5. Hollywood
5
HOLLYWOOD
I didn’t know watching someone else climax could be so fucking intense. Granted, I had made a lot of people come in my life, but this was ... Holy fucking shit . Was it because I had fantasized about it for months? Was it because she’d degraded me while she did it? Was it because I wasn’t allowed to touch? Whatever had glued my attention to her, I couldn’t shake it.
Her panties coated my tongue with the sweet taste of her wet cunt, shooting the delectable flavor down the back of my throat. The mere hint of it was so fucking delicious that I yearned to situate my face between her legs and take my Goddamned time. I would stay on my knees and watch her play with herself for eons. When she caught me staring at her, she grinned and dug her boot in harder on my shoulder, holding me in place.
“Go on,” she said. “Show me how you like it, Hudson.”
Fuck, the way she said my last name had me tugging my cock like the world might end. My feet had fallen asleep ages ago, but I didn’t care. I sat there and yanked because she wanted it—because she commanded it.
“Does it feel good?” she murmured, her voice coming out in a purr that ricocheted wanton hunger down my back and into my balls.
“Uh-huh.” My lower stomach clenched, and I slid my hand faster, grabbing the tip the way I liked. My head fell back on my shoulders, and I watched her watching me. When our eyes connected, I lost myself in that vibrant shade of deep blue—so blue it was almost the shade of irises in the sun. She pressed her lips into a pleased smile, her cheeks blushing an adorable shade of pink.
Fuck, that made me harder. She was so rough all the time, so quick to hiss at anyone that got close to her, but I made her blush. Me . The one she never had a nice word for, the one she lived to cut down to size.
“Do you want to come?” She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, staring down her nose at me like the peon that I was, like I was scum on the boot currently holding me in place.
“Yes, please, yes.” I forced the words around her drenched panties, knowing it wouldn’t take much more. I was already so close. She dug her chunky black heel into an old bullet wound, one she knew was there, and she leaned in closer, spreading her legs wider so I had a better view of her messy wet pussy.
“Spit those out and tell me how much you love the fact that I hate you. Tell me how much you want me to hate you again and again.” Fuck, I nearly melted on the ground. Yeah, I was a special kind of fucked-up that I liked when she talked down to me, but no one else spoke to me like this. No one dared even try. No one but her, and with her sultry vibrant tone, my hands shook as my orgasm built in the center of my spine, preparing to burst out the tip of my cock.
“I love when you hate me, Mistress,” I said, pushing her lacy fabric out so I could keep going. “Hate me as much as you want.” My broken words tipped the scales, and I grabbed my nuts, yanking down on them hard to add a slice of pain to the building pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I was almost there ... almost there ...
A loud bang came from the door as someone twisted on the handle and tried to walk in, but the deadbolt caught and slammed against the metal lock.
At the surprise, I came like a fucking firehose, spurting all over my pants and hand and the space between her legs, catching some on her boots. I came and came and came, like I hadn’t whacked it out this morning, imagining this very scenario, like I hadn’t thought about this a hundred times before.
“V? Are you still in there?” Wheels called, slurring his words. “Why the fuck is this door locked? Have you seen Hollywood?”
I couldn’t stop the eruption in my blood. The world had ceased to spin on its axis, my entire soul having been shoved out of my body and back in again. I was drunk, sure, but this climax broke through that like a freight train barreling out of control.
“Shit,” V hissed, pushing to her feet. “Yeah, I’m in here, Wheels. What do you want?”
“Why’s the door locked?” He tried to barge in again. “Are you okay?”
“I’m sleeping,” she said. “I’m really drunk.”
“I can take you home,” he said. “Let me in.”
I inhaled deeply through my nose, falling forward on my knuckles while I tried to right myself. I had spunk everywhere, on the floor, on my fingers and pants. Hell, even on my T-shirt. I couldn’t fucking see straight. I blinked, trying to shake off the wooziness, but it did nothing.
God, I’m a mess.
“Give me a minute,” she said, returning her attention to me. “I’ll be right out.”
“All right.” His footsteps retreated farther away from the door.
When I caught my breath, I sat back on my heels and stuffed my cock in my pants, wiping my fingers on my jeans before running them over my face and back into my hair. I’d never come that hard in my life ... and that was saying something because I’d been with a lot of people. Compared to some of the shit I’d done, whacking off while V rubbed one out barely registered on the kink scale, but I couldn’t get my heart to stop racing like it might combust.
