Page 21 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

CONNOR

O llie, still laughing at the whispers from the triplets before I lured him upstairs, looked up at me when the door shut behind us and I pressed my body to his, sinking into him, as I took his mouth in a deep kiss.

It was a testament to how easy going Ollie was because he draped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer.

He was never shy about sharing affection with me.

The night was an all out celebration with arepas, which mama makes on special occasions, along with her famous cheese enchiladas, and my favorite, mole de pollo.

On top of my and Ollie’s good news, Thomas relayed he convinced Sam he’d been working himself into exhaustion and they needed time to build their relationship, so he took his required vacation days before he lost them altogether, and for the next three weeks, he planned on moving his boyfriend into his home and catching up on all the TV shows and movies he’d missed out on.

Because of his rare reprieve from work, he dropped his sometimes overbearing persona as our older brother and enjoyed the night with us.

It was great to see him snuggled up to Thomas, and for the first time in years, I watched as he relaxed and allowed himself to just be with the family.

The triplets lured Omi and Emilia into a game of Twister , which ended up in a hilarious sprawl of bodies on the floor.

Ollie, something I could attest to, was more limber than any of the others, so it ended up in a sibling contest to beat my boyfriend.

Mama encouraged them by spinning for them, laughing whenever anyone became competitive, and in my family, meant always.

It was the most fun I had with my family in years.

But now, alone with the one man who brought us all closer together and drew out the possessive beast inside me to claim him, I couldn’t get enough of him.

Kissing had never been a requirement for fucking. But with this man, slotting our lips together as I absorbed his moans, amped up my need by a thousand-fold and I reached underneath his shirt and caressed the silky skin on his back.

Why was this man so addictive?

I’d never been what the tabloids suspected; a flighty man who hopped from project to project and person to person. My interest wasn’t static and as I told Spencer when we had a press tour in South Korea, there wasn’t anyone who drew my attention for more than a day.

But Ollie, being himself, changed everything. He learned about me, got involved in my life and all the craziness that came with it, and instead of changing, he became as protective of me as I was of him.

“Connor, please,” he begged.

Without waiting another second, I slid my fingers into the back of his hair and squeezed.

I slanted my mouth and devoured him as he whimpered, clutching his fists into my shirt, yanking me closer, and pressing us together from chest to hips.

His hardness against mine elevated the need that grew inside me each time we touched, even as innocent as holding hands with this man.

“Fuck, carino mío , you drive me insane. Can I be inside you this time?”

“Yes,” Ollie breathed.

He trailed kisses from my mouth down to my neck, where he started sucking a mark on my skin, before he stilled.

“Sorry.”

A harsh breath escaped my mouth, and I lifted his chin and swept my tongue against his lips, loving the whimper I drew from his throat.

“You can mark me. Bite me, I don’t care as long as you’re touching me.”

Without another plea, I moved my hands underneath his tee and slid his shirt up, loving the muscles underneath.

At first glance, the man with messy hair, cute as hell glasses, and preferring the casual style of tees and jeans seemed nerdy.

Underneath, he had defined muscles on a compact, skinny body that lit a desire in me, flaring out of control whenever I had permission to touch.

Taking my advice, he leaned closer, shoved my shirt halfway up my chest, and bit down on a nipple, causing my body to jerk and precome to dribble from my already interested and throbbing cock.

As a man who prided myself on control of my partner’s pleasure, I was one breath away from spilling in my boxer briefs. Before I succumbed to the ultimate pleasure of being touched by Ollie, an idea of how I could make my man shout came to mind.

My hands cupped his face, bringing him up to feast on his swollen lips, as Ollie’s hands refused to stay in one place.

We broke apart only to get our shirts off, and if the glint in his eyes didn’t allow insight into his plans, then his actions as he bent his knees enlightened me.

Instead of letting him do as he pleased, I shook my head and reached over to strip him of the rest of his clothing along with mine.

“Connor, I want you in my mouth.”

A harsh chuckle escaped my throat. “I was thinking the same thing.”

With a strength I seldom used with my lovers, I gripped Ollie’s waist and lifted him to settle on the bed. With one hand on his chest, I tilted my lips in a tantalizing smile, which never failed to draw a sharp breath from his throat before he relaxed, lust overwhelming him.

