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Opposites Collide	By : Redneckgirl Category: Individual Celebrities > Wentworth Miller Views: 2759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction in its entirety. I am not claiming these events to be true to life in any way, shape or form and do not know Wentworth Miller personally. The story itself and OC's are of my own creation and no monies are being made o

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AJ’s POV.
‘Tequila for the tattooed lady! Because she’s one year closer to thirty!’ Alex shouted across the bar on Friday at 11pm exactly. We’d been shooting since 8am and worked a thirteen hour day, so all present were looking forward to downtime at the end of the week as well as my birthday celebrations. I took the shot nervously and downed it, hating the taste of tequila and near gagging as the Mexican fire fuel slides down my throat, Robert at my side shouting ‘another three down here!’.
‘Just so you don’t have to forgo the torture alone I’m gonna match you drink for drink tonight kid, cheers’ he said, knocking back a shot as soon as it arrived and then clinking the other shot glass off mine and giving a ‘three, two, one’ and us knocking them back on the one, me pulling another revolted face and waving my hands around in exclamation.
‘Well I think you better be prepared for a hangover then if my sister has her way’ I say, feeling Went slide his arm around my waist from behind and pass me a vodka rocks, my choice of drink for tonight no matter what Alex tries to force feed me. I turn and give his cheek a kiss in thanks as Rob answers.
‘I’ll be disappointed if I don’t have a headache tomorrow, let’s put it this way’ he says, picking up a beer Alex has thrust in his direction and taking a swig. It takes about fifteen minutes of her making us all stand there and witness feeding me shot after strange shot before I manage to slink away and over to a table with Went and a few others, having the problem of not enough chairs being present for us all sorted by being pulled down onto his lap, where I then sat for most of the night before a booth to the side of our table became free and myself, Robin, Went and Amaury all pilled in either side. And while I talk to Robin and Went and Amaury chat long into the evening, all the time I could feel his hand on my leg. Gradually getting higher and higher until his little finger brushed against where I should have been wearing underwear, and the side on look he gives me when he discovered is priceless.
‘Bad girl’ he whispers, his finger moving slowly off the shaven flesh and briefly over the small line of hair I leave there before wandering back down my leg again. All I have on my mind right now is how early I can get away with leaving, but before I can ponder more on it Alex comes and steals me away to play drinking games with her, Rockmoore and Lane.
‘Are you up for drinking games?’ I ask Went, holding his hand as I stand up out of the booth.
‘I was the messiah of drinking games when I was at college, lead the way’ he says, standing up and coming with me. Two hours later, and we’re pretty smashed, but not too out of it to realize the only thing Went and I want is to be alone, and soon. Yet because of being hijacked by various people and pulled into conversation it takes another hour to go and tell my sister and everyone else I’m leaving and say goodbye.
‘Okay gimmie a hug goodbye before you go off and turn pretty boy into a real man’ Peter laughs, giving me a kiss on the cheek as he wraps his arms around me and I cackle with laughter. ‘I know that’s the reason you’re going too so don’t lie your way out of it’ he continues with as I die of embarrassment.
‘Bye Peter, thanks for all the vodka’ I say, turning to give Pam a hug and a kiss quickly.
‘You’re welcome AJ’ he says, patting my shoulder affectionately and then turning back to the crowd and leaving me to make my getaway without too many other people noticing. The warm May night is so nice we decide to walk back to his place, if anything to diffuse the growing sexual tension between us and make sure nothing alfresco happens before we’re safely behind closed doors. Or so I thought. It seems Wentworth suffers with one thing when he’s a little drunk. Complete lack of inhibition.
‘Okay you need to calm down, really’ I say to him as we stop and kiss whilst we walk across the bridge. I’m scared the fact his hands are riding up my dress to trail his fingers over my ass cheeks is revealing it to the passing cars, so manage to wriggle free of his grasp and keep walking. We exit the bridge and turn to take the footpath that leads to the waterfront, where Went’s place backs onto. When we arrive at the rear of the house he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the iron gate that leads to the rear yard. And before I’m even halfway down the alley he’s on me, arms locking around my waist as he bends to kiss my shoulder, letting the strap fall down as his hands run up my torso, one sliding into my dress to grope my breast and the other through my hair, turning my head to plant a fierce kiss fuelled by nothing less than pure desire on my lips. I turn around and immediately find myself pressed back against the cold wall as our tongues entwine, panting furiously with want for each other, all that sexual tension between us that’s been on a gentle hum since we first met now in overdrive. Nothing’s going to stop this now.
