Yes

I didn’t want to play anymore.

This night sucked.

The bitches were just all over the boys, it was disgusting. The way they laughed at everything they said and how they pretended they didn’t know how to hold a fucking pool cue correctly.

It made me sick.

Sean was flirting obviously with one of them; the red-haired. She was beautiful but had the phoniest laugh ever. And Rocco was too drunk to even realize that the chubby one was hitting on him; he was just swaying side from side and smiling. And Norm?

Yeah, well he was still talking to that dark-haired bitch from before. I’d placed myself on a stool near the pool table with a drink in my hand. I’d given up on the drink-coffee-and-don’t-let-yourself-get-too-drunk thing I’d started before.

I was simply too pissed off.

Every now and then Norm would send me crooked smiles and dirty winks.

But I couldn’t care less.

He was still giving that girl all the attention she wanted; she was flirting with him.

I’d given up playing with them; they didn’t want to play, they just wanted to get a chance to get closer to the guys. And I just couldn’t deal with that.

Call it want you want, jealousy or whatever, but I just didn’t want to be part of that.

I was going home.

I walked over and placed myself right next to Norman and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m going home. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow at the set. Bye guys!”

I waved at Rocco and Sean who waved back and stomped my way out of the door. The fresh night air felt good on my burning cheeks. I felt like crying.

“Hey babe, where the fuck’ you going?” I heard Norman call from the doors of the pub.

“Fucking home, you dick!” I called out angrily.

I was feeling so sorry for myself; I didn’t even care how he was going to react to what I said. I just wanted to kick his ass right now.

“The fuck…” I could hear him swear and then he entered the pub again.

Yeah, go back in to your starfucker, you jerk.

My blood was racing with a mix of anger and alcohol. Soon I heard footsteps approaching and then a hand on my shoulder, pulling me to a stop.

Norman was looking at me with angry eyes.

“The fuck’s your problem?”

I could feel my eyes getting filled with warm liquid as I twisted my shoulder to have him let go of me.

“My problem? Oh, I aint got a problem… No sir, no. I’m just going home. Why don’t you just go back to your girl back there, huh? Go on; let her flirt with you a little more, see where she’ll take things. I’m just not gonna sit there and watch the show. Fuck no!”

I turned around and stomped over the street.

I was almost at the entrance of the hotel.

“Hey, no, what the hell are you talking about? That girl back there? No, I would never…”

“Yeah? Then why the fuck would you let her think that, huh? Smiling that fucking perfect smile of yours at her and ‘teach her’ how to hold that shit-cue,” I made a gesture that showed how pathetic it had looked, “and now you’re telling me you didn’t even know that she was flirting with you? Come on, man.”

I practically threw myself in the elevator and pushed the button for the seventh floor a little too hard. I hurt my finger.

I sighed out as a couple entered the elevator too, all smiling and beaming with ‘we’re-so-in-love-and-everything’s-perfect’.

I could break their faces.

Norman put his arm around me and pulled me close. I really wanted to push him away; let him know that he’d hurt me. But I didn’t want to do it in front of the couple.

After what seemed to be years the doors finally opened and I stomped my way down the hall, tore the key card through the lock and slammed the door open. I immediately ran for the bathroom, slammed the door and locked the key.

I could hear Norman swear on the other side of the door.

“Babe?”

I didn’t answer. The tears were streaming down my cheeks; I felt so miserable.

How could he do that to me?

I lit a cigarette.

Fuck the hotel and Toronto and everyone!

Fuck it.

“Babe, please. I’m sorry, ‘kay? I… I don’t know why I let her do that, it’s just… I don’t know, I’m a guy. I mean… Fuck, I’m pathetic.”

I could hear him sit down on the bed.

I felt a slight stinging sensation in my heart.

I inhaled the smoke deeply with trembling hands. My body was freaking out. I was freaking out.

“It’s just… I just… Fuck. I love you so much; I really don’t wanna fuck this up. Please, give me a chance to explain, I…”

I kept quiet.

If he wanted to explain, well, this was a golden opportunity.

“It’s just so fucking hard sometimes, you know? Being a celebrity and shit. Shit, I don’t even wanna call myself that. I’m just me, you know? And I know that I have a lot of female fans and that they all think I’m handsome and what not, but… I really don’t see myself like that. I love acting, I do but in real life I’m just some weird guy who has no game whatsoever when it comes to women. I’m so awkward and shy and… Just, fuck. And you? You’re so fucking perfect, I can’t even describe it. And now I’ve ruined everything by thinking it’s nice to get the attention. But I don't want the attention, hell, I only want you! And I sound like such a douche right now, I…”

I could hear him breathe out. My tears had stopped.

