Chapter Eighteen
RYAN
We’re at the after-party with our opening band.
For this tour, they’re a young bunch of grunge guys.
Nice enough, but they’re not as cool as Luminous from Australia.
Those chicks were so much fun. But these guys still know how to have a good time, and their sound is great.
They’re a good fit for us, and they’re pretty rounded guys as well.
They’re over by the bar ordering drinks while Nate dances with Ava, the flight attendant, on the dance floor.
Matt is busy on his cell, and Lunar and Danger sit cozied up in their own little world opposite Tillie and me in the booth.
I look to Tillie, who seems a little preoccupied. She keeps checking her cell like she’s watching something, and it’s a little concerning.
“Hey, you all right?” I ask, reaching out and gently grabbing her wrist. She looks up at me with a sincere smile and nods, putting her cell down.
“Shit. Yes. Sorry.” She sighs and winces. “There’s probably something I should tell you.”
I sit up taller as she links her fingers with mine, and I nod, giving her the all-clear to talk to me.
“So, when I did the live feed tonight, there was a creeper on there saying she was in love with you, that you were already in love with her, and your bodies were going to entangle in all sorts of strange ways… that kind of stuff. I ended the feed before she got too carried away.”
I pull my eyebrows together in slight shock. Usually, that kind of talk is reserved for the twins, definitely always for Danger, but hardly ever for me.
“Wow! Are you sure she meant me?”
She nods. “She said your name… quite a few times.”
“Ha, cool.”
She furrows her brows and purses her lips. “Cool?” She tilts her head like she’s confused.
“I’ve never been the one to have fangirls, but it’s nothing new for bands to have those kinds of fans.
Danger and the twins have that sort of shit happen all the time, maybe not to that kind of extreme, but it’s all part and parcel of this gig.
Just typically, the whack jobs go for the lead singers. ”
She hums and slumps into the booth like she’s surprised by my blasé attitude, but really, I’m not worried, and she shouldn’t be either.
These girls are all talk. They love us behind their keyboards and say creepy things, but that’s all it is.
They would never do anything in real life, and if they did, the most they would do is lunge at us for a hug.
They’re mostly harmless kids. They are the hardcore fans we should appreciate, not be scared of them.
“So, you’re not worried?” she asks.
“No, it’s nothing to be concerned about. Trust me, this is completely normal. She’s just a super fan. Actually, it’s kinda cool.”
She nods and tightens her hand in mine, then leans in, pressing her lips to me tenderly. My lips tingle at her touch, and I love the electricity I feel when we’re together. It never fails, but I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Wanna ditch this place and go back to the hotel?”
She smiles brightly and nods. “Hell yeah.”
After letting Danger know we’re headed out, one of the security guys walks us to the Hummer, and the entire way to the hotel, the sexual tension between Tillie and me rises.
I run my fingers up and down her thigh, each time going higher, pushing up the hem of her skirt with each pass. She squirms, and I can’t help but smirk. Tillie’s body is in tune with mine, and tonight, I want to play it like it’s my own instrument.
We pull up at the hotel, and I link my hand in hers as we step out.
I don’t miss how on alert Tillie goes, scanning the lobby, her spine rigid.
I know she’s worried about the possibility of there being a crazy fan, but I’m not, and that’s not where I want her mind to be.
By the time I am done with her tonight, I’m going to be her only thought.
As we get to the elevator, it seems we won’t be alone.
An older couple steps in just as the doors are about to close, and I have to swallow the growl of frustration.
I tug Tillie to stand in front of me, her ass brushing against my cock, bringing it to attention.
Unable to resist, I pull her against me and subtly grind into her.
She gasps, and I quickly lean forward, biting her ear, noticing they are on the floor below us when he hits the button, meaning my aching hard-on will have to wait.
But if I have to suffer, so does Tillie.
I trail my lips down her neck and grip her hips in a bruising hold as I shift behind her, letting my cock nestle between her ass cheeks.