As we kiss his hands slide up into my dress, running all over my breasts and down to my stomach, my fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and running my nails down his chest once they are all popped open, a tight ball of arousal knotting up within me as I feel my pussy ache I’m so turned on, moisture beginning to gather there. He then pushes my dress up and over my head, revealing my body to him fully he takes it in for a few moments before reaching to kiss each breast and then a path slowly back to my mouth, letting my dress fall into a puddle of fabric on the floor. My body is literally burning for him, panting into his mouth as we kiss, his hands now trailing tantalizingly slowly down over my hips until at last I feel a hand where I ache to feel him most. And just like I had a surprise as feeling what he was hiding in the underwear department, he has one too.
‘Mmmmm, interesting places for jewellery’ he said as his fingers skimmed over the ring pierced through my clit hood and then down to the small studs in each of my labia. I hear him exhale a shuddering breath when his fingers meet my wetness, an audible gasp escaping my mouth when I feel his fingertips brush my clit before they slid inside me rotating around and around while moans escape my lips, his mouth kissing the side of my face and my neck before I suddenly cry out as his fingers jab firmly and precisely against my g spot.
He then proceeds to fuck me with his fingers hard and fast, the tips pushing right into that often elusive but oh so potent spot inside me so thoroughly my legs almost give way on me if it wasn’t for his other arm holding me tight around the waist, his fingers then working so unbelievably fast it makes his chest heave in effort, his breaths hot and fast at the side of my neck as the rapid precision of his fingers leave me no other option but to come, hard and fast and with a high pitched wail as I feel like someone’s set every erogenous nerve ending in my body alight. I don’t even bother catching my breath before I slide off his shirt and push him back against the other side of the alley, letting it fall to the floor while our mouths lock together, my hands running down his chest to unzip his jeans, sinking down to crouch position and kissing his taut stomach while my hand frees his hardness from the confides of blue jeans and black boxers, and then softly wrap my lips around the bulbous head of his dick.
I hear a deep rumble of a moan in appreciation of my mouth being there, followed by another when I slide my lips as far down the thick shaft as they’ll go. I’d choke if I tried to take the whole thing back so I don’t even try. Gagging isn’t sexy at all. But the sounds coming from his mouth right now sure are, deep moans that leave me in no doubt he’s really enjoying himself. I keep moving my tongue from side to side along the base of his shaft, which he really seems to love, while my lips tighten and release around him as my mouth glides up and down. I alternate between doing this and paying attention to the head with little flicks of my tongue, before moving a little further down and running my tongue over his balls while hand pumps on his dick. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a man pant this deep and fast before.
‘So do you want me yet?’ I say teasingly, looking up straight into his eyes as I wrap my lips around his hardness again and slowly let him watch it disappear into my mouth while my tongue flicks back and forth across the underside.
‘You damn well know I do, but there’s an annoying necessary I need first’ he says, his voice many octaves deeper with lust. He pulls me back up to his level and kisses me fiercely before picking me up and turning around to walk over to a small white wall to the side of the alley entrance from the yard and placing me atop it before pulling a condom from his back pocket.
‘Presumptuous much?’ I say as I watch him tear the top of the packet off and pull it out.
‘And I bet that right now you’re pretty glad I am aren’t you?’ he asks, casting his eyes away from mine briefly to roll the thin latex tube down over his dick before looking back at me and kissing me while pushing his hands to my chest and squeezing my breasts as his tongue invades my mouth followed by a deep groan saturated in want from somewhere deep in his throat. The anticipation I can feel right now is bordering on damaging. He pushes my legs open wider and our bodies bump together in impatience to be joined, feeling his dick prod against me frantically a few times until he reaches between us and pushes the head against my opening firmly, the rest of him gliding in effortlessly as his hand comes up and rests at the side of my neck, a shuddered breath coming from both of us at the almost crippling pleasure instigated in just one motion, my inner muscles contracting strongly around him and causing greater friction when he slides back out again, the groan he makes drowning out the soft moan that escapes my mouth.
