Page 22 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

My mind swam with an exorbitant amount of pleasure, which muddled my thoughts as Ollie’s question rolled around in my pleasure filled brain, never gaining traction.

I cocked my head as I looked at his flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and the tilt of his lips in pure bliss, and I knew I had no answer for his question.

As I contemplated the impossible subject of how I’d gone this long without knowing Ollie in this most carnal of ways, my hips shifted back and my breath caught in my chest as Ollie squeezed me, keeping me inside him.

“This… because by being inside you is enough for me to lose my mind. Trust me, I’m all about pleasure, but there’s something about being inside you, this connected to you, that makes me a selfish bastard who wants one thing, and I’m afraid of you not being with me every step of the way.”

And when I thought I had the thread of sanity under my control, taut and unwavering, Ollie rocked my world.

He tightened his legs around my waist and squeezed. That was enough to make me grunt and pray I didn’t come inside him, but then he somehow flipped us until I found myself on my back, blinking up at a flushed and amused Ollie sitting astride my lap, with me still deep inside him.

When he rolled his hips and clutched me tighter, head thrown back in pure ecstasy, as his chest and abs flushed with pleasure, I groaned aloud as my entire body throbbed and pushed me to the edge.

“Oh, beautiful. Trust me, there isn’t any feeling better than you inside of me,” he paused and placed his hands on my chest, his bright blue eyes holding me in place, before he continued, “but I haven’t ridden you yet, so the possibilities are endless.”

While with other lovers, I might have pulled back, distancing myself, which signaled to my partners that the lightning fast attraction between us burned out soon after release.

But with Ollie, there would be no casual move to put my hands behind my head, smirking as if I knew a secret they would never be privy to.

Instead, my hands spanned around his hips and started caressing the swell of his ass, up to his back, as he arched into my touch, before I leaned up and pressed an open-mouthed kiss over his heart.

His breath hitched in his chest before he let out a breathless, “You are ever the romantic, Connor Blake.”

But then we both lost the ability to speak when Ollie lifted off my dick, which looked obscene and the hottest thing I’ve seen as the muscles of his thighs tightened under my hands before he slammed back down, swallowing my groan with his luscious mouth taking mine.

“Everything is more intense with you. Kisses are drugging and addictive. And being inside you gives me a sense of rightness, as though I’m in the right place at the exact right time. But then I dream about missing out on meeting you. What if I… fuck, yes, do that again!” I demanded.

His ass bounced up and down, and his slight movements sparked my nerve endings, which made my balls pull up, leaving me so close to coming. The answering smile, which to me was a cross between naughty and innocent, did nothing to help with calming my body down.

“We need to place mirrors around the room. It’s a tragedy. I can’t see your ass as you ride me. But then again, I’d come from the sight alone, and I’m trying hard not to right now.”

Ollie huffed out a laugh, which caused crazy things to happen to his body intimately connected with mine, sending the heat between us into the stratosphere. My finger brushed against his stretched entrance and set off a chain reaction.

“Fuck!” Ollie shouted.

My arm tightened around him as I played with his sensitive rim, savoring the full body shudder as he squeezed his hole against my cock, milking it for the release I struggled to hold back.

He slammed his mouth against mine and a splash of come marked my abs while my cock became trapped inside him like a vice. There was a rushing sound in my ears and my body seized up, crushing him to me, as I released deep inside the man whimpering above me.

There were several shouts, either from him or me I couldn’t tell, and my head swam with the sensations I couldn’t put into words, much less make sense of in the moment.

All I knew was the essential; Ollie gave me his weight as he plastered his chest to mine, and he was the one person I needed more than breathing.

“Am I too heavy?” Ollie asked several minutes later.

Not able to form words, I tightened my arms around his back and shook my head back and forth. I kissed his shoulder and neck and moaned when I softened enough to slip out of him, disappointed I couldn’t live inside the man, connecting us every moment of the day.

