by Kaylee, Katy
Indecision wavered my thumbs as they circled the keyboard, and I clenched and released my jaw absently.
Ryan: Are you admitting I’m right about the chick flick thing?
The absolute last thing I wanted was Gwen finding out that I was in love with her, and my heart hammered against my chest. Holding my breath, I pushed myself off the sofa to head for the kitchen, and I pulled open the refrigerator door to grab a water bottle. My apartment was nice, with hardwood and tiles and a nice paint job, but all of it was a blur as I stared expectantly at my phone.
Gwen: No. What if I bribed you with cake? I won an award for my cake, you know.
“Fuck-“ Sucking in a sharp breath, prickles raced down my spine, and my cock twitched in my jeans. Typing a swift reply, I glanced over my shoulder, but Thomas was engrossed in his own phone. Setting my device on the marble counter, I twisted the cap off my water bottle with a sharp jerk, and my lips twitched up.
It wasn’t going to be fun sneaking around Thomas’ back because he was just dumb and blind, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it. Setting my bottle down, I snatched my phone to lean on the counter and debate my next move. I’d already showed Gwen that I was serious- seriously wanted to fuck her, that is- and, now, it was time to play coy.
Boy, being an actor really was a good choice.
Gwen: what if I let you eat it off me?
My brows rose at the taunt, and I tapped the back of my cell with my middle finger absently.
Ryan: Don’t make it chocolate...
Gwen: It’s strawberry shortcake. See you tonight.
Rubbing my jaw as thrill swept through me, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I slipped my phone into my pocket. My cock ached, and I had a woman to impress! Win-Win. Shuffling to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and stripped out of my clothes. Impatience tightened my gut, and I didn’t bother waiting for the water to heat up before stepped into the glass box.
Palming my cock, I closed my eyes and pictured Gwen, naked and splayed before me. Her imperfect, juicy body jiggling with each jab of my tongue, and her moans rolling down my back. The ghostly sensation of her heels digging into my shoulder blades made me arch as I thrust into my hand, and I ground my teeth hard.
That thing earlier with the food- oh-h-h fuck, that was so sexy. Gwen got wet watching me eat something she made, and it wasn’t nearly as weird as I thought it would be. Who knew? Not me…
But I sure as fuck am going to find out how far it goes.
Gwen
Nerves knotted my gut as I reached for the doorknob, and I hesitated for a long moment with my eyes trained on the door under tightly furrowed brows. A flurry of questions brought chaos to my mind, but one was louder and more aggressive than the rest.
Was this a good idea?
Thomas’ best friend- there wasn’t a huge age gap, but everything else seemed like an inhospitable expanse that I couldn’t cross. Ryan was hot, a tv star- a tall, broad, muscular, full-on man, now- and there was every possibility that he just pitied me. Pursing my lips thinly, I inhaled a shallow breath through my nose.
The only thing I had going for me was being easy- easy enough to grind on Ryan like a bitch in heat. He came on so strong, and I couldn’t resist when he was so eager.
Then again, when was the last time Craig wanted to be with me- when I didn’t have to beg him to spend time with me…? Even then, he clearly didn’t enjoy it. And Craig would rather have sex with his boss’ daughter, but he still expected me to blow him whenever he wanted.
Cracking open the front door at that bitter thought, I shook my head wildly and forced all thoughts of my ex-husband away. Ryan did a weird, shuffling-slash-hopping thing, and the frigid cold of the outside slammed into me. Goosebumps washed my skin, and I stepped aside to let him inside. Locking the cold out and him in, I held my breath as my fingertips tingled with nervousness and excitement.
“It’s so bad out- you should put your car in the garage, or it might not start up in the morning.” Sliding off his jacket, Ryan cast me a sidelong glance to scan my body slowly, intently, and I blushed furiously. “You want me to do it? You can’t go outside like that- you’ll turn into a popsicle.”
“My garage is full of stuff that I haven’t put away, yet.” His brows rose at my confession, and my face flamed as he hung his jacket on a hood behind the door. “It’s- it’s mostly business stuff and stuff.”
