Hollywood Lights

by Lana Xavier

Totally a coincidence.

  “Hey. You alright?”

  “Hmm?” I hummed, spinning around to face my sister. “I’m fine.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Fine, I’m not. But I will be. As soon as this shitstorm wraps up,” I muttered under my breath.

  Candace took over where I stopped packing and with a few final pushes and a zip, she was ready to go. A moment later, her phone chimed with an incoming text message.

  “It’s Nathan. The car’s here.”

  “I’ll walk you down,” I offered, already in the process of lifting one of her hefty bags.

  When we got down to the parking lot, I dropped her bag and pulled her into a giant bear hug. Nathan pulled her bags to the trunk of the car and loaded it as we said our good-byes until I got back to New York.

  “Keep me up-to-date with everything,” she said pointedly. “Everything.”

  “I will. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Love you, sis,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

  “Love you, too.”

  I waved good-bye after she and Nathan got in the car and the sedan began to back out of the parking spot. Being the gentleman that he was, Nathan had offered to ride with her to the airport.

  Or maybe he’s just a horndog who wanted some ‘alone time’ before she left.

  My nose scrunched up in distaste at the thought and I turned back around, heading for my trailer. When I got there, I opened the door with a sigh and stepped inside, locking it out of habit.

  It’s not like I’ll be leaving it again tonight any ways.

  When I turned around to face my couch, I was frozen with shock.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” Caleb said with a smirk as he laid back against the bed of my couch and placed his hands behind his head. “We need to have a chat.”

  * * *

  Chapter Ten

  “How the hell did you get in here?” I asked when my brain finally realized that Caleb was actually lying on my bed looking sexy as hell and not a figment of my wild imagination.

  “You left the door unlocked,” he told me with a jerk of his chin in that direction. “I slipped in while you were saying bye to Candace.”

  Well, that answered the how. But it didn’t answer the more important question.

  “Why are you here?”

  “Sit down.”

  “I’d prefer to stand.”

  Caleb raised an eyebrow and I couldn’t help but to notice as he shuffled around on the bed, the small raise of his hips immediately drawing my attention to his crotch. I quickly snapped my eyes back up to his face, but it wasn’t quick enough to slip past his attention.

  “Afraid of what’ll happen if you’re in bed with me again?”

  Not for the reasons you think.

  “Not at all,” I said breezily as I strolled further into the tiny room, plopping down on the chair across from him. The disappointment in his eyes registered instantly, but it faded away as he sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed.

  With the couch unfolded as it was, him sitting in this position brought our knees within touching distance. I crossed my legs and angled them away from him, another movement that he noticed.

  “Why are you avoiding me?” he asked. “I apologized for being an asshole.”

  I swallowed hard and looked down at the floor, focusing on anything besides his breathtakingly blue eyes. “I know. And I forgave you, in case you were wondering.”

  “So then explain to me why you’ve been going out of your way to avoid me?”

  How exactly did you tell a man than his quasi-girlfriend cornered you and told you to stay the hell away from him? How was I supposed to explain that while I wasn’t afraid of the girl herself, I didn’t want to possibly jeopardize my career for nothing more than a fling?

  How was I supposed to explain to a rich, handsome womanizer that I wanted more than he was willing to offer?

  “I haven’t been avoiding you,” I mumbled.

  Right then. Denial it is.

  Caleb titled his head to the side and glared at me, obviously not buying it. “Bullshit. Where’s the spitfire I met in the airport?”

  “I’m right here.”

  He edged closer and his knee brushed against my thigh. “Where’s the hellcat I took to my bedroom and fucked until she screamed?”

  “I’m right here,” I said, clenching my jaw while simultaneously rolling my eyes.

  But he pressed on, totally ignoring me. “Because all I’ve seen since I got on set was the meek girl who that asshole ex-boyfriend said was a lousy lay. You’re all depressed.”

  “I’m not depressed!” I yelled, standing up and glaring down at him. “I’m just not willing to get in the middle of this bullshit drama between you and Marlena!”

  “So that’s what this is about? Marlena?” he asked as he craned his head up to look at me.

  From this angle, I could see all the stubble growing on his chin and neck and when his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, all I wanted to do was to lick a long stripe up the side of his neck.

  “Partially.”

  “What else is it?” he asked lowly, his hands slowly moving up to lightly rest on my hips and pull me ever so slowly towards him.

  “Maybe I want something you can’t give me,” I admitted in a whisper.

  “Such as?”

  “I don’t know... a relationship? Romance? Love?”

  I don’t know what exactly provoked those words to fall from my lips, but it was almost like his eyes had pulled me in a trance that I couldn’t break free from. The truth was spilling out of my mouth whether I liked it or not. I snapped it shut and clenched my jaw before I could make an even bigger fool out of myself.

  Caleb pulled me fully down onto the bed and my knees instinctively swung over his own, leaving me straddling his lap. One of his hands went around my back while the other glided up to my hair and pulled my head down, bringing our lips only millimeters apart.

  “And who says I can’t give you those things?”

