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British Sex God in My House	By : Goddessofdreams03 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 7747 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ch 7- Good Morning Sunshine!!

Deveraux jerked awake with a cry of his name. Clapping a hand over her mouth Raux stared wide eyed at the door expecting Orlando to burst in and demand what the problem was. Slumping in relief when he didn’t, Raux thought back on her dream.

“God....” She groaned, as her body thrummed with arousal and her breathing remained heavy. After licking her lips and taking a look around her room , Raux lay back in her bed. Slowly she let her hand drift over her heated flesh, down her body. Shivering a little she imagined it was Orlando’s hand gliding over her skin. Closing her eyes, and dropping her head back Raux gave into her vision...........

He moved over her, slamming himself into her body. Her nails raked down his back, and she cried out in pleasure. Orlando groaned loudly, and nearly collapsed onto her. The need to release so strong he trembled with the effort of holding back. After taking several deep breathes and regaining control of his body he set a agonizingly slow, deep pace. Her whimpers mingled with his groans, as her walls tightened around him. Their lips met in a hot passionate kiss, as their bodies moved together. Pressing fevered kisses down her neck, Orlando moved harder. Her whimpers changed to cries, and his groans came louder. It was too easy to let him have control, this was her fantasy She was going to run the show. In a sudden move she bucked up and rolled him over onto his back, murmuring huskily “My show....”

Orlando grinned and ran his hands up her sides. Arching she pushed her breasts into his seeking palms. She then leaned forward bracing her hands in the pillow on either side of his head. He watched a saucily little grin slide across her lips and moved his hands to her hips. Squeezing lightly he encouraged her to move. When she didn’t he bucked his hips sending his cock deeper inside her.

“Orlando....” She groaned, then began to ride him hard and furiously.........

Her hand slid down her hip and into her panties, as her fantasy became more heated. She uttered a quiet moan as her hand inched towards her aching center. Just as her fingers brushed against her nub, Raux’s bedroom door was thrown wide.

“Good morning! Sunshine!!!” Orlando cried happily from her doorway. Her shriek sounded in the room as Deveraux yanked her hand from between her legs and sent herself crashing out of bed. Orlando blinked rapidly and watched Raux land sprawled out on the floor. Deveraux blinked back at him, from her position on the floor. He simply stood there watching her. Following his gaze Raux’s eyes widened with horror. Gasping, she yanked her nightgown down from around her hips.

“Someone kill me please.....” she pleaded, and scrambled into hiding. Orlando couldn’t help but admire the sight of Raux. Then again what man wouldn’t appreciate the sight of a bed tousled female sprawled on the floor with her nightgown bunched around her hips? Shrugging off his reaction, Orlando dove onto the bed in which Raux had retreated.

“I’m quitting my job and going back to Georgia. I’m.........” She trailed off from her thoughts when she felt the bed give as something or someone landed on it. Then Orlando peeked under the blankets.

“What are you doing under here Devie?” He asked, sending her one of those heart-stopping smiles of his. That smile was enough to make her forget her embarrassment and the use of her family nickname, a name she honestly hated.

“Um.......going back to sleep?” She replied, watching him look around under her blankets.

“Ah...it’s a little late don’t you think?” He asked, looking back at her.

“Late?” She asked blinking. Orlando nodded.

“How late is it?” She asked, frowning worriedly at him. Orlando glanced out at the clock.

“Um...it’s twelve fifty-eight exactly!” He answered, sending her a nod.

“What?!! Shit!! Piper wants me to be at her house to meet what’s his face!!” Deveraux swore and dove out of bed. Swearing loudly she snatched up her favorite jeans.

“There’s been a change in plans Sweetheart...” Orlando said, settling comfortably on her bed. He watched Deveraux wiggling into the jeans. Sighing loudly, She turned to look at him, hands on hips.

“Change in plans? He canceled again didn’t he? Damn it! What’s wrong with me? This is the third time he’s canceled!! You know what? I’ve wasted a week of my life waiting for some guy I’ve never even met to call me!! Well fuck him! I’m going out!!” She ranted and stomped into her closet. Orlando stayed put and picked up a notebook off the bedside table.

