Breaking Hollywood

by Samantha Towle

  She’s never looked hotter than she does in this moment.

  “What are you doing?”

  I don’t answer. I push her up against the wall and kiss her. Hard.

  She doesn’t resist me either. She opens up for me straightaway, kissing me back just as forcefully as I’m kissing her.

  It’s hungry and wet and deep and easily the hottest fucking kiss I’ve ever had.

  She’s sexy as hell. I can’t get enough of her.

  Then, without warning, her hands that were caressing my chest a second ago are now pushing me away.

  She stares at me, breathing heavily, her lips swollen from our bruising kiss. “You don’t just get to kiss me and hold me all night and then treat me like garbage the next day and bring other women home and do God knows what with them and then kiss me when they’re gone, Gabriel! It doesn’t work that way!”

  “You’re right. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I acted like a complete asshole this morning and tonight.” I take her face in my hands, unable to not touch her. “But, I swear to you, the only woman I’ve touched today is you. The only woman I’ve touched in weeks is you.”

  Her anger seems to calm a bit with my admission, but she’s still pissed off, and she has a right to be.

  “Why were you an asshole today?” Her tone is filled with annoyance, but there’s a vulnerability there, too, that makes my chest ache.

  I sigh, lowering my eyes for a moment before looking back at her. “I just…I have a rule. I never sleep with people I work with or who work for me. And I’d never broken that rule until last night.”

  “Oh.”

  “It’s not an excuse, but it threw me for a loop that a rule I’d worked to follow for a long time, I broke so easily with you. It made me realize just how deeply you were under my skin. I didn’t feel in control. And, when I don’t feel in control, I’m an asshole.”

  Warmth fills her eyes. “You’re forgiven.” Her words are soft, but they lift the weight I was carrying around all day off my shoulders.

  “So…you broke your rule for me.” She bites her lower lip.

  “Clearly, I have no self-control when it comes to you, as I just broke my rule again.” I press my thumb against her mouth, pulling her lip free from her teeth.

  A light flickers in her eyes. “No, you didn’t. I don’t work for you. I quit, remember?”

  Yes, she fucking did.

  A smile spreads across my face. “I guess that changes things.”

  “I guess it—”

  My mouth is back on hers before she’s even finished that sentence.

  This kiss is different from our first and second. It’s less hurried. Maybe it’s because we both know that, this time, this kiss will end up with me inside her.

  Guess the third time is a charm.

  She tugs at my shirt and starts unbuttoning it.

  I stop kissing her to grab the back of my shirt, and I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. Then, I take hold of her hoodie and remove it. Then, her tank top is next, leaving her in just her bra.

  Black and lacy.

  Thank the fucking Lord in heaven.

  I cup her tits, my thumbs grazing over her nipples.

  She whimpers, her hips seeking me out.

  I push my good leg between her thighs as I bring my head down, pressing one hand on the wall for support, and I suck her nipple through her bra.

  “Gabe.”

  The sound of her moaning my name is the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. She’s grinding her pussy against my leg. I can feel the heat of it through our clothes.

  I need her horizontal and naked.

  If I didn’t have this fucking thing on my leg, I’d be on my knees right now, tasting her pussy.

  My hands go to her ass, and I pick her up.

  “What are you doing? Put me down. You’ll hurt your leg.”

  “Hush. I’ve carried bags that weighed more than you.”

  “But you didn’t have a broken foot then.”

  “Speedy?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Be quiet, and let me do my thing.”

  “Your thing?”

  “Yeah. I’m the guy. And I can carry my girl to my bed and fuck her, broken foot or not.”

  She bites down on a smile and then leans in close to my lips. “Okay, Gabe, do your thing.”

  Then, she kisses me, her lips moving down my jaw and my neck, as I walk us into my bedroom.

  I drop her down on the bed, and she lands with a soft oomph.

  I take her flip-flop from her foot. Seems she lost one in transit. Then, I reach over and take hold of her yoga pants, pulling them down her legs.

