Riley
"You're already up." I pressed my heel against the bed and rolled us over. "I want to taste you."
"What? No. I wanna feel you come." He reached up and gripped the sides of my face, pulling me back down for a long, probing kiss. Every cell in my body came alive, percolating at the idea of having a night trapped beneath him.
"You will, but you're not denying me again." I nipped aggressively at his mouth and moved down the length of his body until I reached the top of his jeans.
"Riley. You don't have to-"
"I want to. Shut up already." I undid his jeans as he played with my hair and brushed his fingers by my breasts, teasing my already rock hard nipples.
"Don't overdo it. Just take what you can."
I chuckled and glanced up to pin him with a hard stare. "Do you always coach the women who are about to suck your cock? It's not very sexy."
"Fine, but I better hear you choke, or you're not doing it right." He dropped back and groaned as I tugged his pants down his thighs and forced his silky black briefs to follow suit.
"Fuck you," I whispered roughly as I let my eyes move across the 'monster'. He was by far the biggest man I'd seen in real life or on a late night porn. My body clenched at the very idea of fitting him inside of me. It was as if every naughty fantasy I had came to life and taunted me with desire.
He lifted his head and smiled. "Take a picture. It lasts longer."
"Hush." I smiled and reached up, taking him in my hands and stroking him a few times. He was right... there was no way in hell I was fitting him in my mouth. But... there was nothing like a good challenge to get my blood pumping.
The groan that left him as I leaned over and pressed my mouth to the top of his meaty head was enough to force me to the edge of orgasm. I was over stimulated, and by the way he gripped the sheets, he was too.
"More," he groaned and slipped his hand in my hair, forcing me to come closer with his tight hold on me. "Take more."
I closed my eyes and went to work, sucking and licking, stroking and worshiping the part of him that he seemed to love and hate the most. He was magnificent. I knew without a doubt why there were fan clubs all over the world giving him their time, their attention, their love. He was worth it. All of it.
"I'm gonna come, Ri." He pulled at my hair, forcing me back as I whimpered in frustration. "Did you hear me?" He sat up, forcing me back. The wild look in his eyes left me on fire for him. Maybe sleeping together wasn't a good idea. It would brand me forever.
"Yes." I reached back and pulled at his wrist. "Let go."
"No." He stood up and forced me to move back, but I stayed on my knees and reached for his shaft. "Just finish me with a hand job, baby. I don't want-"
"You're doing it again." I moved up and ran my tongue around his sack as he moaned loudly.
"You want me to treat you like-"
"I want you to be yourself." I nipped at his balls and growled. "Stop being who you think I want you to be and just be you, Ethan. I want you."
"Fine. You asked for it." His expression darkened and my stomach tightened as a pulse ran between my thighs. "Swallow."
I nodded and gripped his thighs as he took his cock in his hand and gripped the base. He took control of our sex, forcing me to take more of him than I thought possible as I knelt in front of him. He drove into me as I dug my nails deeper into his thighs and tried to hang on. It was violent, delicious, real.
"That's it." He rolled his hips and cried out. "Drink it, Riley. All of it, baby."
I moaned and followed his instructions as my heart raced, my mind fragmented. Never in my life had someone taken control of me the way he was, and we were just messing around.
"Guys? You in there?" Deza's voice was muted behind the door. "Bad time?"
"Yes!" Ethan yelled with aggravation in his voice.
I licked at his shaft and cleaned him up as he ran his fingers through my hair and watched me closely.
"Let her in. We'll pick back up later." I glanced up at him and smiled. "It'll give you time to replenish your supply."
"I don't need time." He reached down and grabbed me under my arms, pulling me up and kissing me hard.
"Really, guys? Come on. It's seven. Surely you're not misbehaving just yet." Deza sounded needy.
"I'm going to fucking kill her," Ethan mumbled against my lips.
I reached around to squeeze his ass. "Please don't. I kinda like her."
"I hate her right now." He licked at my mouth and ground against me. "I wanna fuck you against the wall, on the bed, in the shower."
I kissed him once more and pulled back. "Good. Let's see what Deza wants and then we'll see which location wins out." I turned and walked to the door on shaky legs. I'd never swallowed before. There was an odd intimacy to it. I wouldn't ever do it again, unless it was Ethan.
"I'm sorry." Deza let out a sad sigh as I opened the door.
"It's all good." I smiled, trying to force myself to calm down.
She reached out and brushed her fingers through my hair, which must have looked wild thanks to Ethan using it as his steering mechanism. "No, it's not, but you guys will have to forgive me."
"I hate you." Ethan pulled his pants over his legs as we walked back in the room, showing his ass and giving Deza a complete picture of what we were up to.
Heat raced up my chest and burned my cheeks. Shit. How whorish did I look?
"Yeah. Yeah." She sat down on the bed, like she wasn't at all bothered by the smell of sex in the air, or the fact that we were both still panting softly. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at me. "I hate him."
