Hollywood Hearts (A Bad Boy Love Triangle Romance): (Hollywood Hearts Book 1) (6 page)

He whispered in my ear, “You don’t think I want you? You don’t think I like you” I shook my head as much as possible, confused. “You’ve made me feel things I haven’t felt with anybody in a long, long time, Ellie. And even if you don’t think you’re beautiful, you turn me on like nobody else does.”

He held both of my arms back with one of his big hands and yanked down my jeans. He linked his fingers between mine and pressed them against the car. I wanted to collapse as he sucked hard on my neck.

“Is this what you want from me?” One of his hands released me and I gasped as he plowed his fingers violently into me from behind. I nod, wanting more from him now and hating myself for it. But how could I deny how genuine he sounded? “You want my cock in you, huh?”

“Yes,” I whine in yearning as he pressed my face roughly onto the car and my cheek pained. But I didn’t want him to stop.

“You little whore.” He finger-fucked me wildly until he’d worked out some more of my fluids then I felt him guide his cock into me.

“Yes, please,” I begged.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered and he clutched my throat with his hand, guiding his erection in a little deeper.

“Say it louder, Ellie. I want to hear you what you want from me, you sexy little bitch.”

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, like I deserve,” I cried out this time, my voice resounding off the cliff walls beside us.

Hunter pulled out completely and rammed himself in slowly again. I was still as wet as before and he was gliding, in and out, filling me deeper and deeper with each thrust. How far could he fit until this would hurt me too much? His breadth stretched me out.

He grasped the side of my ass to position me a little back away from the car and quickened his rhythm.

“You’re so big,” I told him what he wanted to hear. He growled savagely, bending forward to lay heavier against my back and assaulted me even deeper. My body lay pressed into the car, flattening my breasts to the cold, hard glass of the windows. The juxtaposition of him hot and sweaty against my back versus the cold on my chest had my body feeling both lost and found.

He made sure my hips were secure beneath his then plowed me from behind as fast as he could. I felt him push all the way up my passage. If he went in any further, I would be in too much pain.

An aggressive tug on my hair caused me to pull my head back toward him as he fucked me savagely, insatiably, using my hair as a rein. My juices trickled down my inner thighs.

His other hand began toying on my clit and I responded by placing mine on top of his. We both played with me until he was rabbit-fucking me like a lunatic, his breath quick and occasional whines of pleasure escaping his throat.

The muscles of my tight passage clamped down on his member as I reached my climax. I heard him moan louder than I think he hoped.

He brought his lips to my ear and demanded at me with his husky voice: “I want you to submit to me. Come for me, Ellie.”

I tensed for a moment until he thrust one more time causing my legs to tremble. I became engulfed in the throes of my shuddering orgasm. Blood was pumping to every corner of my pussy, leaking even more juices down my thighs. He made sure the job was done with a few more thrusts then kneading his fingertips into my flesh passionately, holding me tight.

With a bigger clump of my hair in his fist, he twisted my head over my shoulder and forced me in for a kiss.
 

“Oh my god,” I said collapsing against the car.

At that, he let me go and I heard him zip himself up and back away from me. I stumbled as I attempted to pull my pants back up and tie my top together somehow then sat on the ground.

“Here,” Hunter said, kneeling down in front of me as he removed his t-shirt and put it over my head. Once it was on, he took my face in his hands with earnest affection and I warmed into his chest. “What are you doing to me Ellie?” He whispered into my ear.
 

I could say the same to you,
I longed to say but knew this chemistry was bubbling up far too quickly that it would scare the both of us.
We stood their for a moment in fleeting silence, my hand flat on his hard, bare chest as we took in the sight of one another.

“I’ll take you home,” he said, brow furrowed and fingers running through his hair. He wouldn’t make eye contact as usual as I straightened myself up. He opened the door for me, brooding and waited for me to climb into the car,
 

VI

Nobody had ever made me feel that dirty before,
I thought as I lay in bed that night.

