Authors: Amanda Heath
Ryan
She walked into my life at the wrong time. Being who she is, that doesn’t even surprise me. I’m not ready for the things she makes me feel. I feel like slamming my head into a wall out of pure frustration.
Instead, I roll her onto her stomach in her sleep. I was excited yet pissed to wake up with her bum against my dick. I couldn’t wait to get into her again but I also wanted to shove her out the door. I don’t understand all the feelings raging around in my head right now. To be or not to be.
I grab a condom off the bedside table, roll it on and get my fingers on that hot little pussy. She moans when I start to play around. When she finally lifts her ass a little in the air, I roll onto her and slide my dick inside until I can’t get it in anymore.
“Ryan,” she groans, shifting back against me. I use one hand to prop myself up while I use the other to wrap her hair around my fist and tug. She lets me tug hard too; she seems to like it a little rough. Let’s see how much more I can get her to enjoy.
I lean my head down and bite the back of her neck, using my teeth to keep her head down. She starts wiggling and squirming underneath me, making me want to grin if my mouth wasn’t full. We pound against each other, her pussy so wet I slip and slide against her so magnetically.
Yesterday plays out in my mind as I fuck her deep, my balls slapping against her pussy. I don’t know what came over me, when I put my hand against her, and I clearly don’t know what was going through my mind when I decided to keep it there and get her off. She just seems so fucking uptight all the time. She gets on my nerves and periodically I want to strangle her on the best days. Yesterday, though, I was just done. It was either kill her or fuck her. I paced around my trailer until I was sure her daughter had gone to bed. Images played through my head while I waited for her on top of me, pretending to fuck me. And believe me, I can tell the difference between real and pretend after all that happened last night. I’ve never been into people watching and usually it’s not so sexually charged during a love scene. Mostly you have people directing you around while you have to dry hump some chick you barely know. This was so different from that. Victor is a genius and I think he knows just what the hell he was doing.
You can’t really go back once you’ve stuck it in. There’s no turning back now and I’m not sure I could if I had the chance. She just feels so fucking amazing. I’ve never rated the woman I’ve fucked before, or compared them, and I’m not really doing that now. I just know she has the best pussy I’ve ever had.
I lift my knees a little and put my head right next to hers so I can use my other hand to get my fingers on that little tiny clit I can’t wait to taste. Though I might never get the chance because she could walk out that door this morning and never look at me again. God, I fucking hope not.
My fingers put pressure against her clit but I let her do the rest. Her pussy clenches around me when she blows, while she lets out a sigh. I like that about her. She is not a screamer, the girl hardly makes a noise at all, but I know she enjoys what we’re doing. Sometimes all you need to know is that their pussy is wet and they have lust in their eyes.
Alexis undeniably has both.
I feel it all throughout my body when I come, my body stilling and my cock jerking. I pull out slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. I roll onto my back and take the condom off, throwing it into the little trash can near my bed.
I turn my head to find her naked ass in my line of sight. I can’t even stop myself as I lean over and take a bite out of it. The warm silky flesh filling my mouth. Alexis lets out a squeal, slapping at my head. I laugh as I pull away and grin like an idiot as her face flushes. She flips me off as she goes to the bathroom.
My dick gets real happy when she walks back out naked, as she was when she went in. Most chicks would be putting clothes on after fucking, especially after you sleep with someone for the first time, but Alexis is perfectly fine walking around my trailer with no clothes on. I wonder if she would feel the same way if I told her her brother could walk into the door at any given moment.
I have the sheet bunched at my feet, still breathing hard. It’s so fucking hot in here. Alexis climbs on the bed and lies down on her side facing me. “Where are you from?” she asks softly, her fingers playing around the bed.
“Sydney. You aren’t too far from home, right?” I move the pillows around until I’m propped up the way I like with a hand over my head.
She nods. “My dad’s place is about two hours from here. It’s probably run down by now.”
I shake my head. “Beau’s taken care of it. I’ve seen pictures.” I reach out and pick up her fidgeting hand. “You should go see it while you’re in this neck of the woods.”
She frowns down at our joined hands. “I’d rather not. I don’t have many good memories there.”
I shrug, not wanting to get into it right now. This seems to upset her.
“Shrugging isn’t polite,” she mutters, trying to jerk her hand from mine.
I narrow my eyes and use the hand I have a light, but firm grip on, and pull her towards me. “Where’re you going?”
She doesn’t really fight me before setting her head on my chest. “Well, in twenty minutes I’m going to go back to my trailer so I can get ready for the day. We have interviews at ten and filming after that.”
“You worried about the interviews?”
She shakes her head. “Mr. Wright came to see my personally to let me know I don’t have to answer any question I don’t want to.”
I laugh. “He was really worried about you quitting the movie. He rang me and told me I was to be on my best behavior.”
She looks at me wide eyed. “I can’t believe he called you! That’s so awesome!”
“You think it’s awesome I got into trouble?”
She nods against my chest, her soft hair rubbing gently against my chin. I lift all that hair until I can see the back of her neck. There I find a perfect imprint of my teeth in a red indent. I use my thumb to smooth over it. I’ve got to stop being so damn rough. She probably thinks I’m an animal.
“Bloody hell you’re trouble,” I tell her.
She giggles and lifts up until her face is in mine. “What, are you British now?”
I pick my hands up and run my fingers through her hair until my palms meet her face. “Aussie’s say bloody hell too. The British are the ones who settled Australia to begin with.”
“I guess. I never really thought of it that way,” she tells me, leaning over to nuzzle her nose against mine.
