Unscripted

by Christy Pastore

  I wondered if Ronan felt as bad as I did. I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I stood there brushing my teeth, I heard the door open and some mumbling of voices. Crossing the bedroom to the living room, I saw Ronan opening a large manila envelope.

  “Hey babe, do you have any ibuprofen anywhere?” I asked softly.

  “Oh, my beauty, you’ve got a bad dose of it. You should just drink more whiskey, or I’d be happy to fuck the hangover out of your system,” he grinned.

  His mood was overly chipper. Obviously he was not feeling as bad as I was. Jerk.

  “Uhmm, no, I shouldn’t and that sounds tempting, but I don’t want to vomit on you.” I sighed as I collapsed onto the couch.

  He laughed that sexy gritty chuckle that I found irresistible. “Here you go. Drink this and take this.” He handed me a cup of warm tea and a pill.

  The beverage soothed my throat that felt a little raw from the burn of the whiskey. “What is this?”

  “It’s a B12 vitamin. It will help you get over the hangover quickly. I know some crazy Irish drinkers. They tell you to have two raw eggs for breakfast, two for lunch or a full Irish breakfast to cure what ails you. People claim eating eggs neutralizes the alcohol in your system.”

  I made a sour face. “Ronan, please stop talking about eggs and alcohol, or I really will vomit. The tea is just fine.” I took another sip. “What are you reading?”

  “The magazine sent over a preview of my interview. I’m checking the facts, my quotes, basically making sure everything is on the up and up for printing. You can read it too if you’d like.”

  “Okay that sounds like fun. I’d love to read it.”

  He smiled at me affectionately. I studied his lips and the curve of his jaw. God, I think I just might love this man. I watched him quietly as he perused the article. He sat there, intently reading, making a few changes on yellow sticky notes and placing them on the pages.

  “Here you go. Most everything looks good. The article is quite nice.” He handed me the papers, kissed me on the forehead and said he was going to take a shower.

  Feeling less lightheaded, I began reading as I sipped some more of my tea. The introduction was well written, praising Ronan for his work in These Streets of Dublin and touching on his philanthropic work. Of course the main focus of the article was about Ronan playing the dashing Cameron Carlisle. I continued to scan the pages, finding two questions that immediately captured my attention.

  Q: DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND OR ARE YOU DATING ANYONE?

  HIS ANSWER: I HAVE MET SOMEONE VERY SPECIAL. SO, YES YOU COULD SAY THAT I AM DATING SOMEONE.

  Q: IS SHE IN THE BUSINESS?

  HIS ANSWER: IF YOU’RE REFERRING TO SHOWBIZ, NO. SHE’S IN THE FASHION BUSINESS.

  Ronan had done this interview before he’d met me. How could these be his answers? I hoped he was talking about me. Seeing him admit that he was off the market brought a smile to my face, and warmth seeped through my entire body. Closing my eyes, I pressed the stack of papers to my chest while images of the last few days crept through my mind. My feelings for Ronan were intense, like nothing I had ever experienced. Everything about him made me crave him— his touch, his kiss and just the way he made me feel. The sound of the shower turning off released me from my daydream bordering between bliss and lust.

  Ronan returned smelling oh so deliciously clean, his natural scent working a number on my senses. I think he wanted to grow his facial hair back. He didn’t shave. Clean shaven or a little scruffy, I’d take him either way. Sitting beside me on the couch, he kicked his legs up onto the coffee table and crossed his ankles. I noticed the grey lounge pants hugging his strong thighs. The navy blue t-shirt made his eyes appear a deeper shade of green. Ronan must have a plethora of those pima cotton t-shirts. I loved when he wore his comfy clothes just as much as those expertly tailored suits. God, why does he always look so fucking handsome? He could be covered in mud, and I wouldn’t mind being all over his body. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his damp locks.

  “Did you like the article, my beauty?”

  “Yes, especially the part about how you’ve met someone special.”

  “I see.” He leaned in, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Muttering against my cheek, he said, “I have met someone incredibly special.”

  “So how did this happen? You met me the day of the photo shoot, which, by the way, I cannot wait to see those pictures.”