And yet my OCD hadn’t felt a need to scrub every inch of my body clean after the experience. Why did I let him fuck me after treating me like that? Was my self-esteem that low?

My phone beeped and my heart beat light again. It was Rafe, unknowingly saving me from my misery.

‘I promise I’m not ignoring you. I’ve had the longest days on set the past week. Sorry. How have you been?’

‘No problem! I’ve been busy working so no big deal. Did you still want to do that dinner?’
 

‘Of course! All going to plan, I should be free on Wednesday if that suits you? I want to take you to this awesome sushi place near me. You like sushi?’
My heart was aflutter with excited nerves.

‘There’s a saying that goes ‘Never trust someone who doesn’t like sushi’. Just let me know when and I’ll be there :)’

‘OK :) I’ll talk to you later then. Sweet dreams Ellie xx’

My mind wandered from tainted thoughts of Hunter ejaculating on me to a want for Rafe to now be savaging my body with tender caresses which caused my damn needy crotch to twitch again. Fuck Hunter and his weird fetishes. Rafe now had me completely yearning for him. My inner nympho wouldn’t settle until I had him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

 
HOLLYWOOD DAMAGE

(PART 2 OF HOLLYWOOD HEARTS SERIES)

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Elevated

T
WO
YEARS
AGO
, I became the proud owner of an older sibling that I had otherwise never had. To save any confusion, obviously he wasn’t my
real
brother. My mother met and married a lovely man who came with a bonus — A son, Ethan. Ethan was now my
stepbrother
, a distinction that’s important for so many reasons, all of which I’ll get to eventually.

The most important thing right now is to tell you how I felt all those years ago at my young age of sixteen, suddenly acquiring a new sibling two years my senior. At the time, and as sheltered as I was, I thought eighteen was basically ancient. Some girls at my school were dating college-age guys like that but I always found that a little too weird. So, naturally, I was surprised that the minute I saw Ethan was the minute I fell for him. He had just the right amount of twang to his accent, a melodic tone that spilled out in a thick, honeyed baritone past his full, soft lips. His hair was a shade of vibrant gold that glittered whenever the sun hit it, and his eyes were the clearest shade of blue I’d ever seen. Then he had this squint when he’d look over at people where his brow would furrow and his features would become even more harder and masculine. Aside from that, he was charming, cheeky, and protective of me in a way that had me swooning. I was head-over-heels for one person I really shouldn’t be head-over-heels for.

It wasn’t until later in the summer that I realized not only had life gifted him with the face of a roughened Abercrombie model, but he had the perfect body, too. Every inch of him was toned, fit and firm, his muscles bulging and threatening to rip out from his skin. He had a swimmer’s build, which made him tall, strong and lean, with a killer set of Adonis lines etched between his hips. He was a damn good swimmer, too, and he never failed to give me a run for my money at the pool. Hell, he even helped to improve my dive form that I’d been perfecting since middle school.

I kidded myself for two years by thinking maybe I was only attracted to Ethan’s skill and knowledge, not his looks. I’d never gone for the jock type anyway. Heck, I’d only ever fallen for guys who couldn’t even hold a sentence without their voice cracking. I tried so hard to tell myself that I was only suffering from a crush born of admiration for my knowledgeable big brother who just so happened to be as much into swimming as I was.
 

When my feelings didn’t fade after I’d turned eighteen myself and graduated high school, I knew whatever feelings I had were far more special than I’d hoped. I had to admit to myself that I didn’t just look up to my older stepbrother—I was mind-blowingly in
love
with him.

It was so surreal visiting him at his apartment after he moved out of my mom and stepdad’s basement. Sometimes he came over to our parents’ house, but usually I went to his place so we could play video games uninterrupted or I could sneak some of his beer after the long days at my community college classes. He had a nice little bachelor pad near the college we were both attending, and it offered us both freedom and privacy from the rest of the world. It was our sanctuary of sorts where I could relax a little about my affections towards him.