I scrambled onto the bed, lying on my back, before I lifted him by the waist and had him straddle my face.

“What…” Ollie choked.

Before he completed his question, I found his pink pucker and swiped a tongue against his entrance, holding him steady when he jerked in my hold. Then I feasted; both on the tangy taste of his skin and the sounds I drew from him as my tongue traveled from his pucker to his taint.

“This is so…” His statement ended on a moan, and I was thrilled when he jerked his hips back and forth, seeking more pleasure from me.

My hands traveled from his waist and down to his ass.

The man had the cutest bubble butt, not at all matching his slim size, but luscious and delectable all the same.

In normal circumstances, my actions would be a means to an end; to get Ollie loose enough to stuff him with my cock and make him lose his mind as he clung to me.

But as he sought his pleasure, I wanted nothing more than to take my time, savoring this moment that was much more than a normal fuck. He made all the difference.

Although my cock was throbbing and leaking precome, I ignored it in favor of listening to Ollie beg me for more.

“It’s indecent and sexy as all fuck. Fuck, Connor, please, I need something more.”

I pressed kisses against the soft skin of his inner thigh, but my feasting wasn’t over yet.

Needing more, I tilted his hips and sucked one ball into my mouth, tonguing it before moving onto the other one.

My hand searched for the bottle I set somewhere near the pillow after our early morning frotting session and coated my fingers.

Not leaving Ollie without my touch, I circled around his saliva slicked hole and slid the tip of my finger inside.

His hips jerked forward before settling back, driving my finger deeper inside of him, and having both of us moaning at the action.

“Yes!” He shouted.

As he sought pleasure from both my fingers inside him and me tonguing his taint while catching the rim of his hole, I loved how responsive he was to my touch.

“Another,” Ollie demanded.

Not willing to deny either of us what we both craved, I spent the next few minutes fucking him open with my fingers as I inhaled his scent, now stronger with a fine sheen of sweat clinging to his skin as he fucked himself on my fingers and seeking pleasure from my tongue.

As I teetered on the edge of the pleasure and pain that comes from self-denial, my cry pierced the air when Ollie’s hand encircled my penis and stroked me from base to tip.

Unable to take another minute without my being inside Ollie, I gripped his hips and flipped him onto his back as the momentum had me following him.

The wrecked expression on the younger man’s face unleashed the beast I’d controlled since I claimed Ollie for myself. His chest heaved with his quick inhale and exhales, the lids of his eyes lowered to half mast, looking wrecked, sexy-as-fuck, and mine.

“Ready to take my cock?” I growled.

Rather than answer with words, he gripped the back of his thighs and held his knees by his head, leaving him exposed to my view.

I knee-walked forward, holding my cock and squeezing the base to prevent the throbbing from becoming release. With my gaze on his face to see his reaction, I rubbed the head against his lube-slicked entrance.

His answering whimper caused me to do something out of the ordinary, but the obscene nature of it encouraged the move. I slapped my cock against his hole and taint, which made my man release the filthiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life.

Fuck this! I need this man more than my next breath.

Still with half of my brain firing, the other half devastated by how sexy Ollie looked as he lay below me, I shoved two fingers inside him, seeking his prostate, and grinning with an evil smile as I found the spot, leaving my man shaking and clinging to me.

He whimpered when I removed them, but watched me with avid curiosity as I slicked up my cock before lining up the head against his entrance.

Before he could take his next breath, I punched my hips forward and sunk all the way inside him, my senses only coming back to me once my balls were resting against the curve of his ass.

I cursed myself for the lack of caution. I mean, I was inside Ollie, who was becoming everything to me, and still thought about my pleasure alone. And my dick was the first in his tight hole.

“Oh, fuck, carino mío ! Are you okay?”

The seductive hum along with his pornographic smirk almost made me come inside him. My balls pulled up, which made me close my eyes and think about… well, fucking anything to keep my mind off what I wanted.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… don’t come.

It became a mantra, which stuttered to a halt at his next question.

“Why haven’t you been inside me before now?”