Unscripted

by Christy Pastore

  “Would you like some coffee Holliday?” Ronan’s sexy throaty Irish accent grabbed my attention, sweeping me back to reality.

  I shook my head and said, “No, I’d like something else first, please.” I fluttered my long lashes at him, cocking my head to the side, letting the covers fall to reveal a better view of my body.

  Ronan made his way towards me, taking his sweet ass time. I’m pretty sure he was doing everything in slow motion, driving me insane on purpose, waiting for him to touch me. He pulled his grey shirt over his head, tossing it across the room where it hit the back of the couch. I felt my pulse quicken as he entered the master suite through the open French doors, locking his eyes with mine. My skin began to tingle. His intense smoldering gaze was burning into me like the fire of a thousand suns. My blood was swirling in the bottom of my stomach. I drew up my knees to my chest, biting my lower lip as I watched him taking slow strides, inching closer towards the bed. Ronan Connolly had seduced me, and I was under his sexual spell. I was drunk with desire from his intoxicating scent, hot as hell body and charming personality.

  Finally, Ronan was on top of me and kissing me forcefully, deeply engulfing my mouth with the soft strength of his firm lips. When he kissed me I felt like a storm was rising beneath my skin. His pull on me was magnetic, like the force the moon has on the ocean, natural and instinctual. His hands eagerly explored my body as his tongue twisted feverishly with mine, and then he pulled back, caressing my tongue with long delectable strokes. I thought I might come at any second just from kissing this delicious man. Our bodies were so in tune with each other, every look, touch and sound prompted a reaction.

  Ronan ran his hands over my abs and then hungrily shoved my knees apart, running his finger over my pulsing clit. He tugged at my nipples with his teeth through the silk fabric of my chemise, teasing me. I gasped at the pain of my sensitive body. I was still sore from the marathon fuck fest we had only a few short hours ago.

  I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and down his back, digging my nails into his firm ass. He growled in my mouth, and that made me giggle. My hands flew to his pajama bottoms, pulling them quickly from his hips. I couldn’t seem to get them down fast enough. My body was building for him, craving for Ronan to be inside me, deep inside me. Pushing his tongue further into my mouth, I took his long thick shaft in my hands, working my grip slowly up and down, feeling every inch of him become hardened at my touch.

  “Ronan,” I panted breathlessly.

  Ronan slid two of his long skilled fingers inside me, working my body over with slow strokes. Completely turned on, I was so ready to be fucked.

  “I love how greedy you are for me, Holliday. Always wet.”

  I pulled him closer to me, sliding my tongue into his mouth, moaning in pleasure at the feel of his fingers and tongue inside my body. Our kisses grew long and deep, repeatedly licking, sucking and tasting.

  “Ronan, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I hissed. I’d never felt so alive in my entire life. I was lost to everything except him.

  “You’re so… so… completely luscious.” Moaning softly, Ronan continued to stroke in between my soft wet folds slowly, teasing me, making me eager for him. I moved my hips to meet each motion, my pussy rippling on the brink of orgasm.

  Pulling back, Ronan quickly shifted his hips down and pushed into me. I felt every wide inch of him as he plunged deeper into my core, opening me up so I could bear the brunt of his thick cock. He began fucking me with slow thrusts, each one more powerful than the last.

  “God, Holliday, and sweet Jesus you feel so good,” he moaned hoarsely.

  I bit my lip. I couldn’t seem to speak. My body ached for Ronan. I pulled my knees up, hoping he could drive deeper inside me, which I didn’t think was possible until he did.

  “That’s it my beauty, grip my cock harder. Squeeze me tight.”

  My body was building, everything was tightening, and I was so close to coming unhinged. I gripped the sheets so tight I thought my nails would tear the soft fabric.

  “Ronan, you feel so good inside me,” I whispered in his ear.

  “Come for me beautiful,” he commanded, his voice raw.

  “Why don’t you come for me?” I teased.

  “Oh I will. Don’t you worry about that, Holliday.” Trailing soft wet kisses across my collarbone he said, “I love this part of you.”

  Damn that was so hot.

  His eyes, dark and intense, were blazing into me. Ronan pressed his soft lips to mine, devouring me with kisses, biting my lip, teasing my tongue with his.