  Black lacy panties to match the bra.

  “Fuck, you’re hot. I jacked off to thoughts of you every fucking chance I had, and nothing I pictured was as good as what I’m looking at right now.”

  I reach a finger out and drag it down the front of her pussy.

  She’s soaked.

  “You want me, Ava?” I put my finger in my mouth and suck.

  Her eyes are wide and following my every move. Her taste hits my tongue.

  “You taste so good,” I hum. “Even better than I imagined.”

  Her lips are parted, her breaths coming in short.

  I meet her eyes. “You didn’t answer my question, Ava.”

  She lifts her chin. The spark of defiance in her eyes zip-lines excitement straight to my cock.

  “Yes, I want you. As much as you want me.”

  I follow her stare to my dick, which is currently trying to break free from my shorts.

  And I want him out of them and in her hands and her mouth and her pussy, but first things first.

  I get up on the bed and lie on my back, and then I pull her over to straddle me.

  “Take off your bra. I want to see your tits.”

  She reaches back, unclips her bra, and pulls it off.

  If there’s a God in heaven, I’m thanking him right now.

  She has the greatest pair of tits I have ever seen in my life. Ever. And I’ve seen a lot of tits.

  They are full and pert with rosy-pink nipples that are just the perfect size for those perfect-as-fuck tits.

  “You have no fucking idea how long I’ve waited to see these babies.”

  “I have a pretty good idea.” She laughs softly.

  I cup them with my hands.

  “Baby, if I died now, I would die a happy man.”

  She laughs again. Then, I sit up and take one of those luscious tits in my mouth, and she stops laughing.

  “Gabe,” she gasps my name, her hands gripping my hair.

  She’s pressed up against my cock, her pussy rubbing against me, making me impossibly harder.

  I feel like I’m about to explode. Or implode. Or both.

  I move to the other tit and lavish it with the attention it deserves.

  Her hands move to my shoulders, gripping, and she starts riding my cock through the barrier of our clothes.

  Heat blazes under my skin wherever she touches me. I can’t get enough of her.

  Pressing one last kiss to each of my girls, I flop back onto my pillows. Then, I pat her on the ass. “Come up here, baby. Sit on my face. I want to taste you.”

  She bites her lip and then gets to her feet. Standing over me, she pulls her panties down her legs, stepping out of them.

  She’s completely bare.

  Fuck yeah.

  “Get that pussy here. Now.” I beckon with my finger.

  She walks up the bed and lowers to her knees on either side of my head. And I don’t waste any time. I grab hold of her hips and pull her down, straight onto my mouth.

  She groans, falling forward, holding on to the headboard.

  I lick a path down her clit to her pussy, and I plunge my tongue inside.

  A desperate, feral noise falls from her mouth.

  I slide my hands to her ass. I’m itching to slip a finger between her ass cheeks and into her ass. I want to be inside eve
ry part of her. But it’s our first time together, and I don’t know where she stands on anal play. I don’t want to fuck this up, so I keep my hands where they are, and I focus on fucking her pussy with my tongue.

  Then, I move upward, and I start to work on her clit. Licking and sucking on it, teasing it with light grazes of my teeth.

  She’s whimpering and chanting my name. Her hands come off the headboard and cup her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples.

  God, she’s so fucking hot.

  I tip my face back and stare up at her. “I want you to fuck my face, Ava. Go wild.”

  Then, I plunge my tongue straight back inside her.

  She cries out. Her hips move, riding my face, taking what she wants. It’s such a fucking turn-on.

  It’s less than a minute before I feel her movements get frantic, her muscles tightening around my tongue, and I know she’s close.

  She screams my name and bears down on my face, coming hard.

  I keep licking her until her body is shaking. Then, I lift her off my face and move her backward, placing her on my body, straddling me.

  Her head is on my chest. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “You okay?” I press my lips to her hair.

