fangirl 01 - an unconventional meeting Read online

  ‘You look deep in thought,’ Frank said as took a seat next to her.

  ‘Marc told me about Kelly.’ She watched him closely for his reaction, expecting a flinch or a look of surprise, but the only response he gave was, ‘And?’

  ‘Must have been difficult to watch him go through that.’ The man shrugged.

  ‘I didn’t. I left. One day she caught me talking to him, telling him that she was completely changing him. She threatened to have my mother deported. Bitch.’

  ‘Your mother isn’t American?’

  Frank shook his head, ‘Italian. I was born here, so she was nationalised, but Kelly said she’d ensure it was done. After all, she was soon to be Mrs Marc Matthews and who the hell was I? Who would they listen to?

  ‘I told Marc, but he wouldn’t have it. So I told him to call me when he got his head out of his ass and dumped the bitch. When I got that call, he was up in New Jersey sorting out all that shit. I knew a judge up there who helped us out—he was a good guy before he passed away. Shame.’

  ‘So you don’t blame him for tweaking the system?’

  ‘Do you?’

  She chewed her lower lip and watched Marc and Tyler again. They were deep in conversation about… ice cream toppings. She chuckled.

  ‘No, no I don’t.’

  ‘Good. You hurt him, I’ll ensure you pay for it, you got it?’

  ‘Absolutely.’ She nodded firmly as she turned back to the New Yorker next to her. ‘So tell me, did you shag my best friend?’

  Now that got a reaction from the man.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  After all the ice-cream his son had eaten, Tyler crashed pretty quickly. When Tyler had realised Ellie was there, he asked if she’d tuck him into bed. Marc watched with warmness as she signed a story to the boy, while he desperately tried to keep his eyes open.

  Marc had to admit, he’d been surprised Ellie had smiled at him so warmly, on his return. She had even pressed a kiss to his cheek as she took Tyler from him and carried him to his room herself.

  Frank had winked at Marc before he left, telling Marc he’d left him a present on the table. When he’d checked, there was a box of condoms in a plain pharmacy bag. He’d laughed. He now had two boxes. He’d give it a go, but doubted they’d get through one, never mind both that night—if Ellie still planned on staying with him, that was.

  He played with the box as he watched her; what did she really think of him? A manipulative bastard? A spoilt playboy used to getting what he wanted, no matter what the cost—financially or morally? He closed his eyes and took a breath to calm his nerves.

  His mind hadn’t wanted him to, but his heart had found someone and, if she gave him a chance, he’d love to spend the rest of their time together—however long that would be—ensuring she knew he would never hurt her, never use his money or anything else he had access to, to have power over her. He’d swear it on his knees if he had to.

  ‘Marc.’ Ellie’s husky voice was right next to him and he opened his eyes in surprise. Tyler was flat out, snoring quietly, oblivious to the world around him. Marc gazed down at her and she smiled shyly.

  ‘I see you found part of the reason I left the panel,’ she chuckled quietly. He raised his brows at that.

  ‘These were from Frank,’ he murmured, a little embarrassed that everyone knew what he had planned for that night.

  ‘Oh.’ She grinned. ‘Two boxes—think we have enough?’

  He wrapped his arm around her, a weight lifting from his chest as he realised not only was she sticking around, but she’d also prepared for their time together too. ‘If you also have a pack, then we have three.’

  ‘Three?’

  ‘I asked Jen to get me a pack.’ A wide smile spread across Ellie’s face.

  ‘Better to be over-prepared than under,’ she told him sagely; he nodded his agreement.

  ‘We don’t have to do anything,’ he told her. He needed her to know there were no expectations being placed on her that night. He’d never expect anything of her.

  ‘I know.’ She stepped up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. ‘I want to,’ she said as she pulled away, the box now in her hand. She smiled at him and headed toward his bedroom, a little sway in her step.

  He checked on his son and snuggled Mr Wheresbears next to him before he switched off the light and followed Ellie to his bedroom.

