Akoya Kailani

I set out clothes for him on the bed of my very rarely used guest room. I hope he doesn't take this the wrong way...

I just can't think of any other way to show my appreciation for what he's done. He could've been really shitty and just left me there or worse, but no.. he is here on my couch, days later, still checking on me. 

I can't help but find myself worrying that when I'm finally better he will stop coming around...

One Week Later...

Day 4 of me faking my injuries. I'm on the last dose of the ointment but I felt fine days ago, but how could I tell Jason that he doesn't have to rub me down with his strong, veiny, muscular--

"Are you ready in there yet?" Jason says from the other side of the door.

"J-just give me a minute!" I say frantically putting something over the lingerie I planned to wear for the 3rd night in a row. I thought maybe I could wear something sexy to make something happen but every night so far I end up throwing on something modest over it.

"Okay! You're good to come in." I say fluffing out my hair and fixing my short-but-more-concealing-than-lingerie shorts and sports bra.

I hear my bedroom door open and once again for however many nights in a row, my heart pounds.

"You always take forever." He huffs out with a smirk.

I give a shy smile after accidentally making eye contact with his piercing dark eyes.

I plop onto the bed and realize too late that I'm still faking this. Immediately I wince in fake pain.

"I keep forgetting my body still doesn't feel as well as my mind," I add for effect.

"Well hopefully you feel better after today, this is the last of it." He says scooping the substance out slowly with his middle and ring finger and showing it to me.

I lay on my back preparing for the routine.

"So, are you excited?" I ask making conversation after a few moments.

"For what exactly?" He asks.

"Well, you know you leave in a couple of days to Canada for another season of Frontier?" I say in a tone that says 'Duuhh'.

"Oh, yeah that." He says chuckling softly.

"I'm looking forward to it just not the flight and jet lag."

"and I'm going to miss the warm Hawaii breeze and ocean." He says reminiscently while his fingers run firmly over my stomach down past my hips to my upper thighs.

"W-well the frosted mountain views might be enough to hold you over until you come back," I say.

"Yeah, but filming could take a while. I'll be gone for a few months.."

Don't remind me...

As he finished up the last of the ointment I turned over onto my stomach.

"Massage my back," I say turning my head to look at him while still laying down.

For a moment he looks taken aback, But quickly gives a look of compliance.

I smile a point to a drawer behind him and he pulls out a bottle of lotion.

He basically does the same routine except on my back this time. We spend the next few minutes in silence, which I didn't mind I just enjoyed the feeling of his hands all over my back, hoping he avoided the parts of my body that were getting goosebumps.

"Akoya.." He says in a low voice.

"Hmm..?" I say dreamily, melting into his talented hands.

"How long have you been faking it?" He asks without stopping, but he slows down.

My eyes go from low and dreamy to wide open and searching for something to say other than the truth.

"W-what-" I say sitting upright on the edge of my bed to face him.

"You heard what I said." He says his hand quickly but gently nudging my chin towards his face, he had a soft smile with one end of his mouth faintly curled.

I look into his inquisitive eyes, but only finding the emotion of curiosity and confidence. He was confident he was right, and he was. 

He raises his eyebrows to nudge me to answer faster.

"How did you know first?" I ask defeated and avoiding his eyes.

"You laid on your stomach. Which usually you would've winced in pain, but you happily-- and quickly-- flipped over."

"Well-."

"How long?" He interrupts.

"A few days..."

"But if you knew I was faking it then why did you give me a message?" I ask gaining some confidence of my own.

"Well, Akoya.." He starts.

He uses his free and places it on my inner leg, closer to my knee, and he slowly pushes it away, separating my legs and stepping in between them, closing the gap between us.

"The same reason you've been faking it." He says using the hand he put on my chin to cup my cheek in his hand.

I lean my face into his hand, licking his thumb ever so slightly as he swipes it over my bottom lip. I look into his eyes matching his intensity.

Instantly I wrap my legs around his waist and he uses the hand he used to move my leg and he supports my weight holding me by my bottom.

We both quickly put our lips onto one another's, crashing into each other. He tightens his grip on me and I do the same as I feel his tongue slightly licking my bottom lip, almost like he was asking permission to come in, and I was going to let him all the way in.

I quickly and slightly open my mouth to grant him permission and our tounges instantly dance a tango together. His mouth tastes of mint as if he was chewing gum earlier.

After a few seconds of that, he slowly makes his way down to my neck, suckling and neatly licking both sides and his hands moving to my back to pull me to him.

He slowly moves down to between my breasts and my sports bra quickly comes off.

He chuckles and flashes a look up to me after looking at the lingerie underneath.

"You should've started with this," He says in between kisses.

I laugh and slightly moan in return to his warm kisses.

He impatiently moves the bra down and suckles them and then moves down further.

He sets me on my back gently and removes my shorts and bottoms.

He licks my inner thighs.

"I've thought about this moment a little too often." He says breathing heavily, with a devilish smile.

"Me too," I say cupping his cheek in my hand and then caressing it over to his hair.

He starts by slowly kissing it and slowly sliding his wet and warm tongue over it.

Chills run through my spine making my hair stand on end, I grip the sheets on my bed as I let out a sigh.

Almost every guy I've been with I've had to somewhat coach. For him to start off with such a perfect move literally was driving me insane.

He used one hand to grip my leg and the other to rub circle around my button. He then suddenly but not too forcefully slid one finger inside of me.

I rolled my hips in unison with the rhythm of his tongue and middle finger.

I slowly increased how fast I was rolling my hips to let him know the rhythm I wanted.

I wanted to hold it in as if I was a boy being touch by the first time I felt it was happening to fast.

There have only been a handful of guys who have taken me there, and even so, it took them a couple of tries.

I clenched my eyes closed and let out intense moans as I tried to keep up with the moment.

He adds another finger and keeps my rhythm even though I stopped due to the lack of the ability to focus.

Jason Momoa

As her rhythm becomes less and less consistent I prepare for--hopefully waterworks.

I came across a few women who do but have loved maybe a bit more than I should it every time.

Her moans were primal, not like a fake pornstar but real, and intense.

I grabbed for her hand and kept for the same rhythm and not too long after she starts to hold her breath and short spurts of warm rolls down my chin onto my chest.

She breaths heavily catching her breath I stand and gaze upon her.

He hair spread out wildly like a flower around her, her limbs sprawled out with her chest heaving up and down.

I unbuttoned my shirt slowly trying to catch my breath as well.

She opens her eyes and sits up on her elbows.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm not done," I say taking off my shirt.

"Unless you want me to be?" I ask the last thing I want to do is take advantage of any woman. What makes great sex is consent from all participants.

"Of course not, but.." She says standing, a little wobbly at first.

But quickly the power dynamic shifts and shoves me down onto the bed and she grabs something from a drawer and straddles me.

A slow grin spreads over her lips as her hands slide from my forearms to my wrists. 

Her eyes staring down into mine intensely she growls..

"My turn."