Unscripted (8 page)

Fuck me.
That’s
some
invite for sex. That wasn’t the look of rage in Ronan’s eye that was the look of pure sexual appetite, and he had a craving for my body.

We barely made it to the penthouse at The York without tearing each other’s clothes off. We made out like teenagers in the backseat of the Mercedes. Hungry… starved in our lust for one another. Ronan demanded that Dean drive through every yellow and red light in the city. He made me take off my tights in the car. I did as I was instructed, but I didn’t let him touch me. It wasn’t for Ronan’s lack of trying, because he really tried. He was in a hurry to get me into bed.

The elevator ride was excruciating, stopping on damn near every floor only intensified the ache I had between my legs. Ronan couldn’t keep his hands off me. It was thrilling how much he desired my body.

He lowered his mouth to my ear and murmured, “I cannot wait to be buried deep,
deep
inside you.”

Tipping my gaze, I looked up at him, finding myself completely lost in the depths of his eyes. All I could manage to say was his name, as I ran my hand the length of his arm.

We finally arrived to the top floor and he pushed open the door of the penthouse, peeling off my coat and my scarf, as well as his, and dropping them all to the floor of the foyer. His eyes never left mine as he tore my black lace panties from my body. I’d never wear those again, and they were my favorite pair. His jeans came down and he lifted me onto the credenza. Shoving my skirt up over my hips he pushed deep into me.

“
Ahhhhh
,” I sucked in a breath.

“
Holliday, are you okay? Am I hurting you? You’re tight, but really wet,” he said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
I nodded and replied, “No… this feels
good
.”

“
Fuck Holliday, you’re goddamn perfect,” he groaned. “Jesus, I’m so fucking hard.”

All this dirty talk. No man had ever spoken to me like this while having sex. Well, there was
one
other man who loved to talk dirty, but not nearly as explicitly as Ronan. I had to admit while it was shockingly crude at first, I rather enjoyed it.

“
Holliday, I want to hear you calling out my name with searing pleasure because I’ve satisfied you.”

“
Ronan...”

“
Say my name again...”

Ronan worked my body in ways I never knew were possible, his hips continually grinding into me, taking deep strokes and then short thrusts. It was like he had a pleasure formula on how to make me come.

“
Yes… yessss…” I gasped as he squeezed my ass pounding into me, over and over.

“
My name, Holliday…”

My nails clawed his neck. “
Ronan…
”

“
You feel so good right now,” he whispered in my ear.

I wanted lick his skin off,
he
tasted so fucking good. He made
me
feel so fucking good. No man had ever driven me to such dizzying heights. I thought I might pass out from the pure bliss of him fucking me.

I threaded my fingers through his luscious locks, twisting the pieces between my fingers. I tried to kiss him again, but he pulled back saying, “I want to see your eyes when I make you come. No kissing.”

Fucking shit, that was hot.

His gaze on me was intense. I couldn’t look away. I felt as if I was revealing my entire soul to him in this moment.

“
Ronan… yes…
yessssss
,” I screamed as the orgasm took hold of me in a rush.

He gripped me tighter, thrusting inside me faster, going deeper into my core. The tremors pulsating through my muscles were incredible. I could feel my toes curling in my heels. I had to kick them off my body, as if freeing them from my feet would cause the high-voltage tremors to leave, and I would no longer endure these explosive shocks.

“
That’s right my beauty, you feeling all of this?
I
did this to you. This is how your body will always feel when I’m inside you.”

“
Ronan, please… oh please stop… I can’t take it anymore. It’s all too much,” I pled in desperation.

“
Holliday, I’m not done with you just yet. You
will
come again for me,” he hissed.

He continued driving inside me. I needed him to stop or I was going to shatter into a million pieces. With one final thrust Ronan came inside me and let out an intense groan as his glimmering green eyes screwed shut. The vibrations ripped through me like electric pulses shocking my core bringing me to climax once more. He kissed my lips, not making any movement to ease out of me. We stayed entwined for what seemed like forever.

“
Holliday,” he murmured against my lips, “I’m going to let you rest a bit, and then I’m going to fuck you again until you beg me to stop.”

Ronan released his firm grip he had on me while lifting my limp body off of him. He held his hands around my waist, keeping me from crumbling to the hard tile floor. When I was able to sort of stand on my own, Ronan used one hand to pull up his jeans. The other hand moved me against the wall for support as he gently gripped my shoulder. Then he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. I was utterly weakened— my entire body felt like a wobbly Jell-O mold.

Yum, Jell-O sounds delicious right now.

He pushed me down on to the plush feather comforter that covered the bed. I lay there feeling completely satisfied enjoying the mini aftershocks going off in my body. Ronan began to take off his clothes, sliding his jeans back down over his god-like body. I bet he spent hours in the gym. He was in very excellent shape. I wanted to reach up and unbutton his shirt, but I was too weak still. I couldn’t move. I had been sexually paralyzed by Ronan Connolly. Removing his shirt, he exposed his sculpted shoulders and broad chest that was dusted with light hair. He was all man, and in this moment, he was all mine.
Oh and for the record, there were no camera tricks used in the Velocity ads where the size of Ronan’s cock was concerned.