  Ronan leaned back, throwing his arm above his forehead. I noticed his sleeve fall slightly, revealing more of his toned arm. “Yeah, I called Lydia and asked her to change my answers. She obliged, of course, because it’s almost as if I gave her an exclusive comment on my dating life.”

  “I thought you didn’t date.” I smirked.

  “You’re cute, Holliday. I’ll be sure to get you a copy when the article comes out next month,” he smiled. “How are you feeling?” He stroked my arm gently with the back of his hand.

  “Much better than I was earlier, thank you.”

  “Do you feel well enough to eat something? Do you want to order dinner soon?”

  “Yeah, you order whatever you want. I’ll eat anything you pick.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He leaned up and kissed me deeply. His fingers curled around the back of my head as he playfully fisted my brunette waves. “Natural blonde, huh?”

  I nodded. “I changed my hair color when I got to New York. I’m not sure I’ll ever go back to blonde.”

  “I understand. I quite like the brunette— it’s warm just like you,” he said, kissing me on the cheek. He left the room, and I heard him on the phone ordering some Thai food from a place around the corner.

  I laid in bed reading, but I became distracted when I found Ronan on the floor doing crunches. He slipped his shirt off and began again. “Enjoying the view, my beauty?” he asked between panting breaths, catching my stare.

  I nodded. “Yes, it’s quite lovely. Some might even say alluring, definitely sexy.”

  “Are you trying to flatter me, Holliday?”

  I shrugged, biting my bottom lip. His gaze sparked a fire in me that raced through my blood.

  He quickly switched to push-ups. Watching him raise and lower himself reminded me what it was like to have him on top of me, moving his cock inside me. My ache and need for his body was almost animalistic. I was completely enthralled watching all the muscles in his hardened upper body expand and contract. After Ronan did about a hundred push-ups, he jumped up and went into the bathroom. I could see his reflection in the mirror as he washed his face. He crossed the room, making his way back towards me with that mischievous grin before sitting on the bed. Something raw blazed in his gaze. I was locked into his stare, unable to form words. Ronan was thinking hard about something. I could see it in his expression. He licked his bottom lip, running his hand the length of my leg.

  “Beauty, show me how you pleasure yourself.”

  “Ronan,” I blushed. “What?” I was giggling. I know men are visually stimulated, so watching a woman masturbate in front of them is an incredible turn-on.

  “Don’t be shy. Show me. I want to see you make yourself come.” His jade eyes darkened with lust. My body buzzed as if ignited by electric sparks. I’d never masturbated in front of any of my partners.

  “I’ve never done this for anyone before, Ronan.” I dropped my head and knotted my fingers.

  “Are you ashamed of your body?”

  “No. I’m a little embarrassed maybe and nervous that it won’t be sexy.” I laughed. Ronan grinned at me sweetly.

  “It will be sexy because you’re sexy. I won’t force you to do it, but if you ever want to I’d love to watch you.”

  I wanted desperately to please Ronan, not out of need but out of sheer desire. If this was the kind of thing he was into, I guessed I could indulge him. Maybe I could make him come without even touching him.

  My cheeks burned as I slowly fluttered my fingertips over my arms and across my abs, caressin
g my body. Closing my eyes, I drew on the memory of Ronan fucking me the first time. All the passion and lust came rushing into clear view, and I could feel my body getting wet for him. When my hands reached my thighs, I pushed in with my fingers. A low whimper escaped me when my fingers brushed over the outside of my damp panties. I wasn’t surprised to find that I was desperately wet and hot— my body responded instantly as if Ronan was actually touching me.

  I could see his fingers flexing, gripping the white comforter tightly. He shifted his body, adjusting himself.

  “Holliday, are you wet?” Ronan asked, his voice darkly hot. “Do you feel how wet you are? I know that silky little cunt of yours is slick and hot— tell me how wet you are.”

  Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I rolled my head back to the soft tufted headboard. I slid down into the mattress, my shoulders enveloped into the numerous plush pillows. Taking my index finger, I plunged inside and gasped. I heard Ronan inhale deeply.

