Already Written (Hollywood Exchange #1)

by Xavier Neal

“Fingers or tongue, nottie?” He questions with another swipe at my skin. “Whatever you want. Pen's in your hand.”

  You know, I almost couldn't write him this perfect. Guess it's true what they say. Truth is stranger than fiction.

  “In the ink?” I attempt to keep the metaphor going.

  He ceases his movements and makes eye contact with me. “Minka we don't-”

  “I want too.”

  “Minka-”

  Swiftly I arch my body up to link our tongues together once more. The intensity of the kiss finishes the argument for me.

  Pierce pulls back and breathlessly agrees, “O..O..Okay then. Um? My room upstairs? There's condoms in the drawer. Preston keeps them and EA all around the house like poorly hidden Easter Eggs.”

  With a playful smile, I look around the empty mansion, and declare. “No.”

  “No what?” Confusion climbs onto his face. “No sex?”

  “Yes sex. No bed. No condom.”

  His expression doesn't change as if the words are a trick.

  “I trust you.” My words make us both smile. “Besides, I've never had spontaneous sex before, so um...yeah...let's...right here on the stairs.”

  He snickers before leaning down to tease my top lip with a lick. “I've never done it on the stairs.”

  “Aha!” I excitedly exclaim. “Compromise!”

  Pierce pushes his body back on top of mine. This time when our tongues meet, he rules the situation with care and control wound so tightly together I know he'll cradle the remainder of it with a similar cherishing. My hands locate to their previous location while his take the liberty to slip under my t-shirt. The feeling of his fingertips teasing my nipples yanks out an abrupt whimper. To my surprise the mix of light pulls and lighter strokes has me dashing desperately towards a one of a kind orgasm.

  Delirious with ecstasy, I plead, “Now.” His fingers slow their movements until I repeat more clearly. “I want you now, Pierce.”

  With a crooked grin, he uses those words like the final green light to unleash the sexual barbarian he had been balancing with charming prince. In a blinding whirlwind, my shorts and underwear are banished along with my bra and Back To The Future T-shirt. Completely bare and defenseless underneath him, I bite my bottom lip to brace myself for the inevitable.

  God I hope I don't have a panic attack before he even starts. God I hope it doesn't hurt as much as I think I remember it does.

  Pierce's frenzied movement slows down the second his pants are dropped. He gives my body one long look before sighing, “Now I'm the nervous one...”

  I roll my eyes. “How is that possible?”

  “Something this special and sexy?” A finger scrolls down between my boobs towards my pussy. “I don't wanna break it.”

  His finger touches my clit, which spurs me to beg, “Oh God, please break me.”

  He properly positions himself and I wrap my legs around him effortlessly. Without another word he slides his cock through the slick, welcoming muscles. While the first push is not ideally comfortable, the next one is what the other side of Heaven's Gate has to feel like.

  A deep murmur vibrates out of him and into me. “Fucking perfect.”

  His hips don't wait for my mouth to confirm what my pussy already is. He sharply thrusts again and again, each one nudging a spot inside of me I've never had touched before. Pierce relentlessly continues to move his cock back and forth. My body begins to tremble severely. Gripping onto his biceps, my breath hitches as his dick dives deeper, determined to prove devotion as much as dominance.

  I shut my eyes tighter. Pant. Mewl. Cantillate his name to the point I've forgotten all other words. Unable to take another moment, my pussy offers it's appeasement with harsh throbs. Through the life altering quivers, I whimper, “Pierce.”

  He lets out a heady growl, but doesn't stop his movements. His cock persists in rewriting the sexual history it overheard until I'm terrified I'll never be able to walk again. Just as I'm about to plead I've reached my limit, a lascivious rumble rolls through him and a warm gush fills me to the brink. To my surprise the foreign feeling flings me off the edge for one final orgasm.

  In a blubbering mess of moans I somehow manage to declare, “God, I love you.”

  Pierce's lips bump mine for another kiss. Afterwards, I open my eyes to see his sparkling hazel eyes beaming proudly.

  Ugh. He can't possibly be that excited over having sex with me. I mean...I'm not a Victoria Secret model or anything. Why are you looking at me like that?

  “I love you too.” He offers another smile. “I guess now would be a good time to tell you I had Caroline fax over my test results.”

  My jaw unhinges. “No...You didn't!”

  With a shoulder shrug he says, “You wanted physical proof. I wasn't about to lose you over sex.”

  Hearing the words lifts my mouth to his again. When I pull back I sigh, “I'm all yours Pierce Wyatt.”

  A groan of gratification leaks. “You're about to be in every room of this house.”

  Guess lingerie shopping would be kinda redundant as this point, right? Eh. Emerson probably went back to sleep and won't have the faintest memory I called. The only thing that really matters is that I take her advice. Practice. Practice. Practice. No way in hell was our first time bad, but the only way to stay that great is if we keep practicing. Funny how practice works both ways.

