Page 17 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

CONNOR

I n my life, I’ve had no issues finding willing partners to indulge my carnal side.

But never in all my years of being sexually active did anything feel even half as good as Ollie fingering me while worshiping my body with his mouth.

For a minute, I thought I’d pass out when his attention centered on my nipples.

But then he moved on and my mind blanked, just reacting to his touch, needing more.

Sensitive didn’t even describe how my body buzzed, anticipation growing inside me for what was to come. Everything, from his kisses to basic skin contact, sent my nerves haywire, and I leaned into everything Ollie wanted to do to me.

I couldn’t remember the last time I bottomed for someone. It wasn’t a trust issue. I was down for getting fucked whenever I took the time to get to know someone enough to get naked with them. But more often than not, I attracted men who were power bottoms or thought of me as an exclusive top.

To me, when all parties had a good time and got off, I was more than happy to play any role they wanted me to.

But with Ollie, I was so in tune with his touch, each nerve ending exposed and pulsing with pleasure, I became overzealous and found myself on top of the younger man, holding him down. The next words out of his mouth gave me a full body shiver.

“Yes, beautiful, fuck me. Take your pleasure,” Ollie groaned out. “Nnnnng… you’re so fucking tight.”

“Been… awhile,” I panted out.

Done with holding myself back, I closed my eyes as lowered myself down, moaning as every ridge on his cock brushed my walls as he stretched me open to take all of him. When I bottomed out, my breaths were fast as I panted at the delicious way his cock filled me.

My entire body jerked as Ollie scraped his nails down my chest and, being unprepared for the pulse of his cock inside my channel, I rolled my hips, seeking the epicenter of pleasure.

“Beautiful, you’re perfect,” Ollie groaned as he caressed me all over.

Unable to keep still, he drove up into me when I lifted myself up and then dropped back down. His hands on my hips kept me grounded, but my thighs trembled, not used to such exertion and appearing weak from the absolute sensual gratification of having Ollie inside me.

Of course, the man who I grew addicted to the second he sat next to me on the plane sensed I was straining and took control.

He maneuvered me onto my side, facing me away from him, and draped my leg back over his hip.

I closed my eyes and groaned as he slid back inside me, cock pulsing and stretching me even deeper from this angle.

His mouth nibbled on my neck, finding every single pulse point that sent a thrill through me.

Before long, he was slamming his hips against mine as he tweaked my nipples and growled near my ear.

“Is this good… for you, beautiful?” He panted.

I choked out, trying to answer, but soon gave up as I reached behind me, clutching onto his thigh and he drove himself inside me, holding him tight as he ground his cock against my prostate.

The head of my cock burbled out a thick spurt of precome and I held on tighter, needing him to ground me as I lost myself to the sensations.

“I don’t remember… sex being this…” I stumbled over my words before trailing off.

It was then Ollie tilted my head back and kissed me breathless. I loved the way his body moved in a natural rhythm with mine and the safe way he embraced as he fucked me, so I let go and just allowed myself to give into the sensations.

So lost in his passion, I gasped when he pulled out of me and rolled me onto my back.

Before I could figure out why he wasn’t inside me any longer, his mouth wrapped around my cock and he took me deep, swallowing me down as the tip neared the back of his throat.

I cursed aloud when my hips shot up, but instead of choking him, the man moaned around me as though he liked my rough treatment.

He almost pushed me past the point of no return as he fondled my balls, adding to the insane level of pleasure I experienced.

“Holy shit?—”

My brain leaked out through my ears as he took me all the way down, rubbing his tongue clinging against the underside of my cock as he hummed his excitement. Knowing I was seconds from losing the little control I had and coming down Ollie’s throat, I squeezed his shoulder and whimpered.

With a slurp, he pulled off my cock. His eyes roamed over my wrecked form; my chest heaving as I tried to get as much oxygen as I could into my lungs, chest and face were hot from all his ministrations, and I throbbed all over, wanting to come but needing to hold off for as long as possible.

“Please,” I begged.

I about choked on my tongue as Ollie knee-walked over to me, his hard dick slapping against his stomach with each swaying movement.

It was the softness of the smile on his face that made me sigh as his hand rubbed up and down my leg, comforting me.

