Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
AJ’s POV.
‘I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a cab ride to be over so much in all of my life’ I say as I’m carried into the apartment, Went kissing the side of my neck as I cling on around him, sliding down to the floor and unbuttoning his shirt, my body being what he uses to shut the front door while pushing me back against it while I slide the shirt down his arms and let it fall to the floor, feeling his hands push up under my dress and pull it over my head before pulling my underwear off and crouching at my feet, taking one leg and hoisting it over his shoulder and using his thumb to pull back the skin surrounding my clit before attacking it with the tip of his tongue, his other hand curling around my thigh and stroking it up and down while my hand runs across the back of his neck. It feels like heaven, complete gratification of the want for him I’ve driven myself crazy with, and also from where his hand was for most of the cab ride home, increasing my wetness in no time.
He then increases my pleasure by moving his hand off my thigh to slide two fingers inside me and pound them hard against my g spot, so hard the measure of my arousal seeps out in a clear fluid all over the back of his hand as he penetrates me knuckle deep, inserting a third finger as his tongue continues to lash against my clit. My legs begin to shake and muscles in them then lock tightly as I groan pant, throwing my head back to cry out, an orgasm threatening to burst free from the tip of my clit as he begins sucking it. But before I could ride out the erotic waves against his mouth I feel myself suddenly sliding up the door, his arms under my thighs as he stands up with me and then literally drops me back down straight onto his cock.
‘OH!’ Is all I’m able to exclaim as I feel a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain as his cock hits my womb, and continues to batter against it again and again as he fucks me hard, fast and rough against the door, supporting my body weight on his forearms while I wind mine loosely around his neck and kiss him hungrily, sucking his tongue and letting out little
‘Ahh’s with each breath as the thick ball like head of his cock nudges into my g spot that little bit harder with every thrust. His fingers dig into my thighs harder as his body crashes against mine faster, his chest sliding against mine as sweat trickles off us and me moan together as we kiss. Damn, he’s an animal when he wants to be, and I love it when he’s like this. Bye bye nice, gentle Wentworth and hello bad boy. He’s a demon when he really let’s go.
I feel agonisingly intense sensations with every thrust into me, my pussy spilling wetness out all over his cock and tightening around him with that usual familiar throb of want as my body is pounded into the door. It feels amazing, the way his body is crushed so closely to mine, the way he stops kissing me to stare at me for a few moments before his mouth flies back to mine, kissing my neck and telling me how sexy I am, each deep moan that comes from his throat only deepening in octaves as they go and he starts to cum, with each merciless thrust driving me headlong into orgasm too, my arms and legs shaking around him as I fight to catch my breath.
‘After that I’ll be surprised if I can walk’ I say, resting my clammy head to his. That was the best five minute sex I’ve ever had I swear! Who says quickies aren’t fun?
‘It’s your fault anyway, you shouldn’t be so sexy and give me no other options but to do that to you should you?’ he replies simply, arching an eyebrow at me as a smile starts to spread across his face.
‘What? Get fucked within an inch of my life?’ I say as he puts me down, and immediately I feel my knees wobble. Laughing, I grip his shoulders while he fastens his jeans and then feel my quivering body lifted up into his arms.
‘Nope, but now you’ve given me the idea I might as well take you to bed and do it mightn’t I?’ he replies with a wink. Looks like I’ll be enjoying myself for a while yet then!
And enjoy myself I do since neither of us come close to tiredness until about three am when he falls asleep before I do, lying in a switched position to our usual one in bed and being the one to lie with his head on my chest as he sleeps, one arm thrown back on the pillow my head is resting on and the other draped across my stomach. And while I can feel the almost irresistible lure of sleep pulling me into its grasp, I manage to keep my eyes open for long enough to look down at him, and feel amazed that he really is mine. What did I do to deserve a guy like him? I don’t know but hell, I’m not complaining about being this happy, so I kiss his head and whisper goodnight before letting my head rest back on the pillows, the happy smile on my face probably not even shifting long after I’ve fallen asleep next to him.