  “Ronan… Ronannnn,” I said his name as I felt my orgasm begin to take hold.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

  He grinded into me, rolling his hips, and I exploded while clenching my muscles around him. He called out my name and unleashed his climax inside me. A smile crossed his gorgeous face as he leaned down, placing the most deliciously wet kiss on my lips. My legs shook as the vibrations radiated through my body.

  “I’m not going to be able to walk right today, Ronan,” I said breathlessly.

  “Good, that means you’ll be thinking about me all day,” he said, falling on his back utterly exhausted and throwing his arm over his forehead.

  “I’m not going to survive you Ronan Connolly. You’re a sexual force to be reckoned with.”

  “I can’t handle myself around you, Holliday,” he said through panting breaths.

  We lay there basking in the enjoyment of our heated sexual exchange, trying to regroup, bringing our bodies back from full glorious euphoria.

  “Join me for a shower?”

  “I’d love nothing more,” I said eagerly.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t endure Ronan’s body anymore I welcomed another set of orgasms so powerful I thought my body would implode from his greedy need to keep fucking me. I’d never felt anything so powerful, so raw and so carnal in my entire life.

  The snow began to fall as Ronan’s car came to a stop at the corner of where my sister’s design studio and offices were located. He asked me to spend the day with him, but I told him I promised Charlotte I’d be in promptly at ten. He began kissing my neck as we sat with our fingers intertwined in the back seat of the black Mercedes.

  “Stay with me again tonight my beauty. Please… I have to leave New York in a few days. Please say you’ll stay with me.”

  I blinked at him and my heart raced. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that Ronan doesn’t live here in the same city as me, let alone the same state. I felt all the air rush out of my lungs, and I began to lose my breath. Uh… oh. No no, no, no. Not in front of Ronan. Please God, not a panic attack in front of him.

  There was only blackness as my body went limp.

  The next thing I knew I was blinking up at Ronan Connolly holding me in his arms. Looking around I discovered I was back in Ronan’s penthouse and Dr. Goodwin was with us.

  “I gave her a mild sedative, Mr. Connolly. She should be fine. She needs to rest and drink plenty of water. It was only a panic attack.”

  Only a panic attack, really? You motherfucker, I just had a fucking breakdown in front of the man I’m fucking who knows nothing of my mental state. How embarrassing.

  Ronan stood, and my face fell against the pillowcase. “Thank you doctor. I’ll make sure she rests.”

  “Oh and Mr. Connolly, make sure Miss Prescott takes her Xanax. I will check in with you in a few hours to see how she’s doing.”

  The bed was so soft and warm. I drifted back to sleep. I was tired, mentally exhausted. My body hurt, and my legs were sore.

  “What the fuck did you do to her you fucking bastard!?”

  Charlotte? My sister’s voice was shaky and she was seething with rage. Charlotte had always been overprotective of me, but that was how we’d always been, one looking out for the other.

  I sat up in the bed trying to focus, but I was kind of groggy. I saw Charlotte. She was poking her index finger into Ronan’s shoulder.
He backed away as Dean stepped between the two of them.

  “Charlotte! Stop! Nothing happened. It wasn’t Ronan’s fault,” I yelled from the master suite as I pulled the covers off, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.

  Charlotte turned to me, her mouth hanging open. She threw her hands up in the air, causing her emerald green Dior bag to swing wildly back and forth. I padded towards them feeling Ronan’s gaze burning into me.

  “Charlotte, I had a panic attack. It was brought on innocently. Ronan didn’t know that giving me the news that he was leaving New York City in a few days would be such a shock to my system. He doesn’t know my triggers.”

  Ronan whipped his head in my direction, staring at me with confusion. Charlotte’s body became more relaxed as I touched her arm. My eyes pleaded with her to retract her blazing emotional daggers from Ronan.

  “Sis, please. You know this was not his fault.”

  “Are you absolutely sure? Because if he hurt you in any way. So help me, with God as my witness, I will rip every appendage from his body starting with his fucking cock.” She huffed and glared at Ronan. Ronan’s eyes widened and he crossed his arms over his chest.