  Pierce

  I glance away from the movie and steal another look of my girlfriend who's hard at work on the opposite end of her couch from me.

  These past few weeks have been the most low key, 'normal' ones I've had since I started working on the show six years ago. We're not always dressing up and rushing to the hottest clubs to be photographed or showing up in hopes of being mentioned in a tabloid article. Hell, Minka cringes seconds before every Instagram photo she takes for her diehard fans. While we've taken many pictures together, they linger on our phones and not the internet. I'm not ashamed of her. Fuck that. If it was up to me, I would write one of those trashy magazines myself with photos enclosed of us for them to run like it's some sort of scandal, but it's not. I've talked to Eddie and Minka. He suggested holding off until we've been together a little longer. Minka insisted on holding off until she gets a little prettier. I popped her on the ass for the comment and then showed how pretty she looks as she comes on my cock. It's award winningly beautiful.

  Minka checks her phone again, rolls her eyes, and tosses it back on the coffee table.

  “Not important?”

  She looks up from typing. “No. Emerson is once more texting me the latest in her football world. Her favorite team so far is undefeated this year and there are rumors about her favorite quarterback being involved with some actress. She's worried the effect it will have on his season.”

  “Which one?”

  “This season.”

  Chuckling, I shake my head. “No, which actress? I already know which team she's a diehard fan of.”

  “Oh! Uh....Tessa Hope.”

  My head tilts to the side. “I could see it. Tessa is a football fan so screaming in the stands, not in a private booth, is right up her alley.”

  Minka's mouth twitches before she finally questions, “You know her.”

  “We dated for a little while.”

  Shock quickly stretches across her face.

  Should I have kept that to myself?

  “Is there anyone in Hollywood you haven't dated?”

  The harshness of her statement is met with a displeased stare.

  She rushes to back track, “Sorry. That came out wrong. All I meant was...I-I-I ...ugh. Arg. Umphg.”

  Her ramble rant of incoherent words relaxes me back against the arm of the couch.

  She makes those sounds when she realizes her spewing burned more than she intended.

  “Nottie,” I cautiously hush her grumbles.

  “Yeah?” She replies in a grunt.

  “Are you jealous?”

  The comment is graced with
a wide smile as she folds her arms across her chest. “Fine! Maybe! A tiny bit. Like mosquito bite size. But unlike you, I have an actual reason!”

  “Do you?”

  “Yeah! You're like the first slice of pie out of the oven. The perfect piece everyone trips over themselves for. The one people kick themselves for when they realized they passed on the best thing they're probably ever going to eat.”

  Her flattering comparison of me in food terms stirs my appetite for something else.

  It doesn't take much. Add together how long it had been since the last time I had gotten laid, how many times I had thought about having sex with her, and then the indisputable fact she's fantastic in the sheets from start to finish and well, let's just say my cock is constantly looking to get drained.

  She sees me wetting my lips and shakes her head. “No-huh. I know that look Pierce Wyatt. And no. I really have to finish another 2k today or I'm gonna get behind.”

  “Can I get behind?” I question in a ludic tone. “It can be a quickie. I'm not that selfish.”

  Minka giggles and removes her computer from her lap. “Just selfish enough to make me stop writing about sex to have it.”

  Making my way over to her, I agree, “Exactly.”

  The next snicker is short lived. My mouth captures her, hand drifting underneath the writing hoodie she wears around the apartment. Grateful she doesn't typically wear panties with it, I slip two fingers inside, surprised at the soaking wetness already waiting for me. Rather than waste another moment with my fingers, I remove them, swiftly flip her around, and position her for the taking as she grips the arm of the couch.

  In a haste I yank down my gym shorts and slide inside on a heated grumble.

  An erotic sigh escapes Minka as she pushes her pussy eagerly back into the thrust. My hands tightly grip her hips. While I enjoy the view of her bouncing on my dick, it pales in comparison to the splendiferous feeling. Each motion coats my cock with heat so scorching we should be worried about setting her couch on fire. Her head tips backwards and one of my hands grips her wavy hair. To my surprise, she moans in approval, which spurs me to tug a little harder. Ruthlessly, I pound her perfect pussy until it starts to pulsate so powerfully my dick doesn't stand a chance in its pursuit of holding out. In an oscillating echo of howls and cries, we come together, the crashing of our two orgasms collapsing us as soon as they're completely free.

  There's a satisfied sigh from my girlfriend before she looks over her shoulder at me, “You're squishing me.”

  On a light laugh, I slide out, and rearrange us into a cuddling position.

  “Now my couch is gonna be dirty...”

  “Are you really bitching after sex?”

  “It helps bring my head back down to reality,” she playfully says.

