Page 86 of Hollywood

I angled my thrust to hit the same spot, then swiveled my hips, grinding against the bump inside him. He gave a wordless cry, ass tightening with his climax. His cock shot under him, streaking the pillow with white droplets.

But it was his throaty noises and shuddering body that tipped me over the edge. White-hot bliss streaked through me as my balls drew up and my cock released inside his body.

I collapsed over his back, shaking with each pulse of pleasure, gasping raggedly for breath. Now that I’d come, my muscles felt like jelly. Hollywood grunted as my full weight pinned him to the bed.

He fell into his mess, our limbs tangled and our skin tacky with sweat.

Slowly, sense started returning to me. I reached down to grasp the condom to keep it in place and eased out of him. He made a small, pained sound at my retreat.

“Was I too rough?” I asked, sliding one hand up his sweaty back and into the damp hair at the base of his neck.

“M’fine.”

I tossed the condom into a small trash can on my side of the bed. “Fine isn’t good enough, Hendrix. I wanted it to be amazing. Damn it. I fucked this up too.”

Hollywood rolled over and reached for me. “Hey, hey. You didn’t fuck up anything.” His lips turned up. “I mean you fucked the hell out of me. But that’s not a bad thing.”

“Just fine?”

He tugged me down to the bed, pressing his lips to my jaw. “I said I was fine. Not that the sex was fine, cowboy. The sex was…” He made the sound of a bomb going off. “Mind-blowingly fantastic. Top ratings. Would recommend. Ten out of ten, okay?”

I met his eyes uncertainly. “Are you teasing me?”

“Maybe a little.” He cupped my face and pressed our foreheads together. “It was really good for me, Tex. Was it good for you?”

“Fuck, yes. Of course.”

“Okay.” He drew back a little, shifting to avoid the wet spot. “Want to tell me what got you all riled up tonight?”

“Just shit with my dad. It’s not important.”

He rubbed a thumb over my eyebrow. “Anything troubling you is important, Tex. I’m here to listen.”

I pulled his hand down and kissed his knuckles. “How about we shower and change the sheets?”

He let me change the topic, even if it wasn’t graceful. “Good idea.”

We slipped into the bathroom across from Ruby’s room, tiptoeing and shushing each other with giggles like little kids trying not to wake their parents. I closed and locked the door behind us while Hollywood bent to turn on the faucets. I couldn’t let that fine ass go unnoticed, so I smacked it.

The slap cracked in the quiet, and Hollywood jumped with a yelp as a red handprint spread across his ass.

He shot me a wide-eyed look.

“What?” I asked innocently. “I seem to remember you saying if I needed to spank you while you called me cowboy, you were just fine with it.”

He smirked, glancing over his shoulder to take in his freshly spanked ass. “Whatever gets you off, cowboy.”

“You do,” I said, pulling him close for a kiss.

Hollywood indulged me until steam was fogging up the mirror. He pulled away. “Let’s stop wasting water.”

I followed him into the shower, the hot wash of water turning us both slippery. I breathed in the humid air, my cock trying to stir but too damn exhausted.

Hollywood poured a dollop of body soap into my hands. Instead of using it on myself, I soaped his shoulders and back. He sighed and curled forward, bracing his arms on the wall as I worked my hands down to his ass.

“I should be comforting you,” he said, “but I’m suddenly half asleep.”

“I put you through the wringer,” I murmured. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and Ruby will sleep in tomorrow.”