He came towards me from the end of the bed, seducing me with every glaring glance.

There he goes again— putting that spell on me.

Slinking towards me his hands did all the work, caressing my legs up to my thighs. Ronan told me earlier he was going to let me rest. I wasn’t done resting. His thumb brushed against my pussy and over my throbbing clit. My head fell back when I felt him slip two fingers inside me.

“
God,
Holliday
,” he rasped, “I cannot wait to have you again.” His fingers curled inside me, the heat and the friction driving me insane.

Jesus. I am not going to survive Ronan Connolly.

“
Ronan… please… I need you to…” I managed to say through moans. His fingers left my body— I groaned at the loss.

“
I’ll give you what you need, beauty.”

He lifted me up gently, removing the black sweater from my slender frame, tossing it to the floor. Next he freed my skirt from my body, and my head sank back into the feather pillows on the bed.

Trailing his tongue against my bare flesh, he whispered, “Now, my beauty, what do you need from me?”

“
I
need
…
your fingers… your tongue… inside me.” My breath caught in my throat as I tried desperately to get the words out.

Closing my eyes I gripped the white comforter tightly, as if I was holding on for dear life. Knowing what he might do to me next would send me over the edge of a euphoric cliff.

He stopped touching me. I opened my eyes wondering what was causing the delayed sensual assault to my body.

“
Holliday, you have two scars between your thighs and one on your hip.”

Right the scars.
Every fucking time, and I hated explaining. I wasn’t sure whether to lie or tell the truth.

“
Yes, I know. I also have one on my back and underneath my shoulder.”

“
I thought I saw the shadow of a removed tattoo on your shoulder the other night.”

Nope, I wish it was that simple.

Ronan ran his finger over the one on my hip, very gently asking, “What happened?”

“
I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to fuck me again,” I said bluntly.

“
Holliday, you have marks on your body, and I’d like to know what happened and who or what put them there.” His eyes pleaded with me, gazing with a warm sadness. “Talk to me, beauty.”

This was the first time a man had insisted on knowing about the scars instead of just fucking me when I asked. I didn’t want Ronan to look at me with such sorrow or pity. My body stiffened. I sat up, drawing my knees to my chest and clutching my arms around my body, shielding his gorgeous eyes from my ugly scars.

“
Ronan… I’m not sure you can handle it,” I said softly.

“
Beauty, what are you talking about? I can handle it, I promise. I’m tougher than I look,” he said, giving me that sexy half-smile. Moving closer, he sat next to me, pulling me in tight to his chest and wrapping the comforter around us. Ronan’s heart was beating at a slow steady rhythm. My head rose and fell with each breath he drew into his perfect body.

“
Holliday, talk to me please.”

“
Okay, just remember you asked for this,” I said, feeling him kiss the top of my head. “A little over two years ago when I lived in California I was tortured, raped and beaten for nearly ten hours.”

“
Jesus! Holliday. What the fuck?”

Yup! Knew that was coming.

I continued with my tale of woe. “I know. I’ll get to that. A guy, an ex-boyfriend, we had just broken up at a party a few days before… he and his three fucking asshole friends did this to me.”

“
I’m so sorry, Holliday. I… I don’t know what to say.”

“
I know. It’s okay. No one really knows what to say when I tell them what happened to me,” I said while stroking his chest.

“
That Thursday I’d come home early. I had taken the afternoon off to prep for a work event later that night. My ex hadn’t given me back my key yet, which is how he got into my home where he and his sadistic friends were waiting for me. They were eating my food and drinking all my booze when I walked in. I had surprised them, but my ex, he walked around the corner and grabbed me and threw me to the couch where he began hitting me repeatedly. He told me I was no good. He went on to say that I was a whore and needed to be treated like the fuck rag I was.”

Ronan shifted, moving around to look at me. He cupped my chin in his hand, saying, “Oh, my beauty, you are anything but no good. I hope you know that.”

I smiled at him and said, “I do Ronan. I’ve been in therapy a long time. I’m getting better and stronger all the time.” Threading my fingers with his, I continued. “The verbal abuse went on for hours. He and his jerkoff friends just yelled at me while they got drunk and rifled through my things. They spent their time breaking valuables, putting on my lingerie and parading around the house acting like animals. They even smashed all my DVD’s and destroyed all my electronics. My house, my personal space, was a disaster zone. I screamed and screamed and no one could hear me. I was beyond terrified.”

Ronan tried to speak, but I just placed my finger to his lovely luscious lips and went on with my story. He closed his eyes and drew my palm up to his mouth, gently kissing it and continuing kissing down to my wrist, all the way to the inside of my elbow. My heart swelled. This beautiful man just let me go on and on about my life history, even though I could see it was painful for him to hear about this ugly event which was true life and not a story written on the pages of a movie script.