fangirl 01 - an unconventional meeting

by E V Darcy

  ‘Marc,’ she moaned and brought her other leg up around his waist as her hands ran through his hair, then down his back, trying to get him closer. She scrabbled at his t-shirt as he teased her with his tongue, mimicking what he’d done to her earlier that afternoon and promising what he would do to her later.

  She needed to feel him, needed his skin on hers, to feel him press against her as he parted her and pushed in.

  ‘Please, Marc,’ she breathed as his arms hindered the removal of his shirt. He pulled away from her breast and pressed a kiss to the abused bud before he helped her to remove his top. She groaned when she felt his bare skin against hers and kissed him hungrily.

  The feel of his naked chest against hers, his hard dick teasing her aching sex made her come alive beneath him. Her feet pushed against his lounge pants, wanting them down and off, wanting him free. She wanted him now.

  ‘Easy,’ he told her as he broke the kiss. ‘Go slow, we’ve got all night.’

  ‘I want to see you,’ she panted as her eyes trailed down his chest. ‘You teased me last night with those damn jeans and now…’

  He smirked and sat up on his knees looking down at her. She wondered what picture she must make, with one breast hanging out of her sheer bra, hair wild about her head, and her shorts riding up—she couldn’t wait until he saw what she wore underneath—she must look—

  ‘Beautiful,’ he muttered as he hooked his thumbs in his trousers and pulled them down. He wore black boxer briefs underneath and she could see his erection straining within them.

  She sat up on her elbows and licked her lips, she wanted to see it, touch it. Her heart beat faster at the thought of taking him out and…

  She reached out with one hand and traced the outline of his erection along his shorts. He groaned and almost doubled over as he thrust into her touch. She grew bolder at his reaction, fitting her hand over his length and pushing against him to allow him to move against her. He had his eyes squeezed closed, breathing through his nose, biting down hard as he rocked against her palm. She sat up properly and, with her other hand, pulled the elastic of the shorts down to finally see him.

  Her stomach squirmed with a little excitement, but also a little fear. This was something she’d never actually done, never felt the need or the desire, no matter how much a guy had begged. But she did now. She didn’t just want to, she felt she needed to.

  She stopped her ministrations, using both hands to pull the shorts down to his thighs. She swallowed as his dick bobbed in front of her, red and daring. He was circumcised, which was no surprise; she knew most North American men were, and, in fact, she found it rather attractive.

  She licked her lips and wondered how he’d taste; would it be as bad as her girlfriends made out?

  ‘Ellie?’ Her name was a question on his lips and she glanced up through her lashes. She didn’t answer, but she didn’t break his gaze either as she lowered her head to his length and planted a kiss on the tip. He sucked in a startled breath as she ran her tongue under the head before she opened her mouth and slid her lips over it, taking him in.

  ‘Fucking fuck!’ he exclaimed as she sucked on it, hollowing out her cheeks. She hadn’t taken much, just the part that was cut, but to him it felt amazing. It was so teasing, filled with such a promise of another wet heat he’d soon be engulfed in.

  She swirled her tongue over the head and took in the slightly salty taste that tickled it. It wasn’t the most pleasant but certainly wasn’t as disgusting as some of her friends made out. She wrapped her hand around the rest of his length and began to stroke him in time with the little bob of her head as she sucked. She kept her eyes trained on his reactions, watching him closely as he knelt above her, back ramrod straight and fists clenched at his side.

  She frowned. Had she done something wrong? Had she hurt him?

  She took her mouth off him with a pop and looked up apologetically. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said quickly, dropping her hand.

  ‘Fuck, Ellie,’ he breathed as he bent to capture her mouth in a messy kiss; he sucked at her lips as if desperate to taste himself on them. When he finally broke the kiss he asked, ‘That was great, what are you apologising for?’

  ‘It’s something I’ve never been inclined to do before,’ she confessed as she traced his bare shoulders with her hands. ‘I thought I was hurting you; you looked tense.’

  ‘It was intense,’ he corrected. ‘I had to stop myself from shoving my cock down your throat.’