“Ryan…” My name is meant to be a warning, but it comes out breathy, and I smirk, knowing she’s just as worked up as I am.
The elevator dings, and the couple steps out, muttering a tired “Night,” as they go. The doors slide shut, and it’s just us.
Silence, tension, and need flood the space. No sooner do the doors close, I swipe my keycard, hit 'P,' and before the floor number even flashes, I’ve got Tillie bent over, my body pressed to hers, grinding against her ass like I’m starving for her.
“I need to be deep inside you, Tillie,” I growl, my voice rough, low. My hand snaps across her ass, the sound echoing in the small space. Then I spin her to face me, dragging her close until our breath collides.
This woman makes me lose control.
Turns me into a fucking teenager who can’t think past how she feels in my hands.
When the elevator opens and we finally reach the penthouse door, Tillie’s gaze meets mine, and she smiles.
Her eyes shine with a hint of mischief, and it lights a fire in me.
She trails a hand down my chest and firmly grabs my cock, making me groan.
It’s like my hips have a mind of their own as they rock forward.
“What do we have here? Is someone a little worked up?”
God, her sass. It makes me want to do unspeakable things to that mouth.
Before I can reply, she drops her hand and turns to walk away, swaying her hips as she goes.
I’m momentarily stunned into a trance, watching the bounce and sway of each curve.
My focus is redirected when she lifts her blouse over her head, then quickly makes work of her bra, dangling it at her side while she walks, and it’s like she’s waving a red flag at a raging bull.
My steps are hurried, but she’s already unzipping her skirt when I reach her.
Instead of grabbing her by the hips like I want, I follow at a controlled distance, waiting for the fabric to drop and reveal her luscious ass.
She turns and looks over her shoulder, though instead of her gaze meeting mine, her focus is on my crotch.
Then as the piece of fabric slips over her ass, she arches, sticking her ass out.
A growl reverberates in my chest as I reach out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back so I can grind against her.
“Someone is a little impatient,” she says, like she’s the least bit affected, but I don’t miss the way her tone turns breathy.
“If you keep this up, I’m gonna fuck that sass right out of you, starting with that mouth of yours,” I warn, my cock throbbing at the idea.
“You make it sound like a bad thing.”
“Unless you want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could come in and see us, I suggest you get this ass moving,” I say, releasing my hold on her with a groan.
When she gives her hips a teasing wiggle, I slap her ass and smirk.
She squeaks and steps out of her skirt, quickly walking to our room.
The view of her retreat is too good to pass up, so as much as I want to be buried deep inside her, I slow my steps, removing my clothes as I go. I let them fall to the floor, not bothering to pick them up because doing so would waste the view.
She slips from my view, entering our room, and I take the moment to finish stepping out of my jeans and boots.
Apparently, I’ve taken too long because when I walk in, Tillie is standing naked, leaning against the tall windows, rubbing her fingers over her clit.
My breath catches at the sight of her sexy as fuck body, my eyes drinking her in.
That’s when I notice she has left her heels on, and I smirk.
“Now who is the impatient one?” I tease, stroking my cock as I cross the distance between us.
“Mm…” is the only reply I get, her eyes meeting mine.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warn, tugging her hand away.
“If you’re going to come, it’s gonna be me who gives it.
” I grip her by the waist and quickly spin her, pressing her against the chilled glass.
I pin her with my body, relishing in the gasp that leaves her lips and the shudder that overtakes her body.
I don’t know if it’s from the contrast in temperature or from my nearness, and I don’t care.
When I’m done with her, it won’t matter.
Pinning her wrists high above her head with one hand, I trail the back of my other hand down the side of her body before gripping her ass in a possessive hold.
I hold her in place, loving the fact that with her heels on, she’s just the right height to fuck her against this glass.
We might be high up, but it wouldn’t be impossible for someone to see us.
“P-please, Ryan. Touch me,” she begs, and my cock grows impossibly harder.
Tillie pushes back against me, seeking the friction she’s desperate for.
