Steamy up-ahead😈😈🔥🔥

Finally, after long hours of praying and suffering, my period has finished for this month. Now Ambrose and I were in the clear, to fuck like bunnies if we wanted. I couldn't erase the image of Ambrose's face; the crease between his eyebrows as his mouth formed an 'o' shape. I spent the next two nights after that day touching myself over my underwear, imaging his sexy, tousled self.

I'm such a horny fuck.

The studio had kept us occupied with long filming days for the network's special episode. For this particular round, whoever won first place would win a trip to Hawaii after the competition ended, even if we lost. I didn't put my one-hundred percent into the round since I didn't want to steal the opportunity from someone who couldn't afford it.

Though lately, I've been noticing Ambrose, Wesley, and I always made it to the top three. There was only one episode where Ambrose slipped from the top three. But I had the feeling they rigged this competition. I know they based it on me, but they wouldn't make me the winner just because of my status, right?

I would drag them through the dirt if they tried that shit. My deliberation had taken place thirty minutes ago and Hailey said I could go home since it's been fourteen hours since we started. Ambrose was the last person to go, so I had enough time to doll myself up and make myself so irresistible he would've to eat me out.

Perfect plan.

After a quick shower, I lathered my body in a fruity fragrance location until satisfied. My body was pretty bare since I always shaved around three times a week. Does anyone else grow hair at the speed of quantum tunneling? Every morning, I'll wake up with a headful of hair under my armpits.

It's a cruse.

I tied my hair in two ponytails, rubbing the fruity scent into them. Should I wear make-up? At the end of the day, I hoped Ambrose had the power to make me have a screamgrasm and tear from the intensity. So was it a good idea to show up full face? Believe it or not, I loved hiding behind my cat-eyeliner, and even though I liked Ambrose so freaking much... I don't think I want him to see my bare-face side.

He liked me with make-up, so would he change his mind when he saw how I looked underneath? It wasn't a drastic transformation; my freckles were more prominent without make-up, my skin was a shade lighter since I wore sunscreen to protect it and the foundation on my shoulder. I coated my solar-system tattoo with creme until it looked like ink was never there.

I couldn't have him find out about our first meeting like this...

I had to tell him, but would he even remember?

Shaking those thoughts away, I focused on my sole mission tonight; to have the world's best orgasm from my sexy boyfriend. I tied the white 'kiss me chef' apron around my neck and my waist, which was the only thing I will have on. My ass looked so perky. I would masturbate to myself that's how hot I looked.

I'm going to drive Ambrose crazy.

Wrapping a brown trench coat on my frame, I grabbed my lip gloss and phone before wandering over to Ambrose's hotel room. Glancing at my clock, I had about fifteen minutes before his shooting should end. As I entered the code for his door, the lights turned on after sensing my motion.

Looking around the empty hotel room, I roamed over to the refrigerator and had the perfect idea to cook something up for us. It would put my outfit to good use. The pork belly in the fridge caught my attention, and I had to live my Korean drama dream by making Samgyupsal Gui.

Easy, peasy, lemon, squeezy.

The pork belly varied from thick to paper-thin, and after covering the pan with oil, I dropped them in. To go along with the meal, I cut up onions, scallions, and chili peppers before dumping them in the pan to soak up the fat. My stomach swirled with hunger as the tangy smell wafted through my nose.

After blowing on a thick piece, I chewed it and found it to be perfectly cooked through and through, so I turned the burner off. The finger on the clock ticked-tock loudly as the silence grew stronger, waiting for my boyfriend to show up. Should I lie on the table with my legs wide open? No, that's too desperate.

Fuck that. I am desperate and horny.

Maybe leaning on the table so my ass would still be in the spotlight would be better? It was one of my best assets. My thoughts were cut short as I heard the door opening and footsteps pounding down the hall. Nerves gripped at my heart as I waited for Ambrose to get closer, hoping he would love the little surprise I prepared for him.

"Damn, I'm so hungry. We should order alcohol and fried chicken," Ambrose's voice boomed off the walls as his steps got closer.

Wait. We?

Embarrassing heat deluged my body like a never-ending avalanche. Awkwardness lurched down my veins as snowballs merged from the avalanche onto the surrounding grounds. The plate slipped from my grasp as both Wesley and Ambrose stood in front of me.

"Well, that was a great way to end my day," Wesley chuckled, his merciless eyes sweeping across my face, outlining the curves of my body until Ambrose hovered his palm over them.

Instantly, my body reacted as if it was being electrocuted and rushed underneath the couch.

