Page 31 of Notorious (Hollywood Heartthrobs #2)

“You taste so good,” he moaned.

His hand cupped my balls and massaged as his mouth slid down my cock.

The suction was almost my downfall. As he pulled back, I let out a yelp as he grabbed my hips and turned me toward the bed.

My hands lay flat on the mattress and before I could question the sudden move, his hands cupped my ass and he opened me up to his view.

Ollie hummed a second before his breath washed over my sensitive skin. It was all the warning I received before he flattened his tongue against my taint.

I choked on a gasp as his tongue swirled around my entrance, pressing against my pucker, before flicking in and out of me. Not long after, my knees wobbled, and I knew it was a matter of time before I took a header onto the bed.

That’s when Ollie cranked it up a notch. His finger, already smothered with lube, pressed inside me to the first knuckle, and I let out a keening whimper. It’d been a while since I had Ollie inside me and, in a rush, I groaned for more.

“Please?” I begged.

His finger slid inside me and a whimper escaped as he crooked his finger, finding my prostate with practiced ease. Without withdrawing, a second finger joined the first, and when he scissored them open, I fell onto my elbows and wriggled back, loving the stretch and needing more.

“So greedy for me, beautiful.”

“Yes,” was all I could gasp out.

Between the mindless sensations sparking up and down my body, and the crooning of his voice, I reached down and clamped a hand on my dick and squeezed. “Fuck! I’m already close.”

With that, Ollie stood and helped me onto my back. His hands roamed over my chest, down my abs as his thumbs grazed my hips, doing nothing to cool the need boiling inside me.

After his hands had their turn, his lips brushed against my earlobe, traveling down over my sensitive neck and collarbone, where he sucked on the skin there. I wanted him to mark me, to show everyone I belonged to him, but all thought fled when his lips pursed over my nipple and he sucked.

Each movement pulled me into a euphoria I’d never experienced before and when he pressed the head of his dick to my entrance and slid in with ease, I clung to him in a desperate plea for more.

His powerful arms came around me, holding me close to his body.

“You’re so gorgeous like this. Out of your mind on pleasure, seeking your release. It’s a fucking sexy sight to see you out of your mind on desire.”

I gasped, loving the flush his words caused.

But in the next moment, he lifted me before settling at the head of the bed; me straddling his lap as I moaned, taking him deeper inside me.

My hips jerked forward and both of us cried out.

I loved as his arms banded around my back, holding me close, and pressing little kisses along my chest and neck.

Not able to hold back, I rocked my hips, the little thrusts causing a desperation inside of me. My cock rubbed against his abs and with the added friction, I clung onto him. Each movement thrummed inside me, holding me hostage to the pleasure that rocked me to my core.

Soon, my brain turned off and there was only Ollie; inside me, driving me insane with each brush of his cock against my prostate, as well as his mouth nibbling against the sensitive area of my neck, all while I listened to his harsh breathing and scattered moans.

“I love being this close to you, to hold you as you take me deep inside you.”

His lips find mine in a kiss so scorching; a trail of broken whimpers escapes, absorbed into his mouth. The devotion and love reflected in his eyes as I’m panting out his name, over and over, both wanting to be pushed past the edge and holding onto this perfect moment, almost overwhelmed me.

Sex had never been this all-consuming. Need, want, and longing consumed me, and it was second nature to me only since we’d started dating.

Ollie was a generous lover and never failed to express his authentic emotions, whether during sex or hanging out in the movie room, laughing with my family and friends over a classic he’d never seen before.

He supported me, told me all the time he loved me, and kept our lives filled with joy from his wicked sense of humor, all while he captured a genuine niceness people seldom encountered.

My body tingled as he drove me closer to tipping over the edge.

But it was his sweat slicked skin and how tightly he held onto me as I drove him deeper inside me, murmuring words of love and devotion that made me tear up.