  She lifts her head. Lust blazes in her eyes. She brings her mouth to mine and kisses me.

  “I want you inside me,” she whispers.

  “Unbuckle my shorts,” I tell her.

  She moves quickly down my body. She unbuckles the belt on my shorts, undoes the button, and pulls down the zipper.

  She glances back at the boot on my leg. “How are we going to do this?” she asks.

  We either take the boot off—and ain’t no one got time for that right now—or I fuck her with my shorts on.

  Shorts, it is.

  “You’re gonna have to ride me, baby. Pull my shorts to my knees, and then hop up onto my cock.”

  I slap her ass, and she laughs, shaking her head.

  “Sure thang, sugar.”

  She shifts to the side, pulling my shorts and boxers to my knees, and I lift my ass to make it easier.

  “Oh my,” she says, looking at my cock.

  Damn straight, baby.

  “I told you he was big.”

  Her eyes meet mine, glowing with desire. “And you weren’t kidding.”

  “Babe, I never joke when it comes to my cock.” I reach over to my nightstand and grab a condom out of the drawer. “Now, suit me up, so I can fuck you good.”

  She takes the condom from me and rips it open with her teeth. It’s such a turn-on.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” I tell her.

  She smiles and raises a knowing brow, and then she rolls the condom on my cock.

  “Come here, Ava.” I beckon to her with my finger.

  She moves over my body, bringing her face to mine. I cup her cheeks, staring up at her.

  I can’t remember ever wanting a woman more than I want her.

  “I love it when you call me Ava,” she says softly, sounding almost vulnerable.

  Funny thing, that’s just how I feel every moment I’m with her. Vulnerable.

  I take her mouth with mine and kiss her deeply. Exactly how I’m going to fuck her.

  “Put me inside you,” I say against her lips. “I want to feel you.”

  She moves back and rises up onto her knees. She looks like a fucking goddess.

  She takes my cock in her hand and lines it up with the only place I want to be right now.

  She rubs the head against her slippery entrance. And then she slides down on my cock, taking all of me inside.

  “Fuck,” I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. “You feel fucking amazing.”

  She’s so tight and hot and snug.

  I look at her. She looks as overwhelmed as I feel.

  “So do you. I’ve never…” She squeezes her eyes shut. “You’re so deep, Gabe.”

  “It’s because my cock is so big.”

  She laughs softly, her eyes opening back up. “And modest.”

  “Just honest.” I grin.

  Then, I nudge my hips up, pushing me in even further.

  “Oh, fuck,” she whimpers.

  “Ride my dick, Ava. Show me what you’ve got.”

  A look of determination flashes through her eyes. Excitement vibrates through my body. By saying that, I knew I would piss her off, which in turn would set her off.

  She rises up, almost bringing me out to the tip. Then, she slams back down on my cock.

  “Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby. Ride me hard.”

  And ride me hard, she does.

  She fucks me with wild abandon. Her pussy squeezes my dick. Her magnificent tits bounce with every move she makes.

  My hands grip her hips.

  God, she’s fucking incredible. I’ve never felt anything like her before.

  I let go of her hips and tug on her nipples.

  “Oh God, Gabe,” she moans, her head tipping forward.

  She bears down on my cock, circling her hips, getting the friction she needs on her clit.

  I drop a hand to her pussy and flick her clit with my finger. She cries out and starts bucking on my dick.

  Hell yeah.

  I slap her ass with my other hand. Once. Twice.

  I pinch her clit.

  She fucks me harder.

  Skin slapping skin.

  The sweetest sound in the world.

  And, as good as her riding me is, I like to be in control. If I didn’t have a broken foot right now, I’d be fucking her all over this bed.

  But this is all I can do, so it’ll have to do for now.

  Reaching up, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her down to my mouth. I run my tongue over her lips, across her cheek, until I reach her ear. “My turn,” I tell her.

  I bring her mouth back to mine, and I start to fuck her from underneath.

