I licked the lip I had bitten and smiled down at him, “I’m sure.”
I lowered my feet to the floor and placed a hand on his chest for a brief moment before turning and walking back to the foot of the bed. I tugged at the strings of the bikini bottoms letting them fall to the floor before I bent over the edge of the bed and spread my legs.
I tossed my hair over my shoulder and smiled back at him.
He pushed away from the door and closed the space between us in two long, predatory strides. He moved like a lion about to pounce on his prey.
Before he reached me, he stopped short and dropped to his knees, planting one hand on either of my ass cheeks and dipping his head between my thighs.
As he worked his tongue into my slit, another orgasm began to build throughout my entire body. It was going to be a big one.
“Porter,” I panted, “you need to get inside me right fucking now. I can’t come again without feeling you. I don’t have enough left in me to keep going like this.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed against my sex before rising from his knees, “I live to serve.”
Porter positioned his hips behind me, spreading the fingers of one hand across my back. He used his other hand to guide himself to my entrance and we both quivered in anticipation and arousal as he slid it from the bottom of my slit to the top, gently slapping the head against my clit before slowly guiding it deeper into my folds.
My body tensed involuntarily, bracing for the penetration.
He was a porn star, for crying out loud. I had known all along he wouldn’t be gentle about it just because I hadn’t had sex since Jesus had walked the Earth.
“Holly,” his voice was low and comforting, “relax.”
He pressed his hips forward, but only enough to cause pressure against the tight muscles there. Both hands were now on my lower back, slowly tracing gentle circles over the tense muscles there and down over the mounds of my ass.
He hadn’t moved an inch, but maintained a constant pressure against me and slowly, achingly so, inched his way inside me. As his head slipped fully inside me, the stretching sensation eased and I felt myself relax even further. I could feel his hands trembling against my back from the exertion of his self-control.
He wanted to bury himself in me. I could feel the barely contained energy of his desire pulsing through him as if it were my own.
I used my arms to push myself back into him, gritting my teeth as he filled me until I thought I would burst. Then he filled me even more.
When my ass finally came flush with his hips, we both breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned all the way forward, pressing his stomach and chest against my back, and placed gentle kisses along the back of my neck. My pussy throbbed around him, adjusting to the intrusion.
“You feel so good, Holly,” he planted a kiss at the base of my neck. “You smell good. You taste good. You look,” he paused and growled as his cock pulsed inside of me, “you look like a goddess.”
He pulled out of me a couple of inches and slowly pressed back in to the hilt. He did this several times; all the while trailing kisses down my spine as he slowly made his way back to an upright position.
By the time he was vertical again, he had quickened his pace and I had loosened up enough to enjoy the sensation of having him inside of me. There was a wonderful sense of fullness that I had forgotten accompanied sex and it ushered the swell of the powerful release that was still building inside of me.
Porter’s powerful hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there, as he drove himself into me again and again. With each thrust, waves of passion rolled through me. My brain could no longer distinguish which one of us was vocalizing their pleasure. My vision went hazy as my body clamped down around him in preparation for yet another release.
I screamed his name as I came, long and hard, but he never faltered. He maintained the brutal pace of our lovemaking, prolonging my pleasure and keeping me at the peak until my throat hurt from my cries of ecstasy.
The roar that ripped out of him as he thrust into me one final time probably woke my neighbors, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. He collapsed on top of me and we rolled onto our sides with him slowly softening inside of me.
Sweaty and panting, we both lie there weak and exhausted until we drifted off to sleep.
The last thing I remember was Porter intertwining his fingers with mine and pulling me into his chest.
I knew I’d be safe there.
The soft glow of pre-dawn crept lazily into the room, tinting the whole world with its calming blue hues. My muscles ached and my arm was asleep, but I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her.
Holly Nash was asleep next to me and she looked absolutely stunning.
Her hair flowed over my arm and down her back, begging me to reach out and stroke it. Her scent clung to me like a dark, flowery perfume. If I closed my eyes and held my breath, I could still taste her on my tongue.
No woman had ever had that effect on me. Of all the women I had gone through in my life, Holly Nash was the only one who had ever lingered so completely.
Too many red flags, Hale. Get out before it’s too late.
I ignored the nagging voice of reason in my head and reached out to stroke her beautiful hair. It was so much softer than I had dreamed. I ran my hand down its entire length, reliving the experience of having it fisted in my fingers the night before.
The memory immediately stiffened me against her back, causing her to stir.
“Mmm,” she grumbled, “What time is it?”
“Early,” I replied, “You should go back to sleep.”
“Okay.”
Holly snuggled back into me, pressing herself even tighter against me and wiggling her hips, working my hard-on into her crack.
She flipped over suddenly, fully awake.
“Were you watching me sleep?”
I laughed and trailed my index finger down her perfect nose, “Yes.”
Her mouth opened and closed a couple times and she furrowed her brow for just a moment before smiling widely, “Okay.”
She worked her hand down between us and gave my cock a squeeze, “Was he watching me, too?”