"Why didn't you text me Wesley was going to be here?" I shouted, annoyed at being put in this uncomfortable position.

"How was I supposed to know you were going to surprise me tonight? It's the best surprise any boyfriend could ask for, but I really wished Wesley didn't see anything," Ambrose said, scowling at his buddy when I peered above the couch rest.

"That makes two of us!" I replied, feeling exceedingly exposed even with the couch covering my frame.

Wesley sighed and swung around, facing away from me. "Coast is clear. I'm not looking. Ambrose, be a gentleman and help your girlfriend find a blanket."

Ambrose stalked towards me, spearing me with his sharp brown eyes, flutters stirring in my chest as he got closer with a blanket in hand. His honey-colored cheeks were smeared with pink softness. Even with all his big talk, he always managed to blush like a lustful teenage boy who spent nights thinking of sex.

His brown eyes narrowed in controlled frustration as he draped the blanket over my shoulders, leaving me longing for his touch. "You went through all this." He bent his finger around a twirl of my hair. "And cooked the pork belly? You did this all for me?"

"It's nothing. Compared to our first date, this is light work," I whispered, my mouth dry.

"Davina," he breathed, dragging his rough thumb across my parted bottom lip, his muscles tensed and full of restraint. "It's everything to me. As I man, it doesn't hurt to feel like we're appreciated once and while. It might've been awkward as fuck, but I'm delighted to know how desperate you're for me."

My embarrassing heart thrummed between my lungs with a mix of lust and logic as I weighed the cons of jumping Ambrose's bones.

Wesley cleared his throat, stealing our attention. "Okay, so clearly I'm not wanted at this party, so I'm just going to hang out with Estefania, but please." He clasped his hands together. "Please, for the love of video games, don't fuck on the counter, couch, or my room."

Ambrose and I shared a teasing glance. "Aww, those are like the best two areas. It's easier for Ambrose to have deeper access if I'm spread across the counter, don't you think so bean sprout?"

He laughed. "Yeah, man. I think I deserve a good, long night to unwind with my girlfriend."

Wesley's face scrunched up in disgust. "I'm leaving before I lose my lunch. But if you guys do decide to fuck there at least disinfect it... I eat my breakfast there or at least I did."

"We're just joking," Ambrose replied, his grin sprawled across his face.

My perfectly plucked eyebrow arched. "I wasn't."

Ambrose playfully rolled his eyes as he squeezed my cheeks, causing my lips to pucker up. "Shh... stop torturing him." Rising onto his feet, he walked Wesley out, and the slams of hotel room locks followed.

Looks like Wesley might need to search for another place to spend the night.

As I sprung up, the blanket slipped off my shoulders, forming a pool by my feet. His eyes glinted with violent hunger as he roamed closer. "Jesus, I wanted to clean up the glass on the floor first, but you're making this impossible."

I tilted my head innocently. "Go ahead, I'll be waiting here patiently for you."

Ambrose took a deep breath. "Maybe you can be patient, but I certainly cannot."

With a defiant sparkle in my eye, I slowly roamed closer, cornering his body against the wall and mine. I arched into Ambrose's chest, merging my body against his, his semi-hard on pushing against my core.

"I've never been happier to be off my period," I cooed, moving my hips in subtle circles, the friction inching me closer to the deep edge.

Ambrose's rough fingers grazed my skin, untying the only string holding up this apron, causing it to tumble to the ground. Despite the excitement surging through my blood, I experienced a wave of anxiety under his hungered gaze.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his greedy eyes softening for a second.

I inhaled slowly and said, "Yes."

My breath hitched as his warm palm found my swells, his fingers following my nipples, heat erupting in my core, my legs clenching from the ache. When he sucked my tips deep into his mouth, I saw stars. He shifted to my other breast, giving it the same thorough attention, the same lazy kisses, and teasing flicks. 

I let out a moan, writhing under his touch as we switched our positions, trapping me between the wall, and pinned my hands over my head. His ravenous eyes peering down at me like I'm his prey.

"Be a good girl for me," he rasped.

I whimpered as he planted open mouth kisses on the underside of my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, his palm kneading my breasts, euphoria spearing my nerve endings as he twisted, groped, and squeezed.

"Just tell me what you want me to do," I squirmed as he nipped at my neck, his teeth grazing my throat, peppering kisses in the valley between my breast. My body shivered when his taunting hand feathered down my stomach, past my mid-section, to my thighs, parting them, stopping at my pulsating vagina.

