Chapter Seventeen
TILLIE
When we arrive at the hotel, Oliver has booked the band, himself, and me into the Penthouse Suite.
As we walk into the room, my eyes widen—the place is massive.
The main open area is a living room with a giant couch, a sparkling black grand piano, and a bar area.
To the right is a kitchen, and off to the left are some rooms, which I’m assuming are the bedrooms and bathrooms. The windows are floor-to-ceiling and frame the city skyline perfectly, letting the bright blue day shine through.
It’s impressive, and I can only imagine the nighttime view from up here.
I’m sure it’s going to be breathtaking. The city lights below, the starry sky above—yep, that’s going to be incredible.
“Okay, everyone, the hotel manager said there are five bedrooms, and there are seven of us staying in here. Obviously, Danger and Lunar will share a room, so that still leaves us one bedroom short,” Oliver says.
“Tillie and I can share a room,” Ryan offers, and I glance at him with a smile.
“Right, that settles that then. Let’s get our rooms set up, shall we?” Oliver declares, and everyone looks at Ryan and me with sly smirks, but no one says anything as we grab our luggage and all head off to claim our rooms.
Ryan and I grab the last room at the end of the hall.
The large king-sized bed sits in the middle of the floor with its pristine white sheets and duvet.
There’s a small two-seater loveseat and an ensuite off to the left.
To the right is an expansive wall-height window that looks out in the opposite direction of the living room.
It’s a beautiful room, no doubt about it.
I move to the glass and look down at the city street, which seems so tiny from this high up.
Ryan moves in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his nose into my neck.
“Well, now I get to have you all to myself.” He lifts his head, pulls back, and turns me to face him while raising his eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”
I exhale, swallowing hard. “What are we?”
Ryan cracks his neck to the side. “I thought this talk was coming.”
I crease my brows together. My sister’s words are eating at me a little. The thought of Ryan being loose with women weighs heavily on my mind. “I just need to know if we’re exclusive.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “Yeah, baby, we’re exclusive. We have been from the moment you stepped into the boardroom back in LA.”
“Okay, so does this mean…” I pause, wanting to choose my words carefully.
“You’re my girlfriend, Tillie, and I want everyone to know it. Especially you! I know in the beginning I asked to keep us a secret, but I quickly realized that’s the last thing I want.”
I can’t help the massive smile that sweeps across my face as I lunge forward and crash my lips to his. There’s no controlling my body as my hands reach out, ripping his shirt apart. His buttons pop off in quick succession, and he chuckles into my mouth, shuffling out of his shirt.
Ryan backs me up against the window, his stomach rippling with tension as his body presses against me.
My hands run up and down his biceps as he makes quick work of the buttons on my blouse, more careful with mine than I was with his.
All the while, our tongues strive for each other, making sure to dance in an endless rhythm as we frantically make out.
He grinds his fully hard cock into my lower belly, which causes me to moan into his mouth. I need him more than ever, knowing he thinks of me now as his girlfriend. We’re officially official, and that makes me so excited I could burst.
My heart is galloping as he finally finishes with the last button and pulls my shirt open with a deep, throaty growl.
My shirt flies off and onto the floor, leaving me in a white lace bra—the type that he likes.
His hand glides up my stomach and straight around my back, wasting no time in unhooking the band.
It falls to the floor, freeing my pebbled nipples, aching for his attention.
Ryan’s mouth leaves mine, trailing hard kisses down my throat and past my collarbone, taking a nipple in his teeth and dragging on it roughly.
My head falls back against the window in a groan as he sucks on my nipple hard.
My hands run through his hair, tugging and pulling with slight force, letting him know I want this just as much as he does.
His tongue circles around my nipple, then glides down my stomach, trailing a blazing hot inferno inside of me.
My body trembles as his fingers reach my skirt, tucking his fingers inside the waistband and tugging it down with my panties in one swoop, following them as they hit the floor.
I pull my bottom lip into my mouth as he kisses my hip, trailing down to the inside of my thigh, and then kneels.
The sight of him on his knees before me, shirtless, sends my body into overdrive.