I sighed, “He was. Sadly, since he only has one eye, his depth perception is a little off and I’m afraid he might’ve bumped into you. He says he’s sorry.”
She clicked her tongue disapprovingly, “Well, that’s not very polite of him.”
“He can be a bit of a bastard sometimes. I beat him for it fairly often. It doesn’t seem to do any good though.”
“Well,” she pressed her lips into a firm line, trying not to smile, “maybe we should try a different kind of punishment then. I hear asphyxiation is a terrible experience.”
I managed to maintain my straight face by biting down on the inside of my cheek, “He’s a kinky bastard. Knowing him, he’d probably like it.”
“We won’t know until we try, right?”
She gave my now-twitching anatomy another squeeze and smiled wickedly as she pushed me onto my back and knelt over me, gently rubbing her hot pussy along its length.
“Hold your breath, little buddy,” I stage whispered to my penis, making her laugh as she plunged herself down on top of me.
The pulsing of her laughter gripped me like a vice as she slowly lifted herself off of me and lowered herself back down again. The sensation, along with the experience of watching her use me for her pleasure, nearly sent me over the edge.
“Turn around and lean forward,” I instructed, “I want to watch while you fuck me.”
She followed my directions expertly, turning one hundred and eighty degrees without pulling me out of her, and continued to ride me.
I reached up and fisted my hand in her hair, gently pulling her back, and her cadence changed completely.
She was no longer worried about the soft and gentle enjoyment of our morning session; she rammed herself down into my hips, undoubtedly jamming the tip of my cock into her cervix as evidenced by
the quiet yelp.
She applied a little bit of caution with the next thrust but didn’t slow down at all. I almost regretted telling her to turn around as I imagined her tits bouncing beautifully with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I groaned as she came down on my shaft and swiveled her hips.
“Holly!” the bedroom door burst open and a tiny little redhead burst through it, “If you’re not dead I’m going to—holy mother of God!”
Holly was off me and wrapped up in the sheet before I could even register what was happening.
“Becks!” she screamed, “What the hell are you doing here?”
Becks’ eyes were glued to my hard-on as she stood there with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide in shock.
Holly rushed over to her and snapped her fingers in front of her face, breaking the spell my penis had cast on her.
“The last thing I heard from you was a picture of you holding some dude’s underwear! You didn’t respond to the forty-two million texts I’ve sent since then and you didn’t answer any of my calls. Or Mitch’s for that matter. We thought you were dead or something!”
“Clearly, I’m not dead, Becks! Thanks for checking on me, now could you please get the hell out of my house?”
Holly was blushing a brilliant shade of red that I could make out even in the dim light and it took everything I had not to laugh at her.
“Nice to meet you, Becks!” I called as she turned to leave, earning me a death glare from Holly.
“Nice to meet you, Ryder!” she tossed over her shoulder as Holly slammed the door behind her.
“She seems like a nice girl,” I smiled up at a very flustered Holly, “and she obviously has superb taste in porn.”
“Shut up, Porter!” Holly pulled a long tee shirt over her head, covering up all of my favorite parts, “My best friend just walked in on me riding a porn star like a pony. Now isn’t really a good time to talk about her watching you have sex while she touches herself. The thought of her doing that while replaying what she just saw creeps me out.”
She slipped a pair of boy shorts on under the tee shirt and tossed my boxer-briefs at me. I just left them lying where they landed on my chest and grinned at her with my arms folded behind my head. I was still rock-hard and I had hopes that she would realize it and finish what she had started.
No such luck. She opened the door and stormed out into the hallway, leaving me high and mostly dry.
“What the hell are you doing?” I heard her screech from somewhere down the hall. I couldn’t hear the response, but the next words out of her mouth fired up my curiosity.
“He doesn’t need fucking breakfast!”
I slid my underwear on, doing my best to conceal my giant boner, and slipped out of bed. I padded my way down the hallway as quietly as I could to try and get a sneak peek at what I was missing.
I had only made it a few steps outside the bedroom when the smell of sausage and eggs hit me.
As I rounded the corner into the kitchen, Holly spun and snapped at me, “Tell this stubborn bitch that you don’t need breakfast!”
My stomach growled loudly at that exact moment, announcing that I did actually need breakfast.
I glanced down at my bellybutton and back to her, “The boss has spoken. A man’s stomach is second in command only to his penis. If both are not satisfied, I am incapable of thinking for myself.” I smiled at Becks who was clearly trying not to laugh while she scrambled eggs in a frying pan, “Food me, woman!”
“You two are insufferable!” Holly clutched the mug of coffee she had procured and stomped out of the kitchen.
“Is she always like this in the mornings?” I asked as I took the empty mug Becks offered.
“I’ve seen worse,” she shrugged, “She’ll get over it. I just don’t recommend trying to talk to her until she’s had a cup of coffee or two. She might throw something at your head.”
“Noted,” I poured myself a cup of the steaming liquid, “Anything else I should be aware of that may cause serious bodily injury?”
Becks thought for a moment before answering, “Yeah, actually. Me. You hurt her, I will kill you.”