He sucks and licks on the sensitive skin at the side of my neck while his one hand slides down to hold my leg higher, hooking my knee under his arm and lifting it up, allowing him deeper penetration with a satisfied low growl before he begins to thrust into me with long uncontained strokes, my whole body feeling like one gigantic erogenous zone, every last inch of my skin pressed tightly against his feeling so sensitive it’s like having an orgasm that’s rushing across the surface of my skin. This isn’t the kind of sex that’ll last long enough to be savoured, but an all out display of seven weeks of pent up arousal and wanting for each other being played out in savage sex in the open air, the still of the night only disturbed the sound of our flesh slapping together as he thrusts into me with hard strokes, and the groans and heavy breathing emanating from our noses as mouths. It’s beyond all reason in the world, beyond any logic thought either of us could conjure up right now. We’re both too blinded by lust for one another to think about anything else.
But despite the speed and urgency of it I do savour the extreme pleasure the huge hot dick impaling my insides with right now is giving to me, perhaps the biggest I’ve ever encountered and so subsequently nudging against spots I’ve never felt be stimulated so deep in my pussy before, squeezing down on him in appreciation with each one it hits, my hips moving forward to meet each of his frantic thrusts, our mouths locking together and tongues entangling as we both moan with deep satisfaction. I run my hands down his bare back and feel the muscles flex in exertion, undulating beneath my hands as each hard thrust he inflicts inside me entices a white hot heat to begin rhythmically pulsating between my legs, my g spot feeling like it’s going into spasm from the constant press of his erection against it as it slips so easily in and out of my hot wetness, his moans deep as his mouth returns to my neck.
He then runs one hand through my hair while the other slides down the leg he’s still got levered up by his arm, my thigh breaking out into goose pimples at the feeling of his big hand travelling up it while his other slides down by back and rests at the base of my spine. I can feel my heartbeat thundering in my chest, also feeling his against my bare breast we are pressed so close together, perspiration beginning to bead our bodies as I feel my ass cheeks being grated on the cold stone of the wall, but that soreness being beaten into submission by the pleasure starting to build and build until I’m dying for release, my arms tightening around his body as I cry out before being silenced by his mouth, each moan thereafter being muted by him as with a violent shudder against him I felt like a small dam has burst inside me, pleasure sweeping my body so strongly my nails dig into his back and tear down, the action sparking the same response in his body as he pumps into me savagely, biting my shoulder and groaning loudly as he comes seconds after me, that concentrated effort in his last few furious thrusts before orgasm breaks free over his body making the aftermath of my own release so electrifying I come again. For a few seconds neither of us could move or speak, both just clung around each other with our heads rested on each others shoulders as we foughtto deliver air to our lungs. After a few seconds of near complete stillness I feel him slip out from inside me and start to kiss my shoulder where his teeth were implanted just moments ago.
‘All I want to do right now is take you inside and do that all over again. Well, a more drawn out version of that at the very least’ he says, kissing my cheek and then facing me with a very satisfied smile, kissing my lips and gently biting on my cupids bow before I push my tongue between his lips and run my hands down his clammy back. I then open my eyes and look at him in the new light since the dawn has started to break since we first arrived back here and feeling something similar to when in my college days a friend of mine and I once stupidly took a hit of X each. Complete euphoria with serotonin pumping madly through my body, I’ve never quite felt like this with a man before and whereas usually I’d find it scary, with him I only find it exhilarating. And whereas the experience feeling this through a drug was one I’d never want to repeat, this man isn’t going to find himself put down any time soon. I pick up my dress off the floor and slide it back on over my head, picking up my bag and turning to see Went had put his shirt back on, but not bothered buttoning it up, reaching out and putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to him as we walk around to the front of the house and go inside, heading for the kitchen once we’re in.
‘Do you want something to drink?’ he asks, opening the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer, twisting the cap off and taking a long slug, knocking the lot back in about three gulps and then throwing it neatly into the trash.
‘Soda please’ I reply, watching him reach in and grab a can. His hand emerges with a cherry coke and a bottle of water before he shuts the door, and we retreat to the bedroom once all the lights have been shut off. I move over to the bed in the near darkness and see him on the other side placing the two drinks down on the nightstand before sliding out of his clothes and lying down on his front on the bed.
