Page 3 of Hollywood Games
Zoe’s love for him exploded like a star, a sweet pain, so overwhelming it hurt. She clamped her legs around his waist, raked her fingers into his hair, dragging his ear to her mouth. ‘I love you too, Rory. I’m so sorry. You’re the other half of me.’ He raised his head, looking at her desperately, then kissed her like a drowning man gasping for air. She responded hungrily, her tongue meeting his, jolts of electricity stinging her lips. His cock was hot and hard between them, pressing into her belly. She gripped his backside, grinding into him, sucking at his bottom lip. He growled as he clung to her, the water pouring down their bodies. He brought his head away, his gaze hazy and unfocused, his irises shining with silver light.
The universe contracted to this moment, the only sounds in existence the drumming of water and their panting breaths. Rory blinked, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Zoe brushed a wet curl from his forehead. She traced a path down his jaw. Taking her middle finger, she ran it along the glossy softness of his lower lip, then into the hot heat of his mouth. He sucked on it, rolling and circling his tongue around the end. She pulled it out with a pop and darted her tongue out to lick it. Rory watched, mesmerised, as she trailed it down her neck, over her collarbone to the swell of her breast. Her nipples were hard and aching to be touched; she let out a whimper as she grazed the tip.
Rory fell on her, batting her hand to the side and bringing his mouth to her breasts. ‘Mine,’ he growled, kissing around the soft flesh, rubbing the pad of his thumbs across her swollen nipples. Zoe called out, arching to him, the pleasure shooting between her legs, her body twitching with the need for more. He sucked on a nipple, rubbing it with the roughness of his tongue.
She gasped his name, running her fingers into his hair as he devoured her. Every minute movement sent shocks over her skin. She could hear blood roaring in her ears with the urgent beat of her heart, feel his groans reverberating through her, the water drumming on her hypersensitive skin, sensation layering on sensation. Her body was no longer her own, it was entirely enslaved to him. Each lick, suck, touch sent her higher. Her head lolled against the back wall of the shower.
He moved again, dropping to his knees and burying his tongue in her hot, wet centre. ‘Rory!’ she cried. Everything was too sensitive and she tried to move away, but he clamped her to the shelf with his arms, spread her soft lips and lapped at her clitoris. Coloured lights fizzed and collided behind her eyelids. Her cells were boiling, her body vibrating with the rising pressure. She couldn’t contain it any longer and sobbed as she felt the oncoming release. He increased the speed of his tongue, moving it rapidly from side to side, sending her rocketing over the edge.
She cried out, then her throat closed, and her head jerked back. The orgasm shattered through her. Every atom inside her split, detonating endless, looping, explosions of light. She convulsed, her body lifting away from the wall, then thumping back against it. Rory held her tightly, eking out her pleasure, until she went soft. Her chest was heaving, her limbs trembling as the water continued to pitter-patter against her skin. Her mind was scattered, lost amongst the stars. It was impossible to hold on to even one thought, let alone bring herself back to any form of coherence. She felt liquid, her edges melting into the water. Rory lazily licked his way to her clitoris again and her hips jerked. She whimpered and tried to push him away. It was too much, too soon. She couldn’t do it. He held her fast, licking with agonisingly deliberate strokes, teasing out more sensation, until she stiffened around him again, her thighs locking around his head, another cry escaping her lips as a burning fire of pleasure scorched through her.
She tugged at his wet hair, pulling him up. He kissed his way up her freckles and she dragged his mouth to hers, tasting herself on his tongue as she drank him in. Drunk with desire, she reached between them to feel his cock, solid in her hand. It twitched as she touched it and he let out a low moan. ‘Now, Rory.’
He looked at her; his hair dripping wet, the water running in rivers across the hard planes of his body, his arctic eyes on fire. He waited.
‘Now!’
He held himself at her entrance, nudging gently as he nuzzled her jaw, angling her head up. His mouth found hers and she sighed, letting herself open to him. His kisses were soft and soulful, the tip of his tongue easing inside as his cock started to fill her. He was huge but she was hungry for him and wet with need. She dug her nails into his backside, urging him deeper. He pulled back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. His arms were braced either side of her, his hands clutching the edge of the shelf. She needed more. She pulled him towards her as she thrust her hips.
He pushed into her, filling her completely as he cried out, ‘Zoe! I can’t, I can’t hold back. You’ve—’
But Zoe didn’t want to hold back. She wanted him to lose control, for him to come apart in her arms. She wrapped her legs around his back, crossed them at the ankles and held behind his neck, pulling him closer. She slanted her mouth over his, muffling his cries. She felt his hesitation, the tension as he tried to resist, then the moment he gave in. He lifted her off the shelf, thrusting into her, hard and fast. She bit down on his wet shoulder, as pleasure shot through her. He pumped his hips, shouting her name, shuddering with his release. He held her tightly to him, then lowered her back to the shelf, panting into her hair. Zoe kissed him, stroking his back. ‘I love you, Rory,’ she whispered.
He shook his head. ‘That was embarrassing.’
She pulled at his hair to make him look at her. ‘It was incredible. It always is.’
His cheeks were flushed. ‘I want it to be good for you and I last less than a minute. Fuck’s sake, I’m worse than a teenager.’
‘Well, you have been trying to cultivate your inner monk. Did you really not come since you last saw me?’
Rory smiled. ‘Not intentionally, but I did wake every morning in a wet patch so my abstinence wasn’t entirely successful. Hang on, I think the water’s about to run—’
‘Aagghhhh!’ Zoe yelled as the shower brought the outside temperature in. She pushed open the door, leapt out, and held a towel protectively around her. Rory grinned, and rinsed himself under the cold water.
‘You should try it. Cold showers are good for the immune system.’
‘Not on your nelly. You’re welcome to them,’ Zoe replied, drying herself as she ogled him through the glass door. She looked at the shelf running along the back wall. It had been the perfect height and width for what they’d just done. She frowned. He raised an eyebrow.
‘Did you make that shelf for any particular reason?’ she asked.
‘It’s for your hair products,’ he replied innocently. Zoe stared at him until his composure broke. ‘Okay, I may have assessed all surfaces in the cabin for alternative uses, but I hope you’ll find them satisfactory.’
Zoe swallowed, feeling a pulsing wave of heat spreading inside her. She was insatiable for him. She hung the towel up and exited the bathroom before she started drooling.
Outside, she put on her pyjamas and opened the fridge. She jumped at the sound of the bathroom door closing, and turned. He was a lion of a man, and looking hungrily at her. A towel was tied low on his hips, the soft light of the cabin sending the sculptural planes of his body into stark definition. He’d lost weight, which only augmented the lines of his muscles. He walked to her, stopping so close she could feel the heat radiating off him. She swallowed nervously.
‘Something’s not right,’ he said, shutting the fridge door.
Her heart stuttered. ‘What?’
He tugged off his towel and leaned past her to hang it on the back of a chair. ‘You’re wearing clothes.’ He removed them, lifted her into his arms, and turned to the bed.
‘I can walk you know! That’s what my legs are for.’
‘You bring out the caveman in me. And I’d much prefer you used your legs for wrapping around me.’ He put her down gently in the middle of the bed, then lay beside her, tracing her freckles.
She ran her fingers over the muscles of his chest. ‘You’ve lost weight.’
