Page 12 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

“Um, maybe because this is real life and no one who is as put together and beautiful as you are would look twice at someone like me. I mean, there’s a little guilt because you walk around shirtless, not to mention stripping down to your underwear whenever we talk, and I trace every inch of your skin with my eyes because I can’t help myself.

And I’m sure I’m not the only person to tell you this, but you’re, well, perfect. ”

Connor laughed and shook his head. “I’m human and despite the image I allow the world to witness, which isn’t close to who I am, I have feelings and doubts.”

My brows drew down again. “Doubts about what?”

“You.”

His one word hurt my heart. “Oh.”

“You confuse me because, for once, I want something for myself that isn’t defined by a time limit or even common sense.

Sex, while it feels good and who doesn’t want to have it as much as possible to get that high, doesn’t appeal to me if it’s not with you.

But I also want so much more than time in bed. ”

The frustrated expression on his face and the way his hand clenched into a fist as he spoke told me he wasn’t comfortable with these thoughts.

“Nothing has to change between us, Connor. I’ll always be your friend. Besides, you have experience with not letting your emotions get involved. Maybe you see me as someone to take under your wing, and since I get along with your family, it’s only natural you become comfortable with me.”

He exhaled loudly and relaxed while his next words took me by surprise. “This shoot is taking far too long.”

“You’re coming home Friday. And the triplets told me you love being on location, as they call it. Isn’t this project shorter compared to your other roles?”

“Yeah, but I’m tiring of being away from home all the time.

Working with Spencer, Lee, and Kaid starting up this production company has been more fulfilling than any action movie role, which is the only work offered to me in the last five years.

I would have loved to work on several other projects, including a romantic comedy, but they shot me down. ”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting something more substantial.”

Connor swallowed and glanced away from the screen. “Yeah, it seems I want it in all different areas of my life.”

Our conversation grew to a standstill as I watched the emotions play out over his face. I studied his expressions, and I’m a little ashamed to say the rest of his body. The swell of his pecs, the ridges of his stomach, and the muscles of his thighs as he flexed and relaxed his legs.

“I like the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching you,” Connor growled.

A flush heated my skin, but when I glanced into his eyes, the desire banked in his gaze made me throb from head to toe. A whimper escaped me when his hand moved from where it lay near his neck, brushing his fingertips along his collarbone to his sternum.

“What…” I cleared my throat, “what are you doing?”

“Ever thought about having phone sex with me, Ollie?”

And with that question, my brain shut down, my body pulsed with pure need, and I moaned aloud.

“Fuck, Ollie. You can’t moan my name like that.”

I hadn’t realized I did. “Then, fucking don’t touch yourself while saying words. Fucking hell, I’m throbbing in my sweats right now and I’m going to fucking come without even touching myself.”

The moan that escaped him at my unintentional words made me clench and dribble precome in my underwear.

I arched my back and realized then I found myself prone on my bed without knowing how I moved into the position.

The sensations running through by body were as strong as I imagined they would be if I were being touched by him.

And then the most far-fetched, implausible, astonishing pick a damn adjective thing happened.

His left hand pushed down the waistband of the tightest, sexiest boxer briefs I’d ever seen.

I tried to stop myself from staring when he revealed the tip of his cock, flushed red and leaking, but couldn’t tear my gaze away, wanting more.

Adding to the embarrassment, I whimpered when he freed himself, and moaned when the monstrous thing jumped up and slapped against his stomach.

For a long moment, I forgot the cornerstone of keeping myself alive and stared at him as he studied me.

“Breathe, carino mío , breathe.”

His words, whispered and tender, were my absolute downfall. With a harsh inhale, I clawed at my tee, ripping it off my body and jammed down my sweats, revealing I wasn’t wearing any underwear along with the rest of my pale, naked form.

Connor’s breath hitched before he let out a long, shaky moan and said, “Fuck me. You’ve been holding out on me, Ol.”

“You should talk. Your dick is beautiful; long and…”

I bit my lip as I ogled him, unable to help my eyes from roaming his entire naked form, before my words stumbled out of my mouth, “The girth would be amazing stretching me wide?—”

“Ollie!”

I watched in awe as precome dribbled from his dick and my mouth watered as I imagined the flavor exploding on my tongue. Would he be salty, sweet, a mixture of both? Unable to stop myself, I licked my lips, pretending a drop had landed there and I could savor his desire for me.

“What are you thinking about?”

A moan escaped my throat as my imagination inundated my brain with detailed images of all the places I would touch, with both my hands and my lips.

“All the ways I would find to make you come and the flavor that would burst on my tongue before I swallowed you down, and above all, the ways I can pleasure you until you fall apart.”

His head bent back and he let out a groan, strangling the base of his cock as his balls looked as though they were ready for an intense release.

“Your voice, when you’re not turned on, is deadly.

But now, seeing your body flushed with need and your beautiful cock weeping as you talk about all the ways you want to pleasure me, I’m both selfish for wanting your intense concentration centered on me and turned on because I knew you’d be selfless, even in bed. ”

I huffed out a laugh. “I think you’re giving me too much credit here.

With everything I want to do to you, I’m mindful of your pleasure, which drives me insane as I think about it.

The sexiest thing I could ever see is you getting off from my touch.

Your dick makes my mouth water and my hole flutter, anticipating how you’d stretch me open as you slide inside me.

