Fame

by Meghan Quinn

  With a bright smile on her face, she walked toward him and pressed her hands against his chest. The shocked look on his face was almost comical as he tried to step away, but ran into the wall behind him.

  “Better get used to seeing me naked, Grey. I don’t plan on wearing many clothes while I’m in this house.”

  She watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried to gather his words.

  “Willow, what are you doing?” he asked, while her hands started to slide down his stomach.

  “It seems like you have a bit of an erection; I thought I would take care of that for you.”

  “But, you want nothing to do with me. You hate me,” he reminded her. She didn’t need reminding about how she wanted nothing to do with him, not after everything he said to her.

  “There’s a thin line between love and hate, Grey, and with your dick all aroused, I’m bordering on the love side. I never really got to see the goods, and I’m just dying to know what you have hidden under there.”

  “This isn’t a good idea,” Grey said, as he pressed his hand against her shoulders to put some distance between them.

  Rejected again by him. It was a feeling she would never grow used to and she would never be pleased with. No one rejected her; they were lucky to get her into bed, and that was something that Grey was going to have to learn.

  Not listening to what he was saying to her, she stepped closer, grabbed the zipper of his jeans, and quickly undid them. A hiss escaped his lips as she put both her hands inside of his jeans. To her surprise, he was quite large. She knew he had to have a nice dick, but she wasn’t aware of how nice. Growing a little more interested, she fell to her knees, and pulled down his jeans.

  Even though she didn’t like the man, she still couldn’t tamp down all the feelings she had for him; it was almost impossible, especially when he was teasing her with his arousal.

  While licking her lips, she grabbed the waistline of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his erection right in the middle of the kitchen. Apparently, he didn’t care either, because his back fell to the wall as his hands clenched at his sides.

  “When was the last time you were sucked off?” Willow asked, as she took in his girth.

  “Over six months,” he responded in a strained voice. “But, we can’t do that; I want to talk to you, Willow.”

  “Fuck talking,” she said, as she itched to touch him. Damn her feelings. She’d wanted to just tease him, but now, after seeing him, she wanted more…she ached for more.

  She stood in front of him and grabbed his hands. She took two of his fingers and moved her bottoms to the side, so he could insert his fingers inside her heated core. The moment he felt how wet she was, his head fell to the side of her shoulder and he started to breathe heavily. She removed her hand from his and, when she thought he was going to pull out of her, he instead turned her so she was against the wall and started fingering her with such precision that Willow was now the one having a hard time breathing.

  “You’re so wet,” he breathed heavily.

  “I’ve always been wet for you, Grey, even when I hate you, I’m always wet,” she admitted in a weak moment.

  Without even quite listening to her words, he growled in her ear and bent his head down to her now-aching breasts where he, for the first time, took her nipple into his mouth. He didn’t touch her breast, didn’t even try to kiss her breast; all he did was play with her nipple ring in his mouth, plucking on it, sucking on it, and driving her so incredibly crazy that she felt her arousal start to hit the edge.

  Her hands went to his head and pushed him against her breast, needing more. He read her demand and sucked harder, while nibbling. She knocked her head against the wall as a scream escaped her mouth, and she came all over his fingers. As he continued to ride out her orgasm, she felt the slight nudge of his erection press against her thigh. When she looked down, she noticed how engorged it was, and she just had to do something about it.

  She pushed him off of her, shocking him a little bit, and then pushed him up against the counter of the island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

  “Get on the counter,” she said to him, while rubbing her breasts together.

  “Willow…”

  “Get on the fucking counter, Grey.”

  Not one to mess with her, apparently, he got on the counter and lay down. His erection rested against his stomach, and Willow instantly felt hungry. She crawled up on the counter as well and looked down at him. His eyes were hazed over with anticipation of what she was going to do.

  Wanting to tease him, she lightly ran her nipples against his hardened cock, which made him twitch in excitement.

  She smiled down at him and asked, “Have you ever been sucked off by someone with a tongue ring?”

  He shook his head no as his chest rose and fell. He was so ready and primed…she should just leave him like this. Revenge would be so sweet, but she couldn’t; her desire to have him in her mouth overcame her desire to leave him hanging, so she straddled his legs and bent over his cock. She pressed her breasts together and ran them up and down the length of his cock. She enjoyed the sensation, but from the look on Grey’s face, he enjoyed it much more.

  As she leaned over him, she pressed light kisses along his tight abs and then right above his cock. She watched in fascination how every kiss she left on his stomach made his cock twitch with excitement. Her lips were like a button on his skin.

  His hand slowly crept into her hair and the gentle touch hit her hard. She shouldn’t enjoy the soft feel of his hand running through her hair, but she did. She should stop, she should pull away, stick to her original idea, but as his hand lightly ran through her hair, she lost it and ran her tongue along the length of Grey’s cock.

  “Fuck…” he drawled out.

  Once her tongue hit the tip of his cock, she sucked him into her mouth, deep into her mouth, and started rotating her piercing around his sensitive head. The hand that was once gently running through her hair was now gripping her hair, and she could feel his control slipping…just what she loved seeing happen to men.

