Page 21 of Hollywood

We spent hours in bed as we explored each other’s bodies, succumbing to pleasure time and time again. By the time we paused for dinner, my body was deliciously sore, theache reminded me of everything we’d done whenever it pulsed. A hot shower later and I met Hollywood in the kitchen wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts. “How long was I in the shower?” There were half a dozen takeout containers spread around the table.

“Long enough to order food and have it delivered.” He motioned to the containers and rattled off what was basically an Italian feast. “Figured we needed to keep our energy up.”

“Smart and pretty, a winning combination.”

His laugh was deep and gravelly, his eyes crinkled at the corners as if he was a man who laughed with his whole body. “I think so.”

We each settled on opposite sides of the table, smiling as we dug into the food like we hadn’t just eaten tacos a few hours earlier. Everything was amazing but the garlic risotto was the highlight of the meal, aside from the sculpted pecs and abs that made up my dinner view. “So,” I began slowly because I was totally about to bethatgirl. “Did you leave anybody brokenhearted when you went off to prison? Besides Dad, I mean.”

His lips twitched. “Nope.”

“So you’re like a player or just afraid of commitment?” I was so eager to know everything about him. I knew that one afternoon of fucking didn’t make him my boyfriend, but this was my shot and like I told Luisa, I was going to grab onto it with both hands.

He thought about it for a minute before he answered. “A little bit of both. There was someone once, years ago. Thoughtit was love but it didn’t work out, so since then I’ve kept things casual.”

That shouldn’t have given me hope but it blossomed to life inside my chest anyway. There was still the issue of my dad, who would lose his shit if he ever found out, but still I felt like I had a chance. “Interesting.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not sure guys my age are capable of heartbreak. Ego bruised a little, sure. But I doubt there were any real feelings involved, on their end or mine.”

“A cynic?”

“Not necessarily, but I know that most guys look at me and see a chick they want to bang, and they’ll say anything to make that happen. I didn’t love the guys I’ve been with, but they liked me.”

“Fucking idiots,” he grumbled. “You’re amazing in addition to your stunning face and hot body.”

I smiled so big my cheeks ached. “Careful Hollywood, or I might think you like me.”

“You should think it, because I do like you. All of you.” There wasn’t a hint of amusement on his face. His expression was deadly serious and somehow a shiver and a lightning rod of heat speared through my body.

I was a mess of want and need. Arousal pulsed through me, and I squeezed my thighs together. “Good, because I like you too.” I liked him a lot more than I should considering all the other shit that was going on right now.

“I figured that by the way you jumped in my arms and attacked me.” He was teasing me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well after that kiss you laid on me, what else could I do? You’re a really good kisser. On both sets of lips.”

“Just wait,” he promised. “I ordered an extra cup of caramel sauce for the brownie, or other things.”

Desire slammed into me, hard and agonizing. My eyes closed and images appeared of me on the bed with my legs spread wide, his blond head buried between my thighs as he licked my pussy until every drop of caramel was gone. “Is there enough for two?”

His face heated and his gaze went pitch black. “I guess we’ll find out.”

I jumped to my feet and quickly removed my t-shirt. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re ready for dessert.” I took off and a second later I felt the heat of his body behind me.

He caught me on the stairs and wrapped one of his arms around my waist before he spun me to face him. “Right here. Now.” He sank to his feet and wrapped one leg and then the other over his shoulders, eating my pussy while I was basically suspended in the air. His hands on my thighs and the wall were the only things that kept me up while I writhed and flailed under the wicked moves of his magical mouth.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes!” I lost myself in the pleasure that Hollywood gave me, the way he made me feel. The noises he let out as he ate me, like I was a gourmet meal, would haunt me for as long as I lived. It didn’t take long before another orgasm exploded from every pore of my body. I shook in his arms, butHollywood never stopped, barely slowed down until I cried out and begged him to stop.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who fucked a guy once and fell in love, but the crush I’d had on him for most of my life was alive and well, and growing into something more, something bigger with each passing day.

Every swipe of his tongue.

Every stroke of his big dick.

Don’t think about that now.We were stuck together until I was safe so I promised myself I would enjoy the time we had together, however long it lasted. Maybe it would become something more, maybe it wouldn’t.

But I knew without a doubt that it would be a hell of a lot of fun for however long it did last. That thought, and the orgasm, cleared my mind and when we landed on the bed, I smiled as I turned to Hollywood and said two words that drove him crazy for the rest of the night. “My turn.”

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