I’ve never even had anything inside me, but I’m drooling at the thought. ”

Another dribble of precome and a deep groan made my breath catch, concentrating on his release, but I became distracted as his fingers spread liquid around, making his glorious cock glisten.

“I want to taste you. But not just milking your release with my mouth. I’ve researched sex a lot, it comes with my line of work, and I’ve always wanted to try something. Some people say it’s disgusting, but it’s a turn on when I think about it.”

“What?” Connor croaked.

“Rimming. Do you… would you let me?—”

“Holy shit,” his breath rushed out, before he whispered, “you want to?”

My eyes fluttered closed as I pictured Connor draped over the side of a bed, his head pillowed in his arms as I ran my hands along his strong, muscular back to his rounded ass.

Kneeling behind him, my fingers would rub circles over his skin as he moaned in anticipation until I could stand it no longer and ran my tongue from his taint up and over his hole.

“Yes,” I hissed. “I want to explore every inch of your body, find all those places that light you up and repeat it over and over until your body gives in and you come down my throat, or on me, marking me. Fuck, if I could make you come, I could live off hearing you moan for the rest of my days.”

His back arched, and he hissed. “Fuck, carino mío , I am going to fucking come.”

“What do you like in bed? From your partner?” I asked.

He gasped. “I’m not picky. Whatever feels good.”

“So I’d start with your nipples, scraping them with my teeth until the swollen nubs stiffened before I sucked them into my mouth and flicked them with my tongue.

I’d bite down your delectable abs and trace my tongue over the cut of your hips until they shot forward, letting me know your throbbing, leaking cock needs attention?—”

“Unnnggh, fuck… Ollie!”

Connor shouted and spurt over his hand, ropes of white milky come landing on his stomach and chest and I gasped in surprise, coughing on nothing as I watched the mesmerizing sight in front of me.

“Fucking hell, Connor. I’ve witnessed nothing as erotic as your orgasm.”

He flopped back onto the bed and I watched his chest rise and fall with sharp breaths until his eyes met mine.

“Your turn,” he growled.

From his harsh demand and without touching my dick, I threw my head back and grunted when my release shot down my spine, squeezing my balls tight, and come spewed out of my pulsing dick over and over.

“That’s fucking hot. Fuck, you didn’t even touch yourself.”

I gasped and said, “You’re… voice. Can’t.”

“And now I’m thinking of other tempting ways I could make you come without a hand or friction on your dick. I wonder if I can make you come from being inside you, stroking your prostate with every thrust.”

He dropped his head to the pillow, and I noticed the happy, relaxed features as he gazed at me, half-lidded. They widened when I reached for my tee and swiped at the come on my chest and chin, relaxing back against my bed, naked and sated.

“Well, I hope that’s an incentive to hurry back.”

Connor sat up and whispered something I couldn’t quite hear, his intent gaze on my face.

“What?” He questioned.

“What I said earlier, about how I wanted to explore you and make you come? That wasn’t something to get you off. It’s something that appeals to me in ways I can’t put into words. But if you want nothing to happen past this, it’s fine and we can forget about it,” I said.

“No, the last thing I want is for us to go back. I’m pretty sure my body craved yours during our kiss in my room, where it took everything in my power not to throw you on my bed. But ever since then, I want you. All of you.”

Despite the seriousness of his expression, my smile kept growing as he kept talking, and my heart threatened to pound out of my chest.

“You have me.” My words reflected my unwavering commitment to truth.

“What if I want you as my boyfriend?”

Stunned silence met his question, and I searched his face as he waited for my answer.

“Uh… what?”

“You heard me, Ol. Although I’ve never had one before, I want you to be my boyfriend.”

Well, for someone who made a living by finding the right words, I forgot all of them, stunned.

“Um…” I cleared my throat and started again, “Connor, are you sure? I mean, if you want to wait to label anything between us, I’m fine with it. There’s no pressure.”

He studied my face as I stared back at him, wanting to know what he was thinking, but his gave nothing away.

There was no tension in me because if he decided not to label the change in our relationship, I refused to be disappointed.

To be honest, I never thought, despite our shared kisses, that Connor would want more than something casual with me, and despite his words, I still didn’t.

“There you go again. You underestimate your appeal,” he shook his head before he continued.

“I’ve tried to think of you as a friend, despite you knowing me better than anyone else, including family.

But all my excuses for why we wouldn’t work, the reasons I shouldn’t allow myself to fuck this up, don’t matter in the end, because I’ve experienced nothing like this before. ”

“Like… what?” I choked out.

Pure happiness shone in his eyes as he smiled at me.

“Before you, I was ignorant to the fact I was half a person. Going through life thinking I was happy when I settled for what I knew was easy. But with you, I want to challenge myself. I can’t guarantee that I’ll be any good at being a boyfriend and thinking about someone other than myself, but I figure you or someone in the family will school me when I fuck up.

And I will fuck up, you know that, right, Ollie? ”

I swallowed as emotions clogged my throat, and I shook my head.

“We all do from time to time. But all I ask is that you talk to me. About anything. Like if you change your mind or decide you can’t be in a monogamous relationship. As long as we communicate, there will be no misunderstandings and it lessens the likelihood we both get hurt.”

A long, silent minute passed before his face softened and he nodded. “Agreed.”

The rest of the night, we talked about any subject that came up and when Connor blew me a kiss goodnight, my heart swelled and I might have begged the gods for as much time with the man as I could get.

Because in real life, movie stars who could have anyone they wanted don’t settle for nerdy guys in glasses.