  While her tongue ran around the tip of his cock, she squeezed the base with her hand, and started pumping him up and down while twisting.

  “Fuck me,” he shot up from the table and stared down at her while her hand was now gliding further down on his cock. His eyes blazed into hers as he watched her take his length in her mouth.

  “I’m going to come, Willow. Pull off.”

  She just smiled and took him deeper while she squeezed his balls. That was it, he was gone as he grunted and thrusted into her mouth while he came. She swallowed like a damn pro and then licked him until he was completely spent.

  Once his breathing evened out, she hopped off the counter and grabbed her water. Grey sat up on his elbows, just as Kaid walked in the kitchen. His hands shot up instantly to block the scene in front of him.

  “Christ. We have fucking rooms for a reason. What the fuck, Willow, put a damn shirt on.” Kaid left, without whatever he came in for, as he shouted, “Disinfect that shit.”

  Willow started to walk away when she heard Grey quickly get off the island while pulling up his pants.

  “Willow, wait, can we talk?”

  Turning around while gripping onto the cap of her water bottle, she shook her head. “Nope, I’d rather not talk to you. You caught me in a weak moment. I can’t leave a good erection unattended, but this doesn’t mean I like you or want to be friends again. Frankly, I can’t stand you.”

  Confusion and a “what the fuck” expression crossed his face. She didn’t give him a second glance as she walked back to her room to clean up and nurse the wound she’d opened in her heart. She should have never crossed that line, but at times, she was desperate for him, and right then and there, there was no possible way for her to walk away. She needed just a little taste of him.

  **Cruz**

  She was late again. Thoughts of her not showing up again ran through Cruz’
s head, as he paced outside the back of the house. Earlier, he heard Kaid swearing up a storm about Willow and Grey in the kitchen, and it gave Cruz hope that maybe if Willow saw him and Maelani together, she would be alright with it…that’s if Maelani ever showed up. Right now, it was looking rather bleak.

  He looked down into the pool and studied his reflection. Was there something wrong with him that had this girl continuing to ditch him? Was she playing with him? Turning him into a whipped pussy? If she was, she was doing a damn good job of it, because he pictured her everywhere he went and craved that delectable body of hers. He needed another taste.

  “Fuck,” he ran his hand through his hair as he looked around.

  What was he doing? Was he really waiting around for a girl? He could have any girl he wanted with just one little phone call, but instead, he waited outside for a girl to show up who wasn’t showing the best track record. Hell, he could go upstairs and take Willow up against the wall if he wanted to.

  “Ouch,” came a little voice from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Maelani holding back a branch and stepping forward. “Parking out here is a bitch.” A small smile decorated her face, and it was one of the most amazing things he had ever seen.

  “You made it,” he said, while walking up to her and grabbing her hand, so he could pull her into him. She fit perfectly.

  “I did, sorry about the wait. I got caught up with some work things.”

  He ignored the fact that she was tied up with work, because frankly, he didn’t quite know what that was, but he was too happy to see her to dive into the problem.

  “Come on.”

  He guided her through the house, avoiding all the main living areas, and took her up to his room in record time. With the click of his door being shut and locked, he turned toward her, grabbed her by the face, and planted a kiss on her lips.

  Her arms wrapped around him and her lips matched his kisses. She was soft and sweet, but frisky at the same time; it was almost too much for him to handle.

  “God, I’m so fucking glad you came here,” he admitted, showing his softer side that rarely came out.

  “Me too. I’ve been thinking about you ever since I left your place, and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I feel like I connected with you that day, even though there was someone else there,” she said shyly.

  Fuck, Cruz didn’t know what to do with this girl. She was so seductive at times, but then turned incredibly shy and sweet; it was a lethal combination to Cruz’s head. He’d planned on fucking her up against the door once he got her in his room, but now, with the way she was lightly biting her lip and looking up at him with those dark eyes, he knew he wanted to take his time.

  While still looking at her, he took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Next, he pulled her in close and grabbed the hem of her shirt, and in one smooth motion, he lifted it over her head, revealing her bare breasts. Cruz ran his hand over his mouth as he took her in.

  “Do you not believe in bras?”

  “It’s rare that I wear one,” she admitted. “I was blessed with some great tits, and I have no problem showing them off,” she said, the seductive side of her showing.

  “I can agree with that.”

  Cruz moved in on her and pressed his hands against her exposed breasts. His hands were cold against her heated skin; it was a dangerous combination.

  The size and weight of her breasts fascinated Cruz, as he slowly ran his hands over her nipples. She was a small girl, and anyone who saw her in passing would assume that her breasts were fake, but from what he was feeling, they were one hundred percent real.

  As he explored her breasts, she hung her head back and allowed him. He examined her lithe little body. Her tattoos that ran up her sides were extremely hot, her little dark nipples pebbled under his touch, and the column of her neck was begging to be licked.

