him, moaning into his mouth as waves of ecstasy jolt through her. His increasing erection is pushing hard against her pussy and she’s getting wetter as she rubs herself against the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. “Oh God, yes” she moans against his mouth as she continues to move against him. She wants him inside of her so badly, but not yet.
Though he protests with a loud whimper, she quickly slides from his lap to the floor, dropping to her knees without a moment’s hesitation. Hurriedly, nimbly, she unzips his jeans, roughly pulling them down along with his boxer briefs in one fluid motion; short nails scraping against his skin. She looks up into his eyes as she licks her palm and slowly pulls his huge cock into her fist pumping up and down, driving him wild for several moments before licking her lips provocatively and placing them over the throbbing head of his cock. He moans and bucks against her mouth slightly as she continues to suck him, running her tongue around the head as she moans around his hardness. The vibration of her tongue against his large, swollen head makes him feel as if he might explode at any second. “Mmmmm,” she moans, “God, you’re so big.”
She takes him completely into her wet, warm mouth, his cock hitting the back of her open throat and he watches her as she moves up and down his shaft. With every moan, every sigh, he’s closer to cumming. He places his hands on her hair, only slightly directing her speed and depth because, damn this girl knows what she’s doing. His fingers tangle in her soft hair and his ass raises again and again as he thrusts into her warm waiting mouth. He’s so deep sometimes that she gags a little. As she almost backs off, she smiles slightly before going back again. “Damn,” he growls. “That feels so fucking good.”
She can feel herself getting wetter as she continues to suck him off, loving the sounds that she elicits from deep in his throat. She’s enjoying the sensation of him filling up her mouth as she looks deeply into his eyes, only occasionally breaking eye contact to watch his body. He’s watching her through hooded eyes as she slowly, deliberately snakes her free hand beneath her skirt. “Mmmm, yes. Play with that cunt for me, baby,” he commands, his voice hard and gravelly. She obeys willingly and moans against him as she rubs at her hard clit and pushes her fingers in and out of her wetness. “Are you good and wet?” he asks, his voice raspy, husky, making her moisten even more.
She moans again as she removes her lips from his cock. “God, yes. So fucking wet.” She pulls her fingers from her dripping center and slowly, purposefully places them in her mouth, tasting herself on them as she moans “Mmmmmm.”
David is so fucking hard that he can’t think of anything, anything but fucking her until she screams his name. She continues to suck at his cock as she strokes him with the same rhythm. Her free hand finds his balls, cradling him softly, gently before traveling further. She presses slightly at his perineum as she looks into his ever-darkening eyes, silently begging for permission to continue. She finds the consent there and slides her index finger, still wet with her own juices, into his ass. “Oh fuck,” he moans as he lifts his ass, pressing harder against her hand. She continues to suck hungrily at his cock, her tongue flat against the bottom of his shaft, stroking up and down as she slips one lithe finger in and out. She finds the spot within him that makes him gasp aloud and moan even louder. “Damn. That’s it,” he hisses through his teeth as she strokes him both inside and out.
She’s hitting every button just right and David can feel himself slipping. One hand is still on the back of her head, now guiding her more forcefully and the other is holding onto the couch, clawing as if it’s the only thing keeping him from spilling into her. He knows that much more of her mouth, hands and fingers and he’ll be ramming into her throat, releasing into the warmth of her mouth. This doesn’t seem like a bad thing by any measure, but he wants to be inside of her, quickly. “C’mere,” he manages, “Now.”
She takes only a few more strokes, a bit more of him in her mouth, on her tongue before obeying. She rises up to meet him and he begins to kiss her again. He can taste himself on her mouth, salty and warm. She presses her body up against his and gasps at the feel of his cock on her stomach.
In seconds, he’s expertly removed her shirt and bra and then her panties (damn, they do match, deep red even). The skirt and heels he leaves on. He can’t help himself and lifts her breast to his mouth, kissing and sucking her sensitive skin, pulling a tight, hard nub into his mouth. He sucks and nibbles at her skin making her writhe and moan. “God, David,” she mewls, “I want you now. I need you inside of me. Please.”
She reaches into her bag and grabs a condom, which is luckily close to the top. She spies a mirror hanging over a large dressing table and smiles naughtily as she guides him to stand in front of it. Looking deeply into his eyes still smiling her evil smile, she bends slightly giving him an amazing view in the mirror, and rolls the condom onto his throbbing cock. He’s had all of the waiting that he can take as he roughly turns her around to face the mirror. Bending her over while looking at their reflections, one arm holding her around the waist, he drives into her wetness. She’s tight and hot around his cock and she feels just as good as he knew she would. As he drives into her over and over again, he begins to caress one breast and then the other, drawing a hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling her sensitive skin. He watches them, her eyes on his own and feels himself getting closer and moves his skilled hand to her wetness. He rubs her hard clit as he drives into her again and again.
David’s mouth is all over her as she holds to the table with one hand for support. He’s kissing and biting at her collarbone, and she can feel herself getting closer. With his right hand, his callused fingers are rubbing feverishly at her clit and with the other stroking her breasts, he continues to drive into her. He whispers in her ear, sometimes inaudibly and she shudders against him. “Fuck…Feel so good…could fuck you all night long…You’re so tight,” he murmurs breathily. Before she knows what is happening, she finds herself being dragged to the edge. “Oh my god, David” she moans raggedly, “I’m about to cum.”
“Mmmmm,” David sighs against her ear as he watches her breasts bouncing in the mirror with each stroke. She’s watching too and the desire in her slitted eyes makes it harder for him to hold on. “Cum for me baby. Mmmm, yes” he groans.
The feel of his stubble on her neck and his thumb rubbing against her clit is all that she can take. Her walls tighten around his hard cock and her body shakes, climaxing, whiteness exploding behind her eyes. “Oh David. God yes…FUCK” she bays. In mere moments, she’s bringing him along with her. He drives into her several more times as he shoots into her, blinded by his own orgasm.
Completely spent, they collapse against the table, holding onto one another as they pant and breathe in unison. David’s hand still teases at her clit, strumming as if by instinct and she tenses, breathing raggedly “Mmmm, David.”
All that he wants to do right now is stay here with her, fucking her every imaginable way, but they both know that it’s not possible, that he has a job to do. Slowly, inevitably, they part, rising to right themselves before anyone walks in.
As he zips his pants with great care to avoid his still hard cock, he wonders with a smirk what hair and makeup will think about his current state. She’s over by the couch, pulling her panties back on before redressing. She steals a glance and seeing that he’s watching her finds herself getting turned on yet again.
As she finishes dressing and smoothes down her clothes while peering into the mirror, he comes up behind her, placing a kiss on her neck. “That was fun,” he said, his voice impish, forcing a quiver through her body. “What are you doing later?”
She looks at him with a challenge, mischief apparent in her eyes, “Hopefully you.”