Made by Us: Giselle and Liam's Story (The Made Series Book 3) (10 page)

It’s her, with arms stretched out to hug me.
Did she just grope the side of my breast?
This is weird and I’m uncomfortable.

“Come on, Darling, don’t just stand there. Let’s get you to Ethan’s.”

“You must be Delia.”

Her laugh is intoxicating. “Of course, who else would I be?” She looks me over, “Ethan said you’re adorable, but I think you’re delicious.”

She smiles and grabs my hand.

Did she just call me delicious? Why does Ethan only find me adorable? Puppies are adorable, not grown women.

I blindly follow Delia until she stops beside a lustrous 2014 royal blue Jaguar XK convertible. After placing my bags in the trunk, she opens my door. I’m trying to take everything in, the palm trees, sunny skies and most importantly, the beautiful weather.  

“Giselle, darling, have you ever been to LA?”

“No, this is my first time.”

“Oh you’ll definitely fall in love. I mean, what’s not to love?”

Our hair blows in the wind as she zips the car through the busy airport parking lot onto the main road. Traffic lights seem to be installed on every block. I don’t mind the red lights, it gives me time to sightsee. The atmosphere is pleasant and soon we hit Hollywood Boulevard where bumper to bumper traffic increases even though it’s nowhere near rush hour.

I pull out my phone and start snapping some good souvenir pictures, it’s not every day you’re near the Walk of Fame. In a far distance I see the Hollywood sign and this feels like a fantasy instead of reality. We pass a huge three-story mall attached to the Loew’s hotel. I make a mental note in case I have the urge to shop.  I send the girls a group text with a picture of palm trees so they know I’ve arrived safely.

We start proceeding closer up the hill where I capture a better picture of the Hollywood sign. We stop at a closed metal gate where Delia enters a code. Her Jaguar glides smoothly along the natural stone paved driveway around the cloud shaped topiary tree. A new Range Rover is behind the glass garage door. She stops in front of the double wood doors with handcrafted bone handles. When I get out and look up, I see the entire second floor has balconies secured by black fancy rails. Delia’s wheeling my luggage to the front door since I’m wide-eyed and in awe of this incredible residence. I wonder if Ethan’s home.     

After Delia opens the door, I stop admiring the geometrical shaped exterior and head inside. My mouth drops at the sight of the finest décor I’ve ever seen up close. The mansion has porcelain tile and Brazilian walnut floors. In the foyer sits a black velvet settee for guests to sit and remove their shoes upon entering. There’s a storage space underneath each of the four separated seats. After removing our shoes, Delia grabs my suitcases and starts wheeling them towards the stairs. We pass a dark framed glass wall which offers a spectacular view of the pool outside lined with several lounge chairs and a tiki barin the back corner.

“Let’s put your things away and go skinny dipping.”

I’m appalled at her suggestion. From her serious expression, it’s clear this isn’t her idea of a joke. She’s wants to undress in front of me and we just met an hour ago.

Frowning, she counters her previous comment with “That’s the benefit to living out here in the hills, no close neighbors to spy on you. Plus there’s a privacy fence.”

I stare at her with disgust.

“Or we can wear suits, whichever you’re more comfortable with?”

“I will definitely be wearing my suit.”

Going up the hardwood steps, the paintings on the wall definitely scream bachelor pad. Several pictures are of Ethan. The scenery is absolutely breathtaking and so is he. Finally we come to Ethan’s master bedroom. The walls are covered with different sized mirrors. There’s even one hung directly above his European ash king size bed. It has a black silk comforter and silver shams. Above the bed is a black and white portrait of Nara Dreamland, a famous landmark in Japan.

“When will Ethan be home?”

“Maybe in two hours. Who knows? Shoots can last for hours.”

I grab my one-piece, black, ruched bathing suit from my suitcase. Delia has made herself comfortable on the bed. Obviously she’s not leaving so I walk into the bathroom to change and lock the door behind me. The bathroom wall panels create a three dimensional look against the multi-colored tile floor. A rectangle bathtub with brass handles is separate from the huge glass encased shower, complete with a bench. A thirty-two inch TV is hung above the double marbled sink countertop. The faucets turn on at the detection of your hand underneath.