  She stood in front of the large bed, the lamps dimmed, dressed only in her underwear and high heels. She made a mouth-watering sight and for a moment he couldn’t move as he processed what he was seeing.

  She was dressed in a dark red set this time, but it may well not have existed at all. The bra was made of sheer netting, a half-cup barely covering her nipples. The panties she wore… Could they even be called that? Made of the same material as the bra cups, he could see everything. Only two pieces of ribbon, the same dark red as the rest of the outfit, wound their way around her hips.

  ‘You do this on purpose, don’t you?’ he asked as he raised his eyes to hers. His cock, which had already been creeping up as he’d watched her walk away, was now screaming for release from within the tight confines of his jeans.

  ‘You approve?’ she said with amusement as she turned around to give him the full view. He swore that hoarse noise did not come from him. Her backside was completely bare; the two ribbons met at the small of her back and were joined by a third piece that ran from between the perky globes of her ass to form a pretty bow. He wanted to fall at her feet and worship her completely. Offer himself for her to do whatever she wanted.

  But most of all, he wanted to undo that bow.

  She looked over her shoulder at him with mock coyness, batting her eyelashes. She raised her hand and bade him come hither; it was all he needed. He was across the room in three strides, his arms around her mostly naked flesh as his hands sought to touch everywhere he could.

  He bit his lip as she wiggled her tempting rear against his confined length. He roughly grabbed her hips to keep her still, or else he was going to bend her over and just damn well take what he wanted. That wasn’t how he planned on doing this. He had thought they would make love, slowly, gently, but Ellie was making that very difficult.

  ‘Tell me how you want this,’ he breathed against her ear. ‘Or I’m going to end up bending you over and just taking you.’

  ‘Bloody hell, Marc,’ she moaned as she tried to wiggle against him again. He had to tighten his grip to stop her, but it only seemed to make her try harder. ‘Love it’—her voice cracked—‘when you talk dirty. I want you to do exactly that, just make me yours. Take control and do what you want.’

  Who was he to argue if she wanted to be ravished by him? But fuck just taking her. It wouldn’t matter if he had been celibate for five or fifty years, he’d always ensure she came first—no pun intended!

  He drew her hair back before he gently bit at her shoulder, mouthing along her collar bone until it met at her neck. She threw her head back and hissed in pleasure at the pressure when he sucked at her skin. Her hips undulated against him, gently thrusting to tell him that she wanted him, needed him, but he wasn’t going to rush this. Oh, he would fuck her, good and hard, but she’d be begging him to do so first. He was going to unwrap her, take her apart until all she knew was him and nothing more.

  He pushed her forward, gently guiding her to bend over and nudged her legs apart slightly. His hands entwined with hers as he brought them down onto the bed in front of her.

  ‘Leave them there,’ he commanded as he withdrew his own, tracing back up her arms before dropping them to her waist and feeling her stomach quiver under his touch.

  Her fingers flexed against the sheets and he felt her forcefully push back and grind against him like an inexperienced virgin trying to figure out what felt good. His hands grabbed her hips so tight he swore he was going to leave fingerprint bruises.

  To a mew of protest, he stepped back and took her in. She was a sight to behold, bent over the bed, her hips moving minutely as s
he sought the friction denied by his absence.

  He ran a hand down the ribbon that dipped between her legs. She moaned wantonly at the action, bucking backwards as his fingers grazed and caressed her already wet pussy.

  He slipped his fingers under the netted part of her panties and sought her clit. She shuddered when he found it and caressed it softly, felt her knees weaken slightly before she bucked against his digits, trying to get him to give her more.

  ‘Marc,’ she panted as she pushed down on his finger. ‘C’mon, I want it.’

  ‘Not yet.’ His voice wavered at the thought of just undoing his jeans, pushing that scrap of material to one side and sliding into her. Instead, as he enticed those sounds from her, he fell to his knees, pushed her legs a little wider, and flicked his tongue out to run it along that ribbon before he captured her taste.

