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Syrupy Sweet [1/1]	By : Daisygirl1315 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 2702 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Setting: Idol auditions. The judges & Ryan are spending the night at a hotel on the road.

Paula's POV

"You’re a pompous ass," I said, turning away from Simon, disgusted.

"How am I an ass?"

"Because you are," I answered childishly.

"Oh, well, that explains it. Thanks, Paula," he responded sarcastically.

"You don’t have to be so rude, you know," I said, still refusing to look at him.

"Come now, darling, you wouldn’t have me any other way," he teased, poking my sides playfully.

"Don’t touch me," I said calmly.

He poked me again.

"Don’t touch me!" I exclaimed, practically flailing as I whirled around to face him.

When I did, he leaned forward and planted a full kiss on my lips.

I jerked back and rubbed at my lips furiously, attempting to remove any trace of evidence of his kiss.

"What was that for?" I spat.

"To shut you up."

"Please, Simon, it’s gonna take a whole lot more than that to shut me up."

"Oh really?" he asked, leaning forward and kissing me again, a little longer this time.

I jerked back yet again, pretending to be just as disgusted as I wiped at my lips again.

"Ugh, you’re still an ass," I said curtly, turning away from him again.

This time he wrapped his hands around the back of my head and my chin and pulled me to him, pressing a deep kiss into my mouth and not letting go.

I resisted at first before I melted into him, opening my mouth and thrusting my tongue against his. His tongue slid between my lips and explored before sliding back out.

I moaned and pressed my lips harder against his, suddenly not caring he was being a "pompous ass".

We continued to go at it for a few moments before the clearing of Randy’s throat reminded us we weren’t the only ones at the dinner table.

Randy rolled his eyes as Ryan smirked at us.

"Anyway, dawgs," Randy said, changing the subject.

This wasn’t the first time they’d seen this type of interaction between us.

Nothing really fazed them anymore.

I was only vaguely aware of what was being said as Randy segued into another conversation.

Instead my attention was focused on Simon’s fingers, tenderly tickling my bare thigh- traveling farther and father up, close to my already throbbing pussy.

My head swam as the tingles began to form between my legs.

He knew what he was doing.

The smirk he was unsuccessfully trying to conceal was evidence of that.

I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together, attempting to stop him.

Here was not the place for me to get this turned on.

I noticed Ryan stifling a yawn.

"You look tired, Ryan," I offered, hoping he and Randy would take the hint and leave me and Simon alone.

"No, not really," Ryan replied, flashing a toothy grin.

Simultaneously, Simon was again running his hand up my thigh, skimming his thumb just under the hem of my panties.

I swallowed hard, choking back a groan as I felt my panties becoming soaked.

My breathing was already slightly labored, and I could feel my cheeks becoming flushed.

"Well, I’m getting tired," I said. "I think it’s the alcohol," I continued, motioning to my drink. "Always makes me a little sleepy."

"Me too dawgs, it’s been a long day," Randy joined in.

"Yeah, I’m sorta tired too," Simon chorused, forcing a yawn as his hand squeezed my upper thigh tightly before releasing it and moving his hand back to his own lap.

"Yeah, I think I’m going to get to bed. I’ll see you boys in the morning," I said, reaching over and giving Simon’s cock a good hard squeeze before I stood up.

"Goodnight Pauls," Randy said.

"Goodnight," Ryan and Simon chorused.

"Night."

As I walked away from the lobby slowly I felt someone approach me from behind and grab me, pinning me against the wall.

Simon kissed me hard, slamming his tongue in my mouth roughly before pulling back.

"Are you really going to bed?" he asked as he kissed his way down my neck, only stopping to hear my response.

"No," I responded with a grin. "You?"

"Unless it’s to bed with you, no," he replied with a wink.

"Good," I said, as he wrapped his hands around my waist, kissing me again.

Just as we pulled back, Ryan walked past us.

"You two should really get a room," we heard Ryan say.

"And you should really go to your room," Simon bantered.

I giggled.

"Goodnight Ryan," I called after him.

Ryan only laughed as he walked down the hall.

"Just don’t bring her to our room, Cowell, I don’t want to have to listen to you two going at it while I’m trying to sleep."

"Yeah, we wouldn’t want you to miss out on your much needed beauty sleep!" Simon called after Ryan.

Ryan’s only response was the gesture of his middle finger before he disappeared down the hall.

"C’mon," I whispered, motioning for Simon to follow me to my room.

As soon as I got the door open we tumbled in, the door barely shut behind us before our mouths were on each other.

We both stumbled blindly to the bed, never breaking the contact between our lips, as we quickly peeled clothes off in the process.