And I guess my happiness isn’t something just I and I alone notice, for the next day after driving home and taking a shower I get a text message from Ike, telling me he has a spare hour before he finishes up and goes to collect Josh from work (since his car has died on him yet again- well if he will buy what I refer to as expensive and unreliable Japanese machines rather than American I always tell him!) and that if I’m free he’d love to see me. So of course I text back an answer of yes, and little over forty five minutes later I arrive at his place of work in Inglewood, climbing the stairs to reach his studio in what used to be an old metal pressing workhouse before a fire gutted it in the seventies.
The building itself lay abandoned and in need of much TLC for the best part of twenty five years, Ike buying it outright back in 1994 just after he and Josh had moved in together and with the help of his uncle and cousins who work in the construction business getting it patched up and turned it into a huge photography studio complete with developing lab (because at the time digital cameras didn’t exist, and to this day Ike still likes to develop pictures as well as just upload them to a PC). Knocking on the door I hear Ike yell ‘come in honey!’ from the other side, obviously knowing it’s me since he doesn’t let random visitors (or rather his secretary Jennifer doesn’t) just walk up into his studio.
‘Hey handsome’ I say, pushing the door open with my butt and putting the two large Starbucks coffees I’ve brought with me down on the nearby table as he runs over and then throws his arms around me, picking me up off the floor for a few moments as we both laugh, overjoyed to see each other after my four months away.
‘I love your new hair sweetheart, oh wow that looks beautiful! So come on, sit down and tell me all about it then! I can hardly believe you got the first season finished in four months for one thing!’ he exclaims, gentlemanly as always and pulling a chair out for me to sit at by the side of his vast computer desk, loaded with various technology to assist him in the wonderful work he does.
‘Well we had to be finished because that’s the deadline the production company were given since the network intends to air it in August, the first episode will be shown about a week after we start filming the second season, which thankfully we’ll have a lot more time to film since they’ve given us eight months’ I reply as Ike nods with interest.
‘Well as long as I get to steal you away from your new boyfriend a few times over the next eight weeks I’ll be happy. And speaking of which, how’s everything going?’ he asks, passing me an ashtray. Even though Ike doesn’t smoke he doesn’t mind others smoking around him. Which is just as well since Josh is a two packs a day man.
‘Everything’s going really well, I really, really like him! I don’t know Ike, for the first time in a long time this just feels really real, what I have with him. I know it’s only just a few days shy of three months since we started dating but I just think there’s a good chance he’s a keeper’ I say, watching Ike clap at my speech and reach over to hug me just as I light my cigarette.
‘I’m really pleased for you honey, and even though I can contain myself better than Josh I’m also really excited to meet him too. I do have to confess, when Josh showed me his pictures I was a little taken aback because he’s not the kind of guy you usually go for but if he makes you happy to hell with that! And I think dating a guy a few years older than you will really be beneficial to you as well, men in their thirties have their heads together a lot better than younger guys and there’s no way I wanna go through a repeat performance of the Curtis fiasco’ he tells me, referring to my most recent ex, a guy I dated for nine months who I just couldn’t listen to sense over. He was twenty two and I was just turned twenty eight and everyone told me he was too young for me, that he didn’t take our relationship as seriously as I did and yes, it all fell on deaf ears. Until I saw the proof of how unsuitable he was for me with my own eyes. Let’s just put it this way, he got a punch in the face as soon as he’d finished kissing the woman he was cheating on me with.
‘Oh god no Ike, no, no, no he’s a billion miles away from Curtis!’ I’m quick to reassure him with.
‘Well that’s good! It’s about time you settled down with someone nice and made Josh and I the proud uncles!’ he laughs in reply.
‘Dude, three months! Not long enough for talk of babies!’ I state, pointing my bright pink painted fingernail at him and waving it around as he laughs.