As his fingers run up the insides of my thighs, tickling and teasing me, his eyes look up at me, hooded and filled with such intense lust I almost burst on the spot.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you’re naked and open to me, Tillie. Spread your legs, baby,” he instructs.
I do as he asks, my chest heaving from the sexual tension flowing through the room, and even though, technically, he hasn’t touched me yet, I’m soaking wet with want and anticipation.
My arms move back and spread wide, holding onto the narrow windowsill.
Normally, I would be panicked at the thought someone could see me completely naked and pushed up against the glass, but right now, I don’t care.
It helps that we are so high up above the bustling city streets.
All I care about is that Ryan’s moving up between my legs, with that look in his eyes that says he’s going to devour every inch of me, and I’m going to love every fucking minute of it.
I can’t wait.
His hands run up and down my thighs, teasing, and I try to calm my rapid breathing, but the sight of him is making it impossible.
“Keep your eyes on mine, Tillie. I want you to see what I do to you and for you to see what you do to me. Okay?”
I nod as he leans in, kissing my thigh tenderly.
The warmth of the kiss sends a tingle straight up my thigh and to my pussy, making it throb with need.
My clit aches with desire, and every part of me is tingling for him.
His open-mouth kisses trail further up my thigh, tantalizingly slow.
If he doesn’t touch me soon, I may hyperventilate.
My chest heaves, and my muscles clench as his lips inch further toward my center.
I writhe against the window in anticipation of his lips meeting my pussy.
Ryan kisses higher and higher, getting right to the top of my thigh, and I can’t stand the wait anymore.
I grab hold of his hair in a firm grip, guiding him where I need him to be.
Unable to stop myself, I push into his face, and he lets out a soft laugh.
The vibration against my clit has me screaming out.
His tongue flicks out and teases my clit, and I gasp as my head lolls back against the window with a moan. While he circles my clit, he massages my thighs with deliberate movement, working me up. The overload of senses is too much, and I find myself gripping the windowsill once more.
One of his hands moves in slightly, and he slides his fingers to my opening, caressing me as my hips move against his mouth.
Putting me out of my misery, he glides a finger inside, working it in and out in time with his tongue against my clit, building me up to new dizzying heights.
As the pleasure increases, the coolness of the glass is a sharp contrast to the rising heat radiating from me, sending a delicious chill down my spine.
Ryan knows exactly what he’s doing.
He knows my body so well.
And when he presses all the right spots in a way only he can, my body reacts.
My hands move from supporting myself on the windowsill to running through his hair, tugging and pushing, unsure of what exactly I need. He circles harder with his tongue and moves his finger in just the right way to make me moan out, probably a little too loudly for a penthouse shared with others.
As if to prove my point of how well he knows my body, with one last firm sweep of his thumb over my clit, I flush so intensely hot I start to gasp.
Quivering and shaking, I close my eyes as a wave of ecstasy flows over me, and I cry out loud.
Beads of sweat form on my temple while I shudder and moan in pleasure, coming hard against his mouth.
He grips my legs as they tremble, then pulls his finger from inside me and stands just in time to catch me as I stumble into his arms. Ryan turns us, throwing me onto the bed beneath him as we bounce on the mattress.
“I knew you’d fall for me,” he says, wiping his mouth with his forearm, then leaning in and kissing me passionately.
The salty taste on his tongue freaks me out a little, but I don’t care that I taste myself. I’m kissing Ryan, and he’s right. I have fallen for him, and I’ve fallen hard. He pulls his mouth from mine and gives me that smile that makes me melt.
“I had no chance. I was always going to fall for you,” I say.
He brings his hand up and swipes a stray piece of hair from my face. “You’re beautiful. Have I told you that?”
I swallow hard. “Not in so many words.”
He leans in, rubbing his nose against mine. “Well, you are. Stunning, in fact. I’m a fucking lucky fucker, that’s for sure.”
“Well, how ’bout we get those pants off and make this lucky fucker even luckier, hey?”
“How did I ever live before you came along?” he asks, taking his pants off and letting his massive erection spring free.
“That, I do not want to know.”
He leans back over me on the bed, seating himself between my legs. Looking down at me, his gaze is full of nothing but adoration. As his warm body hovers over mine, he smiles.
“Tillie.”
“Mm…”