“So, that’s how you managed to move in in a single day… you just put everything in the garage.” Ducking my head in a nod, I giggled faintly, and surprise rocketed through me when Ryan stepped up to me to grab my thighs in a quick, swift movement. Tensing as he hauled me off the floor, my squeak threatened to rupture his ear drum, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him for purchase. Squeezing and kneading my ass, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses up my neck as he pinned me to the wall where his jacket hung. “I’m gunna warn you now, Gwen- I jerked off before heading here, so there’s no way this’ll be a one and done thing.”
Gasping with a shiver as Ryan’s hard muscles flexed against me, a breathless moan escaped me when he ground his crotch against mine. Tilting my head, I rolled my hips and fisted his shirt, and he flicked my pulse point with the tip of his tongue. Straight teeth scraped against my chin, and I hoovered up a breath to hold before my lips found his.
Sparks skittered across my face and down my neck, and I ground shamelessly against Ryan as need bubbled up like tar inside me. Caressing his broad shoulders, my fingers trembled with need, and he gyrated against me with enough friction to start a fire. My core clenched when callused fingers slipped under my camisole, and he hesitated until I opened my mouth in invitation.
Because- fuck it. There was no reason not to take advantage of the fact this stupid hot guy thought I was attractive.
“Where’s the cake?” Yanking me off the wall to hoist me high, Ryan buoyed my ass with his powerful forearm, and I groaned gutturally. Excitement boiled my blood, and I flung my arm towards the kitchen as his tongue snuck past my teeth. My taste buds tingled wildly, and saliva pooled in my mouth as our tongues tangled together. His gait only made me hotter, and I reached blindly to shove my hands under his crew-neck to grope his taut muscles greedily.
Setting me down on the small kitchen table, Ryan yanked his shirt over his head before pulling down my pajama pants and panties, and eagerness flooded my veins. There was no room for even a single hint of self-consciousness under the weight of his fierce gaze, and he gasped faintly as he tossed my clothes to the floor carelessly. Groaning softly when he kissed my thigh, I lifted my head to catch his eye and witness his unbridled need for me first hand.
“Take your shirt off, Gwen.” Arching sharply when Ryan bit my bare mound ever so gently, I shivered and clenched above curling toes. Hastily wiggling out of my shirt as demanded, a moan escaped me when he palmed my thighs to spread them as far apart as possible. Even then, he was careful of my lack of flexibility; it wasn’t like I could do a split, after all, and that was probably more erotic than the way he licked his lips as he stared.
“I hope you trust this table.” Dragging two fingers between my sopping folds, Ryan’s gaze flickered up as pleasure shot up to coil behind my eyes. His murmur sent shocks down my thighs, and I clenched my core as he reached up to stick two more fingers in my mouth.
The taste of him mingled with strawberry frosting was enough to tip me over the edge, and I gagged when Ryan jammed his digits down my throat. Hot, knowing fingers reached knuckle-deep into my channel, and spasms raced down my spine as I clamped down on him. Pleasure diffused my every muscle, and he slathered icing along my tongue and inner cheeks as my own saliva threatened to choke me.
Gasping harshly when he retreated from both holes, I quivered violently before the sound of Ryan’s jeans hitting the floor rang in my ears. Forcing my eyes open, I somehow managed to sit up straight, and my palms tingled wildly as they wrapped around his fat, glorious cock. Grabbing my face, he thrust into my hands as his l
ips smashed onto mine, and the passion in his kiss blew all my thoughts to dust.
“F- fuck me hard- hard- Ryan, fuck me so good- p- please-” My plea made Ryan’s rock-hard cock twitch in my grip, and I squeezed and pumped just to marvel at it.
Craig never got this hard for me, and my excitement reached its peak.
Tearing his lips from mine, Ryan tangled one hand in my hair as the other gripped my thigh hard, and I locked my ankles behind my back. Bracing myself on weak arms, I groaned as the head of his cock seared my folds. With one, mighty thrust, he entered me, and my eyes rolled back as bolts of pleasure struck my chest like lightning. Intense, uncontrollable tremors rippled down my spine and legs, and I clenched my jaw as he pulled back to thrust with a grunt.
Stretching my walls, Ryan’s cock speared my insides with each, powerful, thrust, and my euphoria jacked up with every impact of his hips against mine. Moan after moan tore from my throat, and he yanked his hand from my hair to smear cake on my chest. It didn’t even matter to me if he’d just grabbed a handful of the stuff and desecrated what I’d made, and his hot lips suckled and licked up the sweet desert.