  ‘Oh.’ Yes, she was rather glad he hadn’t done that. She let out a giggle and Marc smiled, nipped at her lips and then ran his hand down her side again.

  ‘Now, it’s someone else’s turn to lose their pants.’ His fingers traced the elastic at her waist before they slipped under to take them off. She lay back down on the bed and lifted her hips to help him ease the shorts down. She had to stop herself asking what he thought as he peeled them down to find she wore nothing underneath.

  He merely groaned and looked up from where he was kneeling between her legs.

  ‘No panties.’

  ‘No panties,’ she confirmed. She felt her cheeks flood with heat at the thought of how brazen she had been. What if the others had noticed?

  ‘All night?’ he asked incredulously. She nodded. ‘So when I was sitting out there, you had nothing on? If I had just—’

  ‘If your fingers had gone just a little higher,’ she grinned. ‘You’d have found out earlier.’

  ‘And I’d have made everyone leave, there and then!’ He leant down and kissed her quickly as he discarded his own trousers and the boxers that were still around his thighs. ‘In the bathroom,’ he groaned. ‘I could have…’

  ‘Yes,’ she breathed. ‘But you went for the girls.’ She waved her hands over her still partially-covered chest.

  ‘They’re very friendly,’ he said with a grin as he climbed back up her body, dropping kisses to her skin as he rose higher. She shivered beneath him as she felt his naked flesh press against hers.

  He nudged her legs apart and settled between them again. His hard length nestled against her, enticing her to open her legs wider and let him take what he wanted. She moved her hips experimentally as he pulled at the other cup of her bra and exposed her nipple to the heat of his mouth.

  She arched her back as his tongue swirled and teased her into moaning his name. She was already wet and aching for him, had been wet all night since the bathroom, and his hand on her thigh hadn’t helped the matter. If she just shifted…

  She lifted her legs to hitch around his waist and he moved with her; he slid a hand under her rear, lifting her to meet him as he met each little grind she made with her hips.

  Fuck, she could feel him, right there, right at her entrance. He was teasing her, taunting as he refused to thrust deeper, to take what she wanted to give. She whined and felt him grind against her skin as he nipped at her exposed breast, leaving a small red mark.

  ‘Marc,’ she breathed. She fisted her hands in his hair and brought his head to hers, claiming his lips with her own. ‘Fuck me,’ she demanded. His only answer was a moan and he dipped his hips a little more, his dick just easing past the edge of her entrance as his hands grabbed her hips to stop her from impaling herself on him in one go.

  She threw her head back at the sensation, so close to being full, yet still so empty. She wanted to feel him in her, wanted him to both open her up slowly, inch by inch, and at the same time wanting him to push, to just take what he wanted.

  No glove, no love. Marie’s words popped into her mind; she whined. She didn’t want to stop him, she didn’t want to press pause on this—they were too close and it felt too good. But she had not long finished her period and was probably at a high risk of pregnancy.

  Bollocks.

  ‘Marc,’ she gasped as he pulled back and then began to push in again. ‘Marc, stop,’ she begged. She felt him freeze above her. His eyes were screwed tightly shut as if he was desperately trying to keep control of himself.

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bsp; ‘Stop?’

  ‘Condom.’

  ‘Fuck!’ he exclaimed before he pulled himself out and rolled over onto the mattress. ‘Fuck.’ His breathing was laboured as he tried to regain self-control.

  ‘Where are they?’ she asked as she raised herself on her elbows to take in the room.

  ‘I don’t have any,’ he groaned and threw his arm over his eyes.

  No. Oh, fuck no. He had to have some.

  ‘Seriously?’

  ‘I wasn’t coming here to get laid,’ he snapped. ‘Five years, remember.’

  ‘Bollocks,’ she breathed as she fell back on the bed and tried to get her own breathing under control.

  ‘Are you sure we couldn’t just— I mean how likely is it—’

  ‘Do you think I’m some naïve sixteen-year-old?’ she asked in disbelief as she rolled onto her side to look at him. ‘You can’t get pregnant if we only do it once? Or, it’ll never happen on our first time? How about, you’ll pull out before you come, you promise.’