“Actually he wants to take you out somewhere nice to make up for all the delays....” He said, sighing as he flipped open the book. Orlando soon realized from the intriguing scribbles on the pages that it was journal.

“Really?” She called from the depths of closet.

“Yeah....He’s asked that you be ready at six-thirty. Piper said she’d be here at two...Is it really going to take you that long to get ready?” He inquired, skimming the contents of the dairy. He never realized how truly interesting Deveraux was until he read her rambling thoughts. Mildly frightening , they were, her thoughts.

“Knowing Piper? Yes it will. She has a tendency to over do things. Which means I may very well end up looking like a painted whore. Hmmm...perhaps I’d better not let Piper help....” She said, stepping out into the room. Orlando quickly snapped the notebook and dropped it back into place.

Deveraux raised her brow. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing.....” He said, rolling off the bed. Deveraux started to demand an honest answer but the doorbell sounded.

“I bet that’s Morgan!” He stated sauntering out the door.

“Gr....eat.....” Raux said, sarcasm heavy in her voice. Orlando doubled back.

Leaning in her doorway he watched her for a moment. “You don’t like Morgan, do you?”

“Um.......Shouldn’t you be answering the door?” She asked, pointing out the door.

“Nah..She’ll think we’re gone and go away. Now come on...tell me.” He said, sitting back down on her bed. Deveraux blinked at him.

“I really hope you don’t have this kind of disregard for all your girlfriends.....”

“I really want to have this conversation with you..” He said with a shrug.

“Why? I’m just your roommate.” She said returning the shrug. Orlando shook his head.

“You’re more than my roommate. You know that. I want to know whether you like her or not.”

Sighing loudly Deveraux throw up her hands, “Fine. No I don’t like her. Not one bit. Alright?”

“Alright.” He nodded, “Now tell me why not.”

“Various reasons. Now go answer the door she’s still out there.”

“What reasons?” He demanded, ignoring the constant ringing of the doorbell.

“Let’s see. She’s vain, rude, self-centered, and I don’t...never mind..” Deveraux said and went to hide in her closet once more. Orlando followed after her.

“You don’t what?”

“I don’t think she’s genuine.” She said, turning back to him.

“What do you mean?” He asked, studying her.

“I mean exactly what I said. I don’t think she’s genuine. I don’t believe for one minute that she’s in the relationship for love. I think she has another motive. That’s just me. Maybe I’m just reading her wrong but something about her strikes me as dishonest and ambitious.” Deveraux declared, looking slightly annoyed at being forced into voicing her opinion. Orlando kept studying her trying to figure out for himself what other motives Morgan might have, but he honestly couldn’t think any and he said as much.

“Other motives? What other motives could she possibly have?”

“ Morgan is a model, or rather a striving model. She’s been in one or two ads. She’s not hit the big time yet. But look it. If she’s dating you. Orlando Bloom. Movie Star, heartthrob, every little girl’s dream man. You take her to..... I don’t know....a premiere? Press is there. Cameras, everywhere...snapping shots of her, The beautiful Morgan Gilmore on the arm of the gorgeous Orlando Bloom. The pictures would be in every magazine, on every website, all over the world. She could very well be the next Elizabeth Hurley. Get it? You are nothing but a stepping stone in her career.....” She stated bluntly. Orlando stood for a moment digesting what she said. Deveraux watched the myriad of emotions cross his face. From shock, to confusion, to speculation before finally coming to rest on interest.

Finally he spoke, tapping his fingers on her door, “You don’t think you’re overreacting just a tad?”

“You asked my whether I liked her or not. I answered honestly. Besides! You said yourself just yesterday that she was pushing you to take her out more. To more well known places. That doesn’t strike you as odd?”

“Not really...Women like to go places..Especially nice places.” He answered.

“ I’m not telling you to drop her. I’m just telling you to be careful. Watch out and don’t get in too deep. Ok?” She said, tilting her head, concern written all over her face. Wrapping her in a warm hug, Orlando nodded.

“Alright..but Raux you’ve got to have a little faith in people..” Planting a kiss on her head, Orlando gave her a squeeze. Raux sighed and fought the urge to melt against him. For a moment everything was perfect for her at least. How nice was it to be held by him? Very nice. Very nice indeed. Both of them jumped as the door to their apartment slammed closed. The peaceful moment broken.