  “My better judgement.”

  Caleb’s eyes widened a fraction before they crinkled at the corners as he laughed. “There she is. There’s the sarcastic girl from the airport that I invited to my hotel room.”

  Before I could argue that I never left, he tugged my head forward and slammed our lips together. I stiffened with surprise for a fraction of a second before melting into his embrace, readily allowing him to pull me down to lay on top of him.

  The instant we were both on the bed, he rolled over until he was on top of me and pulled his lips away, staring down at me with desire written plain as day on his face.

  “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you,” he admitted, his voice rough.

  As he bent down to kiss me again, I placed my hand on his chest to stop him. “Wait, wait.”

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, backing away with a furrowed brow.

  As much as I hated to be ‘that girl’, I couldn’t bring myself to go through what happened in California again.

  “If you’re not going to stay, just go now. I’m just not the kind of girl who’s interested in a casual fuck only to be left in the middle of the night.”

  He looked at me—really looked at me— pushing away his desire for the time being to actually think about the consequences of his past actions.

  “I really hurt you.”

  It wasn’t a question.

  “Yeah, you did.”

  He stared at me seriously, the frown still on his face as his eyes flickered between mine. “I’m not a good guy, Sabrina. You’ve seen it yourself. I attract all kinds of bullshit into my life, not to mention bad people. Why would you want to wake up next to someone like me?”

  I shrugged a little, the gesture half-assed as I struggled to come up with a non-embarrassing answer. When I couldn’t think of anything, I opted for honesty.

  “I don’t really know. I just… like you.”

  “Against your bette
r judgement.”

  “Well, duh.”

  There was a brief pause before the tension between us cracked apart like ice, both of us warming at the sight of each other’s smiles.

  He pressed his lips against mine and asked for admittance to my mouth by sliding his tongue against the closed seal of my lips. I parted them for him while simultaneously wrapping my arms around his back and pulling more of his weight down on top of me.

  We both moaned as his hard length was pressed directly against my core and I wished we had gotten undressed prior to getting to this point. My body ached for him, but even the thought of breaking away from his lips left me feeling empty. How did I become so addicted to this man in such a short time period?

  So much for time and distance helping me forget.

  Because I couldn’t forget. One night with him was enough to change me, but I knew it went way beyond that. It started in the airport. It started with his hot and cold mood swings and him buying me a beer. With his sex jokes and him letting me sleep while he watched over me.

  Such a brief history together, but it was loaded with emotion—at least on my end. I couldn’t explain it. I couldn’t control it.

  The only thing I could do was accept it.

  I placed my hands on his chest and ran them down until I reached the waistband of his jeans. He arched up, not breaking the kiss but giving me enough room to unbutton his pants and start shoving them downwards. I did the same with my own jeans, lifting my hips and jerking them down as far as I could with our bodies still so closely pressed together.

  There was a noise outside that made me frown and I pulled back, glancing around the semi-darkness of the trailer.

  “What was that?”

  “What?”

  “That sound.”

  Caleb sat up on his knees and looked around for a moment before shrugging. “I didn’t hear anything.”

  “It was outside.”

  He nodded and stood up, re-buttoning his pants even though it looked rather painful to do so with his cock as swollen with need as it was. “I’ll check it out. Stay here.”

  As I was about to offer to go with him, he turned back and pointed at my body. “And those clothes better be on the floor when I get back.”

  He jerked the curtains on my tiny windows closed before he moved over to the door and stepped outside. I swallowed nervously but followed his command, stripping myself naked while I waited for him to return. Once I was bare, I slid beneath the bedsheet I used as a blanket.

  Just as I got covered, he came back in and locked the door. “I didn’t see anything. You sure you heard something?”

  Feeling rather stupid for making him go outside and look around, I simply shook my head. “Maybe it was my imagination. I’m sorry.”

  Caleb just smiled and tugged his shirt over his head. “No worries, beautiful. Are you naked under there?” he asked as he kneeled on the bed and lifted a corner of the sheet up.

  “Yes,” I said with a laugh as I kicked at him. “But you can’t look unless you’re naked as well.”

  “Deal.”

  He pulled off his shoes and socks before ridding himself of his jeans, pausing only to fish a condom out of one of his pockets.

  I raised an eyebrow. “You were pretty sure about how this was going to go down, huh?”

  “It was more like wishful thinking.”

  The clever retort I thought of died in my throat as he stood up and yanked down his boxer briefs. Much like the last time we were in this position, I was struck by the desire to taste him.

  This time, I was making damn sure I got a chance to do so.

  I put my hand up as he moved to get in bed and slithered my way out of the sheet until I was sitting on the edge of the mattress in front of him. My intentions became clear and instead of the cocky smirk I expected to appear, his eyes simply darkened with lust and his jaw tightened as he stared down at me.

  I flicked my tongue over the head quickly then swirled around it, his groan sending a thrill up my spine. I really wanted to tease him, to find out what kind of reactions I could pull out of him, but the aching desire that was making my clit throb kept me from doing so. At least not this time.

