Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Extended hours	By : timecapsule Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Extended hours
- 1
You run up the stairs, holding onto the rail to keep yourself from falling backwards. You’re already late, and broken lifts aren’t doing much to help you. You reach the fifth floor and begin to walk down the long corridor, looking for room 524. “520, 522 – finally, room 524!” You knock on the door. You hear a female voice yell, “Come in”.

You walk into the room and see Maggie, the senior costumer draped in fabrics and measuring tapes. She looks flustered as she rushes around the room, seeming to look for something.
“Honey, thank God you are here,” she says, not taking her eyes off the area she’s searching. “I have an appointment across town in 30 minutes that I just can’t miss but this fitting needs to be finished by tomorrow morning. Here, take over.” She untangles herself from the drapes and tapes, and hands them over to you. As she does, her eyes light up. “A-ha, there it is.” She reaches towards the chair behind you and pulls out her handbag. “I’ve left instructions for you to follow,” she says, seeing the look on your face, as she gestures towards the middle of the room. With that, she hurries out of the door.
You look around you. It looks like an explosion in a clothes factory. Fabrics, tapes and all sorts of sewing paraphernalia. You don’t even know what you’re supposed to take over from. All you know is that an hour ago, you were at home, eating ice cream and watching some evening TV, when she called you, begging you to come and take over from her, as she had double booked.
And now here you stand, looking dazed and confused, not knowing what to do, where to start or even who you’re fitting.
A polite “Ahem” brings you out of your daydream, and you turn around to see who’s trying to get your attention. Less than 10 feet away from you is the most beautiful man you have ever seen. He looks familiar, but you can’t quite place him.
“Hi, I’m Orlando,” he says, extending a hand towards you. “Where’s Maggie disappeared to?” he asks, a puzzled look on his face.
Trying hard not to blush, you reach out to shake his hand and intoduce yourself. “Oh, Maggie hadgo. go. Double booked herself or something. So you’ve got me for the rest of the afternoon.” You smile at him and he smiles back.
“So, where did Mags leave the drawings?” you ask, eager to start. He looks around, trying to remember where he last saw them. “Oh, here they are,” he says as he leans over to the bedside table beside him. He hands them over to you, and you take them. You have a quick glance over at the drawings of his Will Turner costume and then look at Orlando. “Well, let’s get started!”

Half an hour later, tape measure in hand, holding pins with your teeth, you’re kneeling in front of him and trying very hard to stop yourself acting out what is going through your mind. You can feel yourself blushing and so concentrate hard on fixing the hem of his left trouser leg. You hear a mobile phone ring, and you both reach out towards your respective phones to see if the call is for you. You can tell by the sound of disappointment that comes from him that it’s his call. He rolls his eyes and smiles apologetically at you, and answers the call. From what you can hear, it’s a business call. He doesn’t move away from you, so you go on with fixing the hem as you were doing before.

As he continues the call, you take the golden opportunity. You stop fixing the hem, discard the pins and place your hand firmly on his bare ankle. He looks down at you questioningly, while he continues speaking into his phone. You arch an eyebrow and grin wickedly. You take the measuring tape from around your neck, and place one end by his heel, and with your other hand, you stretch and press it firmly along the inside of his leg, up to his thighs. As your hand travels up purposefully, you look up towards him. You can hear him getting distracted, asking the person on the phone to repeat themselves several times, all the while watching you, running his fingers through his hair, licking his lips nervously.

You stand up, and let your hand travel up to his stomach, slipping your hand under his shirt. With his free hand, he begins to unbutton his shirt. You kiss his bare chest as you pull the shirt off. You push him back on to the bed and crawl on top of him, so that you are straddling him. You slowly pull off your top, pushing his hand away as he tries to touch you, to help you take it off. He tries hard to listen to the person on the phone, but his attention is on you. You take the phone from his hand, switch it off and throw it over the side of the bed. He opens his mouth to say something but you cover it with one hand and bring a finger to your lips to indicate silence. You see the corners of his eyes crease up as he smiles beneath your hand. He’s yours now.

You feel his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You reach out and take his hands away from your hips, resting them on either side of his head. You lean back, and grab one of the long, silky drapes of fabric that are scattered on the end of the bed. You take the red drape and carefully tie it around his wrists, and then around the spindle of the headboard behind his head. He looks up at your handiwork and tugs at the knots you’ve made. He sees he can’t free himself, that he is at your mercy. He laughs softly.

He bends his knees so that he can push you forward, but instead, you lay back, so that you’re resting on the fronts of his thighs. You let your gaze travel down his body, watching his chest rise and fall, admiring his smooth brown skin, taking him in. You lower your head and kiss his stomach, circling his belly button with kisses, then continuing up to his chest, where you use your tongue to circle his nipples. You lighly bite the skin there and hear a small gasp escape his lips. You move your focus of attenton to his collarbone, plag kig kisses all along it and then onto his neck, kissing it softly up to his jaw. You follow the line of his jaw with your finger, leaving a trail of kisses where your fingers touch. He turns his head towards you, so that he can kiss you, but you move your face away from his before he meets your lips. He lets out a soft moan. You lean back again, this time running your fingers down his torso as you do so; your eyes never leaving his.
You stop at the top of his trousers. You hear a small intake of breath from him as he watches you slowly pull at the waistband. He lifts his hips up and you pull his trousers off, leaving him in his dark boxers. You settle yourself back on top of him. You begin to undo your own trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping while he watches you. You stand up to remove them, giving him a good view of your body.
You kneel down onto the end of the bed, between his ankles, so that he has to lift his head to see you properly. You run your hands through your hair, and then let them run down to your bra covered breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing them so that they bulge over the edges of your bra. You shake your shoulders slightly, so that the bra straps fall down. You reach around the back and unhook the catch, letting the bra fall away. You throw it aside and move your body towards him, letting your breasts press against his rapidly rising and falling chest, your face inches away from his. You run your tongue lightly over his bottom lip but pull away as he begins to reciprocate. He moans quietly and then looks up to his wrists. You can see him struggle to free his hands, but you’re in control, and you’re not untying him just yet.

You sit on his lap, straddling him again, and this time you can feel him between you legs, ready for you. You slowly gyrate your hips, grinding into him, hinting of what is yet to come, knowing that this is probably torturing him. You can see him close his eyes as he tries to control his breathing.

You reach down and release him from his boxers. He lets out a controlled sigh. You shift you body, moving it so that your head is between his legs. He moves his hips, indicating what he wants from you. But that’s not for him to decide. Your hot breath caresses his skin. You kiss, lick and suck the skin on his inner thighs. You can feel his body tense as you press your lips against the skin there, humming and sending vibrations through his body. You hear him breathing quicken, and he begins straining against the fabric around his wrists and it’s then that you decide to give in to what he wants.
- 1
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

Extended hours