  ‘Marc!’ she cried and he knew she was close, that she already cresting a wave of pleasure. He preened knowing that it was him that sent her this wild, his touch alone that made her lose complete control.

  ‘No,’ he told her firmly. ‘You’re going to come on my cock or not at all.’

  He withdrew his fingers and ran them down the fabric of the panties to hold them to one side as he took another sample of her delicious taste. He circled her entrance, taking pleasure in her whines of desperation before he pushed inside. She writhed on his tongue, grinding back against his face as she tried to take more of it, demanding him to satisfy her in ways he imagined she hadn’t been satisfied before.

  ‘Fuck, Marc! Please!’ she begged.

  He forced himself to stop, to pull away from the delectable nectar she had to offer. As he stood up he unfastened his jeans and pulled them down and off, finally freeing his cock that twitched and threatened to spill at his own touch. He squeezed himself to stop such an event as he looked for one of the condoms.

  ‘On the bed,’ she panted and managed to point one finger toward them, still obeying his demand that she not remove her hands from the sheets. He hurried to get one open, and when he finally rolled it down his cock he shuddered at the sensation.

  Fuck. He probably wouldn’t last as long as she had and, for a moment, he considered wearing a second to help him, but there’d already be a barrier between them, he didn’t want more. He didn’t really want any, but they would deal with that when they figured out their future.

  He squeezed the base of his cock again as he came up behind her and dropped kisses down the bend of her spine. When he reached the small of her back, where that damn bow was, he pulled at it with his teeth. Ellie’s panties slithered to the floor, unhindered by her parted legs and finally exposing her to him completely. With his cock in hand he caressed it down her arse cleft until it aligned with her pussy, then pushed in ever so gently, just enough to let her know he was there, but no way near enough to enter her properly.

  ‘Up on the bed,’ he told her through clenched teeth, as he withdrew. She groaned at his command, but began to crawl up the mattress slowly, her arse wiggling back and forth provocatively, giving him tantalising glimpses of what he was about to take.

  He came up behind and guided her up on her knees.

  ‘Ellie,’ he whispered into her ear as he brought her down onto his lap, positioning her above his throbbing length. She whimpered as he held her steady, not allowing her to just drop herself onto him like she wanted. Instead, Marc gently lowered her, sheathing himself inch by inch.

  She was tight. So fucking tight! He screwed his eyes closed as he braced himself for a moment and took a couple of deep breaths to stop himself from coming there and then.

  ‘Marc,’ she begged. ‘You’re going to kill me if you don’t move.’

  ‘I want you to know,’ he told her, as he slipped one hand from her hip up to her neck to turn her face to him. ‘That you are the most beautiful and sensual woman I have ever met. That from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different, I just didn’t realise how special.’

  ‘Oh, Marc,’ she sighed and leant back to kiss him. He chose that moment to move and relished her gasp against his mouth. He guided her to ride him, as he’d imagined numerous times over the weekend, helping her to move up, slowly, with excruciating pleasure, before sliding back down. His breath hitched as she clenched around him and found her own rhythm, her little mews and moans of pleasure intensifying with every movement.

  He allowed his hands to wander her body as his lips sought the bare skin of her shoulders and peppered them with kisses. He pulled down the stupidly small cups of her bra, exposing her nipples to the air and to his hands. He ran his fingers over the already hard buds and smirked against her neck as she moaned his name.

  She ground down harder against him and he pushed back, meeting her thrust for thrust as she took what she wanted.

  ‘Harder—oh, God!—harder, Marc,’ she groaned as she began to pick up the pace, shifting slightly to allow herself to move faster. He slipped his hand between her legs and sought that magical nub that would make her scream with ecstasy.

  ‘What are you—?’ her question cut off with a gasp when he found what he was looking for, and gently massaged it. Her hips bucked and broke her rhythm as she cried out at the sensation.

  ‘Marc, I haven’t—’ She shook her head as she tried to work out how to accommodate the caress of his finger into the motion.

  ‘Have you ever come,’ he murmured as he kissed his way up her neck, ‘with something in you?’ His suspicion was confirmed when she shook her head and he picked up the pace.