  I grabbed Charlotte by the arm, dragging her into the master suite, saying, “Charlotte, I love you, but Jesus Christ you cannot just accuse him, of all people, of hurting me. I barely know him. I don’t know if we even have anything, but he’s famous and he has money, so watch your tongue.”

  “Well, I’m famous and I have money too, so if he wants to bring it, let him. I fucking dare him to try to fuck with me,” she snapped.

  Ronan approached us slowly, his hands in the air, saying, “Ladies, I’ve never been more confused in all my life. What is going on?” He tipped his gaze in my direction. “Beauty, please what is going on? Why do you take Xanax?”

  I walked closer to Ronan. My sister was still seething.

  “Ronan, I’m taking Xanax because I suffer from panic attacks, sometimes nightmares and anxiety because of what happened to me. I assure you, I am working on it and this sort of thing is something I am trying to control.”

  Ronan looked at me with such sorrow in his eyes. He clutched me in his arms, kissing my forehead, whispering, “Your sister scares the living shit out of me, and I’d really like to keep my cock because I’m quite fond of it.”

  I let out an uncontrollable set of giggles, and I could see a half-smile cross Charlotte’s lips from the corner of my eye. Before I knew it all three of us were laughing and shaking our heads, realizing the humor in the slightly awkward situation.

  Turning on her shiny black heel, Charlotte retreated from the bedroom. She stopped when she reached the foyer, turning to face Ronan and me, saying, “Holliday, you’ve not taken a vacation the entire time you’ve worked with me. Take the next few days off and enjoy this time with your new… new boyfriend and I’ll talk to you soon.” She gave me wink and nodded towards Ronan.

  I rolled my eyes at her suggestion that Ronan was my boyfriend, like we were in high school.

  She exited the penthouse, leaving Ronan and I standing there and holding each other. The sound of our hearts beating was all I heard drumming in my ears over and over and over, slow and steady. It was the best sound in the world.

  Racks of beautiful dresses rolled into the penthouse, and I had my pick of any one I wanted. Ronan had called his contact at Saks who’d sent her assistant over with three racks of red carpet gowns and black tie designer dresses, along with bags of undergarments for each style of dress so that I could choose one for tomorrow night’s charity gala. He was spoiling me, and I didn’t mind. I spent the next hour trying on shimmering halter dresses, strapless ball gowns and flirty party dresses. Ronan’s green eyes flared with lust at the sight of me in each dress. Ultimately I selected a strapless silver, beaded column gown that had a thigh-high slit. Ronan made me feel like I was a princess. I normally hated attention being doted on me. Being showered affectionately with gifts was more my mother’s thing. Tomorrow Ronan would be taking me over to Tiffany’s to find the perfect jewels and then to Jimmy Choo for the right heels. He must not have forgotten my specifics when it came to accessories.

  Calling from the butler’s pantry, Ronan asked, “Holliday, what would you like for dinner tonight?”

  “How about steaks, medium rare, with a side of red potatoes?”

  “That’s quite specific,” he replied smoothly while leaning against one of the columns and raking his eyes over me.

  Admittedly, I knew what I wanted already because I’d browsed the hotel menu and the chef’s specials earlier when Ronan had gone to work out. He’d insisted I lie down and rest, but I hadn’t been able to power down my adrenaline.

  “What can I say?” I shrugged. “I am girl who knows what she wants. What I want is red meat and potatoes with a bottle of red wine.” Lifting an eyebrow, I casually added, “And sex for dessert.”

  Flashing a devious grin, he inched closer to me and I felt my knees buckle. Ronan swept me up in his arms and carried me to the master suite where he playfully tossed me onto the bed. Caressing my body and driving me wild with his skilled touch, Ronan brought me to the brink of orgasm and then back down, only to build me up again, each riveting climax more intense than the one before. We didn’t leave the bedroom the rest of the afternoon. Ronan nearly fucked me senseless. My legs were sore, my breasts ached and my pussy was throbbing. I closed my eyes and began to drift off to sleep, feeling satisfied and relaxed. My heart fluttered when Ronan kissed me.

  Oh crap. What the hell is this feeling?

