Hollywood (Steel Demons MC #7)

Chapter Twelve

Winter

W ow. Just holy fucking wow. That was the best sex I have ever had, which admittedly wasn’t saying much since I wasn’t exactly rolling in dick if you know what I mean. But still, even with the few partners I’ve had I knew that fucking Hollywood was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. He wasn’t just a generous lover, which was good enough, but he was also big and he liked to fuck rough.

So did I and he didn’t make me feel bad or slutty about it. What we just did in his bedroom? That’s what sex was meant to be and even though his cock was still buried deep inside of me, twitching, I wanted more. I wanted him again and again. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wanted to ride him. Make him lose control. I wanted to hear him shout my name in that sexy low grunt again and again.

His laughter surprised me but the feel of him laughing with his cock buried deep was something else altogether. It was like shoving that sex bullet inside my pussy and cranking it on high. I gasped and clenched around him, a move that triggered another aftershock. “Holy fuck, did you just come again?”

“Too much?”

His green gaze darkened. “Fuck no, it’s hot as hell, knowing that I can make you come so much.” The pride in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. “I’ve been hard as a rock since I first saw you again and trying to keep my distance. I couldn’t resist you anymore.”

What? “For real?”

He nodded and slowly pulled his big cock from my body. “Hell yeah. But spending time with you and getting to know you has only made me want you more.”

I was stunned into silence.

He laughed again. “Seriously, you’re shocked?”

I nodded again as my eyes danced over his beautiful body. “Yeah. I thought you saw me as a little kid while I’ve been getting off thinking about you all this time.”

He blew out a long breath at that admission. “I wish. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if I saw you as Winston’s little girl. But I don’t. I can’t.”

Pleasure skittered along my skin at his words, his admission that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “Good, because I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“No shit,” he shot back in a low voice while his eyes locked with mine. “Now tell me about getting yourself off while thinking about me.”

“There’s not much to tell. You’re the star of my spank bank and when I need to get off, you’re my go-to guy.”

“Show me,” he demanded.

Seriously? This wasn’t something I’d ever done with a man. I wasn’t shy, not really, but could I do this with him? One look at the white-hot look on his face and I knew the answer instantly. Fuck yeah, I can. “My favorite is when I’m on all fours.” I turned around and got on my hands and knees, so he had a perfect view of my pussy. “I like imagining you like this, behind me and pulling my hair while you fuck me.” My hand snaked between my legs, using the mix of our juices to lube up my fingers as I bury them in my pussy. “Fuck,” I moaned as my fingers pumped in and out of my sensitive pussy.

“Winter.” That was all he said before I felt his hands on my ass and his tongue circling my backdoor, another first for me.

I pumped my fingers faster and deeper within my body while he ate me and licked my ass—who knew it was so hot—until pleasure overwhelmed me. “Yes, fuck yes!” I came hard and fast before my arms gave out and I collapsed on the bed.

“So fucking hot,” he whispered behind me before he gave my ass a hard smack.

“This is crazy,” I panted. “How can I want you again? That’s already more orgasms than I’ve ever had in one day and with another person.” That was probably another detail I should’ve kept to myself, but I couldn’t. I felt too good, and all of my walls and filters were out to lunch.

I didn’t care. He deserved to know the truth for making me feel so good, so sexy. So boneless. “I think we can beat that record before the night is over.”

“I’m game if you are.” My gaze slammed into his and what I saw left me stunned. He looked like a man possessed, as if he really and truly wanted me, not just my body or my sex.

We spent hours in bed as we explored each other’s bodies, succumbing to pleasure time and time again. By the time we paused for dinner, my body was deliciously sore, the ache reminded me of everything we’d done whenever it pulsed. A hot shower later and I met Hollywood in the kitchen wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts. “How long was I in the shower?” There were half a dozen takeout containers spread around the table.

“Long enough to order food and have it delivered.” He motioned to the containers and rattled off what was basically an Italian feast. “Figured we needed to keep our energy up.”

“Smart and pretty, a winning combination.”