My feelings have surged since that fateful day I asked him to be my boyfriend. And with the swirling combination of too many emotions for this man and coming down off the high of the best release of my life left me clingy.

He huffed another laugh against my neck. “I’m fine staying here for the rest of my days, but my come will get sticky and feel gross in about five minutes.”

I hummed, “I may let you up soon, but right now, I need you. Need this.”

Rather than fight for me to let him up, Ollie placed his hands on my chest and laid his chin on the top of one, his eyes glinting their brilliant blue as if the sun brought out the light color.

But Ollie’s emotions, always at the forefront, along with his gorgeous smile, directed at me, caused me to lose another piece of my heart.

“Take all the time you need, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”

***

Without realizing, I’d fallen asleep, comforted by Ollie’s closeness as I came down off the high I experienced each time we made love. But when I came to and blinked open my eyes, he wasn’t next to me and a surge of adrenaline shot fear through my chest.

It was then I heard him humming. It was the universal sign Ollie came up with a fantastic idea for his new book and needed to get it down.

Rather than interrupt his thoughts, I took stock. He must’ve cleaned me after he left the bed, because there was no traces of dried come on my stomach. He’d tucked me in and I held onto a pillow, commonplace whenever I woke up without Ollie in bed with me.

For a non-relationship guy for twenty-six years of my life, I maneuvered from a man who preferred his own space whenever sex wasn’t involved into a grade A clinger.

The thought of someone and my usual type before Ollie came into my life defined the word temporary, snuggled against me for an entire night while I lay vulnerable, gave me shivers of pure dread.

The keyboard, a constant clatter only a moment ago, paused, and I blinked one eye open and targeted Ollie, who gave me an amusing smirk as he glanced away from his computer.

“ Carino mío , why are you all the way over there?”

“I’m trying to be good and let you sleep, since we were up too late celebrating last night.

We’re going to be running around for the next half a year to a year getting this production up and running, so I might as well write when the sensation struck.

Besides, last night gave me several ideas for my newest book.

That, and I needed an excuse to stop myself from feasting on your ass before plunging inside you when you were nice and loose. ”

My eyes closed as a groan poured out of me when I pictured the exact sensations, having experienced it many times before. While used to vigorous sex, being with Ollie and him matching my appetites ramped up my need. Either fuck him senseless or the other way round. I wasn’t picky.

The blanket I’d snuggled into when I’d fallen asleep slipped from my naked body, exposing me to Ollie’s gaze.

Not above teasing my man, I wiggled my ass, encouraging him to touch me.

But I cut off a clipped curse as Ollie’s talented fingers spread me open, not hesitating when he flattened his tongue against my heated skin and licked a swath over my hole.

I pushed back on his tongue when a dribble of precome leaked from the head of my already throbbing cock, and I let out a moan, encouraging more.

“Can you come just from this? Can I try?” He asked.

Without giving me time to think about the question, much less answer, he tapped my hip with his hand and said, “Raise up a little on your knees. I want to suck on your balls.”

There was no teasing with Ollie. He dove into new experiences with a gusto that sometimes left me in awe, and he was never shy in bed.

Since he became my boyfriend, I’d relinquished control without having to think about whether Ollie enjoyed our time together or wondering when it would end. It was as easy as breathing with Ollie. Letting go and enjoying myself, knowing he lost himself to the sensations as much as I did.

But there was more.

Something I never thought I could feel for another person, especially so soon after beginning my first meaningful relationship.

My heart swelled with emotion whenever I was with Ollie and longed for him when he was absent.

With each passing day, I knew what it meant, but I wasn’t able to acknowledge, even to myself, what my feelings were.

Until I was ready to express what I held in my heart toward the man who changed my life and my outlook for the future, I would do everything in my power to show him in ways I couldn’t say aloud.

And minutes later, as I shouted my release, Ollie was there to hold me, allowing me a bit of the lightness he held in his heart.

I would do and say anything to be with this man, grateful for that fateful day on a routine flight home.