Once my bathing suit is on, I fold up my clothes and pause a quick second to look at myself in the mirror. When I come out, I find Delia standing in the middle of the room looking at herself in the full length mirror. She’s tying the top of her halter top string bikini around her neck.

“Giselle, come help me.”

The dangling two strings left untied rest by her hips. I’m shocked at her request and almost in disbelief to see her butt (perfectly round cheeks), staring at me from her thong bottoms. I should’ve known since she mentioned skinny dipping, her bathing suit would be entirely too revealing. I walk over to her grabbing the strings, my hands slightly trembling as I tie them together. She turns around once I’m done with a somewhat revolted look at my one piece bathing suit.

“Giselle, darling, is that your grandmother’s bathing suit? Let’s find you something a little more sexy to change into. You don’t want Ethan to see you looking like that.”

“I like what I have on and so will Ethan.”

“Mmm k, suit yourself. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

I refuse to let my discomfort at her previous comment show. I hope Ethan’s home soon. Regardless, I tell myself to make the most of being here. As we walk down the steps, my focus lands on her cheeks switching. I shake it off. The sun feels incredible on my skin. Delia lathers herself with baby oil before adjusting her lounge chair making sure there’s no shade blocking her tanning session. She hands me the bottle but I decline and apply my SPF15.

A few minutes later, Delia decides to make us frozen beverages. Her butt cheeks bounce as she heads over to the custom, grass-hut tiki bar. The wooden stools are hand carved, each one a different tiki totem statue. Some have tongues sticking out, while others are smiling. The detailed work is astonishing, but so far everything I’ve seen is. Delia plugs in a blender and starts adding different ingredients for a strawberry daiquiri. While laying my towel across the lounge chair, I look up to see the Hollywood letters looking down at me. This image makes me smile and being here makes me feel like a million dollars.

I’m comfortable in my chair and Delia hands me a frozen glass. The outer layer is frosted and there’s a strawberry slice on the side. I take a sip and it’s very tasty and cooling on this hot day. We lay in the sun for a while. Once I finish my drink, I decide to take a dip in the pool. The water feels cool to my skin and I’m enjoying the view. Delia’s on her stomach still sun bathing. I notice her top strings are now undone. I shake my head and start to get excited about seeing Ethan. It shouldn’t be that much longer before he gets home.

As I enjoy my surroundings, I don’t hear Ethan step out onto the patio. My back is turned towards the door when I hear the jingle of keys being thrown on the table. I turn around and a topless Delia rushing to kiss my man right on the lips. She presses firmly against him while giggling. I clench my fist as I feel the anger build. Ethan comes to the edge of the pool.

“It’s good to see you, Little Rebel. I hope Delia and you have been getting along.”

My body is tense and unable to move or respond.

“Giselle, are you okay? You look upset.”

I shake my head to say no.

“Delia, please excuse us for a minute.”

“Sure thing.” She wraps a towel around herself and steps back into the house.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m pissed. Why is she kissing you on the mouth? And while topless?”

“Giselle, that means nothing, that’s just something she does with everyone. Didn’t she kiss you at the airport?”

“No, but she did hug me and it felt like she groped the side of my breast. I wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it but I was uncomfortable.” 

“I think you’ve had enough of Delia for one day, let me send her home. And Little Rebel, we have a lot of catching up.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ethan has planned a romantic dinner for us. I’m exhausted from traveling but excited for what the night will hold. Delia’s comment earlier about Ethan finding me adorable is weighing heavy on my mind, therefore tonight I decide to be sexy. Thank goodness I went lingerie shopping with Carmen. I pull out a black lace bra and cream satin thong with black lace around the waistband. I put on a sheer leopard button down shirt and a hot pink mini skirt. This outfit is for easy access, especially since Ethan has a habit of ripping my clothing.

We eat dinner on the patio and our conversation is fun and lighthearted. Ethan is dressed very casually in a black pullover shirt and shorts. He tells me that I’m his dessert and he’ll eat me in the bedroom. This excites me.