I used those opportunities to flirt with him. Those last two years of maturing allowed me to develop the confidence to be a little more overt with my feelings. I made sure to keep it light-hearted and innocent enough, of course, so that he wouldn’t feel weird or creeped out. What I never expected, however, was for him to return my seemingly innocuous advances. But the more I pushed and teased, the more Ethan pushed back, flashing me seductive grins while his eyes glinted oh-so-mischievously beneath his tawny tresses. Sometimes when I wore little shorts and we were sitting on the couch together, he’d rest his hand on my bare thigh and leave it there as though the gesture meant nothing at all.

But it meant so much to me.

Ethan gave me chills like nobody else ever had. Sure, I’d made out with boys before, mostly sticky backseat fumblings that were quickly forgotten with the consumption of liquor, but the way my stepbrother got me going was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before in my life. He was never overly affectionate to a point where I knew for sure he shared my feelings, but he knew just how to tease me. A little innocent brush of his hand against my lower back here, a kiss too close to the edge of my lips there—these were the tactics my stepbrother used to make me weak in the knees.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to believe that Ethan felt the same way about me as I did about him. Even though we weren’t
really
related, stepsiblings generally didn’t get it on with each other—or at least, not that I knew of. I figured that whatever latent attraction he felt for me, he expressed through his subtle affections and that was all there was. I told myself time and time again to stop daydreaming that it was anything more. It would only lead to heartbreak if I let myself believe that being with my big brother was a possibility.

But everything changed the day we got stuck in the elevator.

Up until that moment, that Friday had seemed like any other day. I’d woken up from a dream about my sexy stepbrother, a dream that left a dull, throbbing ache between my legs. I’d taken a shower and made perfect use of my detachable, massaging shower head, groaning softly as I let the trio of jets stimulate my neglected womanhood. I hadn’t purposefully being trying to save myself for any boy in particular. Perhaps, subconsciously I just couldn’t get hot for anybody but him. I tried to bring back the illusive remnants of that steamy dream, imagining that when I went to wake up Ethan at his apartment, I’d crawl into his bed, burrow underneath his covers, and he’d hold me and caress me and fuck me passionately and desperately. We’d be coming together before he even knew what hit him, and though he’d be surprised, he’d still moan my name.

Jessica…

I brought myself to a delicious orgasm with the lukewarm water, my toes curling and my back arching against the tiled walls as my mind conjured the sound of my name leaving his lips. I imagined his cock spasming between my legs, his tip nestled snugly inside of me as I sucked and licked at his neck.

It was always best that I masturbated before going to Ethan’s apartment. It’d keep me from getting too worked up while I was with him, even though I knew I’d return home later that day with my panties damp from my want of him, nevertheless.

As usual, I’d stepped out of the shower to put on my makeup and do my hair. I had long, chestnut locks with copper highlights that really brought out my burnt jade eyes. The smattering of light-colored freckles across my cheeks and nose made me look so young, definitely not like the eighteen-year-old woman that I was. They appeared from my time spent in the sun swimming and even though I hated them once, I now considered them one of my best features. Why? Because Ethan would constantly compliment them, claiming it made me look innocently fuckable— Just another line thrown out there to catch me off guard.

My fingers traced over my chest while I examined my body further. I had a light dusting of freckles across my chest, too, just above the swells of my breasts. I tilted my head. They were heavy, yet firm, perky and capped with light-pink nipples the same color as my pussy lips. I wondered if Ethan would approve if he ever saw me naked. I suppose he’d been close every time I wore my swimsuit in the pool. My mind wandered again to thoughts of skinny dipping with him, kissing him wetly and deeply…I reached down and ran my hand over my mound, tracing the moisture lingering there.
 

“They’re only dreams, Jess,” I whispered to myself, cringing at the fact that despite this knowledge I still shaved prior to going over to his apartment.