blind eyes

15 Ryan

Author's Note: Two things. The first being that this chapter contains a warning, as it is entirely smut. If that's not your thing, please skip and you will be able to figure out what happened with the next chapter. Secondly, I feel like I say this a lot lately but THANK YOU for all your comments, likes, and, most importantly, your patience with my slow updates. I have not forgotten "The Nightmare Before Christmas," and I have a zillion new things in the works. I am simply just very busy with work and haven't had as much time for updates lately. I do apologize - but you're not rid of me yet! :P

This girl was absolutely gorgeous and so entirely out of his league. She had been working at the club tonight, chaotically mixing drinks behind a very busy bar as the band rocked a sold-out crowd. Afterward, he wasn't exactly sure how they had managed to get here but here they were, and her long legs were crossed as she leaned back across his hotel bed and smirked. "Do you do this often?" she batted her obviously fake lashes.

He was so uncomfortable that he was struggling to find the words to answer her simple questions. Fighting for a break in his anxiety, he was clutching a cold beer that he'd stolen off the bus. "Actually, no," he laughed awkwardly. "Not at all."

Her long, beachy waves of platinum blonde hair spilled across his mattress as she fought to arch her back and accentuate her chest without appearing obvious. For Ryan, this was unnecessary as she had a ridiculous body full of luscious curves, and he was already responding to her physically. Instead it was his fumbling mental faculties that were struggling to catch up and play along.

She patted the bed beside her and grinned. "You actually look frightened, Ryan. Come sit. I promise that I will bite you, but only if you ask me too."

At this point in the night he was so uncomfortable he had gone mute. Torn between needing a physical release and knowing that what he was doing was wrong on so many levels, he admitted defeat and tossed himself down beside the beautiful woman. "Shawna, I'm not sure that this is a—"

Her lips crushed his instantly. Instead of demanding entry with her tongue, she nipped him gently and laughed into his flesh. "Calm down, Ryan. Seriously, why are you so uptight?"

Taking a deep, ragged breath, he tried to allow himself the permission to follow her orders. "I'm just ..." his voice trailed off and he blushed. "I'm fucking awkward. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Shawna urged him, tapping his plush bottom lip with a perfectly-manicured fingernail. "You're sexy as all hell and I'm not so bad, am I?"

"You're gorgeous," he confessed, continuing to blush. "In fact, why would you want to be with a dude like me?"

She was now moving with the grace of a panther as she lowered herself down onto the floor, kneeling in front of him and gazing up with a thinly-veiled hunger. Rubbing the tips of her nails slowly over his denim clad thighs, she purred. "You're sweet, Ryan, but I think we both know what this is, right? I want to say that I fucked a hot rockstar and you clearly have someone that you're trying desperately to forget for an hour or so. So, quit being so nervous! I don't expect a marriage proposal, baby. I just want you to show me what you can do with your cock."

Speechless at her bluntness, Ryan gaped in awe as she reached forward and grasped the button of his jeans. She made quick work of his zipper, then forced him to lift his hips up and allow her to lower his pants and boxers to the floor. Seconds later she fished his semi-erect length from his pants, clutching it tenderly in her soft hand. "Nice," she grinned as she assessed his body. Licking her lips, she rubbed her thumb slowly over the slit in his glans and spread an already present bead of pre-cum around his tip as he continued to grow. "You have a great cock," she promised him, "nice and thick."