I’m such a pussy to admit this but butterflies erupt in my stomach at the easy way we’re talking. Teasing. It’s like we’ve been doing this our whole lives. And now it’s hard to remember a time when she wasn’t in my life.
I’m not saying I don’t remember any other women, I’m just saying it’s like she’s always been here. Cassie will always have a place in my heart, she was my first love and they say those never go away. A pang goes off in my chest at the thought of her. I hope she’s doing okay. The poor woman has trouble living life on her own. She really does need someone to take care of her.
“The girl should have listened more in school,” I tell her, mesmerized by the hair caught in my fingers. I can’t seem to stop playing with it or touching her.
“Okay, now you’re Game of Thrones,” she tells me with a laugh, her breasts banging into my chest, her flat tummy tightening against mine.
Her words make me roll my eyes. “I’m not Game of Thrones. I have nothing on the Many Faced Man. That guy can act. We should take notes.”
“He’s pretty cute, too.”
That has me laughing. “Here I thought you were going to go on about Jon Snow and how cute he is.”
She shakes her head. “You haven’t seen Rob Stark’s ass then. Every female fan of the show went and saw that new Cinderella movie. Just because he was in it.”
“I wasn’t looking at his ass during that scene. There was a naked woman involved,” I tell her, freeing one of my hands to reach down and cup her ass.
“Typical man, always about the naked females.”
“Can’t help it.” I squeeze her ass because I can. “What other shows do you watch. I bet you watch Pretty Little Liars.”
She shakes her head. “Well, I watched, like, the first three seasons once when I was bored, but it got ridiculous to me so I stopped there. I’m actually a proud member of the Supernatural Fandom.”
That one I don’t know. “I don’t think I know that one.”
Her eyes go wide and she sits up suddenly, her hands going to frame her face. “You have to watch Supernatural! I can’t believe you haven’t even heard of it!” She starts bouncing around the bed, which does great things for her tits. “You haven’t lived unless you’ve met Sam and Dean Winchester. Plus, the ‘67 Impala, baby. Oh, and Bobby, who’s just an old drunk but you love him anyway.” Then she gets all dreamy eyed. “The best though is Castiel, this fallen angel. I’m going to have his children one day.”
“Is it a new show?” I ask, my hands snaking out to reach those tits bouncing around in my face.
She shakes her head. “NO! It’s on its eleventh season! That’s why I can’t believe you’ve never heard of it. I thought everyone at least knew what Supernatural was!”
“You’re really excited about this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy about something.” I lean up and wrap my arms around her shoulders, pulling her against me. “That’s okay though, I can show you something that will make you really happy, you’ll forget all about that show.”
She sighs, laying her head against mine. “I doubt that, but I’m willing to let you try.”
I smile against her cheek and it all comes at me suddenly. She’s my best friend’s twin sister. I fucked her twice and I wasn’t all that nice about it. And she hates my best mate. So why am I getting all touchy feely? I should just send her on her way.
She grabs my face almost as if she can read my thoughts. At this point it wouldn’t surprise me if she could. “Just one more time, okay? Then we’ll pretend it never happened.”
I lean in to kiss her gently. “I don’t want you to pretend it never happened. I want you to remember it every day for the rest of your life.” I put my forehead to hers and sigh, “I know I will.”
Leda Daniels, one of the biggest names in entertainment reporting, sits before me with a fake-ass smile on her face. The five foot six blonde bombshell must think she hit the jackpot, what with Alexis and I sitting here. Alexis, who hasn’t been in the spotlight in years, and me, who just went through a breakup. If she only knew we slept together, she’d probably walk away in heaven.
This is the only thing I hate about working in this industry. The fucking reporters. Most of them will do anything for a story, and I mean anything. I can’t tell you how many people have lied about me; spread nasty rumors that simply could never be true. I mean, they will take a man, who has been in a relationship for years, and speculate if he’s gay or not. Before you know it, the entire world thinks you’re gay. I have no problem with people thinking I’m gay or with gay people, I’m just stating fact. It’s ridiculous to start that kind of rumor when you can personally tell it’s not true. In this day and age why would someone my age keep that kind of thing in the closet? I can understand with the older generation because they were raised in a different world than we were. You can legally get married here in the States, unlike Australia.
“Ryan, can you tell us what it’s like to work with Miss Michaels here?” Leda asks and I’m completely surprised she’s sticking with this line of questioning. I know it’ll only be a matter of time before she starts asking who the father of Talia is and how I feel about Cassie cheating on me.
I give her a smile and look over at Alexis. She might be fully clothed, what with her tight black t-shirt and jeans, but I still see those perky tits and flat tummy when I look at her. And I might have stared at her bum when we walked into this green room. “It’s been an absolute pleasure. She’s amazing at her job and her talent is out of this world.”
Leda’s smile is strained but she moves on to her next question anyway. She probably heard about how the two of us don’t get along, but having a good root will definitely take care of that problem. She could probably call me a damn dirty bastard and I’d still tell everyone what a good actress she is.
“We want to play a little game, it’s something we do from time to time,” Leda says, shifting around in her seat. “I’ll ask something and then you’ll tell me who is more likely to be caught doing the action.”
“Okay,” Alexis and I say at the same time.
“Good.” Leda shuffles her cards around until she has the one she wants.
“Who is more likely to play pranks around the set?”
Alexis and I look at each other and for some reason it’s really hard not to reach across and grab her hand. “Neither,” we say as one. I look back at Leda and say, “We both take our job pretty seriously and I can report that no pranks were pulled on set.”
“Who is more likely to eat the entire buffet?”
“Alexis,” I say and the same time Alexis says, “Me.”
Leda nods and changes cards. “Who is more likely to get caught texting while working?”