‘You know I’m just teasing sweetie, but seriously, you two really would produce some beautiful offspring’ he says as I blush and hide my face.
‘Oh just shut up!’ I exclaim, only making him laugh more as I reach into my purse and pull out my hair clips, a big black banana clip to hold back my mountain of purple and black (not for long, the hair dye bug had bitten me again) tresses and a big yellow sunflower I clip on at the side of my head once the rest is gathered up.
‘I could be saying all this in front of him too you know! Think of the embarrassment factor then, oh and speaking of meeting him Josh was jabbering on about you guys coming over for dinner sometime this week, what day would be good for you guys? I don’t know if you’ve both got any other work on so I guess we have to schedule around that if you do?’ he asks me after taking a big gulp of coffee.
‘Well I know he’s got a short film called ‘The Confession’ lined up, but that isn’t until next week when he starts filming that for ten days so anytime before then should be good, just suggest a day and I’ll ask him’ I reply, moving the ashtray a little closer to me.
‘Oh right so he’s keeping busy then? And what about you sweetie are you just doing the ELLE and MAC jobs to keep you ticking over?’ he then asks.
‘Yeah he is, but this project is so short it’ll only take two weeks to film, and so in that time I decided to schedule some more work of my own so I’ll be travelling out to Utah for a couple of days to work on a shoot for an online alternative clothing store, I’ll be gone for four days for that and then the week after I have the MAC shoot and the ELLE shoot three days after that’ I tell him. And for the hour before we have to leave to collect Josh from work, work is the sole topic of our conversation. This is one of the reasons I love Ike so much, he’s so passionate about his work, and the work of those who are closest to him and before we lock up for the night we’ve already set a day down to work together (myself on makeup rather than modelling duties) on a shoot for his next book, something he is going to push for mainstream publication- and quite rightly so! The man is a genius with a camera and it’s about time more people saw that for themselves.
After we collect Josh (who is so hyperactive and excited to see me he knocks me over on the grass outside the hospital- than god I’m in sneakers or it’d have been broken ankle time!) we head out to a little bar and grill up in Orange County (a bit of a trek from Inglewood I know, but the cheeseburgers are worth it!), one that happens to be just five minutes from my tattooer Jack Rudy. So of course I just have to stop by and see if he has any free appointments over the next eight weeks. I’d love him to do the picture of Jesus I’ve been planning (and sketching too) to have done on my ribs. After a big cuddle from the man himself and a quick check through his books he finds he has two three hour sessions free in the next eight weeks, so I book one right away and decide to bite the bullet and get it all done in three hours (even though Jack warns me it’ll ‘be gnarly’ to have to sit through) I still want it done.
‘Okay honey pie, since it’s probably too much to ask to get you to drive up here again do you want to email Kirsty your sketches so I can have a line drawing ready for you when you come? You want him in black and grey right?’ he asks me, referring to his shop manager who handles all of his emails.
‘Definitely black and grey, and yeah I’ll email them over tomorrow. Thanks Jack’ I say, standing on my tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek before I leave, dragging Josh away from a sheet of flash as I go.
‘But I was looking at those!’ he exclaims when we get outside of the shop to where Ike is waiting for us in his car.
‘Baby if you want some more ink let me draw something up for you, don’t get a random design there’s every chance about fifty other people will have too’ I say, referring to the flash sheets.
‘Okay if I describe it to you can you draw something?’ he asks me.
‘I just offered to do that dumbass!’ I reply, ruffling his hair before jumping back into Ike’s gorgeous open top classic Pontiac, another similarity we have. We both love classics. And so as we sit and drink beer and eat the best cheeseburgers in the whole of California I pull my ever present small sketchpad from my purse, noticing I have a new message when I look at my cell.
‘I miss you gorgeous, hope you’re having fun with your friends xxx’ is the message I have received from my one and only. I send him a message back to tell him the same and that I hope he’s having a good day too, also asking him if this coming Saturday is a good time for us to visit Ike and Josh for dinner.
