Chapter 14

Riley

I laid in bed half the night trying to figure out what I'd done to offend Ethan. I'd gone through the denial stages first, as if surely I hadn't done anything and he was being an overly sensitive tit. So I didn't want to talk about Jace, and I didn't want to dive into a relationship with him that would leave me heartbroken by the morning.

Deza slipped out of the room just after the sun rose, and I found myself still staring at the window, wide awake. I needed to figure out what I'd done and apologize for it, though I hated to. It would seem Ethan was nothing more than an immature ass and I would have to be the bigger person throughout our time together.

Outside of all that drama, I still couldn't believe that I was getting ready to shoot a movie with Ethan Lewis. He was America's crush. Butterflies danced around in my chest as I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It would be so nice if he was the strong personality in real life that he was in his Bond films. The demanding, get-in-my-bed-and-let-me-fuck-you-senseless kind of man we all imagined him to be, and maybe he was, but he was going about it all wrong.

Offering me a contract-like agreement to be fuck-buddies? Why not just take me to bed and explain that it's just physical before we did the dirty? I laughed at the thought. There really was no good way around it. He wanted what Jace and I had, and a huge part of me didn't want to deny him. We were in very different places. I was a complete stranger that had moved onto his side of the street, and he was someone I'd been watching forever.

Damn I loved watching him. His dark brown hair and sexy brown eyes. The thickness of his bottom lip and his perfectly regal nose.

A tendril of pleasure shot through my stomach as I groaned in the early morning light. Need pumped through me, and I lifted my head, listening to make sure Deza had actually left and not come back in the middle of my internal ramblings.

I closed my eyes and exhaled softly before sliding my hands down my stomach and pushing my panties over my hips. I hadn't taken care of myself in forever, but with a wicked hot fantasy playing in my head, and Ethan being center stage to it, I needed to.

His hands were firm on the sides of my neck and he glanced down the long length of our bodies and smiled. "Fuck, you look good. So beautiful and soft. I wanna hear you scream."

I groaned and ran my hands down his side as he pressed me to the bed and hovered above me, looking like a god in the early morning light.

"Then make me." I lifted my head as he swooped down and licked at my mouth. I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and held him in place as he worked his tongue deep into my mouth and rolled his hips enough to settle the thick head of his cock between my legs.

"You sure you can handle me?" He brushed his lips by mine and moved to press his elbows into the bed just beside my head.

Every cell in my body was lit up with desire for the man above me. He didn't seem at all uncomfortable or unsure of himself. He was every hot fantasy I'd had over the years.

"I'm more than capable of handling you." There was no fear or worry about him not fitting. We'd make it work. I wanted to. I coveted his size and wanted to be the woman he found relief and pleasure with.

My hips arched forward as I brushed my fingers through the wet folds of my skin and groaned. Chill bumps broke out on my skin, leaving me panting before I got too far. It’d been too long. Jace and I hadn't had time to fuck the week before after the opening celebration for Down Low, though I needed to something terrible.

"Why do I believe that?" He pressed into me a little and smiled. "Spread your legs wider, Riley. Open up like a good girl for me."

I groaned and spread my thighs farther as I slid my hands over his thick shoulders and pressed up to take more of him.

The pleasure that spread across his face as he laid down and pressed me firmly to the mattress was bliss, beautiful.

"So tight, baby. So deliciously tight and wet." He licked the side of my throat and rocked his hips, forcing me to take more and more of him. The pressure was overwhelming, and left me breathless.

I cried out as I sunk two fingers into myself and arched my back to get the best position for working my body over the edge as fast as I could. The idea of taking him deep inside was unbelievably appetizing, almost like a fetish. I enjoyed bigger men, but had never in my life seen anything like what Ethan was sporting. Monster was an understatement.

I worked harder and faster, slipping in another finger and giving myself over to the depravity of a hard fuck in my head as I pressed more aggression than I normally would have into my movement. I buckled in the bed as bright lights exploded at the edge of my vision. I rolled onto my side and continued to massage my soft skin as the high rolled into a warmth I yearned for.

Panting softly in the dark, I couldn't help but wonder if he went to bed the night before and did the same. After our conversation and him getting upset, I couldn't fathom a different ending for him.