There wasn’t a doubt in my mind as to the seriousness of her threat. I nodded my agreement and she nodded back. We had a deal.
“Now go find some clothes. Your nakedness is dickstracting.”
“Dickstracting? Really?”
“Yes. Now go.”
Instead of following her instructions and finding my clothes, I chose to try my luck dickstracting Holly.
“I’m immune,” she announced before I even made it to the couch, “go put your pants on.”
“How do you know you’re immune?” I asked, “You didn’t even look up from your coffee mug!”
She met my eyes, gave me a cursory once-over from head to toe and back, then said with a shrug, “Yep. Still immune.”
“This isn’t over,” I grumbled as I made my way back to the bedroom.
When I rejoined them at the bar-style counter that Holly used as a dining table a few minutes later, a sudden hush fell over the room and they were both overly interested in their food.
“You two weren’t talking about me while I wasn’t here to defend myself, were you?”
“No,” Holly said, too quickly.
“Yes,” Becks answered at the same time.
“And the truth shall set you free,” I muttered as I sat down in front of my plate.
“I brought mimoooooosa’s!” The door slammed shut and a flamboyant man laden with grocery bags came around the corner a moment later.
“Becks! What the hell?” Holly asked accusingly.
“Oh! Holly, I didn’t know you had company!” he announced unconvincingly, “Who’s your friend?”
“Mitch you know damn good and well who my friend is. And we have work today. We’re not drinking four bottles of champagne this early in the morning.”
“Ryder,” Mitch nodded to me, “Did you get your underwear back?”
“I did.”
Word travels fast in this group.
“Damn,” he had the grace to look crestfallen, “Just my luck.”
Mitch turned his attention to his boss, “Holly, we work in Hollywood and your schedule is relatively clear for the day. Just call in drunk. We can reschedule anything semi-important and between the two of us, we should be able to field any emails from here.”
The cork came off the first bottle with a pop causing Becks to clap and bounce on her stool with excitement.
“Yaaaaaay! Day drinking with my two besties!” she flashed me a Cheshire grin, “And a porn star.”
“Not a porn star,” I corrected, clouding her face with confusion, “the porn star.”
Mitch cackled from the kitchen, Holly choked on the mouthful of eggs she had just shoveled in, and Becks took the comment in stride, “Sorry, the porn star. Do you want me to refer to you as ‘Your Majesty’ as well?”
I rolled my eyes upward and tapped a finger on my chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “I prefer ‘Your Holy Sexiness’ but I’ll leave it up to you.”
“Don’t encourage them, Porter.”
“Oh, honey,” Mitch crooned as he placed four champagne flutes at the end of the bar, “encourage us all you want. It makes it easier to look at your ass when we don’t have to think about talking to you.”
“Mitch!” Holly chastised with a glare, “You’re such a slut!”
“I know,” he countered with a shrug, “and you love me for it.”
“Do I?” Holly grumbled as she scooped up the last of her eggs.
“Of course you do,” Mitch said matter-of-factly, “Doesn’t she, Becks?”
“She sure does, Love Muffin. And so do I.” She raised her glass to him in a toast to Mitch’s inability to think about anything but sex.
“Are there always this many people in your house in the morning?” I whispered to Holly.
“No,” she glared accusingly at them, “only when Becks walks in on me ha
ving sex and texts Mitch to come over so he doesn’t miss out on my humiliation.”
“I see,” I stuffed the last sausage link on my plate into my mouth and gathered our dishes, “Let’s make it worth their time then.”
“Porter…”
I walked into the kitchen before she could protest and set the dishes in the sink. I then made my way back to the bedroom with her hot on my heels.
“Porter, what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” I replied innocently as I took my shirt off once again, “go back to your mimosa. Give me a minute.”
“I don’t like the look in your eyes. This isn’t going to end well, is it?”
“Holly,” I put my hands on her shoulders, “go drink your juice and call into work. If this goes the way I think it will, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started this morning without anymore interruptions.”
She huffed out a breath and crossed herself, “God help me.”
Once I was alone, I quickly stripped down and turned the shower on in the master bathroom, hoping the water was loud enough for them to hear down the hall. Mitch and Becks would undoubtedly work themselves into a frenzy over imagining me wet and naked.
I stepped under the hot spray and let it wash away the sweat of the day before. I was a little bit sad about washing the smell of Holly off me, but it was for the greater good. Besides, if I had my way, I’d be covered in it again very soon.
I stepped out of the shower onto the bathmat and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
“This is gonna be good.”
The thought of having Holly on top of me again had me hard as a rock once more and I pulled the hand towel from the stainless steel holder beside the sink. I dropped it onto my shaft, turning myself into a living towel rack and headed back for the living room.
Soaking wet from head to toe and wearing nothing but a towel barely big enough to cover my groin, I made my entrance, “Holly, could you give me a hand?”
All three heads turned at the sound of my voice and identical expressions covered their faces. Mitch even managed to drop his champagne flute, shattering it on the hardwood floor and spraying their feet with fizzy orange juice.
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