"Oh God," I groaned as he landed on top of me, his mouth immediately finding my neck and sucking hard.

I writhed beneath him, moaning as his hot, open mouth traveled up and down my neck and jaw.

"Wait," I said, stopping him remorsefully as I felt a different, but familiar, tingling between my legs.

"What?" he asked, confused.

I looked at him for a moment, waiting for him to come to the realization without my having to say it.

"Oh, you have to pee?"

"Yeah," I giggled, biting my lip.

"Give me five seconds," I said, moving from beneath him.

"Hurry," he said impatiently, slapping my ass as I walked away.

"I will," I laughed.

I walked into the bathroom, shedding the rest of my clothes and doing my business as quickly as I could.

When I returned, I noticed Simon hanging up the phone.

"Who are you calling?" I asked. "The next girl you’re gonna fuck after me?" I teased.

"Nah, she stood me up," he replied jokingly. "I’m all yours tonight."

"Good." I giggled.

"But really, who-,"

"Room service," he replied.

"Room service?" I asked, confused. "I thought you were on a diet," I kidded.

"I’ll probably work those calories off later, don’t you think?"

"Mhmm," I agreed, joining him on the bed and kissing him tenderly.

He cupped my breasts as he opened his mouth to mine, our tongues meeting and stroking passionately.

I laid back on the bed, as Simon moved on top of me, removing his shirt in the process.

We kissed roughly, tongues meeting over and over in a fight for dominance, until we heard a knock on the door.

"Wow, they’re quick," I noted.

"I’ll get it," he said, "Seeing as how you’re all…"

"Naked?" I offered.

"Yeah," he smirked. "Although I’m sure the lad who’s delivering this would enjoy that nice surprise," he finished, eyeing me.

"Answer the door," I giggled, wrapping a sheet around myself.

I listened as went to the door, answering it.

"Seacrest?" he asked, surprised.

My eyes widened with shock.

"Cowell?" Ryan asked, confused. "What are you- I thought this was Paula’s room."

He gasped.

"Oh my god, you two really did get a room!" he exclaimed.

"Shhh," Simon shushed him.

"Why are you delivering the room service?" Simon asked.

"Why are you in Paula’s room?" Ryan countered.

"Answer my question first."

"I was on my way up, they said this was for Paula Abdul, asked if I’d deliver it," Ryan said. "Your turn."

"I don’t owe you any answers, Seacrest," Simon joked.

"Fine, I’ll just draw my own conclusions," Ryan replied. "You ordered lots of syrup I see."

"Goodnight, Ryan."

"And fruit," Ryan continued. "Where’s Paula? Naked and bound to the bed?"

"Goodnight Ryan," Simon emphasized.

"This would make for an interesting story on the radio show."

"Not a word, Seacrest," Simon warned.

"What?" Ryan asked, feigning innocence. "My lips are sealed."

"Thanks," Simon replied, closing the door.

"Wait."

"What?"

"Where’s my tip?"

"Here’s a tip, Ryan, quit delivering room service and go to bed."

With that Simon let the door slam and he returned to me.

"Fruit, syrup, whipped cream," I observed, glancing at the tray. "That’s an interesting combination."

"Mhmm," he said, setting the tray down beside the bed and pushing me backwards, covering my mouth with his.

I moaned as I fell back on the bed, his soft chest hair rubbing against my skin as his warm chest pressed sensually against my bare breasts.

We kissed feverishly, growing more and more passionate with each thrust of our tongues.

His tongue swirled in my mouth, tasting and exploring every crevice.

Sitting up, he reached for the tray on the floor.

I laid back on the bed, watching him curiously as he picked the up the pitcher of syrup, pausing as he held it above my torso.

"Close your eyes," he commanded.

I did so slowly, gradually allowing my lids to fall shut.

"Spread your legs," he requested, and I complied, baring myself to him.

With that I felt him pour the warm gooey liquid over my breasts and down on my lower stomach.

I groaned as it trickled down my sides and between my spread legs past my swollen, slick lips.

He leaned down and started with my breasts, opening his mouth and sucking the liquid off my nipples and around my breasts, not moving any farther down until he completely cleaned me up.

I writhed beneath him as I gripped the sheets between my fists, the throbbing between my legs almost more than I could bear.

I needed him to touch me.

Now.

His warm tongue caressed my burning skin as his open mouth cleaned me up.

He sucked hard on my skin, stopping at one point to look up at me and lick his lips.

"Delicious," he said.

"And the syrup is too," he added after a pause.