"You are so wet for me, D," he growled, a gust of air departing my lips as he swirled his fingers against the swollen whirl of pressure building up between my legs. The tingling sensation was short-lived as Ambrose pried his fingers from my core and dropped to his knees.

All I could see was his dark head hovering inches from my thighs, and it's such a kinky sight, so fucking hot, that I could hardly function. When his tongue stroked the sensitive nub that was already swelling with desire, a bolt of pleasure nearly knocked me off my feet and I gripped the top of his head to steady myself.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I announced, laughing. "I'm never gonna be able to stay upright if you're doing this to me."

With a chuckle, Ambrose stood up and scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. Carefully, he lowered my ass onto the counter, the cold sensations countering the heat between our bodies. I propelled myself onto my elbows, so I had a decent view of Ambrose, admiring my sex, but I knew he would have my head flying back in seconds.

His balmy hot breath blowing against my sex was enough to have me quivering. My back arched as his fingers circled inside me, pushing in and out. I instantly clenched around his finger and his smile faded with a groaned curse on his lips.

"Jesus, Davina. I knew you'd be wet but... you're fucking soaked." He slowly curled his fingers in and out of my needy flesh. "I'm glad... I was pretty nervous. I was fucking it up."

My breathless whimpers filled the room as his tongue brushed against my folds, feeling like an electric current shooting up my spine.

"Moan, just like that," he beamed, humor dancing in his eyes. "Make the world know who makes you feel this way."

He circled my clit with his tongue, then licked it in soft, slow strokes that drive me absolutely insane with desire. Ambrose was pure evil. He knew how horny, how badly I'd been craving this. Yet Ambrose allowed my pressure to build, going slow and making me crazy, making me beg.

"Please," I moaned when the strokes once again became excruciatingly leisurely. "Faster, please, Ambrose."

He raised his head, and I'm pretty sure I hadn't seen anything sexier than the slight of his glossy lips and scorching gaze. "Whatever my princess commanded, I shall obey."

Ecstasy shook my core as his tongue flicked faster, fucking my sensitive nub while his fingers plunged into between my folds, overwhelming me, sending me to a dream-like state. I winded my fingers through his brown hair, tugging at his roots as I swing my hips around his god-like mouth, needing more fiction, more pleasure, more everything.

My eyes rolled back as he worked his magic, an overpowering pressure building in the pit of my stomach.

"Ambrose..."

"Close, D?" He pumped his fingers faster in and out of my burning core. "Let it out, babe. Milk my fingers fucking dry, and come on them. Let me see how good I make you feel."

His demanding words and another crude upshot of his fingers were all it took. I cried out, gripping the countertop to the point of my knuckles turning white as I shuttered in the palm of his hand. My hips bucked forward as a wave of release burst from my pussy, drowning his face, spraying his fingers, and dripping down my thigh like Niagara falls.

"Holy fucking shit!" I breathed.

Ambrose held down my quivering legs as another orgasm ripped through my body, the intensity nearly blinding me. Bringing me to another fucking world. As the last shivers leave my body, Ambrose slowed his assault. When he pulled out of me, he admired the shining damage I left on his finger and licked his smirking, sinful lips.

I watched, mesmerized, as his raw hungry brown eyes locked with me, and he sucked every trace of my juices from his skin, right down to his knuckles.

"You're my new favorite candy."

"You're my new ecstasy, seriously I'm ready for round two," I said, my finger crawling closer to my clit.

The doorbell rang, causing my entire body to go rigid, and stared wide-eyed at Ambrose. "Who is it? Wesley?" I whispered, barely audible.

Ambrose shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Amby! It's me, Mommy, I came over to drop off a key lime pie since you texted about it," her sweet voice traveled through the ways as her knocking continued.

Realization dawned on him. "Shit... I meant to send that to you."

I laughed. "Well, go get it so we can rub the whipped cream on each other and lick it right up."

His eyes twinkled with desire. "Don't fill my head with those thoughts when I'm about to go open the door to my mom."

I stuck my tongue out. "I want my orgasm to be the only thing you think about."

Ambrose smirked, scratching the nape of his neck. "Trust me, it will."

"Amby? Are you here? The bell hopper said you were? Can you please open the door? It's only me. Dad didn't feel like driving tonight," His mother pondered, endlessly.

"Thank god," Ambrose whispered, laughing as he wandered over to the door.

Gosh, where is that towel?

Woah welll I hope you enjoyed that steamy scene lol! Honestly I laughed during the whole thing but I also loved it! So tell me your thoughts!!

Do you guys have anything planned for New Years?