‘Saturday is good with us’ I tell them ten minutes later after I get Went’s reply.
‘You know, it’s really nice to hear you say ‘us’ instead of ‘me’. Awwwww I’m so happy for you!’ Josh gushes, getting me in a stranglehold hug as I pull pretend choking faces and hug him back. I’m glad my friends are as happy about my new relationship as I am, and with that we sit back and enjoy our afternoon in sunny Anaheim, catching up on all the news in each other’s lives since I’ve been away, and yes, my boyfriend did become the topic of conversation a few more times too. Hey, they’re my best friends; they can’t help themselves but to mooch for gossip!
And after our day is done Ike drops me back at his studio so I can pick up my car and get myself home, a place I’m glad to be. Even though I can’t deny I love spending time with my friends and family it’s nice just to come back to a house with only myself, Mary and Maggie in it, so after cooking myself a small dinner of spaghetti in tomato sauce and sorting out the kitty kibble for my girls we all curl up on the couch and enjoy each other’s company while I just lay back and read, content with my own company in my own space. But I can’t say the name flashing across my cell when it rings isn’t an unwelcome surprise.
‘Hey you’ I say upon answering.
‘Hi hon, how’s your day been?’ says Went. I think that’s the first time he’s ever called me ‘hon’ and it’s made a silly girly smile spread right across my face. It’s like with each affirmation of us being together that passes, the more happy and giddy with glee I feel.
‘It’s been great thank you, I spent most of it hanging out with Josh and Ike, and went up to Anaheim and booked an appointment with Jack’ I say, lighting a cigarette and moving Mary over so there’s space for the ashtray on my lap as well as her.
‘So Jesus will be appearing on your side at some point soon then?’ he says with a small laugh.
‘Yes, three weeks from now to be precise, just before I fly out to Utah so I have a few days to heal up before I go. And how’s your day been?’ I ask him.
‘Fine thanks, I’ve been doing much the same and catching up with friends, I spent about an hour on the phone to my mom too, she says she wants me to say hello to you for her so ‘hey’ from my mom! And other than that, really missing you actually’ he confesses, making me smile further.
‘Awwww I missed you too baby, wanna hook up tomorrow?’ I ask him.
‘I can’t in the day, I have a meeting about the new job for most of the day and I have to stop by at my agents too, but I could get to yours at about 6pm if that’s alright with you?’ he asks.
‘That’s fine with me, I’ll see you then’ I say before we bid each other goodnight and the call ends. Six o’ clock on Thursday evening just can’t come fast enough, and I manage to fill my day with so much that it flies by, and I have a wonderful time along the way. After waking early at 7pm I take advantage of the fact my mommy has a day off and go round armed with ingredients to cook us both breakfast before we spend the morning walking around her favourite flea market (we both earn good money this much is true, but what girl doesn’t love a bargain?) and after that have a coffee before going our separate ways, her off to a yoga class and me on my way to meet an old college friend Darcy for lunch. She’s a makeup artist too and just got back from working over in London.
By the time I’m done with catching up on all the latest with the impossibly gorgeous beauty that is Darcy (all blonde hair and red lips and two full colour sleeves of pin ups and flowers- us tattooed girls gotta stick together huh?) and eating a gorgeous lunch of whole wheat vegetable lasagne, I head to my local salon where I booked an appointment I made before I arrived home to have my hair done, now finally decided on black and magenta pink. The underneath and very top will be pink and the middle part black with a few streaks dividing the pink at the top too, and I can’t believe how bright it is once it’s been dried and straightened, a few loose waves hot brushed into the ends. And after leaving I stroll along and stop off at a few more stores along the street, grabbing some Turkish coffee, bottled water and a bunch of white, orange and red lilies before jumping in a cab home, arriving back at 5pm with enough time to tidy up a little and spend time playing with the cats before Went arrives. And it would seem he’s quite pleased to see me...........................
