Chapter 35Eden
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Eden
9/29 7:26 AM PT
EDEN PERCY AND RONAN MURPHY GET COZY AT KARAOKE, HANDS ALL OVER EACH OTHER IN LAKE TAHOE
Amid filming the documentary about Eden Percy's life, director and journalist Ronan Murphy of the project seems to have gotten much more than answers to some juicy questions from the film's star. They are sparking dating rumors as they were spotted getting nice and cozy at a dive bar "Whiskey Dicks” in Lake Tahoe together. Eden posted a picture from the same night on her Instagram in Ronan's leather jacket in front of his motorcycle, sporting a huge glowing smile. The pair couldn't keep their hands or eyes off each other, according to patrons at the bar... While Ronan and Eden never kissed, it was clear they wanted to stay close. Ronan wowed the crowd with his rendition of "The Joker" by Steve Miller Band. The sexy cover was put over the top when he lifted Percy in his arms, making everyone wonder, "Is he shaking her tree?" after their filming sessions. Then, the pair received a standing ovation after their duet of "Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen, the bar descending into chaos once the performance was done. The two quickly left the bar, Ronan holding Eden's waist protectively. Whatever's next for them, we all want front-row seats!
Ronan had made scrambled eggs that morning, and it was a perfect representation of her current mental state. Scrambled.. Hard . Hard was a word that she had vowed to avoid thinking about. It brought up too much ammunition she could use for her vivid imagination.
She had been trying to act like everything was normal, pretending nothing had changed between them. But the truth was far from normal. That kiss . It was undoubtedly the best kiss she’d ever had. She wouldn’t be surprised if it had caused shockwaves that rippled through the very fabric of the universe, that’s how good it was. Honestly, she half-expected NASA to have noticed the earth-shattering intensity of it. It felt like they were orbiting each other now, treading carefully, with their proximity creating a gravitational pull neither of them could fully resist.
Her libido was becoming a serious problem. It felt like there was a little devil perched on her shoulder, its pitchfork digging into her skin, urging her to throw caution to the wind and forget about BNN. She craved him— all of him—so desperately. She felt like one wrong move could shatter the fragile balance they’d built, unleashing a floodgate that might overwhelm them both. The temptation to give in to that desire was intense, but she knew she had to follow Ronan’s lead. After all, it was his career on the line, not hers.
It was day three of trying to cool things off, and it was going exactly as well as expected. Their eyes kept wandering involuntarily, guilty glances exchanged like they were sneaking contraband. They were back to the grind of filming, with Eden focused on fine-tuning the lyrics for her album, while Ronan strategically positioned himself in the farthest corner of the room.
He was sitting on a couch pushed against the opposite wall; his camera focused on her while she sat on the plush carpet with her back pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows. She had worn a pleated tennis skirt just to torture Ronan. She figured she could at least have some fun in this miserable state of affairs.
Her body was in a constant state of arousal, on the precipice of release at most waking hours of every day since that kiss. Her mind was using any minuscule interaction with Ronan and running with it. Yesterday, he unraveled an extension cord, and she almost asked him nicely if he could tie her up with it.
She strummed her electric guitar, feeling its vibrations resonate through her hands. The sound reverberated from the large amplifier, filling the room with its powerful chords. Starting with the backing chords, she played them on the electric guitar, the notes echoing through a looping pedal she had set up. Then, she layered the lead guitar over the looping chords, adding depth and complexity to the melody.
Her words sang out. "I'll pull the covers back, like parting holy seas," she sang, her voice weaving with the gentle strumming of the guitar. Her gaze locked with liquid green eyes, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music. "And I'll worship your skin, newfound faith found in only you. You'll be my endless dream," she continued, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Ronan's eyes roved over her face, his thumb running slowly over his bottom lip as he stared at her. She slapped her hand onto the guitar strings, ending the chords with a soft snap, the sound lingering in the air as the looping pedal continued to play the jolt of background chords over her amplifier.
"Who's that about? Quentin?" Ronan asked, his long body sprawled comfortably over the couch, one arm casually draped over the cushion. His powerful thighs were spread apart, an invitation that seemed almost too tempting to resist. Eden couldn't help but notice the space between them, the urge to crawl closer and take what she wanted nearly overwhelming. Ronan closed the camera unhurriedly, setting it down on the cushion beside him.
"Seriously?" Eden scoffed at his question, tossing her guitar pick at him across the room. The triangular piece of plastic only made it halfway, landing anticlimactically on the carpet. Ronan stared at the pick and erupted into laughter at her feeble throw. Eden huffed in mock annoyance, but then a small smile tugged at her lips. She was more than prepared to return the teasing if he wanted to play that game.
Eden crawled towards the amplifier, searching for a replacement guitar pick. She was well aware that her skirt was ridiculously short, but she couldn't resist the temptation to live on the edge and tease him a bit. She heard Ronan's laughter suddenly cut off, but she just kept going, on all fours, heading toward her Fender amp where she kept the extra picks.
"Eden, please. You are driving me crazy," Ronan said roughly from across the room, she tossed an innocent look over her shoulder. Ronan was running his hands through his hair, staring straight at her ass.
"What's wrong?" she said over her shoulder, her voice dripping with mock confusion. Ronan blinked rapidly as if awakening from a trance. A flicker of irritation crossed his features, his eyebrows furrowing. But instead of deterring her, that look only spurred her on. She knew that her cheeky lace panties were most likely showing, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She continued crawling, stretching her arms over the amplifier to grab a stray guitar pick from behind the amp.
As she reached, her movement exposed even more of her lace underwear, and she could feel the cool air penetrating through the sheer fabric. The guitar chords continued to ring out in a loop, the speaker vibrating against her stomach.
