Wildest Dreams

Kells is playful; there are times Y/N could swear he was flirting, and she cannot tell if he’s joking or not. She also can’t tell if he is flirting, whether it’s because he’s attracted to her or because any woman of an appropriate age and decent appearance is a potential one-night stand. A cum dumpster.

Y/N had been hired roughly about a year ago to be one of the dancers, her talent and abilities instantly caught Ashleigh's attention. Now here she was touring with the guys and even being featured in some of his music videos. She got along well with Kells somehow they were comfortable enough around each other to be completely open and honest. She found herself being attracted to him more and more, she didn't dare tell him for fear of ruining their friendship. Catching feelings could potentially be dangerous especially in the entertainment industry so she kept it to herself.

Y/N tried her best to act normal dating guys giving off no indication of her true feelings. But it seemed like every date she went on inevitable ended up a disaster. She came home one night from one such date, one 'prince charming' decided he was going to hit on the waitress that was it date over. It was still rather early but she decided to head back to the hotel shower and find something to watch on Netflix. Letting out a sigh of frustration she tossed her purse and keys on the oversized chair in the corner of her room. It was getting harder and harder to resist the primal urges she had and she needed a release.

The shower could wait a bit besides maybe an orgasm would release some of the tension she felt. Y/N stripped down naked laying down on the bed, all she had to do was close her eyes and think about Kells and that's all it takes to get her worked up. Y/N moves her hands over her body imagining they are his hands. She moves them along her  curves, feeling her hips, her breasts, her thighs. Circling around on her body she lets them drift over her belly and up under her shirt. Her hands move dreamily over her skin. The feel of her fingertips is feather light.

She instantly feels the desire pulsing in her cunt. Heat shoots through it, needing to intensify the feelings, she  moves her hand back down over her belly and slip it into her panties. Giving in, she begins to move her fingers in small circles. A small moan escapes her lips, she was so focused she didn't hear the door that joined her hotel room to Kells open. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight before him. "Y/N are you masterbating?" The low almost sensual growl of his voice caused her eyes to snap open instantly. Fuck this was rather embarrassing bet he actually finds this amusing she thought her face turning red.

"I can give you a way better orgasm than those pretty little fingers of yours." The warmth of his breath causing goosebumps. Was this really happening? Or was this a dream and she hasn't woken up. Here she was about to have her wildest dream come true if this was a dream she didn't want to wake up. Kells imagined her body in various sexual poses. He is now hovering over her carefully running his hands over her body he wanted so badly to bury himself into and hear her scream his name.

His tongue darts across her lower lip and she opens her mouth, deepening the contact as she throws her arms around his neck to hold herself to him.  It’s so fucking surreal; she’s thought about this for…goddamn. Over a year. He grins and kisses her again and again—she will never grow tired of his kisses, she’s sure, but Christ, she wants more.  She’s eighteen and hasn’t been fucked in nearly seven months. If Kells thinks she doesn’t want him inside of her, like, yesterday, he’s never been more wrong. He cups one of her breasts brushing his thumb over the nipple. When Y/N whimpers he squeezes, and brings his lips to the junction between her jaw and ear. He leans down sucking a mark on her neck causing her to moan out. He has her pressed against him and one hand splayed across the small of her back and fingertips touching her ass Y/N feels nearly out of breath her heart hammering in her chest. She gasps  when he grips her hair and pulls her head back to leave another mark on her neck.