.......................... ‘Sex first, talk after; oh and I like your hair’ is what he says to me before our small conversation in the hallway can lead any further. Who am I to argue with that? It's hello bad boy time again I think. And so I’m pushed in the direction of my bedroom while he removes the purple plaid shirt I’m wearing, unknotting it at the waist before unpopping the buttons and pulling it gently off while kissing my neck. And by the time my body hits the bed, it’s completely naked.
'Don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?’ I ask him as I feel his mouth gently sucking at my neck.
‘We’ll concentrate on that in a bit, for now my sole attention is you and this amazing body’ he replies, running his hands over my bare stomach and up and down my legs.
‘I can live with that’ I say, feeling his mouth begin to do exactly what he said he would, focusing his attention on every last inch of my flesh with his mouth and hands, kissing my bare and tattooed skin, making it shake under his lips as he hits my most sensitive spots; across my collarbones, down my sides and over my stomach. I love the attention to detail he always pays whenever we have sex, the way he takes the time to truly make sure I’m achingly turned on instead of going in for the kill, the way he makes it feel like every single last inch of her body he teases with his mouth is sacred.
And by the time it finally settles between my legs, already wet from the anticipation and longing to feel his touch there, I voice my appreciation with the softest of gasps when I feel his tongue slowly lick my opening around and around, my wetness flowing onto his tongue as he opens me up to his mouth.
‘You really love doing that don’t you?’ I say, looking down at him and stroking his stubbly shaved hair.
‘Mmmmmhmmmmm’ he answers as he sucks on my inner lips and clit.
‘Ahhhhhhhhh, don’t stop doing that’ I pant, the pressure making my pussy tingle. I lie back on the pillows and close my eyes, my body succumbing to what his mouth inflicts upon it totally, feeling a mixture of relaxing and tension as my body loosens but my groin pulses and tightens as a beautiful flood of pleasure rushes through it. I begin to moan more and pant as his tongue starts to flick quickly over my clit, his fingers holding my lips open and pushing the veil of flesh that covers it back so her clit stands out and takes every beat of his tongue directly over the very tip, the bar being moved from side to side at a rapid rate too.
‘Mmmmmm that feels incredible’ I sigh as his tongue darts back and forth over my nub so fast I have to wonder how he can keep up such a quick pace.
‘I’m glad you like it, because I plan on being down here for a long time’ he says, briefly sliding back up my body to kiss me.
‘Lucky me’ she giggle, kissing him.
‘Yes you are’ he whispers with playful arrogance, giving me one last kiss before moving himself back between my legs, his tongue finding my clit again and sliding it flatly up and down, catching every last part of it and encasing it in hot wetness, warm breaths blasting against my soft moist flesh as my eyes roll back in their sockets from the delirious pleasure he gives me. And true to his word he loses himself in pleasuring me intensely with his tongue for another forty five minutes, bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to take the pressure off and let me simmer for a few moments before building me back up again, until I’m crying out desperately, my whole body trembling as I ache to come.
‘Please just let me come! Oh god that’s too good, mmmmmmm! I exclaim through gritted teeth as he rolls his tongue around the tip of my clit.
‘Okay’ he says simply as I tense all over, pushing two fingers into my molten hot core and fucking me with them hard. The sudden intrusion to me and the subsequent pressure on my g spot makes me finally explode immediately, my body writhing against his mouth as the two fingers inside me circle my pussy and push firmly into my g spot, his tongue still working fast against my clit.
‘OH! MMMMMMMM!’ I moan helplessly, my body tensing painfully as a shockwave of heat rips up through me so fiercely I come once more, a little shocked at how loud I just got then.