It was not an area I would consider erogenous at all, but still pulsed through me and caused me to arch my back in anticipation.

Ollie placed his hands on the back of my thighs and without rushing me, exposed me to his view.

“Do you want me to fuck you until you come all over both of us?”

The quiet spoken man made me shiver as his voice deepened when he growled out the question, which caused precome to spill from me.

“Yes, fuck, yes. I want you inside me!”

The easy way he bent me in half boggled my mind, since I wasn’t all that limber. I kept in shape from all the movies where the director expected a muscular actor who needed to look good without a shirt on, but being bent in half to satisfy my partner was something I never thought to try.

He teased my pulsing hole by slapping the head of his leaking cock against it several times. His gaze lingered on the way his precome dripped onto my already wet entrance, and I sensed it like a physical stroke, causing a whimper to escape my throat.

Expression serious for a long moment, but that all changed when Ollie locked eyes with me and the side of his lips tilted in a smile, which stole my breath. But his next words almost pushed me off the edge.

“Connor, you are fucking magnificent. Beautiful both on the outside and in your heart. And I’m thrilled I’m able to share this moment with you.”

My throat rumbled in a groan as Ollie slid inside me with a deliberate pace.

I throbbed around his cock and watched in fascination as he closed his eyes and cursed out a sharp retort, holding himself steady above me.

His chest heaved with short pants and he was chanting something under his breath, inaudible yet mesmerizing.

When his eyelids shot open and the ring of azure blue flashed at me, I realized I was in for the ride of my life.

Ollie reached for my wrists and directed my arms back above my head. His cock glided another few inches inside me and I panted as I waited to see what happened next.

My breath rushed out when, without warning, he thrust all the way inside me and this time not giving me time to adjust to his girth. A shout escaped when he canted his hips back before angling his cock to rub against my prostate.

“Oh, fuck yes!”

I flung my head back onto the pillow as I dug my heels into Ollie’s back, lifting my hips up to meet his, shivering as pure carnal need throbbed through me.

Ollie making love to me was a novel experience for me, even with my encounters with the older, more seasoned men who were dominate tops.

While their commands did nothing for me, Ollie’s every move from tightening his hold over my wrists to cupping my ass with his other hand, brushing his pinkie along my stretched hole, sending sparks of pure light through me, sent me to another plane of salacious delight.

When he dropped to nibble on my neck and collarbone, I clutched at him as though he might disappear if I wasn’t grounding him to me. Words babbled out of my throat, nothing making sense in the heat of the moment, but somehow conveying what I needed.

To be fucked into the mattress. Used until Ollie came deep inside me, marking me as his. This wasn’t a temporary sensation because I realized when I asked him to be my boyfriend, I was already breaking my one rule of never getting involved.

The logical part of my brain recognized we could break up at any time and we didn’t owe each other anything more than a chance for our relationship to become more. But I’d already done what I believed I couldn’t; commit to one person.

Restlessness and a drive to be the best at whatever I set my mind to came from early in my childhood. I was off to do and see the next best thing, my attention incapable of being snagged by one place or on one person. The striving to see and do all, at my pace, without ties to limit my desires.

That itch to meet new people and experience new things has now turned out to be something I wanted to share with Ollie. My ambitions haven’t changed, but they included the man who already held a piece of my heart.

As Ollie’s lips scorched me in a kiss so hot it sent sparks up and down my spine, a familiar tingle of my release tightened my balls and made me clutch Ollie tighter.

“Fuck! I’m going to come soon, beautiful.”

His hand wrapped around my dick and he stroked me with each thrust of his, the sensations becoming overwhelming.

Without warning, my dick pulsed with a stream of come, locking up my body and taking me by complete surprise.

The intensity of the release stole what little breath I had left, and I watched in awe as the first rope landed on my chest.

“Yes! Squeeze my cock. So good.”

“Oh, hell!”

His encouragement, something I never thought I’d enjoy, caused my body to seize, holding him inside me. My entire body trembled as several more ropes shot out of me, but my panted answer became moans of delight when Ollie’s thick cock swelled inside me.

“Are you sure?—”

“Mark me, carino mío !”