“Are you okay?” She walked closer and kneeled, bringing herself eye level with me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah.” She said the word, but it rang hollow, even to my postcoital drunken ass. I met her gaze, knowing I should say something to alleviate the awkward tension that had crept up between us. I wanted more. I wanted her to enact every fantasy I’d ever had, to do all the things no one had ever agreed to do before. I had daydreams of latex bodysuits, silk rope bindings, and St. Andrew’s Crosses dancing through my mind.
It was not the same for her. In her gaze, I saw the wall she’d drawn up between what we’d done and what would happen next, impenetrable and solid, the way her brother got when he’d made up his mind about something and wouldn’t be deterred.
Just as I opened my mouth to tell her how much more I wanted, she cut me off. “I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us ... right?”
If the moon had suddenly fallen out of the sky and squashed me like a bug, it would have hurt less. Here I’d been planning the next time, convinced it had been just as good for her. But she only wanted to make sure I didn’t run my mouth about it.
Swallowing down the bitterness, I nodded. “Sure, V. You got it.”
“Good.” She leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek, tender and chaste compared to the way she’d treated me moments ago. “Do you want me to stay with you? We didn’t negotiate aftercare.”
“You better go,” I said, my cheeks burning with everything rising up in my chest. “You don’t want to leave Wheels hanging.”
She narrowed her eyes like she didn’t believe me, but gave me one last kiss before pushing to her feet. “Thanks for the show. Have a nice night, Hollywood.”
Then, she walked to the door and left me there—kneeling on concrete, covered in my own come, legs shaking and arms writhing with the aftershocks of submitting to one of the most powerful women I’d ever had the privilege to know.
Fuck. Get it together, Hollywood.
Digging my palms into my eyes, I told myself it was just another whack. So what if V had watched? So what if I’d watched her? We were drunk, and if I had a couple shots before I passed out, I might get away with not remembering any of it.
I caught sight of her black lace undies on the ground between my legs. Chest clenching, I grabbed them and held them to my nose, inhaling her sweet musky scent before I stood, my toes tingling as blood rushed down my legs again. I had to stand there and lean on the table for a moment before I could trust myself to walk, and when I did, I found a dirty towel to clean up the mess. Then I decided the couch in the far corner was as good a place as any to pass out.
While I lay there in the decades worth of dirt and grime on the cushion, I thought of all the other one-night stands I’d had where I had taken those few shots before passing out, where I had chosen to forget it because why the fuck remember something so insignificant?
Not this night with V. No, I wanted to remember this forever.
Bringing the soft lace to my nose again, I took another long inhale of her, closed my eyes, and hoped for the best in the morning.
“Hey!” someone shouted, shoving me hard enough to have me snapping my eyes open like the world had suddenly caught fire.
“What?” I sat up, shaking my head as something soft and black fell into my lap. “What happened?” I blinked up at Bear, who stood over me with narrowed eyes and a scowl between his brows.
“What the fuck happened to you last night?” He laughed, pointing down to the underwear in my lap. “Whose are those? What about your celibacy streak, huh?”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure. I looked around, realizing I was in the side room. A deck of cards and a pile of chips lay in a heap on the table, and the smell of stale beer permeated from the red plastic cups scattered around it. I vaguely remembered playing poker with Wheels, Castor, Lore, and V. My brothers lost until it was just me and her ...
Fuck.
It all rushed back to me, slamming down my spine and back up again, lining my gut with dread. I quickly palmed the underwear and curled it into a ball in my fist. What was I supposed to say?
Haha, I don’t know? Definitely not your baby sister’s?
“I’m still a virgin reborn,” I grumbled, my throat aching like I’d run a marathon. It wouldn’t take much questioning to learn V had kicked everyone’s ass in poker last night and Lore had left us alone after his last hand. Bear was next in line to the presidency for a reason; he was smart as a fucking whip. He’d put two and two together and string me up by my thumbs in a heartbeat. “I’m not sure which hang-around wanted to ride my face last night. I’ll have to go around the club and have everyone try them on like Cinderella.”
He stared at me for a moment, seeming to debate whether I was serious, before he shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. “Stay classy, Hollywood.”
I forced an exhausted, hungover smile, terrified he’d see right through me.
“Get up. It’s your shift with Leo.” Apparently having given V’s panties as much thought as he would, Bear turned toward the door and left. The tightness in my chest loosened the more distance he put between us.
He didn’t need to know I’d peeled them off his little sister with my teeth, that I had them stuffed in my mouth while I whacked off, that I used them as a calming scent to help me fall asleep. If he ever found out, he and his brothers would kill me ... literally feed me to the pigs.
One thing was certain—V could fuck with whomever she wanted as long as they weren’t filthy, pathetic manwhore me.