  After dinner was over, I took a shower. I walked to Ronan’s closet and sifted through his dress shirts. I came across the white one he’d worn under the blue suit the night he’d invited me for dinner. Apparently he’d not yet had it sent out to be laundered. Carefully removing the shirt from the soft padded hanger, I slipped it on, the soft fabric feeling incredible against my skin. I could smell the scent of him on the collar, crisp and fresh like a mountain spring in winter with a hint of evergreen. I could be totally off, but whatever it was, it was intoxicating on Ronan’s skin. I pulled on a pair of red lace boy shorts and rolled up the sleeves of Ronan’s shirt.

  When I reappeared I found Ronan sitting in one of the chairs in the living room reading something sent over by messenger. I assumed it was a contract or possibly a script. The fireplace was roaring, and he was sipping a glass of whiskey. I looked out the window, noticing the crisp white snow was still falling against the blackness of the late evening winter sky. The Manhattan skyline was so magical during Christmastime, colorful, romantic and full of beauty. I had to pinch my arm to make sure I wasn’t having a dream. I couldn’t believe this was my life right now, holed up in a Manhattan penthouse with a gorgeous man whose only desire at present was keeping me sexually satisfied.

  “Ronan, what are you reading?”

  “The latest script for my next movie,” he said very matter of fact, not looking up at me.

  Called it!

  His tone was serious— he looked deep in thought. Was I getting a glimpse of Ronan Connolly at work, maybe getting in character? I sat back in silence, watching him carefully as he continued reading while running his index finger over his lips and furrowing his brow. I hoped Ronan wasn’t a method actor. That shit would annoy me.

  He shifted and caught my gaze, parting his firm lips and giving me a seductive once over. I heard him swallow hard, and then he spoke, “My beauty, you look… sexy, absolutely irresistible wearing my shirt.” He laid the papers on the coffee table and stood up, taking a step towards me. My heart thumped wildly in my chest.

  Ronan’s cell rang, just as his lips grazed mine. Smiling he said, “You’re lucky, otherwise… oh what I would have done to you just now,” he hummed.

  I heard him say Jade’s name, and he asked the person on the other end of the phone if she was all right. The conversation went on for another fifteen minutes. I could tell he was talking to the girls.

  “Okay, when I
see Holliday again I will tell her you said that my love. Daddy loves you both. Big hugs and kisses my darling girls.”

  Even the way he talked to his daughters was adorably sexy. He walked back into the room, giving me that megawatt smile and chuckling a bit.

  “Leah and Jade wanted me to tell you that they drew you more Christmas pictures. Leah said you cannot open the envelope until Christmas though,” he said with a smile.

  “Aw, that is so sweet. Your girls are too adorable.”

  He went back to reading his script, and I sat there gushing, thinking about how nice it was that Leah and Jade were still thinking about me and wondering what gave them the impression that their dad and I were “friends.” If I was dating Ronan Connolly, it was very good to know that his daughters seemed to have affection towards me.

  “What’s the script about?” I said, turning on my stomach and propping my elbows under my chin.

  “What’s that you said my beauty?” He was really concentrating. I felt bad that I’d interrupted his process.

  “Oh… sorry, I don’t want to bother you. I can see you’re deep in thought.”

  “Beauty, you can bother me anytime you want.”

  “Okay, tell me about this new movie. Are you a superhero? Oh! Are you an action star or a romantic leading man?” My eyes must have been wide-eyed because the biggest smile crossed Ronan’s lips, and he said, “Someone enjoys cinema.”

  “Yeah, I really do love movies. Charlotte and I have attended our fair share of screenings because of our stepdad, Perry. He’s a studio executive with Avalon Films.”

  “Perry Chambers is your stepdad?”

  “The one and only,” I replied with a smile.

  “I haven’t had a chance to work with Avalon yet, but maybe I will someday.” He leaned closer to me, reaching for my hand, knotting his fingers with mine. “In this film I play a photographer who captures a photo of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. In the photo I notice a young beautiful woman, and I become obsessed with trying to find her. My character uses the clues in the picture to try to track her down. Through the journey, each one of the clues prompts my mind to fantasize about what she might be like and what she does for a living. I have a vision of our first date, our wedding, our marriage and the birth of our first child. Those sequences play out between us in the film all while I roam the streets of New York City trying to find her.”