Undulating around his length, I groaned as my orgasm finally faltered enough for me to breathe, and Ryan captured my mouth to force his tongue past my teeth. The piece of cake he offered me tinged with his taste, and he gripped both my hips with bruising force.
“Fuck- fuck me- fuck me-e-a-ah-h-h!” Tiny tears leaked from my eyes as I sobbed from the pleasure of it all- the eroticism and force of Ryan’s thrusts were overwhelming when he redoubled his efforts. His harsh pants rolled down my chest, and the hard slap of skin against skin drummed in my ears beyond the blood pounding. My shriek bounced off the walls and ceiling as I threw my head back, and he ducked his head to suck and nibble my nipple almost painfully hard.
My elbows gave out, and the table rattled threateningly as Ryan slowed, his hips grinding against my own to ride out the residual waves of rapture. Wheezing shallowly, I forced my eyes open, and he draped himself over me to kiss my cheek.
“We still have most of a cake left… I think, next, I’m gunna eat some of it off your pussy- is that safe, do you know?” Shuddering violently at his mumble, I gasped as Ryan reached between us to flick my throbbing clit. “Who cares, right? We’ll just take a shower… and I’ll fuck you again- and again- and then some more. How does that sound, huh? I hope you took your birth control three days ago.”
“I- I have th- the impl-lant…” Sputtering stupidly, I heaved as big a breath as I could, but it ended in a moan when Ryan straightened to jerk my ass off the edge of the table and thrust deeper. That reminds me. I need to make an appointment to get a new one. The thought came and went as quickly as it took me to blink, and my gaze roamed in search of his face to find him sucking on his fingers.
God- he’s so sexy when he does that.
“This is a really good cake, Gwen. Seriously.” Reaching to pick up a crumbling piece and crane it into his mouth, he groaned softly, and pride ripped through me with an intensity that brought tears to my eyes. His cock throbbed inside me, and he repeated the action before exiting me to drop to his knees. This time, he didn’t chew, and I propped myself on my elbows as he spread my thighs wide with a hungry glint in his eyes.
Gwen
“What are you doing, Gwen? Come cuddle with me-“ Tearing my eyes off my laptop screen, I couldn’t help the guilty smile that stretched my lips. Ryan puffed out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest, and I reached to rub my eyes before he spoke up again. “Really, though- what are you doing that’s so important that you had to go and ruin my ego in one blow?”
“I’m trying to figure out my money… it’s not something I can put off.” Arching a brow quizzically, Ryan only sauntered into my office when I nodded, and he hummed softly. Turning my gaze back to my laptop, I propped my elbow on the desk to hold my chin in my palm. “I bought this house in full with what I made selling my restaurant, and I have a good amount left over. It was all in all a $2million deal, and this place was $565grand, but I’m not sure I’ll have enough to do what I want to do. The longer I put it off, the less I have, you know?”
“How much do you have left versus your estimate, if you don’t mind my asking?” Scanning my spreadsheet, I navigated the mouse to a browser window to open it, and Ryan leaned down over my shoulder. Everything about my finances was okay, but I’d already went through starting up a restaurant business. I knew from experience that just okay wasn’t good enough, and I pursed my lips together as I pointed at the screen.
“My divorce settlement was what I used for the house, but right now, with everything I’ve done- moving and getting a new car and furniture and all that- I’m sitting at $1.2million, but I don’t think that’ll be enough to start something from scratch. I have to get a building- renovate it- do repairs if needed… plus all the stuff that comes after. Equipment, employees, contractors, marketing and advertising…”
“What are you thinking of doing?” Leaning back in my wheeled chair, I heaved a sigh as a headache built behind my eyeballs. “It’s just a restaurant, right? There are plenty of vacant ones downtown.”
“I need one big enough, though, and I haven’t even gotten to looking, yet. It’s not just a restaurant- I want a bakery, too. Like I had in San Francisco. It was a huge place with the restaurant on this wall-“ Holding up my hands, I wiggled my fingers as I drew my opposite palm far away. “And the bakery on this wall, and all the tables and stuff in between.”
“Oh- that sounds really cool, actually.” Smiling as Ryan straightened, heat crept up my neck when he ruffled my crown gingerly. “So, what’s your plan? When did you want to start looking for a place?”