Part of me wants to step back, staying just out of reach, but the truth is, I’m just as desperate for her.
The other part has me hesitating, wanting to hear her beg.
When I don’t respond, she turns her head, resting her cheek on the glass as she pants out, “Fuck me, already. Put me out of my misery.”
Who am I to deny her?
Besides, I don’t think I could drag this out any longer, regardless of the way the sound of her begging for me makes me want to make her do it again and again.
Her warm breath fogs the glass, and I know her hard nipples are sliding against the smooth surface with each sharp inhale and heavy exhale. That’s the only disadvantage I have in this position—I can’t suck those delectable nipples.
Releasing her ass, I press in close behind her, my aching cock resting between her legs. “I’m going to fuck this pussy. Are you ready for me?” I question, whispering in her ear. I’m too worked up to put the proper foreplay in, my cock already leaking precum.
Tillie whimpers, wiggling her ass, trying to line me up to her needy hole.
I groan, her pussy coating me in her wetness, and it’s the only answer I need.
I grip my cock while keeping her hands secure above her head and drive into her tight pussy in one hard thrust. We both cry out in pleasure, the sounds echoing off the window.
“So fucking sexy. Pinned at my mercy, needy for me. For my cock. And all mine,” I grit out.
She’s fucking drenched.
For me.
For what I do to her.
Her pussy squeezes around me, and I growl, knowing she’s doing it on purpose. “Dammit, Ryan. If you don’t quit teasing me and fuck me, I’m going to just do it myself.” Her sass has me smirking, but when she tries to wriggle free of my hold, I pull back before slamming into her again.
I lean in, nip her shoulder, and tell her, “Be a good girl and take what I give you, Tillie. Now, cross your ankles.”
She no sooner does as she’s told, and I set a punishing rhythm, driving into her hard and then pulling out before slamming back into her with no reprieve. Her pussy is so tight like this that I know I won’t be able to last long, but even then, I won’t be done with her.
In her heels, I can keep her pressed against the glass with her ass pushing back, adding to the sensations wracking her body. This may be my new favorite position with her.
“Fuck, yes, Ryan… harder,” Tillie begs as a sheen of sweat glistens off her smooth skin. I watch as a shiver runs over her, goose bumps erupting on her skin.
Each time I thrust into her, I grind my hips, needing to get deeper.
I wrap my hand around her waist, palming her low belly, and the next time I press against her, I can feel the head of my cock.
“So fucking tight. So deep. Do you feel that? Feel what only I can do to you, Tillie?” She calls out my name at the added friction, and it sends a shudder down my spine, the familiar tingling building at the base of my cock.
I slide my hand down, making sure to keep constant pressure, and use my middle finger to circle her clit.
Her legs immediately shake, her pussy clenching around me so tight, my breath catches.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” I question in a whisper.
Either she doesn’t hear me, so lost in her own pleasure, or she knows I’m not looking for an answer.
This woman has me feeling things I didn’t know were possible, and not just this. The desire I have for her body. Which, right now, has my world spinning. It’s more than that.
“Ryan…” My name on her lips as she lets go has my ears ringing and my own legs shaking. My steady rhythm falters, and I drive into her one last time, rocking my hips into her as I come. The orgasm is so intense that my vision goes black, and I’m gasping for breath.
“Fuck, Tillie…”
“Pretty sure we just did,” she remarks.
I growl, resting my forehead on her shoulder. “Woman, one of these days, I am going to fuck that sassy mouth.”
“Now that sounds like a good time.”
I pull back, dropping her wrists, and she turns to face me, forcing my cock to slip free, and I hiss at the sudden loss.
Reaching out, I devour her lips, my tongue sliding with hers for control.
She wraps her hands around my cock, and even though I just had one hell of a release, it twitches back to life.
Tillie breaks the kiss, instantly dropping to her knees. I gaze down at her, an eyebrow raised in silent question.
“You were saying? Or was that all talk?” she questions, and I watch as her hand slips between her legs, her hips rocking side to side.