  ‘Come on, Ellie,’ he encouraged. ‘Fuck me, take what you want. Just enjoy—’ He took in a breath as he began to feel the crest of his own pleasure building. He moved his finger faster, pressed a little harder and triumphed as he felt her quiver and shake before she threw her head back to rest on his shoulder as she cried out her completion.

  ‘Oh, God,’ she panted as she shook with her orgasm. ‘I’ve never—fucking hell!’ she breathed as she slowed her hips.

  He pushed her forward, so she could get to her hands and knees.

  ‘Gorgeous,’ he breathed as he took charge now, thrusting into her with quick snaps of his hips as she still trembled with tiny aftershocks. ‘You have got no idea how beautiful you are when you let go, when you just lose yourself in passion. Ellie, you drive me mad with want and need.’

  She whimpered and dropped herself to her elbows as she allowed him total control. He held her hips firmly as he snapped his hips forward, feeling that pressure building low in his gut. ‘Fuck, I just want to tie you to my bed, ready and willing for whenever I want to use you.’ He growled at the image he painted in his head of her being a willing slave for him.

  ‘Oh shit,’ he choked as his hips faulted. He tried to hold on as long as he could, but found it impossible. ‘You make me lose control of myself, Ellie. Before I laid eyes on you I was so tightly controlled, not just my body, but my life. Fuck—’

  His own orgasm hit him hard, tilting the world on its axis. He gripped her hips tightly to stop himself falling on top of her and crushing her.

  When he got his breath back, he pulled himself out and dealt with the condom, before turning back to the woman who had wrung him out, physically and emotionally. The beautiful creature who, with barely any effort, had shattered the walls he’d carefully built around himself over the years.

  She lay on her side and gazed up at him sleepily, as he returned to the bed. He pulled the covers back, helped her to remove her bra before she got underneath the sheet, and switched off the lights as he slipped in beside her.

  ‘We are doing that again,’ she murmured into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. ‘After I’ve had a little nap.’ He chuckled as he stroked her hair, feeling, for the first time in a long time, at peace with himself.

  ‘I told you,’ she continued as she nuzzled her nose against the light hairs on his chest. ‘I want an Ellie imprint on this mattress.’

  He groaned and tightened his hold on her.

  H
e never wanted to let her go.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Monday

  Ellie woke up slowly and stretched like a cat as she relished the warmth of the bed and the luxuriously comfortable mattress beneath her. She was far from a morning person; in general, she would hit the snooze button three or four times before begrudgingly climbing out of bed, but this morning she just felt so damn satisfied and happy.

  It could have been a consequence of all the endorphins buzzing about her body after the multiple, toe curling orgasms of the night before.

  They hadn’t used a whole box of condoms, but they’d certainly put a dent in it. Sex had never felt as good for her as it had in Marc’s arms; he had ensured that every time he touched her it ended in her screaming—usually his name—in pleasure, and while she thought she had a good handle on providing her own gratification, Marc had certainly taught her a thing or two. It was a crime that he’d been celibate for so long, but one she was happy to pay the penalty for.

  ‘So you’re awake finally,’ Marc’s voice, still gruff from sleep, rumbled in her ear as his hand slid over the bare skin of her stomach.

  ‘Mm,’ she managed as she rolled over to face him and pressed a kiss against his lips. ‘Have you been awake long?’

  ‘No,’ he kissed her nose. ‘How are you feeling? Sore?’ He guided her to roll onto her back and lowered his hand to her thighs, tracing his fingers up to the apex of her legs. She shuddered as he brushed her sex and allowed her legs to fall open to his explorations.

  ‘I’m good,’ she said a little breathily, as his fingers began to spread her again, his middle finger slipped down to her entrance and carefully stroked her to check.

  ‘You think we could…?’ She moaned when he pushed his finger inside, her hips lifting off the bed to meet him and allowing him to go deeper. She’d never got off on penetration before, but Marc’s touch just seemed to ignite something within her.