"Who? Ethan? Me too sometimes." I sat down beside her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
"Hey. I'm right fucking here. Jeez." He winked at me and sat down on the other side of Deza. "I don't hate you, D. I'm just kidding. Riley and I have only been trying to have sex since the first day we met. The woman is driven to get what she wants... when she wants it."
I snorted and D ignored him. It was probably for the best.
"No. Darren." She pressed her hands to her face. "He's killing me slowly. I'm not myself at all anymore because of him."
"I'm glad it's someone else's fault besides mine." Ethan glanced up at me and shook his head. He obviously disapproved of Darren, and I understood why. He was my agent before Deza picked me up, and the man had big dreams and lots of hot air to blow around, but when it came to actually making something happen? He was all talk.
"What happened?" I rubbed her back softly and tried not to think about what Ethan and I would be doing if everyone would just leave us the hell alone.
"Nothing. Everything." She wiped at her tears. "I don't want to talk about it. Can we just order something to eat and watch a movie together?"
"What? Where is everyone else?" Ethan's tone said he wasn't doing anything with anyone but me.
"Of course we can." I kissed her shoulder and got up as Ethan growled and flopped back on the bed. I thumbed his dick on the way to the phone. "Behave. You'll need someone to love on you one day too, and it won't be the sweaty kind of love you enjoy most."
Deza laid back and curled up against his side. "She's right, you know? I'll just stay a little while, you fucking rebel."
He turned on his side and they looked like two junior high kids getting ready to tell scary stories on a camping trip. "I'm not doing much fucking these days. I can't get any privacy."
"Ethan." I picked up the menu and gave him a look as he glanced over his shoulder.
"I'm just kidding. Shit." He turned back to Deza. "I'm so not kidding. You're cock-blocking and you're meaning to."
She laughed, which was a relief. "I hate you too."
"Good. Then it's settled. We're broken up. For good." He reached out and wrapped her in a hug, making me a little jealous, but I swallowed the feeling like a good girl. Lust burned through me as I picked up the phone and tried to push back the feeling of having Ethan Lewis hovering over the top of me, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat, his muscles locked in place as he cried out my name. The beautiful look of ecstasy on his face was almost too much.
"Room service. I have this as room twelve o-nine. What can I get for you?"
I ordered half the menu, rambling through various things as my thoughts continued to plague me. The clerk thanked me for the order and I hung up and let out a yelp as Ethan's arms wrapped around me tightly from behind.
"You seem a little off." He kissed the side of my neck and slid his hand down to cup me. "You wanna meet me in the bathroom for a quickie?"
"No. I want to spend time with Deza and when she leaves," I turned in his arms and wrapped myself around the front of him, "I want an all nighter."
"That's a lot to ask for, baby doll."
"Oh. You can't go all night?"
He laughed and his eyes filled with merriment. "I can go as long as you can keep up. It's not me I'm worried about. I'm a whore and a half. You're a good girl. I can smell it all over you."
"Good girl? Not quite, but alright. Challenge accepted, Ethan."
The door to the bathroom opened and Deza walked out. "I can leave you guys alone if-"
"Yes!" Ethan turned and yelled as I moved around him and said, "No."
"Good. Thanks." She gave me a quick hug and bounded up on the bed. "All right. What movie are we watching?"
"Daisy Does Dallas' Donkey Dick." Ethan dropped down in a chair to pout.
"I've seen that one." I got up on the bed beside Deza. "It's boring. Honestly."
Deza laughed and reached around me to pat the bed beside me. "Come on, Ethan. Stop being a prick and come have some fun with us."
"Fine, but I'm picking the movie." He got up languidly and walked to the bed, dropping down and reaching for the remote. "If I'm not getting the sex, then I guess watching Sleepless in Seattle is the next best thing."
Deza groaned. "I hate that fucking movie."
"And for that... you're never getting into heaven. Bravo, D. Smoking section for you."
"What?" I laughed and looked between them - lost.
"He's a chick flick sort of guy. Crazy, right?"
"I like to color sometimes too, so suck a nut." He winked at me and laid back.
"Who are you talking to?" I gave him a look as he flipped through the channels and stretched out on the bed beside me. Maybe having Deza there was a horrible idea. He looked good. Too good.
"You, baby. I only want your pretty pink lips on my boys. Hello?" He rolled his eyes and gave me a goofy grin before turning his attention back to the TV.
I glanced down at Deza. "Are you hearing this shit?"
"Honey, I've heard all this shit a million times and more. The man has ten lines in the script in his head. You'll get used to them too... if you're lucky."
Ethan rolled toward me, moving his head onto my shoulder. "Awww... D. I knew you loved me."
She glanced over toward us. "Only because I get paid to."
"Lies. All lies," he mumbled and snuggled up against me.