I internally groan. I’m exhausted. I’m tired of trying to get off only to be left softer than a damn marshmallow. Those girls can’t get my dick up.There’s one who can.
Nope, can’t go there. Even if just the thought makes my cock twitch.
I grab a towel off the plush emerald couch that is the same color as Ellie’s eyes and dry my hair.
“Well?” Calvin asks, arching a bushy brow at me.
The rest of the guys ignore him and slip out. I’d rather fuck my palm than entertain a dull-ass groupie right now who will no doubt make my dick limper than it already is.
“I’m good,” I reply, tossing the towel at him.
His eyes bug out. “Really?”
“Yes.” I walk out, leaving him gaping at me. I can’t wait to be home. We’ll be headed there first thing in the morning, and for a whole week, because yes, Penn got his way.
I’m not mad about it. I plan to catch up on some rest, thenmaybe I won’t need to keep taking these pills. This isn’t my first time taking Adderall, like I said, I’ve dabbled before. Tried a little of everything for the hell of it. But I like to sleep, and the only sleep I get now is when it wears off for a few hours.
I curve the corner, taking the back way in hopes security hasn’t let anyone slip past them and I can get out unseen, but a throaty laugh stops me in my tracks.
My steps are light as I creep around the corner, following the sound. Ellie is leaning against the wall, wearing a tight red top tucked into a pair of high-waisted black shorts. Her hair is down and straight, the ends brushing past her smooth collarbone. She looks like a damn professional snack. But she’s talking to some dude in a STAFF shirt. She gives him a flirty smile, touching his massive bicep. I inspect my own, flexing. They’re not huge, but I’m strong…I think. Damn, should I start working out?
She laughs again, and my shoulders straighten. Is she hitting on him?
I’m not close enough to hear their conversation, but he leans in close, too motherfucking close if you ask me, and says something that makes her laughagain. My teeth clank together. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her flirt with someone, but something about this feels different. Her eyes are lit with a desire that I could spot a mile away. She’s horny.Shit.
I’ve known since the moment I met Ellie that she was a sexual person. She was upfront about her desires and expectations of our relationship, which weren’t much. I thought she was joking. When I realized she wasn’t, I thought I hit the lottery. A girl who likes fucking as much as me and wants no commitment? Sold. But the longer it went on, the stickier things became. Weird feelings and shit started fluttering around inside me, and I had to shut it down before it got worse.
Her eyes flick up, landing on me. Her brows snap together,but then she gives her attention back to the beef stick in front of her.
My head spins, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do. Just let her do her thing, or stay and make sure this dude isn’t a creepy fuck who doesn't know the word no?
Another piercing laugh hits my eardrums, making my blood roar. I focus on Ellie again, only now her back is to me, her ass hugged snugly in her shorts as she sashays out the door, the clown following her.
Well, shit.
My heart starts to beat harder. Before I can think too much about it, I slip out, too. I’ll just make sure she gets to her room ok. It’s dark out. This guy could be anyone, luring her outside so he can toss her in his car and drive her to his mom’s house to fuck her in his shoddy-ass basement. He looks like he’s on steroids, too, so his junk is probably all shriveled up and doesn’t work. He’ll blow in eight seconds and leave her unsatisfied.
By the time I make it outside, I see the shape of Ellie slipping into her hotel next door. I pick up my pace, but there’s a crowd of fans waiting. Shit. They’ll never let me through.
I keep close to the building, trying to hide in the shadows, but right before I reach the hotel doors, I’m flocked.
18
ELLIE
With a huff,I kick the blanket off me and stride over to where my suitcase is resting on the floor, reaching into the hidden compartment until my hand touches rubber. Pulling it out, I march back to bed.
I’m restless—no, I’m horny.
I’d been flirting with Garret, one of the security guards, all night, thinking it might lead somewhere. In the end, I couldn’t follow through. He was decent looking, a little too jacked for my taste, but beggars can’t be too choosy. I was touching his arm and laughing at his jokes, throwing all the signs of a hookup. He was on my line, ready to be reeled in, then I looked up and saw Travis standing there. Suddenly, it felt…wrong. Garrett walked me to my door, and I told him goodnight.
So instead of having something real, I’m lying here with a silicone toy.
I wanted to bring my dildo, but it took up too much room, and as much as I’m not ashamed about my sexual needs, I didn’t need the guys accidentally stumbling upon that. I missit, though. This little bullet vibrator is amazing for clit stimulation, but it doesn’t fill me up, if you know what I mean.
With the click of a button, it hums to life. Once I find the setting I like, I slip it under my plaid cotton shorts and get comfy.
I rub in circles across my clit, getting myself ready before dipping the bullet inside. My legs fall further apart, and I work faster, ready to come so I can sleep. My hand fists the sheets as pleasure spreads across my limbs, my hips bucking as if I’m fucking something bigger than a three-inch vibrator.God, I wish I were.
