**Title: Tangled Up in Margot**

I still can’t believe it happened. Margot fucking Robbie. *Here.* In my hotel room, after some bullshit after-party where we’d been flirting all night—just subtle enough to keep it under the radar, but obvious enough that I knew she wanted me. And now, here we were, her pressed against me, her lips soft and sweet from champagne, her fingers already teasing under the hem of my shirt.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, those blue eyes dark with lust. “You taste so fucking good,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over my bottom lip before she leaned in again. This time, it wasn’t just a kiss—it was *hunger.* Her tongue slid against mine, hot and wet, teasing me open with slow, filthy strokes. I moaned into her mouth, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer, needing to feel every inch of her against me.

Margot didn’t waste time. Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my clothes, fingers tracing the curve of my waist, dipping under my bra to tease my nipples. I gasped when she pinched one, my back arching into her touch. She smirked against my lips. “You like that?” she whispered, her breath warm on my skin.

I could only nod, too turned on to form words. Her mouth moved from my lips to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, her teeth scraping just enough to make me whimper. I tangled my fingers in her perfect blonde hair, tugging her closer, wanting more.

She laughed—this low, throaty sound—and pulled me toward the bed. I let her push me down, watching as she straddled my thighs, her dress riding up to show off those fucking legs. My hands slipped under the fabric, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs, inching higher until I could trace the edge of her panties.

Margot rocked against my fingers, her breath hitching when I brushed against her pussy through the lace. “Fuck,” she muttered, grinding down, letting me feel how wet she already was. She leaned down, her lips grazing my ear. “I want you to taste me.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I flipped us over, pressing her into the mattress, my mouth finding hers again as I shoved her dress up past her waist. Her panties were soaked, clinging to her pussy, and I groaned at the sight. I hooked my fingers into the sides, dragging them down her legs before tossing them aside.

Margot spread her thighs, her cunt glistening under the dim light. “Don’t fucking tease,” she demanded, her hands fisting in my hair.

I smirked and lowered my mouth to her, licking a slow stripe up her slit. She gasped, her hips jerking, and I did it again, slower this time, savoring the way she tasted—sweet and salty and *perfect.* Her clit was already hard, and I circled it with my tongue, flicking fast, then slow, just to hear her moan.

“Oh my god, *yes*,” she whimpered, arching into me. “Just like that—fuck—”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking her deep while she writhed under me. She was so tight, her walls clenching around me, and I curled my fingers just right, rubbing that spot that made her gasp my name.

Margot came with a broken cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she shuddered. I didn’t stop—I kept licking, kept fingering her, drawing out her orgasm until she was panting and pushing at my shoulders.

She dragged me up, kissing me hard, tasting herself on my lips. “Your turn,” she growled, flipping me onto my back and pulling my pants down before I could even blink.

Her mouth was on me in seconds—hot, wet, *perfect.* She sucked my clit like she was starving for it, her fingers plunging inside me, curling just right. I was already so close, my whole body shaking, and when she looked up at me with those damn blue eyes, I lost it.

I came with a cry, grinding against her mouth, her tongue dragging out every last shuddering wave of pleasure.

Margot crawled up my body, smirking as she kissed me again—slow this time, deep and filthy. “Round two?” she whispered.

I didn’t have to be asked twice.