‘Damn I’m thirsty, please excuse me’ he pants after finally coming up for air, kissing the side of my knee and then heading towards the door, rubbing his jaw on the way which makes me laugh as I recover, my legs buckled and shaking still. He doesn’t take long to re enter the room, gulping from one of the bottles of water I brought earlier on. He sits down on the edge of the bed and then leans back on the pillows, swinging his feet up and putting the bottle down before reaching out and running his fingers through my hair as I straddle him.
‘Don’t make yourself too comfortable, I think it’s time I returned the favour’ I tell him with a wicked grin, pushing him down until he’s lying flat on his back beneath me, slowly removing his clothes and licking each part of him as it becomes exposed to my mouth, running my hands down to pull off his jeans and grey boxers and wasting no time to tease as I hold the base of his cock in my hand and begin to suck him from soft to very hard within minutes. So hard the head swells and flushes purple as my tongue swirls around it, my mouth eagerly swallowing back the seeped out re cum as I plunge my tightened lips back down his length again, feeling it twitch a the top of my throat as it’s owner practically growls with lust, his hands losing themselves as they tangle in my hair.
‘Mmmmm you’ve got such a perfect cock’ I moan sexily as I slide it from my mouth, my lips slipping back over the end with a little suck as I smile at him, and then flick my tongue back and forth over the very tip.
‘And you give perfect head so we match’ he says, winking at me.
‘I cannot tell a lie, I do’ I say batting my eyelashes at him as I once again engulf his hardness into my eager mouth, taking him so deep I can feel the head pressing against the back of my throat, using my tongue studs to softly tickle the sides of his shaft as my tongue works in slow movements across the base, just where it joins his balls.
‘Do you even have a gag reflex young lady?’ he asks as I finally come back up and kiss his stomach, my hands gently rolling his balls in my palm and the other squeezing around his dick.
‘I’ve learned to control it a little better because of present company’ I reply, giving his erection another squeeze to emphasise my point.
‘That’s music to my ears you know’ he replies, grabbing the tops of my arms and hauling me up. I need no further encouragement than that and happily sit astride him, guiding the head of his cock into my wetness, sliding down fully onto his length with a soft gasp, my muscles flexing all around him as I feel that hot hardness relieve the pressure that has built up inside me, the inner craving to feel him right where he is now. And much like the last time we were together, the sex isn’t gentle at all, Went pulling me down to lie flat against his chest and nipping the skin on my lower neck with his teeth as his hips slam up into me hard, his arms locked around my shoulders holding me still so I take what feels like nearly every last inch of each hard thrust his body drives into me.
‘Oh god, oh, oh fuck’ I exclaim, feeling his teeth bite on my neck, more gently so as not to leave a mark but still giving her that sting he knows drives me over the edge, a shrill cry coming from my mouth as I writhe around on top of him in the throes of a white hot orgasm. And even after I come he’s still not there, pushing me over onto my back and initiating a much more gentle pace, kissing me non stop as our bodies grind together, his hands running through my hair as his lips leave mine to kiss my neck and my chest, hands running over my breasts and mouth reaching to suck my nipples as he drives into me hard and slow, moaning deeply as I run my nails softly up and down his back, kiss him, enjoy the feeling of his dick slowly slipping in and out of me. We move together in perfect time until he starts to moan heavily and move faster inside me, arms slipping under my back and holding my body tight as his shudders to orgasm, groaning softly in my ear and kissing my cheek, my closed eyes and my head while those hands underneath me stroke my shoulders, resting his forehead to mine.
‘Promise me we can do that again in about half an hour, I think I need to chill for a while after all that’ I pant, my body still gently rippling as the post orgasmic shivers run through me.
‘Promise’ is about all he manages to say, giving me a brief kiss before retreating from me and then lying flat on his back, pulling me over so I’m half lying on his chest after pulling the bed covers up to shield us. The temperature drops like a stone at night time some nights; and this would be one of them. But as well as the covers I have the best thing in the world to keep me warm, a nice big naked man to curl up around like I am now. Bliss.
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Opposites Collide