  When he ran his hands down to her waist, to get her out of her pants, her head snapped back up and her lips were instantly glued to his as she maneuvered them to the bed. Clearly, she wasn’t in the same frame of mind for taking things slow, so he slowed her down by gently placing her on the bed.

  He grabbed her pants and took them off, loving the way she looked laying across his bed with her hair fanned out and lust in her eyes.

  Not breaking eye contact, he took off his pants and his briefs, exposing his erection. She licked her lips just at the sight of him. A boost of pure male ego ran through him from her perusal of his erection.

  Straddling her body, he leaned over her and started nibbling on her skin while his hand ran down her body to her pussy to see if she was just as turned on as he was. When he found her wet and ready to spread her legs, he groaned against her skin.

  “God, you feel so fucking good.”

  “Make me feel good, Cruz. Take me,” she whispered softly into his ear, sending chills down his back. He wasn’t expecting to feel so much with her, but her little words hit him to the core. Her body was what brought her here, but it was her soul that was making Cruz lose all control. How could it be that, from such a short encounter, he could crave a woman so much?

  “I need a condom; hold on,” he said, as he reached over to his bed stand.

  She placed her hands behind her head and waited for him, while watching with fascination.

  “Your dick is beautiful,” she murmured, making Cruz cringe.

  “Baby, don’t call my dick beautiful. You can call it something like manly or girthy; I’ll even take veiny.”

  She crinkled her nose at the last suggestion, while he hovered above her, waiting to have his evil way with her.

  “Don’t say veiny; that makes me want to dry heave.”

  “Noted,” Cruz laughed, as he lowered his mouth and started lapping at her breasts. Her nipples were so hard that Cruz thought he would explode just from the feel of them puckered in his mouth. She was so damn hot, so damn fine, and all his right now…this time, he didn’t have to share.

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned, as he switched to her other breast, while lowering his fingers to her pussy. With a small thrust, he inserted himself inside of her with his hand and slowly rubbed his thumb along her clit.

  “God, yes, yes, Cruz, right there. Keep doing that,” she cried out, being more vocal than he expected, but hell if he didn’t love it.

  “Right here,” he mumbled against her breast, while he curved his finger up to her G-spot.

  “Yes!” she cried, as her hips lifted off the bed and she twisted under him, begging for more. “Harder Cruz, harder.”

  He pressed harder on her clit with his thumb, while he bit down on her nipple at the same time. The combination had her exploding in his arms and riding her orgasm out on his fingers. When she was done, she opened her eyes and lightly smiled up at him.

  “I’m not done with you,” he warned, as he spread her legs far apart, exposing her to him.

  His erection grew harder as he gently rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy. Her eyes instantly shut and her chest started to heave again. Her arousal and orgasm made it incredibly easy for Cruz to rub his tip around the ring of her entrance, never fully inserting himself, no matter how many times she tried to thrust her hips down on him.

  “Oh, my God, please, Cruz, please, just fuck me. I can’t take it,” she writhed under him, trying to pull him down, but he stood straight as he continued to torture her and himself. He just needed to soak in the way she looked under him for a couple more seconds. He loved hearing her beg.

  “Please,” she said softly, as if she couldn’t take it anymore.

  Wanting to give her what she wanted, he stopped teasing her, took a deep breath, and ever so slowly, started to insert himself. Her tight channel wrapped around him and he gritted his teeth, trying not to lose all control the minute he was fully inside of her. She was like a damn vise around his dick, sucking him dry.

  “Motherfucker, you feel good, Maelani.”

  With her legs still spread wide, he leaned forward and pressed h
is lips against hers. Her tongue darted out and coaxed his lips. He mimicked the movement, and soon enough, he was thrusting hard into her while twisting his tongue with hers. Frenching with her at such a manic pace almost felt like he was back in high school, but he loved every second of it, while her hand ran through his hair and pulled on it.

  Her cries started to grow louder, and even though he was almost positive everyone in the house could hear them, he gave zero fucks, because watching and hearing Maelani come apart under him was, by far, the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

  Pulling away from her mouth, he pulled her breast into his mouth one last time and that was when her orgasm started to rack her body. She clamped around him, and he pumped his hips harder until he exploded and grunted out her name as rapture ran through his body. He couldn’t feel his extremities, only the connection he had with Maelani, and it was too fucking good to pull away.

  Once they both settled from their orgasms, Cruz looked down at her and kissed her nose.

  “Fuck, I’ve needed that for a while.”

  “What, you didn’t have another girl you could call up?”

  “No, I did, but I needed your pussy, Maelani. I needed you.”

  Her face went soft at his confession, and she pulled down on him, kissing him thoroughly.

  Finally, he pulled away and pulled out of her to remove the condom. After he cleaned up, he lay back down with Maelani and pulled her into his chest, something he rarely did, but with her, he wanted to hold her, to touch her, and feel her soft skin under his hands.

  “Can you stay the night?”

  “I planned on it,” she said, while nuzzling into his chest.

  “Good, because I have plans that involve fucking you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

  “Sounds perfect to me,” she cooed in his ear.

  Chapter Fourteen