  My fingers curled around the base of his cock as I slipped the head in my mouth and sucked, slicking up his cock with spit before sliding more of it into my mouth. I repeated the movement until my lips met my hand and I couldn’t possibly take any more of him in my mouth.

  Caleb’s hand was loosely gripping my hair while he softly grunted and rocked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. His movements were gentle, but I could tell that he was fighting back the urge to thrust wildly. His brow was furrowed in concentration and his eyes were screwed shut, as if the mere sight of me going down on him was too much to handle.

  The feeling of power I got from sucking him off made me shudder and I moaned and sucked him harder. I slipped my free hand between my legs and gave myself some much needed relief by sliding two fingers into my pussy.

  I was a little surprised by how turned on I was just from the simple act of sucking his cock. I was soaking wet and my fingers slipped inside with minimal resistance. I thrust them in and out at the same speed my lips were sliding over his engorged dick.

  When Caleb opened his eyes and noticed what I was doing, he groaned low in his throat and roughly tugged me back up by my hair.

  “Enough,” he panted. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

  “So no more foreplay?” I teasingly asked as I stood up on slightly wobbly legs. I was even more turned on this time that I had been during our first time together.

  “Not for me,” he replied once I got back to my feet.

  Confused, I furrowed my brow as he pushed me back to the bed and then yanked me forward by my hips. His face went between my legs and I shrieked in surprise before arching my back and letting out a hoarse moan as his tongue caressed my clit.

  Holy fuck, he’s good at this.

  As if I had spoken aloud, his eyes darted up to meet mine and he smirked. He damn well knew the effect his attention was having on me, not that I was even attempting to hide it. I twisted one hand in the bedsheet and the other into his hair, holding him to me as he continued to expertly work my pussy.

  “Please,” I gasped as I felt the first shockwave of pleasure ripple through my thighs. “I’m gonna-”

  “You want to come, baby?” he asked after pulling away from me. I whimpered in protest and thrashed my hips, begging for him to finish me off. “Want to come on my tongue?”

  “Yes! Please!”

  He removed his fingers from my core and used them to work my clit while his tongue replaced the emptiness in my pussy. I moaned loudly as he progressively sped up the motion of his fingers until I was practically sobbing from the sheer force of my release.

  Caleb groaned against my core when I finally came, drenching his lips and chin with my juices. He abruptly pulled back before the aftershocks even dissipated and sheathed himself in the condom while I laid bonelessly on the bed.

  “My turn,” he growled as he pushed me back up the bed so he could crawl between my legs.

  My mouth fell open in a gasp as he pushed inside. Even though I was slick from my climax, I could still feel the resistance my body gave as his thick member stretched me more than any other man had before him. Caleb let out a hiss of pleasure before rearing back and thrusting balls deep into me.

  I had braced myself for a round of fucking as rough as the last time we were together, so I was rather surprised when he leaned over and rested his forearms on either side of my head. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard before I put my eyes back on his.

  My heart raced as we stared into each other’s eyes as he began to rock into me. The roll of his hips was fluid—never once stopping but going at a continuous, slow speed.

  It was as if I could feel every single inch of him as he slid in and out, every sensation ramped up to max pleasure. The drag o
f his cock in and out of me was the most incredible thing I had ever felt and I closed my eyes against the almost unbearable pleasure.

  “Look at me, Sabrina,” Caleb whispered. I obeyed immediately and he gave me a small smile as he said, “Keep your eyes on me.”

  I did as I was told, my wide eyes staying locked on his as he fucked me soft and slow. It felt almost crude to even think of what we were doing as ‘fucking’, but I wasn’t naive enough to think we were making love.

  No... This was merely Caleb’s way of showing me that he was capable of giving me the things I wanted. Maybe not immediately, but he could.

  I just had to allow him the chance to try.

  With a soft moan I couldn’t stop, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him down towards me, pressing my lips to his for another passionate kiss. He never stopped moving against me and after a few long minutes of kissing and gasping into each other’s mouths as the pleasure grew, we broke apart.

  “I’m not going to last much longer,” he breathed out against my lips. “Tell me what you need.”

  I needed a lot of things, but the most pressing thing was- “More. Faster,” I groaned.

  He seemed hesitant to speed up too much and I knew it was because he wanted to keep this time slow and sweet. He kept the rolling motion of his hips slow but ground down on each stroke, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with every pass.

  “Oh, fuck. Caleb-”

  “Come. Come for me.”

  As my body began to respond to his words, my head tipped to the side. A second later, I felt his fingers grip my chin and force me to face him.

  “Don’t look away.”

  I couldn’t deny the fact that Caleb was damn good at proving his points. My mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the most intense orgasm of my life tore through my body, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire being. I was fairly certain he moaned my name, but I was too lost in the ecstasy and his startlingly blue eyes to be sure.

  I was sure when he came, though. His movements grinded to an abrupt halt, his eyes still locked on mine but fighting to stay open as he echoed my loud moans of release. My body clenched around him, pulling every last drop out of his cock and into the condom.