  ‘Sorry,’ he muttered as he sheepishly peeked from beneath his arm.

  ‘Anyway, it’s highly likely. I’m regular as clockwork and not on the pill.’

  ‘Son of a bitch,’ he sighed, moving his other arm to allow her to shift to his side. She went willingly and curled up next to him. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, this time earnestly. ‘Just give me a few minutes to get back under control and I’ll make it up to you.’

  ‘Oh?’ she said, her interest piqued.

  ‘Oh yeah,’ he said as his own breathing calmed down. ‘Just because we can’t go all the way, doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.’

  Ellie hummed her agreement and looked back at his flagging erection.

  Well, that just wouldn’t do…

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Sunday

  He was getting condoms today.

  Frank, Jen, Sonya, fucking Casey, he didn’t care; someone was getting him a condom—a fucking twelve pack preferably—today, because this… this was torture. He ground against Ellie’s slippery, wet backside as his fingers on one hand thrust inside her, the other hand turning her face to him so he could kiss her.

  She gasped his name against his lips as she ground down onto his hand. He grinned against her mouth as he twisted his fingers, searching for her sweet spot.

  He admired the marks he had left all over her breasts last night. They stood dark against her skin that had turned pale now the hot water was on him and not her. She wasn’t allowed under the spray again until she screamed his name.

  Not that he was giving her time to think about the cold.

  She leant forward, taking him by surprise, and planted her hands on the wall as she shoved her arse back against him. If she wasn’t careful, he was going to end up inside her.

  ‘Marc,’ she panted as she lifted herself up on her toes. ‘Put it between… Oh fuck, Marc!’ She threw her head back as he hit the spot he’d been aiming for. She cried out and clenched around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm, humping her hips between his hand and his groin as she became almost boneless in his grasp.

  Marc watched as she came down from her high. She was utterly breath-taking in her beauty when she just let go and enjoyed herself under his hands. He couldn’t believe her ex-husband had dared to think, to even consider for a moment, that she could be passionless. She was full of fire; a frenzied heat kept locked away until someone opened the door and then… Then it was like an inferno.

  She rolled her hips against him and ground down one last time on his hand before she whimpered and he knew she’d had enough. They’d explored each other enough last night for him to know the signs of her pleasure bordering on painful.

  ‘Now, what were you saying?’ he said softly, as he bent over her back.

  ‘Between my legs,’ she murmured and parted her legs slightly. He slipped his cock between her thighs and she closed her legs again.

  ‘Oh, I see.’ He began to thrust between her closed legs and relished the warm heat surrounding his length. Her legs were slippery and he knew it wasn’t just with water. Fuck, knowing she’d just come a moment before made him change his angle slightly so that he could feel the lips of her pussy against his shaft.

  ‘Marc,’ she gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed over her clit. ‘Too sensitive,’ she breathed and moved a hand between her legs to move him away from her. He groaned at the loss of her own moisture and gripped her hips tightly to rock against her harder.

  He was like a teenager; desperate to get off, to feel that rush of endorphins after his orgasm, to ensure he enjoyed it now while he could because God only knew when he might get the chance again.

  Tonight. Fucking tonight. He would get the chance tonight, except he wouldn’t be leaving his mark on her thighs this time.

  Well, actually, he might leave a couple.

  ‘Yes, tonight,’ she told him encouragingly as she rocked back against him. ‘You can mark me wherever you want.’

  Shit, he hadn’t realised he’d said that out loud, but the image of her begging him to bite at her thighs pushed him over the edge and he surged against her with a cry of bliss.

  ‘Fucking hell,’ he moaned, leaning on her as he tried to catch his breath. ‘I don’t think I’ve had this much action since I discovered what my cock could do.’

  She laughed beneath him, her body jiggling and caused another wonderful sensation to catch him off guard. ‘Ellie,’ he groaned.

  ‘Come on, we need to clean up,’ she said as she pushed him up and off her back. ‘Before Tyler gets up and the others get here.’