  I press a warm kiss against her skin and state, “Reality is overrated.”

  “Amen.”

  The voices from the television become the only sound aside from our staggered breathing for the next several minutes.

  This part of post sex used to annoy the shit out of me. That moment you just want them out of your room or out of your way so you can return to whatever it is that matters more. In most cases for me it was a script to rehearse or a text to J.J. Is that heartless? Definitely. The sex meaningless? Almost always. Even in the few relationships I tried I still felt that way. Sex, like the people I was having it with, was empty, so I don't know why I would expect anything less. How can hollow have given anything meaningful away? Scary thing is...before Minka, I know that's exactly what I was becoming. What's even scarier is in just a few days I have to say goodbye and risk falling back into that lifeless inferno.

  “Hey nottie, I was thinking,” I begin, my voice trying not to shake with uncertainty.

  “Always dangerous,” she teases. “When you start thinking, I typically spend the rest of the evening naked and the next morning super sore. Not all of us are gym rats!”

  The reference to our sex sessions has my chest swelling. “You like it.”

  “Well...yeah!” Minka giggles again and turns around to look up at me. “But seriously, what's up?”

  I brace myself to get a better view of her face. “You know, I go back to San Hijo in a couple days...”

  She presses her lips firmly together and nods.

  “There's two weeks of press shit to do before we start filming the next season. I'll have to run lines and prep, but at least I'll be living in the comfort of my own home.”

  Quietly she waits for more information.

  “I was wondering...I was hoping that um...maybe you would come back with me?”

  Minka's eyes pop out.

  “I'll have to work, probably most of the day, every day, but it would be amazing to come home to you. Oh! And there's this small release party for the coming season that's going to premier on television this fall that I would love for you to be my date to. You don't have to walk the carpet with me, but I would love to have you on my arm for support.”

  Movements of her mouth start yet no actual words are released.

  Better than a flat out no, right?

  Eventually, she whispers, “You're serious?”

  I nod.

  “You...y-y-you want me to...c-c-come...be...in...your...world?”

  “We live in the same world,” I try to lighten the situation. “Same trees. Same air. Most of the same foods.”

  Minka's body sits all the way and I follow suit. “But my job-”

  “You can do from anywhere.”

  The gentle reminder causes her to nod her head as if she had forgotten.

  “It's just for a couple weeks. Or longer if you want or less. Or not at all.” Suddenly I'm rushing to fix my relationship before I say something so calamitous there's no returning. “Never mind. That was stupid. I'm stupid. Sorry.”

  Huh. Couples that date too long really do end up sounding like each other. Thought that was just a myth.

  “It wasn't stupid,” she says in a soft voice. “And I....I-I-I want to.”

  My eyes light up.

  “You came all the way out here and survived my mundane lifestyle-”

  “Your life is not mundane. Just a little more low key than I'm accustomed to.”

  “Still. You came here and played in my sandbox, the least I can do is try to play in yours. Not sure I'll fit in-”

  “You fit in where it matters,” I argue. “Right underneath my arm and right next to me in bed every night.”

  “Say less perfect things.” Her demand is proceeded with a push of my shoulder.

  I capture her hand and place a gentle kiss on the back of it. “I love you, Minka.”

  “I said less, not more,” she groans sliding her body back down.

  Moving my body to blanket hers, I nudge her thighs apart, excitement of taking back the most important person in my life rushing straight to my dick. “Fine. I'll just fuck my love into you again.”

  Minka giggles but wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my back as encouragement.

  You know what actually worries me? If over a decade in this industry has taught me anything, it's that when your life seems to be going too easy, too right, too perfect, it's because it's preparing you for the ultimate disappointment. The ultimate breakdown. The one that preys on much more than your ability to withstand the shaky ways of the entertainment industry. The one that leads to overdoses and psychotic episodes. Let's hope I'm just being paranoid and that something disastrous isn't looming ahead.

  Minka

  I've only flown a handful of times. All of them were with Em. She got accustomed to holding my hand through take off and reminding me that once I turned on my computer and started to write I would forget the simple fact I was in an enclosed space, with hundreds of strangers, a million miles off the ground. I hope Pierce is prepared to make the same speech. Emerson tried to warn him last night at dinner, but I get the feeling he wasn't completely listening. Why you ask? Because his hand kept trying to slip under
neath my skirt. Horn dog. Did I mention I love how horny I make him?

  “Oooo,” I coo wiggling into the seat by the window. “First class seats are much nicer than coach.”

  Pierce adjusts the sunglasses on his face. “Comfortable?”

  “I will be just as soon as I get a Coke.”

  What! The sugar takes the edge off!

  He chuckles as Gunz sits in the seat directly in front of mine.

  “It'll be the first thing I tell the flight attendant to bring you.” When he receives a warm smile, he leans over and whispers, “Thank you for coming back with me.”