Page 44 of Hollywood Games
The next evening, to celebrate the shoot, Kirsten and Vlad were arranging an ‘earth meal’ for the stars, the producers, heads of departments, Rory, Zoe and Barbara. The formal dining room had been completely taken over, and Brad’s chef co-opted to produce a meal that was designed to ‘heal mother earth and promote peace and spiritual enlightenment’. Zoe wasn’t sure what to expect but wished she’d gone to Morag’s for dinner beforehand just in case. She’d hardly eaten all day and was starving.
Rory had been back to the cabin to check on Basil and fill the Rayburn, and brought extra clothes in case they decided to stay the night at the castle. Zoe found him in the dining room, dithering over where to seat Brad. Rory’s name was at the head of the table, but he was still holding the place cards for Brad, Zoe and Barbara. She slid her arms around his waist. ‘Put him next to your mum. He made her laugh.’
Rory whipped around and lifted her onto the table, his mouth taking hers, his hips grinding against her. She could hear the sound of cutlery colliding despite the growl from Rory as he ran his hands through her hair. His lips were hot, his tongue insistent. Flashes of light shot through her as she instinctively moulded herself to him, feeling his hardness pressing into her crotch, a burning desire pounding deep inside. He laid her down on the table, tugging her right leg up behind him. They kissed each other feverishly, until a voice cut through.
‘If you are going to cavort like rutting pigs, you might want to do it away from the crystal and china,’ Barbara sniffed.
Rory stilled, and gently pulled Zoe up. A vase of white roses had been knocked over and was spilling water across the table. Zoe moved to pick it up.
Barbara touched her arm. ‘Zoe dear, I’ll deal with it. Why don’t you go and get changed? We’re due to meet in the drawing room in ten minutes.’
Zoe’s jaw dropped. Had Barbara actually used her name? Been civil to her? She stared at her in confusion.
Barbara turned to her son. ‘And you too. It’s not the night for peasant chic. And try and do something about your hair.’ She waved them away.
‘What was that about?’ hissed Zoe, as they walked up the main staircase. ‘Is she on drugs?’
Rory looked as bemused as she felt. ‘I wouldn’t question it, just be pleased she’s finally changed her tune.’
Despite Rory’s best efforts to get Zoe naked, she knew they were running behind schedule, and made him stand on the other side of the four-poster bed whilst she got changed into a long fitted black dress and tied her hair up onto the top of her head. Rory stared at her as she jiggled her breasts into place.
‘As soon as this meal is done, you’re mine,’ he growled, his voice low with lust.
Zoe twirled around. ‘Do you like it?’
‘I like it. And I love what’s in it. You’re killing me.’
Zoe flicked her eyes to the front of his kilt, raised by his enormous erection. ‘You can’t go to dinner like that.’
‘Go now and I’ll follow you in a bit. It’ll go down once you’ve gone.’
A thrill raced through her. ‘Lift your kilt. I want to see.’
Rory did as asked. He was naked and proud underneath, his cock huge and hard, his balls already drawn up. Zoe’s heart hammered in her throat. She wet her lips, and walked around the bed towards him. He didn’t move. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to sit on the edge.
‘What are you doing?’ he asked.
Zoe sank to her knees and lifted his kilt. She took his hard length and licked from the base to the tip. ‘I’m taking care of a structural issue,’ she said with a smile, then turned her attention back to his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip.
Rory threw his head back, clutching at the bed covers. ‘Jesus, Zoe. It’s been too long.’
Zoe grinned at the thought of under twenty-four hours being ‘too long’, and sank her mouth down on him, luxuriating in his loss of control. She sucked up his length, using her tongue, her lips and her hand.
Rory collapsed back on the bed. ‘Fucccckkkkkkkk!’ he cried out, his breath hissing in and out through his clenched jaw.
Zoe’s pleasure was building with his and she shifted her hips. She reached inside her knickers and groaned around his cock as she felt her own hot heat, her clitoris engorged and sensitive. She moved faster, feeling him shuddering beneath her.
‘Zoe! Stop! I’m going to come!’ he cried, his whole body straining.
Zoe’s response was to take him in deeper, the head of his cock knocking against the back of her throat, her hand twisting up his rock-hard length, her tongue rubbing over his sensitive flesh. She pounded down on him as she drove him over the edge. He jerked beneath her, a hoarse cry tearing from his lips as his orgasm broke, his hot seed pumping out. She swallowed it as he convulsed on the bed, crying her name.
She rested against his thigh, feeling the blood pulsing through him, hearing him whisper her name. She stood and lay on the bed beside him. He looked at her and blinked. She showed him her hand, then brought it down, into her pants, sinking her middle finger deep inside her. She then withdrew it and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily and levered himself up to pounce on her. But he was still groggy from his orgasm and she slipped from his grasp and went to the door.
‘I’ll see you downstairs,’ she said mischievously, and dashed out, shutting the door before he could reach her.
Zoe enteredthe drawing room and stood, taking it all in. The room was full of people, bright-eyed and in awe, or standing with feigned indifference to their opulent surroundings. The talking was loud and the laughter even louder, as people competed to be the funniest or find their superior’s jokes the most hilarious. Clive had supplied waiting staff for the evening, immaculately dressed in black and white. His daughter, Kayleigh, walked over to Zoe with a tray of drinks. The champagne flutes were filled with what appeared to be pond water.
Zoe’s nose wrinkled at the smell. ‘What is it?’
