The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter V

"Russell... Russell," Monica moaned under his tight grasp on her breast and her bottom, kissing down her neck, down her collarbone, sucking here and there, earning her pleasurable moans. Her fingers ran down his abs, which glistened in the moonlight. He was sweaty, his abs wet, he moved in for their lips to meet...

Monica sprung forward in bed, wiping her face of sweat. What the hell? It was a dream of Russell she was having. Why was she doing this? Why was she so stuck on him? He was nothing special. Well, that was a lie. He was special, he was different. Monica just couldn't decide whether he was a good different. He was demanding, which if he wasn't so attractive, Monica would have easily dismissed. But to her unfortunate fortune, he was attractive. His body was fine as hell. His style was fine as hell. His voice was fine as hell.

Monica slapped herself with her pillow. Oh, God, she was in deep. Why was he so confident? His confidence was fine as hell. Monica could never have that much sexual confidence. That's why she found Russell sometimes intimidating.

She went for her phone and slammed her finger down on Russell's name as fast as possible. Was she moving too fast? No, what about Sean. She pressed the red button and ended the call. Sean... Damn you. Why can't you be here instead of in LA? She dialed Russell's number again, not caring it was three AM. The phone rang several times. Shit, Monica why are you so stupid? Why would you call this late? He's going to know he has you wrapped around his finger, Monica's thoughts haunted her.

"Need me already?" He asked into the phone, his voice terribly raspy. God, it was so sexy.

"Get your ass over here," Monica didn't even recognize her own seductive voice. She took a handful of her sheets and gripped it in her hands as hard as she could to push away the fantasies that had her throbbing.

"Well, someone's a little demanding this morning, aren't they?" He said playfully.

"Don't play with me," I growled again. "Come here," she ordered the address at him and told him to come here as fast as he could. Monica had no idea and she would like to think that if Sean was here, she would be ordering him to come over, basking in her horniness, but she knew that was not the case. She wanted Russell for some odd reason. Hopefully, she could come to the bottom of it. Maybe tonight.

In twenty minutes, Monica's phone chirped with a text message. She ran out of her room, still eager as ever to see Russell to touch him. She made sure creep past Desiree's room, creep down the stairs and down to the door. She opened the door, praying it didn't creak open. Russell was standing there, looking at Monica like she was crazy.

"Your a grown ass woman," He said in a loud voice. Monica shushed him, pushing her fingers to his full lips seductively. Russell couldn't help but nip at her finger. "Why do you have to creep around? Is your sister like a 26 year old virgin?"

Monica pushed the door closed behind them and nodded. "Twenty four. And actually, she is. She won't have sex until she's married. And, if she found out I was screwing another man while I have Sean, she'd tell him and then kill me." He seemed to consider this, then nodded agreeing with her. She grabbed his hand and yanked him up the stairs as quietly as possible, then shutting her door, locking it. Monica and Russell just stood there. What had she gotten herself into? Was Russell going to act all awkward with her? She really hoped not, she wanted to get to business. Giving her no time to think, as normal, he pushed her against the wall, looking down at her, staring deep into her eyes. They paused, standing there for what felt like minutes, before he crashed his lips upon hers. Monica didn't have any time to think before he forced his tongue into her mouth, opening her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed more and more. His hands were cold, but they found their way to her small waist. He tugged at her shirt. She broke the kiss and took her shirt off faster than he could even imagine. Just to Russell's luck, Monica was not wearing a bra which revealed much more than he was expecting.

"Woah," He breathed, taking a moment to gaze at them fully. "They're so... beautiful... perfect." That was the first compliment Russell had given to Monica. And it was about her breasts. Classy. He groped her sensually, as he bit her bottom lip and tugged it. She grabbed his hand, leading him to her bed. Monica had no idea what she was thinking, but she wanted Russell more than anything. She spun him around and pushed him hard on his chest, making him fall upon the bed. She tackled him slowly, gripping his thighs.  He lied down, Monica taking no time to lay on top of him. Their lips pressed together again, but Russell spun Monica around underneath him. She squealed with delight, then covered her mouth trying to make sure Desiree didn't hear anything. "Shhhh," Russell breathed into her neck, beginning to kiss her collarbone. He slid his hand slyly into her pants, caressing her.

"Be quiet," he cooed sensually. HIs large hand covered her mouth as he caressed her slow and then faster. She didn't know anything about this man but he definitely knew what she liked. Monica began to moan faster and faster and louder, but luckily they were suppressed by Russell's large hand. Monica reached for Russell's elastic band, but he pushed her hand away and covered her combination of whining and moans with his full, soft lips.

"I want too..." She whined but Russell shook his head and kissed her harder moving his hand faster, sticking his middle finger in her. "Ooooooooh!" Russell covered her mouth before she could be any louder. They both stopped and listened to make sure Desiree couldn't hear. They both say in silence, Russell's hand still down Monica's pants. After waiting a couple minutes, Monica let out a small laugh. She imagined Russell was going to laugh along with her but he didn't. He shook his head, taking his hand out of her crotch and grabbing his keys and phone. Monica sat up in the bed, raising her eyebrows and covering her full breasts.

"What are you doing?" She whispered at him. She could see he had an angry expression and she couldn't tell why.

"I don't want to fucking do this," He growled angrily. "Next time, my place." Monica was taken aback by his harsh tone. She found her shirt and put it over her head, covering himself.

"What are you talking about? This has been fun," Monica didn't want to argue with Russell but he made her feel good, and she wanted to finish.

"No, it's not fun sneaking around like this..." Russell said, irritated. "It's like fucking high school and we're adults." He rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving Monica aroused and alone.