He blindfolds me and tells me to trust him. Not being able to see is strange but thrilling at the same time. Ethan’s very patient with me as I climb the steps. He lets me know we have entered his room and that he’s going to remove the blindfold but wants me to keep my eyes closed for a few seconds.

              “Giselle, open your eyes.”

              What I see shocks me. I’m furious and intrigued. Delia’s sitting naked on the bed, her body is flawless from every angle. Ethan sucks on her breast and she seductively smiles while playing with herself. Seeing Ethan pleasuring her perfect nipples has surprisingly made me wet.

              “Don’t be scared darling, come play. You know you want to.”

I’m confused. Should I run or join them. Delia pushes Ethan off of her and sensually walks towards me. At first she kisses my cheeks and then places her soft lips on mine. I’ve never kissed a girl before or been sexually attracted to one and I’m unsure of what to do. Delia starts unbuttoning my shirt and slowly pulls down my skirt. Ethan watches with an indecent grin. She runs her hands over my lingerie and kisses my belly. Seconds later, I’m completely nude.

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

She places two fingers between my fold, I find myself extremely aroused. Her fingers become moist from my juices, she brings them to her pouty mouth and sucks them dry.

Ethan instructs us to join him on the bed. He hungrily kisses me while Delia’s massaging my shoulders. She gently pulls me back and crawls in between my legs. I moan as she licks my clitoris and then slips a finger inside. Before I climax, Ethan kisses me while squeezing my nipples. Ethan’s mouth meets my nipples as she sucks on my sweet spot. He starts nibbling on them one by one until they’re wonderfully sore. I’m trying to contain myself from bursting before his beautiful penis is inside me. The sound of ripped foil helps me focus as I see him take position behind her lovely backside that’s in the air. Her tongue pauses, she purrs slightly from the insertion of his penis inside her butt.

“Oh, Ethan,” she says using both hands to grip my hips, her nails are partially digging into my sides. He starts thrusting and pounding harder, going deeper inside her rectum. She bites her bottom lip and releases her grip. She takes my fingers and starts using them to rub between her wet lips with intense movement. She kisses me, there’s a vibrating sound and something is inserted in me. I try to sit up.

“Relax,. While Ethan’s fucking me, I will fuck you.”

Usually I would be turned off by someone making such vulgar comments but right now I’m the opposite. She pulls out the vibrator and increases the speed while rubbing it directly on my clit. This experience is overwhelming and I’m ready for my release. Before I have a chance to come, the vibrations once again enter my vagina and she starts matching them with the rhythm that Ethan’s giving her. My left hand is still stroking her wetness, and the other is gripping the comforter as she continues pushing in and out of me. I begin to speed up my rubbing on her clit, her breathing increases as she moans louder with every touch and thrust. Ethan smacks her butt and pulls her hair back towards him which causes the vibrator to move and hit the spot that sends the room spinning for me. Within a few seconds, Delia lands breathless and sweaty right beside me.

Ethan goes to the bathroom to remove the condom and clean himself. He comes out with two wet wash clothes and a clean towel. He starts wiping my vagina down first, the warm cloth feels good on my sensitive spot. He kisses me before moving over and doing the same thing for Delia. He discards the items. I look down and see his hard penis is ready for more action.

I lick my lips and Delia looks at me with the same lustful expression. Ethan brings his penis to my lips, I start licking and sucking him. His hands are on the back of my head controlling the speed of my blowjob. Delia inserts two fingers in me while my mouth is occupied. I moan. Ethan releases my head and his penis slowly comes out. I lick around the crown before he places it in Delia’s mouth. I open Delia’s legs and lick her private area as she did mine earlier. This is my first time offering enjoyment to a female, I focus on the key spots for which bring me indescribable ecstasy. Taking my fingers between her slickness, I rub them up and down before inserting one, and then another. She’s soaking wet when I remove my fingers and replace them with my mouth. I start licking down the fold, sucking on the clitoris before putting my tongue inside her and licking wildly. Her juices taste like expensive champagne, and I can feel her muscles tightening on the inside. When Ethan looks back to see my tongue in her, his eyes light up with desire. He tells Delia to stop and retrieves another condom from the nightstand.