  “I… I am wet Ronan, so very wet for you,” I moaned.

  “Good… I’m so very glad to hear that. Now imagine my beauty… those fingers are mine… and I’m slowly stroking you, playing your beautiful body to that perfect rhythm.”

  Finding my g-spot, I began running my middle and ring fingers in slow smooth circles. I could tell my body was rising. I felt my muscles convulse.

  “Ronan, yes… your fingers… please… please touch me.”

  My eyes flicked open, and I caught Ronan’s smoldering stare. Holy fuck. My mind was dizzying as I brought my body closer to orgasm. Not in a million years could I have ever imagined how much I would enjoy seeing Ronan’s face come alive at the sight of me working my own body. This man was everything to me, and being everything to me made me vulnerable. In this moment, however, I felt as if I was in control, like I might own him.

  “My beauty,” his deep sexy voice broke through my thoughts. “I’d love nothing more than to touch you right now, but I’m enjoying the view. I’m thinking about how slick you are for me and how I’m going to slide right in and I’m not going to be gentle.”

  His smooth words poured over me like a hypnotic oral seduction, pulling me closer to the edge. The pressure continued to build inside me as I rhythmically caressed my throbbing clit. Lost to everything, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that Ronan was probably going out of his mind from the heat of a straining erection.

  “Ronan, please,” I panted breathlessly.

  “Please what?”

  “I… want… Ronan.” I could only manage to groan his name in pleasure. I was rapidly approaching release and secretly hoped he would slide between my legs, pushing his cock deep inside, taking me over the edge with an epic orgasm.

  “Holliday, concentrate… spread your legs wider… pull your panties to the side… I want to see more… let me see you.”

  My fingers went to work, moving aside the black lace, giving Ronan the view he wanted. I heard a guttural moan escape his lips. His stare was heated, full of desire.

  “God, you are stunning. Do you like me watching you play with yourself?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied as my fingers continued to work their magic against my body. My heart pounding in my ribcage, I ran my finger the length of my pussy a few times and then back to my g-spot where my fingers moved in fast circles. Everything went tight in my body, and I shattered. The radiating pulses were intense, making me cry out. I was sure all of Manhattan could hear my moans.

  I lay there, eyes closed, my body buzzing with waves of spasms, not sure if I was ever going to regain my composure. Breathing hard, but calm, I opened my eyes and there was Ronan. His eyes were blazing and electric. A smile crossed his firm lips. Grabbing me by the back of my head, he leaned in, capturing my mouth with his, consuming me in a deep kiss that nearly had me coming again.

  In a swift smooth motion, Ronan freed the lace camisole from my body. Air rushed over me, cooling my overly heated skin. My muscles, still sensitive from my orgasm, caused me to wince in pain as Ronan eagerly palmed and devoured each of my breasts. He was building me up again, and his hot wet mouth felt so good on my body.

  He pinned me underneath his frame, and his tongue worked its way from my chest to my neck. My palms slid down his chest, pushing my fingers into the waistband of his pants. He dipped his head, rolling his tongue over my nipples, licking and sucking one while pulling and twisting the other.

  His pants came off quickly, and he rocked into me with his hips. As he gripped me tightly, I could feel the length of him against my thigh. Shifting up on his knees, he slid my panties from my body. I gasped as he slid a second finger into my stirring body, expertly finger fucking me. Feeling my orgasm building, I writhed in pleasure as heat rushed over my body in strong waves.

  Hovering over me, Ronan pulled back a bit, gently tapping my clit with his cock.

  I arched my hips, panting, “Ronan, please fuck me.”

  “You want my cock inside of you, Holliday?”

  “Yes, Ronan, I need you inside me.”

  “Does your pussy ache a little bit?” he breathed, while teasing me with his finger.

  “Ronan… just… please,” I begged.

  “Yes, my beauty,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I… I want you… please… all of you.”

