Page 135 of Hollywood

His gentle kisses turned to licks and nips, making me jerk and hiss. When he dipped his tongue into my belly button, I nearly shot off the bed. He eased back, chuckling. “Turn over. I want to rim you.”

I turned onto hands and knees, glancing over my shoulder. “Did you want to fuck me?”

His eyebrows shot up. “I wasn’t planning on it. Do you want me to?”

“Maybe sometime. I don’t think today’s a good choice. I’m a little raw, you know?”

He rubbed my ass. “I know, babe. I just want to make you feel good. Feel loved. There’s no need to push your limits right now.”

I nodded. “Okay. Another time.”

His smile turned a little wicked, and he spread my ass cheeks, exposing me. “Definitely. I’d love to stretch out this tight little hole.”

He punctuated his words with a lick over my rim, making me jerk. “Oh, fuck.”

He chuckled, a gust of warm air tickling nerve endings before the slick heat of his tongue obliterated every other sensation. He licked and teased until I was a raw nerve ending, ready to light up at the slightest touch.

“Hendrix,” I gasped. “I gotta…”

I grabbed my dick, squeezing it. He reached around me, but he didn’t stop me. Just added his hand to mine, helping me stroke, while he buried his tongue in my ass.

I came hard, the world sliding out of focus as I shouted hoarsely into the pillow. Ruby wasn’t here, but some habits stuck with you. I bit into the fabric, shuddering, until Hollywood jerked it out from under me.

“I want to hear you,” he said.

My shout had morphed into a whimpering moan that wasa little embarrassing. Tears flooded down my cheeks. My breath hitched in a sob. Then, like the floodgates had opened, I couldn’t stop.

I sobbed into the mattress, Hollywood’s body resting over mine, holding me tight as I fell the fuck apart.

“So-sorry,” I got out. “Don’t know why…”

“Because you need to let it out,” he said. “You’ve kept so much inside, Tex. You can let it go with me, okay? You can feel anything you need to feel.”

My tears dried, leaving an aching wound in my chest. And yet, it was a cleaner pain. Like the tears had drained a little poison out of me.

“Sorry. Fuck. That was probably not sexy.”

“You don’t need to be sexy right now.”

I rolled over, not even caring as I sank into the mess I’d made on the sheets. Fuck it. I’d take a shower soon enough. Hollywood knelt over my legs, cock gone soft.

“You didn’t get off,” I complained.

He shrugged a shoulder. “This wasn’t about me.”

I wasn’t sure I liked that. I’d always made Hollywood come—and come fucking hard. I didn’t want that to change.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s shower.”

He rolled out of the bed, so I followed him to the bathroom. He started the shower, adjusting the temperature, then stepped inside. I joined him, the hot spray washing away the last of my tears.

Hollywood picked up the bodywash from the shelf.

I took it from him. “Let me.”

He nodded, and I poured a dollop into my hands, then spread it over his shoulders. I massaged the soap into suds that ran down the slope of his back and over the curve of his ass.

“I should be taking care of you,” he murmured.