I’ve never cried during sex, and when Ollie sucked in a breath and raised one hand to wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks, I gave into my desire to be closer to him and pressed my lips to his.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?” He asked when the kiss broke off due to the lack of oxygen.

“Too many emotions,” I hiccuped.

The warm smile on his face and the gleam of pure adoration in his gaze pulled a sob from deep in my chest and I clung to him, forgetting for a moment how entwined we were with him still deep inside me.

He held me as if it wasn’t the most ridiculous thing in the world to have a man on top of you having some sort of emotional meltdown.

But his hand rubbing up and down my back and he whispered soothing words settled my sob into inhaling quick breaths.

“You’re okay. We’re okay. It’s the stress of the past few months getting to you. But remember, I love you and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take everything one step at a time, beautiful. I’m here and I won’t ever leave you.”

This time when he captured my lips, there was a sense of calm that smothered the desperation of needing to be absorbed by the man I loved. His cock pulsed inside me and I moaned. Rather than go back to the desperation I was seeking, I sank against Ollie and allowed him to take care of me.

“That’s it, beautiful.”

His hands caressed my back while his mouth touched every part of my skin he could reach. He bucked up inside me and I squeezed, holding him deep. My desire for him never wavered in the previous minutes, and so when I lifted myself up and dropped, I threw my head back and groaned.

Ollie met me thrust for thrust, and soon I was panting, back to begging he push me over the edge.

With all the emotion and need churning inside me, my orgasm hit me by surprise. I had time to gasp before I was spilling over Ollie’s stomach and chest as I rode myself harder on his cock.

“Fuck, beautiful, yes!”

Before I could grasp the intensity, Ollie swelled inside me and I ground down on his cock, wanting the rush of his come as he emptied inside me, marking me as his.

“Yes!”

His face burrowed against my neck and when his control slipped and his teeth pressed against a sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, a burble of come escaped my spent cock and I panted in pleasure.

Who knew I got off with a little pain?

But as my breathing settled and my mind came back online, I realized it wasn’t the pain I enjoyed, but the thought of Ollie marking me as his. After several minutes, he still held me close, even when both of us flinched as his softening cock slipped out of me.

“Do you want a big wedding?” I asked.

Of course, the man chuckled and rubbed my back. “Why don’t we shower and you let me get my thoughts in order before we ask the big questions?”

In the next few minutes, I hobbled to the shower and, with help, appear to do a half decent job of cleaning myself. Soon, we’re tucked under the covers when I turned on my side, holding my head up as I traced my fingers across Ollie’s chest, avoiding his nipples. That would come later.

“I’m fine with anything you want. I understand you might need to invite some important people to?—”

“No,” I interrupted, “as long as family and friends are there, I will be fine with something small. As long as I’m married to you. It might be nice to have it in the backyard since it’s easier to have everyone here. Oh, that reminds me.”

Rolling toward my side, I opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a black ring box and shut the drawer. When Ollie noticed the item in my hand, he sucked in a breath and met my eyes.

“What?”

“I know this isn’t the ideal situation, being naked and in bed after a wonderful night of celebration, but I can’t wait anymore. You said earlier you wanted to marry me, too. So, right now, I’m going to ask you before putting my ring on your finger. Will you marry me, Ollie?”

The gorgeous face of my boyfriend softened as he cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to brush a kiss against my lips. “Yes, I would love to marry you.”

As I leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft kiss, I thought back on my life before Ollie.

It wasn’t cold and empty, but with this man in my life, the world seemed brighter and happier.

Not only was I closer than ever with my family, my career moved from the rut I was in after being typecast for years as an action star.

Yes, it brought me success and even though I wanted to move on and develop into more, I never took it for granted. But I yearned for more.

Along with Ollie’s faith in me, the one man who helped me feel brave enough to ask for something I wanted, I have a new direction in my life.

Not discounting the support system of my friends and partners in the production company, I couldn’t be happier with the direction my life was going in.

Ollie, as my husband, would make all my dreams come true.