I needed to see him.

I unlocked the door, opened it and peeped through. He was sitting on the bed with his face hanging down. He looked so sad I really felt bad for what I’d done. But then again, it was really a horrid experience back at the pub.

The way I’d felt?

I gulped.

I sat down next to him and put my hand on his thigh.

“Norm, I’m not mad at you… Well, yeah, actually, I am. But… Please don’t see this as me breaking up with you. I mean, fuck, I love you so much too and I don't wanna leave you but the way that made me feel, back there? I felt so… I don’t even know how to express it. All I wanted was for you to tell her to fuck off. And when you didn’t I just started doubting myself so much, you know? Like, you get so much love all the time; women all over the world wanna fuck you to shreds, goddammit?! And here I am, just me, competing with all of them? I can’t do that.”

I felt a pricking sensation in my eyes once more. I looked down at my hands as I felt his eyes search for mine.

I couldn’t face him just yet. I needed to get control over my body again. All these emotions mixed with alcohol? Not a good combination.

“Babe, look at me,” Norman sounded.

I shook my head. I didn’t want to.

“Hey, look at me!” he said in a louder voice.

I kept shaking my head from side to side, not wanting to do so at all. He put his hand up and forced my face to the side.

His eyes were filled with something I’d never seen in them before. A certain light.

It made me sad.

“You’re not competing with all of them, hell; you’re not competing with anyone. I fucking want you, not that girl down at the pub, not some of my fans; I want you, you got it?”

His voice was firm now, determinative.

I crashed my lips against his and pushed him down on the bed, a surprised groan escaping his lips.

I wanted to show him why he should want me instead of all the others; I wanted to make him want to stay. But I also wanted to be acknowledged again; to hear him whisper my name, and only mine, when we shared our intimacy.

I quickly tore off my dress and threw it across the room. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he hadn’t seen this coming; surprise filled with lust had them darkened in such a beautiful way.

I breathed as he roughly cupped my breasts, tearing at my bra. It was lying on the floor seconds later. I cried out as he sat up to kiss my hardened nipples. He bit down on them, making a crazy pleasure mixed with pain shoot down my body and end up in wetness between my legs.

I pushed him down once more, wanting to control just a little while longer. I knew I couldn’t have it all the way through; Norman was one of those guys that wants to fuck you, not let you fuck him. He would let me do it for a while but never all the time; he wanted to make me come.

Which he did perfectly every time.

He was still fully dressed as I sat there on top of him, naked, grinding my hips back and forth, causing a friction at the bulge in his pants. He was panting, grabbing my thighs and whispering my name.

His eyes were all over me, dark and lurking, and I rocked my body back and forth. It caused a heat to build down between my legs and I moaned out softly.

He started to slam my hips down on him, already seeking dominance.

I let him have it as I crawled down and placed myself next to him and started touching myself.

“Please, take off your clothes,” I pleaded in a breathy voice.

He kept his eyes at me as he pulled down his pants and tore off his light blue shirt.

Then his boxers.

I breathed out.

He looked so majestic laying there naked beside me. He turned his body to face me resting on his elbow and I felt his warm fingertips sway down my arms. He had his eyes on me, expectantly watching as every ticklish touch caused me to moan out softly.

His skin felt so good against mine. His hand explored their way from my hot lips, down the trembling skin of my neck, my collarbones, to cup my breasts and then further down, stroking my stomach and ribs. My breath came out staggered as I felt his fingers gently spread their warmth down at my inner thighs without ever touching my throbbing heat. I could have died from anticipation right there as I looked at him, dark lustful eyes awaiting my every response to his touch.

“Norman…” I whispered in a pleading voice.

I couldn’t take this much longer, I just wanted to…

More, I wanted more.

“Yes, babe, say my name,” he sounded, his voice deep and rough, almost not sounding like himself.

I cried out as I felt his fingers slide into my wetness. He teasingly circled around my clit in slow movements and I couldn’t help but to buck my hips up against his hand.

My body was trembling.

He leaned in to kiss my on the neck, always continuing his torturously slow touch, when he whispered softly into my ear: “Aye, lass.”

I groaned out; did he just use his Murph voice on me?

I’d told him before how unbelievably sexy I thought Murphy was and now he was using it against me.

Little fucker.

I couldn’t complain though, it had me grabbing at his strong arm, pushing myself against it and crying out his name.

Murphy’s, not Norm’s.

If I’d been aware of that in a sober condition I would probably have died of shame. But here we are…

I could hear Norman chuckle at my reaction to his little roleplaying but I couldn’t care less. I was on fire and there was only one to help me; I tore at Norman’s shoulder, pulling him closer, on top of me, spreading my legs to feel his hardened length on my thigh.