  Lifting me off the bed, he pulled me into him. We were eye to eye. Leaning in, he grabbed the back of my neck, forcefully pulling me into another deep heated kiss. I moaned into his mouth. I never wanted him to stop kissing me— ever. Breaking our kiss, Ronan flipped me to my knees. I was wide open for him and on all fours. My hands fisted the pillows below, and I felt Ronan’s fingertips whisper down my back. With both hands gripping me tightly at the hips, he shoved into me with ease.

  He hovered over my back. I felt his breath as he ran the soft pad of his thumb over my clit in smooth, small circles. His low pleasurable moans washed over me as he placed soft plush kisses between my shoulders.

  “Your skin is so smooth… luminous... you’re incredibly beautiful, Holliday.”

  His pace quickened. I could hardly keep up. He continued to pound into me as my knees buckled and I lost control. My hands slipped, and my face hit the pillow. He drove deeper and I came undone around him. The pulses were overwhelming, and I felt light as a feather as my clit reeled from the onslaught of vibrations. I screamed into the pillow. Cursing and calling my name, Ronan slammed into me with brute force. I felt him pumping into me. He wilted, letting his chest hit my back as he wrapped both arms around my waist.

  He eased out of me, and I crumbled to the bed in a heap. I gasped in pure delight, trying to regain my breathing. Ronan kissed the curve of my body and then dropped to his side cradling me in his arms.

  “Jesus Ronan. You’re unbelievable.”

  I could feel him panting. His chest was rising and falling at a brisk pace against my back. “My beauty, watching you finger yourself was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.” He paused, sucking in a few sharp breaths. “I thought I wasn’t going to be able to control my urges long enough for you to finish. Thank fuck I did because that was incredibly… undeniably erotic.”

  “It was for me too. I loved watching your face. I thought you might pass out at one point.”

  “Fuck that, I was bound and determined to get my cock inside your sweet cunt.”

  “Ronan,” I wailed. “Don’t be crude.” I slapped his arm playfully.

  “Baby, I’m Irish. That’s a word used lightly and often in my culture. I won’t use it anymore if it offends you.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He was right. I needed to be a bit worldlier and maybe even slightly less conservative in my thinking. It was just between the two of us anyway. It’s not like he was making videos of us. Videos! Oh shit.

  “Ronan, do you trust me?”

  “Of course, why do you ask?”

  I turned to face him, blinking my eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

  “Beauty, what’s wrong?�
� He pulled himself up on his forearms. “Why the tears, Holliday?”

  I sobbed while tracing the length of his jaw with my finger. “Ronan, my ex is Derek Saunders,” I sighed as my shoulders slumped.

  Ronan’s mouth pressed into a hard line. He stared at me blankly, “Derek Saunders?” He repeated his name. “Derek Saunders?”

  “Yes, and please stop saying his name.”

  Ronan stood, pulling his pants over his hips. Blowing out a breath, he shoved his hands through his hair. Staring at me for a few moments, his eyes darkened. Feeling his anger build sent my heartbeat racing.

  I eased up out of the bed and quickly pulled my camisole over my head. Finding my boy briefs and lounge pants, I slid them on at the same time over my hips.

  “Derek Saunders, Holliday? The internet porn guy?” He inched closer, bringing heated confusion.

  I felt empty and ashamed. How the fuck was Ronan Connolly ever going to be able to look at me the same way again?

  “Holliday? What are you trying to tell me? Are you… were you a porn star?”

  I laughed, but quickly retreated my giggles, realizing he was serious. Ronan’s eyes burned into me.

  “No,” I replied calmly. Ronan arched an eyebrow at me. “Hell no! Does my vagina look like I’ve been fucked by everyone from here to Canada?” I screamed.

  He crossed the room to the bar, contemplating a drink, but then he placed the bottle down. He turned back to me, gripping the bar with his hands. I was shaking, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as a cold sweat came over my hands.

  “My beau… Holliday,” he began, his tone calm and even.

  My God, this was bad. He couldn’t even call me the nickname he’d affixed to me nearly the second we met. My insides began to churn. I felt sick. Well, at least he could look me in the eye.

  “Yes, Ronan,” I said dryly.

  “Tell me about this relationship.”

  “Ronan, he’s not just a porn guy. He’s an entrepreneur of many businesses not just sex.”