Suddenly, she felt a gust of air on the back of her bare legs, followed by a rough hand grabbing the hair at the base of her neck while his other hand firmly gripped her hip. She let out a breathy gasp at the rough, possessive touch, her body responding eagerly to his firm grip. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, sending a thrill through her. His hand tugged on her hair, tilting her head back slightly.
"Is this what you've been begging for?" Ronan's voice was rough against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She whimpered in response, unable to stop the sound from escaping her lips.
"Who are you wearing that skimpy little underwear for?" he rasped, his hand moving from her skirt-covered hip and slowly trailing inward. His fingers glided over the front of her skirt, tracing the contours until they met the bare warmth of her thigh. Moving upward, his hand caressed the smooth skin, the calloused palm now gently scraping the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.
Eden's breaths came out as pants, and she could feel an embarrassing amount of wetness pooling between her legs. His fingers hovered torturously close to the edge of her lace panties, passing over the hem.
"I am going to touch you now," Ronan's voice grated in her ear, vibrating with restraint.
"Yes, yes, please," she begged; she was so aroused she didn't care how pathetic she sounded. The anticipation nearly killed her, and her pulse was bound wildly in her neck. A feather-light touch of his knuckles brushed across the front of the lace panties, her center throbbing at the touch. His fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear, gently skimming her throbbing clit.
"Jesus, you're soaked." Ronan's low, guttural groan vibrated sensuously into her ear. "I need a taste of that needy pussy," he murmured. The intensity of his words sent a thrilling jolt through her, and her knees threatened to buckle.
His hand disappeared from her underwear, and she made a small cry at the loss of contact. He released his hold on the back of her, and her head fell forward from the loss of his grasp. She felt the commanding pull of two large hands circling her waist, pulling her upwards towards his unyielding frame. His powerful arms quickly lifted her, placing her ass firmly on the edge of her amplifier.
"Pull up that skirt like a good girl," Ronan spoke, his voice a low, gruff murmur as he looked up at her. He was on his heels, his gaze intense and hungry, like a predator ready to pounce. His pupils were blown wide, consumed by desire. Those mesmerizing green eyes bore into her, seemingly seeing straight through to her soul. Eden's breath came in rapid, erratic pants, her chest rising and falling with the mounting tension in the air. Eden swallowed quickly and slowly lifted the front of the skirt and bunched it above her thighs.
"Good girl," Ronan's voice rumbled as he seized her right ankle, his fingers firm on her skin. Lowering his head, his warm breath sent shivers through her as he placed a kiss on her inner thigh. The gentle press of his lips ignited a smoldering fire up her leg into her core. The hair on the back of her neck stood up in suspense.
Once he reached the apex of her thigh, he gently grazed the sensitive flesh with his white teeth, sinking in ever so lightly as he held eye contact with her. She moaned and squirmed slightly, trying to rub her thighs together to relieve the mounting pressure building between them.
He placed his hands on the tops of her thighs as they trembled slightly with need. Steadily, he parted her thighs further apart as he moved closer to her center. "Beautiful," he whispered, his warm breath spreading over her thighs and her overstimulated center, sending shivers down her spine.
His head dipped, applying slight pressure to the middle of her opening over the fabric of her underwear. She gasped at the sensation, arching her back in response as her hands gripped the sides of the amplifier, her nails scratching the hard plastic. The vibration of the guitar chords still emanating from the amp sent shock waves directly into her core, making her toes curl. Then his tongue pressed against the lace fabric, his warm breath pushing through. The sensation was so intoxicatingly overwhelming that she felt like she might lose consciousness.
"Oh god," she whimpered, her hips bucking against his tongue, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. She was strung so tight that she felt like she could unravel at any second. His fingers abruptly pushed her underwear to the side, the pull of the lace fabric against her swollen clit sending a jolt of sensation through her body. A gasp escaped her lips at the assertive movement, her center clenching at the sudden feeling of the cool air against her heated flesh.
A few seconds passed, her chest heaving with rapid breaths and her fingers digging into the hard plastic under her. His tongue ran agonizingly slow over her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She let out a reverberant moan, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Ronan let out a deep groan against her as he murmured, "God, you taste like heaven."
He firmly gripped her left leg, hoisting it up onto his shoulder, his large hand trailing down the side of her thigh. As his touch inched closer to the edge of her underwear, he seized the delicate fabric and roughly pulled it off her body, dragging it forcefully down her legs. Another gasp escaped her parted lips as the fabric brushed against her skin, the sensation sending a tremor through her body.
His tongue ran over her clit again as he gradually slid two fingers into her, his movements deliberate. Eden arched her back, grinding herself into him, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His fingers curled inside of her deliciously, hitting her sweet spot relentlessly. She let go of the plastic under her and grabbed his thick hair, using him as an anchor as she unabashedly rode his face, surrendering to him.
His tempo increased, driving her closer to the edge. Her legs began to shake, and her knees threatened to close from the overwhelming sensation building. With a firm grip, he pinned her legs apart, and she felt the wave approaching. Her body bucked against his face and fingers in a desperate attempt to find release.
Her hands tightened in his hair, the sensation building until she saw stars behind her eyelids. Then, it hit her like a tidal wave. Her entire body spasmed and arched off the amp beneath her, her head falling backward as a loud cry escaped her lips. Even as her climax washed over her, her center continued to grind into his fingers and face, heat encompassing her body as she gradually relaxed back onto the plastic beneath her.
As the intensity of her release ebbed away, she felt a faint kiss on the apex of her thigh, the same spot he had bit earlier. It was such an intimate and loving touch that her heart stuttered.
She continued to pant, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. Her gaze drifted downward, meeting Ronan's as he reclined on his heels. His lips curved into a satiated smile. His voice was a low, velvety murmur that sent a shiver down her spine as he said, "You taste as good as you look."