  I’m plundering her mouth with my tongue, my hand on the back of her head. My other hand is spanned over her ass, holding her in place, as I piston my hips up and down, fucking her hard and wild. Her tits are crushed to my chest, sweat slicking between us, as I fuck like there’s no tomorrow.

  “Oh God,” she cries against my lips. “I’m close.”

  “That’s it, Ava. Come for me, baby.”

  She starts chanting my name, and it’s never sounded sweeter, hearing her say it with so much want and need.

  Her body is trembling.

  I’m burning all over. Every inch of my body is on fire, desperate for release. My balls have tightened up, ready to explode.

  I feel her body stiffen against me, and then she screams, a slew of, “Fuck,” and, “Oh God,” and, “Gabe,” flying out of her mouth.

  A shock of pleasure shoots down my spine. My muscles tighten. Seconds later, I’m right there with her. Coming so fucking hard that I suffer temporary blindness.

  My foot ignites with pain.

  But I don’t care because I feel fucking awesome.

  Her body sags onto mine. I wrap my arms around her.

  She tilts her face up and presses a kiss to my jaw. I turn my face to her and capture her swollen lips with mine, tenderly kissing her. A complete contrast to the way I just fucked her.

  “Mmm,” she murmurs. “That was amazing.”

  “It was better than amazing. It was out of this world. It was astro-fucking-nomical.”

  She laughs softly. I hold her closer.

  “We should clean up.”

  “Not yet,” I tell her. “We’ll clean up in a minute.”

  I’m feeling lazy, but the truth is, I’m not ready to let her go just yet. And this isn’t like me. Normally, the instant I come, I can’t wait to get out of bed and get my pants back on.

  Wanting to stay inside her and hold her in my arms like this is a completely new experience for me, and I want to savor it. I want to savor her.

  And, when she doesn’t pull away, instead letting out a sound of contentment, snuggling deeper into me, it lights up
the dark parts inside me.

  It’s then when I realize just how truly fucked I am.

  Because I like Ava. Quite possibly too much.

  And she’s far too good for someone as fucked up as me.

  But, right now, the selfish part of me doesn’t care. The selfish part of me wants to take every good thing she gives me, and I want to give her every good thing back in return.

  I want to make her happy.

  I just don’t know if, or for how long, I’m capable of doing so before I wreck things and end up hurting her—again.

  Ava

  I wake, and I’m alone. Gabe’s side of the bed is empty.

  I have a flashback to yesterday morning, and my stomach sinks.

  What if he regrets having sex with me?

  It’s still dark out. I check the clock, and it says one a.m.

  I sit up and slide my legs out of bed. Gucci lifts her head from the chair she’s sleeping on.

  “Go back to sleep, baby,” I tell her.

  She lays her head back down. I get to my feet and pull my panties on, and then I get one of Gabe’s T-shirts from his chest of drawers. I pull it on and go to find him.

  He’s out on the terrace, smoking. His chest is bare, and he’s still wearing the shorts from last night.

  “Hi.” I linger in the doorway.

  “Hey.” A smile lightens his face, and a weight lifts off my chest.

  I pad over to him. He reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me down onto the sun lounger with him. He drops his good leg to the floor, so I can sit between his legs.

  His free arm wraps around my waist. I slide my hand over his, and he links our fingers.

  I rest my head back on his chest. I can feel his heart beating against my back.

  The smell of his cigarette smoke surrounds us, but it doesn’t bother me like it used to. In fact, I’m growing to like the smell. Because it’s him.

  “You couldn’t sleep?” I ask him.

  “No.” He takes a pull on his cigarette and blows the smoke away from me.

  “Are you…having regrets? About…us?”

  “No.” His hand comes to my chin, and he tips my head back, so I’m looking at him. “No regrets at all. I just needed a smoke. I always need a smoke after great sex.”

  “Great sex?”

  His eyes twinkle back at me in the dark. “Astro-fucking-nomical sex.”