“This week, I was hoping to look around. I mean, like I said- I’ve done this before, so it’s not like I have no idea what I’m looking for. I just don’t know if I’ll have the money if the realtor doesn’t want to haggle, or if the building needs extensive renovation. I want to be open by May. I worked for years to finalize my divorce, so I think my plan is pretty well-rounded. It’s not like Craig is bothered with me anymore.” Ryan’s palm stiffened against my scalp, and I tensed when I realized what I had blurted out. My gaze flew up, widening at the darkening clouds that gathered in his eyes under deeply creased brows. “Uh- ah, not- not that it’s… um… so…”
“… So…” Echoing me gruffly, Ryan cleared his throat roughly, and I rolled my lips between my teeth until he spoke up again. “If you need a little extra money, I can help you out, Gwen. It’s not like I’m reckless with what I make, and it’d be a good investment.”
“R- really? You’d help me?” Sputtering in surprise, my eyes widened when Ryan nodded firmly, and the dark shadows fled from his gaze. Crouching down to get to my level, he caressed my cheek and neck, slipping his fingers through my hair, and my heart flipped. Holding my breath as he drew a thoughtful expression, I silently wondered if Craig had drove me insane, and I’d escaped into a fantasy- that this wasn’t really real.
“On one condition.” Twisting to face him fully, I nodded before Ryan cracked a small smile. “Come back to bed. It’s 4am, Gwen, and baby, it’s cold outside…”
A shocked giggle burst from my throat, and Ryan’s smile widened as he straightened to hold out his hand for me. Affection sloshed in my chest on the way out of my office, and I flicked off the light before following him down the hallway. My bedroom sat at the end of the hall, and Ryan shut the door behind us to wrap his arms around me tightly.
“I didn’t know you could sing…” Shuffling in sync to my messed bed, I smiled into the darkness when Ryan kissed my neck. His front was warm against my back, and he carefully rolled my shirt up and over my head. Dry palms grazed my nipples as he reached for my pajama pants, but his touch was strangely comforting- absent of any sexual expectation.
“I can’t, really. I just like to. Especially when it makes you laugh- you have a beautiful laugh.” My face burned in the darkness before I climbed into
bed, and Ryan followed swiftly to drop down next to me. His hands guided my leg over his sharp abdominals and my arm over his pectoral muscles, and I sighed softly as I wiggled as close as I could. “Let’s watch a movie. Where’d the controller go?”
“Can we watch something you’re in?” Fumbling around blindly for the controller, Ryan only grunted at my question. “Does it make you uncomfortable to watch yourself on tv?”
“Nah- It’s impossible for me to make a fool of myself. Out of every high-schooler in the country, I got picked up by that guy. I’m pretty sure I haven’t failed him, yet, too.” Humming softly, I nuzzled the coarse hairs on Ryan’s chest as he held out the remote and turned on the tv. “I’ve been a supporting character in a few action movies- I even did a stint in RIPcuts. Do you like horror movies?”
“Isn’t that a SAW ripoff?” Ryan nodded, unabashed, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his abundant confidence in his acting. “I like horror movies, yeah.”
“Awesome- I love horror movies. Let’s watch it. Which, if you want to know- RIPcuts did really well for a B-rate horror. Let me tell you- I’ve never been so glad to get ticket sale commissions. I’m so used to getting paid for the entire project in one go, but I made double doing it that way. That’s a huge difference between movies and tv, but I’m glad I get to learn how to do both. A lot of actors have failed miserably in the transition- like that chick from Grey’s Anatomy… I forget her name.” Ryan’s voice filled with passion, and I hung on his every word as he shook his head slightly. “Anyway- I’m waiting for the production guy to call my agent. We’re supposed to start filming at some point between now and March. I was honestly shocked when I got the call to be a guest on Selfless and Reckless, and then- I was so popular that they wanted me to be a regular. Like- wha-a-a-t the fuck kind of lucky break is that…?”
“You really love acting…” Ryan moseyed around the movies section on on-demand, and he tightened his arm around my back as he caressed my bare waist just above my panties. My flab squished against his side, but, maybe for the first time, I wasn’t trying to suck it in. “What other movies have you been in?”