His laugh was deep and gravelly, his eyes crinkled at the corners as if he was a man who laughed with his whole body. “I think so.”

We each settled on opposite sides of the table, smiling as we dug into the food like we hadn’t just eaten tacos a few hours earlier. Everything was amazing but the garlic risotto was the highlight of the meal, aside from the sculpted pecs and abs that made up my dinner view. “So,” I began slowly because I was totally about to be that girl. “Did you leave anybody brokenhearted when you went off to prison? Besides Dad, I mean.”

His lips twitched. “Nope.”

“So you’re like a player or just afraid of commitment?” I was so eager to know everything about him. I knew that one afternoon of fucking didn’t make him my boyfriend, but this was my shot and like I told Luisa, I was going to grab onto it with both hands.

He thought about it for a minute before he answered. “A little bit of both. There was someone once, years ago. Thought it was love but it didn’t work out, so since then I’ve kept things casual.”

That shouldn’t have given me hope but it blossomed to life inside my chest anyway. There was still the issue of my dad, who would lose his shit if he ever found out, but still I felt like I had a chance. “Interesting.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not sure guys my age are capable of heartbreak. Ego bruised a little, sure. But I doubt there were any real feelings involved, on their end or mine.”

“A cynic?”

“Not necessarily, but I know that most guys look at me and see a chick they want to bang, and they’ll say anything to make that happen. I didn’t love the guys I’ve been with, but they liked me.”

“Fucking idiots,” he grumbled. “You’re amazing in addition to your stunning face and hot body.”

I smiled so big my cheeks ached. “Careful Hollywood, or I might think you like me.”

“You should think it, because I do like you. All of you.” There wasn’t a hint of amusement on his face. His expression was deadly serious and somehow a shiver and a lightning rod of heat speared through my body.

I was a mess of want and need. Arousal pulsed through me, and I squeezed my thighs together. “Good, because I like you too.” I liked him a lot more than I should considering all the other shit that was going on right now.

“I figured that by the way you jumped in my arms and attacked me.” He was teasing me, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well after that kiss you laid on me, what else could I do? You’re a really good kisser. On both sets of lips.”

“Just wait,” he promised. “I ordered an extra cup of caramel sauce for the brownie, or other things.”

Desire slammed into me, hard and agonizing. My eyes closed and images appeared of me on the bed with my legs spread wide, his blond head buried between my thighs as he licked my pussy until every drop of caramel was gone. “Is there enough for two?”

His face heated and his gaze went pitch black. “I guess we’ll find out.”

I jumped to my feet and quickly removed my t-shirt. “I’ll be upstairs when you’re ready for dessert.” I took off and a second later I felt the heat of his body behind me.

He caught me on the stairs and wrapped one of his arms around my waist before he spun me to face him. “Right here. Now.” He sank to his feet and wrapped one leg and then the other over his shoulders, eating my pussy while I was basically suspended in the air. His hands on my thighs and the wall were the only things that kept me up while I writhed and flailed under the wicked moves of his magical mouth.

“Fuck. Yes. Yes!” I lost myself in the pleasure that Hollywood gave me, the way he made me feel. The noises he let out as he ate me, like I was a gourmet meal, would haunt me for as long as I lived. It didn’t take long before another orgasm exploded from every pore of my body. I shook in his arms, but Hollywood never stopped, barely slowed down until I cried out and begged him to stop.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who fucked a guy once and fell in love, but the crush I’d had on him for most of my life was alive and well, and growing into something more, something bigger with each passing day.

Every swipe of his tongue.

Every stroke of his big dick.

Don’t think about that now. We were stuck together until I was safe so I promised myself I would enjoy the time we had together, however long it lasted. Maybe it would become something more, maybe it wouldn’t.

But I knew without a doubt that it would be a hell of a lot of fun for however long it did last. That thought, and the orgasm, cleared my mind and when we landed on the bed, I smiled as I turned to Hollywood and said two words that drove him crazy for the rest of the night. “My turn.”