Gradually he moved farther and farther down, meticulously licking every bit of the sticky liquid off my skin.

Unable to bear it any longer I reached between my legs, playing attempting to insert two fingers inside.

Before I got a chance he wrapped his hand around my wrist and removed my hand, pinning it on the bed.

"Simon says, don’t touch," he commanded playfully.

I only groaned in response.

I could feel his movements on the bed as he slid off, positioning himself between my spread legs.

Finally, I thought with a sigh.

He teased me, halting his movements and breathing hot puffs of air on my sex, but not touching.

"Siiimon," I drawled in protest.

I squirmed, wiggling my body downwards in an attempt to get him to touch me.

Even with my eyes closed, I knew he was smirking.

Bastard.

With that he ran his tongue upwards between my lips, suckling the mixture of my juices and the syrup.

I gasped, every nerve alive and tingling as his mouth sucked on my tender flesh.

He licked me clean, taking time to suck and bite my clit momentarily before moving back down again.

I gasped again, my pussy on fire with his touch.

I could feel him moving away from me, and I opened my eyes in time to see him reaching for something else on the tray.

He took a slice of fruit halfway between his teeth before returning his attention to my pussy again.

I felt him thrust the fruit in and out of my vagina rapidly, making me scream with frustration.

I needed something larger -much larger- inside of me.

He twisted the chilled fruit around inside of me, cooling my sweltering core, as his warm tongue snaked in and out from time to time as well, providing a nice contrast in temperature.

I groaned, continuing to writhe.

He moved his face away from me and slammed two fingers inside, causing my hips to buck off the bed with surprise.

I shrieked, then moaned with pleasure as he began to pump inside my core.

I thrust against his hand, pounding and gyrating my hips as fast as I could, suddenly unable to bear the torture any longer.

He moved his face upwards until it was even with mine, the fruit still sticking halfway out of his mouth.

I opened my mouth and he leaned down, feeding the other half to me.

I bit it in two, the familiar taste of peaches mixed with my own juices filling my mouth.

I swallowed the fruit quickly and devoured his mouth, thrusting my tongue in and out with the same rhythm of his fingers.

He tasted of a thousand different flavors: peaches, my juices, stale smoke, and mint the most prominent.

God, he was exhilarating.

My body was on fire, every single sense and nerve alive as he pulled his fingers out and slammed them in again.

I kissed him harder, my tongue swirling around his own, both battling for dominance and power as we devoured each other feverishly.

I panted, my breathing uncontrollable as he removed his fingers, quickly sliding his jeans off his hips and moving to position his body between my legs.

Pressing the head of his cock at my opening, he held it there, motionless, staring down at me as he teased me.

My whole body was quivering with anticipation.

I raised my hips up, attempting to get some of him –any of him- inside of me.

I couldn’t handle it.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Couldn’t stand the teasing, the torture.

I just needed him, all of him.

But apparently he was enjoying the teasing as he pressed his cock only the slightest bit inside of me before pulling out again.

With a rush of adrenaline and desperation, I shot up and pushed him backwards, straddling him quickly and sinking down on his rock hard length.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I sighed with relief as he filled my tight, slick walls and he groaned, taken by the feel of me surrounding him.

I rode him long and hard, gyrating my hips as I rose up and sank down again.

Long deep thrusts.

Quicker and quicker he pounded up into me, my whole body bouncing with the force of his exerted thrusts.

His hips were bucking as fast as they could go, pounding into me harder and harder until I felt like my inner walls were going to rip open.

I could barely breathe as his hard cock slammed in and out of me again, over and over, with such force and stamina I thought we could literally go all night.

I dug my nails into the flesh of his biceps, screaming louder and louder with each thrust.

His grunts and groans mixed with my shouts of pleasure, both of us screaming incoherent syllables- only moans of appreciation and pleasure.

I gasped as my orgasm neared, my body numb but alive all at the same time. I began to feel lightheaded and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I exploded.

Two more thrusts and my orgasm erupted, bringing Simon’s along with it, as we both convulsed together, shakily calling out each other’s name as we climaxed, riding out the white hot wave.

I collapsed on him, my body sticking to his with the leftover syrupy residue.

I remained on top of him, panting as I came down from my high, sighing as his cock finally slid out from within my depths.

He reached over for a cigarette, sticking it in his mouth but pausing before he lit it.

"Mind?"

"No."

With one flick of the lighter he lit it, taking a long deep drag.

I reached over and removed it from his mouth, taking a drag as well before handing it back to him.

"You’re still a pompous ass, you know," I said, exhaling deeply.

He glanced at me with a smirk.

"I know."

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