‘Get that off and hurry up’ he instructs me, so I slide the straps of my dress down my arms and push it down my body before sitting down on the bed, having his body cover mine within moments of lying back, his mouth on mine for a few fevered kisses before moving down to caress my breasts, swirls of his tongue leaving wet trails over each one as his lips find their way to each stiffened nipple before he sinks lower and runs his tongue in circles over my shuddering stomach, the muscles beneath reacting to each soft touch in over stimulated judders, my legs much the same as runs his fingertips down the back of each thigh.
I then feel his fingers run down the crease of each leg, trailing close to my folds yet not yet touching them at his tongue circles my navel, my body suddenly jolting in surprise as I feel him start to move my clit ring back and forth with his thumb, two fingers of the other hand slipping into my pussy as his mouth gets lower and lower, the tip of his tongue eventually replacing his thumb but not touching my clit directly. He did everything but. He moved the ring back and forth in the same slow motion as his fingers slid in and out of me with, conjuring deliciously agonising pleasure but also such primal want within me to feel his tongue directly moving against the potent little clump of nerve endings, but still not gratified as he circles all around it with his tongue. Teasing me he might be, but my fucking god it feels good. And then, totally gratifying my longing body I feel his tongue start to lick back and forth right over the very tip of my clit, thus also stimulating the ring to move too and making a low groan force out from my throat as I close my eyes and trail my nails down his arms, the pleasure so strong I can barely stand it, panting and gasping as another slightly strangulated groan breaks free from deep in my chest, followed by another as I feel him dig his fingers against my g spot firmly and suck my clit between his lips, rubbing the tip with his tongue as he sucks on it harder, letting it go and rolling his tongue against it harder before pulling his fingers from within me sucking my labia into his mouth, tongue running over each piercing in them before I feel it slowly slide as far as he can push it into my pussy, trailing side to side slowly back up to my clit once more.
By now the only thing I truly wanted to be gratified with again was his dick, and by going down on me it’s certainly excited him to the level of requirement for that to happen, and after locating a condom and pushing my legs up until my knees touch my chest he’s back inside me again, kneeling in front of me and pulling my legs back to rest over his shoulders as he penetrates me as deep as he physically can, pausing while he kisses the inside of my leg and slowly pulls out again. I can feel him retreat until it’s just the thick head of his penis inside me, the widest point of it holding me open and waiting for a few seconds before sliding back into my molten channel again.
‘You’re so beautiful’ he whispers as he kisses my inner ankle, his eyes suddenly snapping back to mine with a wink before he starts to move at a faster pace inside me, my velvety wet walls feeling so sensitive and alive with pleasure as his dick strokes against them I feel orgasmic already, my body in complete submission to each ministration of his, letting my legs go as he kisses his way from my nipple back to my mouth, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand runs up and down my leg curling up around his back, my hips lifting to him in effort to capture more of his length, moaning in unison when my movements allow him another inch of penetration, filling me so much I can’t deny I don’t feel a little pain at taking him so deep.
But any pain being felt right now is worth the ecstasy that overrides it near completely, the depth and speed of his thrusts becoming more urgent, a long deep moan originating from somewhere deep in his chest filling my ears as he covers the side of my neck in kisses, that lengthy moan only giving way to another and indicating to me his own release is about as far off as mine, which is ever rapidly pulsing deep in my groin and getting stronger and stronger. My tightness grips him hungrily as I close my eyes and omit a long ‘ahhhhhhhhhh’, the surge of his dick plunging into me so hard and fast the pulsing pressure within my core reaches its peak and I feel jolt after jolt of pleasure flooding my body, the same wave of warm euphoria gripping him seconds later and rendering him a juddering wreck on top of me. I’ve never made a man so turned on he’s shook before and through my exhaustion I can’t help but feel a little proud of that accomplishment.
Once breaths have been caught and the condom has been disposed of kissing resumes, this time the other side of the covers as we lie pressed against one another, stroking each others nakedness contently. God I’m a lucky girl, he’s just the most beautiful, gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and since it’s now about six am and the sun has come up I can see that through the renewed light in the room too, as well as that enigmatic pair of bright green eyes currently staring at me. Women everywhere will go crazy over him when the show airs, I just know it. But only I get him like this. This one’s definitely a keeper, and no not just because he happens to be extremely well endowed and an incredibly good lover to boot. Those are the added extras to a man I really have found myself becoming strongly attached to. And after twenty or so minutes of just gazing at each other between kisses all things sexual commence once again, with me grinding away slowly on top of him for most of the time before eight am rolls around. Damn, I’m hooked.
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