“Sheesh! What does it take to get someone to answer the door around this place?!” Piper called from the hall. Sighing with almost mournfully Raux pulled away from Orlando. Heading out of the closet she made for the hallway. Orlando shook his head as he heard the ever loud Piper greet Deveraux. Looking around he meandered out of the closet and into Raux’s bathroom. Looking around he nosed through her things. Sniffing appreciatively at various lotions and perfumes.

“ Raux, my pretty little Georgia peach! Did you get my message?! AREN’T YOU EXCITED?! WHY DON’T YOU LOOK EXCITED?!!!” Piper cried, shaking Raux to and fro.

“Um..maybe because you’re yelling in my ear and tossing me all about....and don’t call me a Georgia peach. It’s not cute when my mother does it. It’s still not cute when you do it.” Raux grumbled, trying to stop Piper from shaking her and rub her ear at the same time. Rolling her eyes, Piper let go.

“So serious....you should be bubbly! I’ve set you up with a great guy!” Piper said, flinging an arm around Raux’s shoulders and squeezing.

“Yeah a great guy whose canceled on her several times....”Orlando put in, as he exited Raux’s room buttoning and zipping his pants.

“That’s what I say.....” Deveraux said, watching him curious as to why his pants were undone.

“Well, he’ll regret the lost time once he meets you. You can be sure of that.” He stated walking past them and buckling his belt. Piper’s eyes went wide and she turned to look at Deveraux. Deveraux was too busy grinning over what Orlando had said to notice.

“By the way Raux. Your bathroom sink is clogged. Should get it checked out...”He said, shoving his way into the kitchen. Piper heaved a loud sigh of part relief part disappointment.

Blinking Deveraux questioned, “What was that about?”

Grabbing her arm Piper dragged her into her bedroom whispering furiously.

“He came out of your room closing his pants I naturally assumed you’d been doing something!”

“No such luck. Only person with that privilege is Mooooooooorgan..” Deveraux cooed, making a face.

“Oooo Girl. If you keep makin’ faces like that. Morgan will definitely be only one with that privilege..” Piper said, nudging Raux into the room.

“Thanks for that my self-esteem just went down two more notches....Anyway! We been over this a hundred times. Let’s not get into it again. I know how he feels about me.”

“He obviously thinks a lot about you. That whole speech in the hall was enough to prove that. Also there is the fact that he’s constantly talking about you in makeup. I wish you could have heard him tell the story of how you two met to Johnny. He kept going on about how adorable you were and how positively delightful you were to be with!.” Piper gushed, shutting the door behind herself.

“He sees me as his friend and roommate.....that’s it. Don’t read more into that than there is to it.” Raux sighed and flopped back on her bed. Piper shook her head, grinning mischievously.

“But darling he calls you his mate all the time......”

“You should bone up on your English slang...” Deveraux responded dryly, flinging her arms over her face.

“Now you know that only thing I want to “boned up on” is that fine piece of English male in your kitchen. But unfortunately he’s not interested.....” Piper said, setting her many bags about the room.

“I’m aware and no one suffers more for his lack of interest than me......” Came Deveraux’s muffled reply. Piper moved to the bed and yanked her up.

“Well. Now you’ll have someone else to love. Thanks to moi!” She said, dragging Deveraux into the bathroom.

“Yeah yeah. How do you know? You said you’ve never met him.” Raux grumbled as she was shoved into the room.

“That is true. Very true... but I trust my instincts.” Piper answered. Deveraux watched her lean in and turn on the shower.

“Are these the same instincts that lead you to try and tell me Orlando likes me?” She inquired, raising a brow and propping herself against the counter.

“I resent that statement....”Piper huffed, taking hold of Raux’s arm.

“Of course you do.”Deveraux replied. Piper nodded and pushed her into the shower fully clothed.

“Shower so we can get started.....” Piper called over her shoulder before shutting the door and leaving Raux to it.

"I'm too easily pushed around......" She grumbled. Muttering Deveraux peeled off her soaked clothes and set about doing as commanded.
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