He took a hold of my arms, and pinned them down up over my head, leaning in to have his face inches from mine.

“Tell me how you want it,” he spoke out.

He clearly knew that I wasn’t in control of my body at all right now; I could see it in his eyes. The thrill of having the ability to have my body craving him like an animal. And now, he wanted me to speak?

I searched my mind for those things… What do you call them, words?

Nope, none there.

I wanted to feel his body, grab his dick in my hands and make him as wild as I was, but he had me pinned down by the wrists, his beautifully toned, strong arms heaving over me, making me realize I couldn’t do shit to get out of his grip.

He smirked at me as if he could read my mind, tightening his grip a little bit more, just enough for it to hurt slightly.

But it felt good.

A growl built its way all the way down from my chest and escaped my lips as he started kissing my neck, still pinning me down. I felt helpless, just there to be tortured by him.

Call it want you want, torture, pleasure, expectation, anticipation, whatever…

“Just tell me how you want it, babe, and I’ll give it to ya,” he whispered, breath hot on my trembling skin.

I tried to focus on finding the words to describe what I wanted. I just wanted everything?

Now he moved one of his hands down to touch my wetness again; the other one still being able to hold both my arms down. His finger slid down to rub at my entrance, making me hiss out at the sensation.

He lifted his head and looked at me with a crooked smile as to say: ‘Yeah, you liked that?’

He did it again, harder this time, and my toes curled up as I whined out. His thumb made its way up to rub at my clit.

I didn’t even feel the built-up but soon he had me screaming out; the orgasm tearing its way through my body and shaking me hard, making my body squirm under his tight grip. I panted as the aftershocks waved through my trembling body and I bit down on my lip as I looked to see his expression, a smile on his lips.

Nonchalant.

Proud.

He climbed on top of me, placing himself between my legs with his excitement throbbing beautifully at my heat. I breathed in hard as he put both his hands on my shoulders. I felt the tip of his length at my entrance.

This was what I wanted, what I craved.

“Babe, this is going to be rough, this is going to be fucking wild. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

And then he slid into me with such force my breath was forced out of my lungs.

Fuck yes.

He looked at me with intent eyes as to ask me if I was ready.

I nodded.

I couldn’t be more ready.

Then he slowly slid almost all the way out before thrusting again, hard, shaking my body with the force. I cried out his name. Or was it Murphy’s?

I didn’t know and I didn’t care.

He kept the pace slow, thrusting inside me roughly and quick and then sliding out slowly. He breathed out harshly and let his head drop down between his shoulders. I was overwhelmed by the feeling, alcohol and lust screaming out of me together with the pleasure he had me experience. We were so close, bodies touching everywhere, friction and heat making us groan out each other’s names.

“Norm… Please… I can’t…. Harder,” I moaned.

Coherency didn’t matter now; he immediately followed my pleading words.

He placed my legs on his shoulders, while crouching up to stand on his knees, then wrapped his arm around my waist and slammed me against his hips. This new angle had me scream out; he reached so far up in me I could have split.

But I cried for more and he worked up a fast and hard pace, slamming me against him and growling out beautifully.

I bucked my hips at him, another heat was building up in the pit of my stomach and I reached to grab a pillow to steady my body a bit.

I felt like I was floating, pulled in harshly by the waves and slammed against rocks, penetration.

“Ah, you’re so fucking tight for me, babe, fuck,” Norm sounded over me and his rhythm started becoming more uneven.

He was getting close.

So was I.

He went on, slammed me against him, the sound of heat and wetness between us rhythmically hammering, and I heard him growl my name; that’s when I lost it.

Orgasm washing over me, strong hands pressing me against a rock-hard body, sweat on my forehead on down my breasts, the taste of salt on my lips, smell of sweat and whiskey and smoke, deep growls, toes curling…

I dumped down on the bed as he released me from his grip.

I couldn’t focus at all; the room seemed all blurry and otherworldly. I felt an arm scoop under mine to cup my breast and a kiss on my hair. I sighed out happily as I heard the flickering of a lighter and inhaled deeply as a cigarette was put to my lips.

“You know, we’re gonna get in so much trouble when they find out we’re smoking inside,” I smiled, my voice breathy from exhaustion.

“Fuck them and their rules,” Norm sounded next to me.

I giggled.

“Rebel.”

He laughed.

We didn’t talk about the small fight we’d had before; we knew we were on the same page.

We wanted each other. We loved each other. All the anger and hard feelings had disappeared as we’d proved to each other our devotion. I smiled and scooted myself closer to him, our naked bodies turning into one.

“Mh, love you.”

“Love you too.”