  ‘No,’ he whined as he stood and pulled her back into his arms. ‘Frank can take Tyler and the rest of them can just fuck off. I’m staying here with you all day. We’re not leaving the bed.’

  She laughed and pressed a kiss to his chest as she disentangled herself again and reached for his body wash. ‘Come on, you have contractual obligations to fulfil.’

  ‘I’ll fulfil you,’ he muttered as he swiped the bottle from her. He squeezed it into his own palm and then reached out so he could wash her.

  ‘Oh no,’ she grinned, dancing out of his way to the other side of the shower. ‘That’s what started us off. This time, we’re getting clean.’

  He looked peeved but washed himself even if he did it begrudgingly.

  Just as they’d finished getting ready—and back into the clothes they were wearing the previous night—Ellie’s phone chimed with a notification from her friends. They were in the lift on their way down. The timing couldn’t have been better, as at that moment Marc had heard Tyler rummaging about his bedroom.

  ‘Papa!’ his son called out as Marc opened the bedroom door. Tyler was standing in the middle of the floor with a pout fixed to his face as he rubbed his eyes. ‘Can’t find Mr. Wheresbears.’

  I think he’s still sleeping in the main room, Marc told his son. Should we go look? Tyler nodded and held his hand out for his father.

  They padded down to the living room where everyone from the night before had reclaimed their places and were pretending to sleep—badly. Marc smiled, watching his son’s eyes light up when Tyler saw all the adults supposedly snoring away. Luc was snuggled up on his part of the couch with the teddy bear they were looking for.

  The kid would never be stealthy, Marc decided, watching Tyler trying to sneak towards his uncle. He stumbled over Marie’s floor pillow and managed to hit Ellie in the face as he passed her end of the couch. Marc had to bite his lip to stop himself laughing as she winced and rolled over with a groan, which he suspected wasn’t fake.

  As Tyler reached out to pry his teddy from Luc’s hands, the star’s eyes shot open and his hands grabbed the boy’s; Tyler screamed and stumbled backwards. The rest of the adults burst out laughing, having watched his clumsy navigation of the room.

  ‘Okay, breakfast time,’ Marc declared as he scooped up his scowling child. He waited until he’d seated Tyler at the table before asking his boy whether he wanted cereal.
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br />   ‘That Lady needs Sharms, please, Papa,’ Tyler told his father. Ellie knelt up on the couch, staring at the pair.

  What are these Lucky Charms? she asked.

  Groans from everyone came instantaneously and Marc didn’t hesitate to add his own.

  ‘Don’t do it,’ Luc advised as he sat up and reached for the phone on the table. ‘I’m calling room service.’

  ‘Can’t believe that crap’s still going,’ Frank said as he levered himself out of his armchair.

  ‘Ask for the works, Luc,’ Marc told him.

  ‘Damn right I am—order it every morning.’ When Jen raised her brow at him, he shrugged. ‘What, it’s not like I’m paying for it. Perk of the role, darlin’.’

  Jen scowled at the endearment. ‘Don’t make me kick your ass,’ she reprimanded before she headed to the bathroom. ‘I don’t need fans coming after my blood for roughing up one of their favourites.’

  ‘No, Papa, we need two bowls. One for me and one for That Lady.’

  ‘You really need to teach him how to say Ellie,’ Marie said, with a yawn.

  ‘Just pour me a bowl,’ Ellie said. Marc shook his head but did as she asked.

  ‘Just remember,’ he whispered. ‘We warned you.’

  He watched as she took a tentative bite of the marshmallow-laden cereal, ready to laugh when she spat it out; he almost dropped the packet when she mmm’d at the taste.

  This is yummy! she signed to Tyler. I wonder if you can get it in England?

  Tyler grinned as if all his Christmases had come at once. See, told you, he bragged before he dived into his own bowl. Ellie ate with as much gusto as the boy.

  ‘You’re disgusting,’ Marc told her as he put the packet on the table. ‘I just lost all respect for you.’

  ‘What?’ she asked through another mouthful. ‘Can’t help it if you’ve got poor taste. Wanna try them, Marie?’