I Got My Heart On You (Ronan Keating / Michael Graham / Boyzone) Fan Fiction

Fifty One

He looked at me for a moment then kissed me again. Our kisses became more passionate and it was some time before he whispered something to me that I couldn't quite catch, as his lips were still on mine. His lips left mine then planted a trail of kisses up to my ear "I said..."

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" he whispered in my ear seductively as he slipped his hands under my t-shirt. I gasped at his touch and nodded firmly. 

I had never wanted anything (or anyone) more. 

He slipped his hands around to my back and pulled me in tighter to him, kissed me passionately and let me go gasping as he reached for my hand and practically dragged me out of the sound booth.

He picked his mobile up off the side and speed dialled a number, he mumbled hello to someone and hastily gave them the studio address, then he called Gregg and told him we were going back because we were too hung-over to do any work. By the time he'd finished the calls we were outside and Ro told me we were waiting for the driver to come and pick us up. 

The journey back to the hotel was pure torture. I wanted to touch him so badly and it was clear he wanted to do the same to me. We practically ran through the hotel foyer into the lift and Ronan took advantage of the fact that we were alone to start kissing me again.

He pushed me gently, but firmly up against the wall of the lift and kissed me hungrily, his arms either side of my body gently pinning me in place. I put my arms up around his neck and pulled him into me as our kisses deepened. He was so close that I could actually feel his desire for me, and I had to restrain myself from touching him. 

The lift bell sounded, and I heard Ro groaning softly with frustration as the lift stopped. He backed out of the lift slowly, with his lips still attached to mine his hands moving down to my waist, gripping me tightly. I felt his one hand leave my waist as he fumbled in his jeans pocket for his room key.

"Front pocket Ro" I said breathlessly "my rooms right behind you".

I felt his hand in my top jeans pocket fumbling for my key. His touch so high up my leg made me gasp slightly even through my jeans. I felt him remove the key, and then heard him fumble and unlock the door behind him. We practically fell into the room, the door slamming shut behind us.

As soon as we were in the safety of the room Ro pulled my T-shirt over my head. I mirrored his actions and discarded his t-shirt next to mine on the floor. I admired his toned body as I ran my hands over his six pack and back up to his neck. I took his face in my hands gently and bought his mouth back to mine. I felt him undo my jeans and gasped as his hand made contact with my skin as he gently tugged them off me.

I stepped out of them and moved my own hands to unbuckle his belt and undid the buttons on his jeans and it was his turn to groan softly as I touched him. He bought his own hands back up to my waist and starting tracing patterns with his fingertips across my stomach, his hands moved lower I felt my knees buckle slightly as he grazed the top of my thigh with his hand. 

He picked me up and carried me over to the sofa, he laid me down on it, he kissed my stomach before gently removing my knickers and then he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. We were both so turned on that we never made it to the bed and instead consummated the beginning of our relationship on the sofa of my hotel room.

We made it to the bed eventually and both lay there contented but breathless in each others arms.

"You know. I've wanted to do that since the moment I met you..." said Ronan turning to me with a grin. I laid my head on his chest and put my arm across him. 

"You know, it's funny you should say that Ro" I said, my voice still thick with desire. He looked down at me, then grinned as he grabbed me, rolled me over onto my back and started kissing me again.