Hollywood Lies (28 page)

I start to kiss her. I know these lips from kissing them in front of a camera, but there is a power surge in knowing this is just us in a room together. She wants me and I’m allowed to be with her in public if we so choose.

Her neck is beautiful, and I move my mouth to it. Liliana’s reactions are great. Her body sort of rolls, snake-like, toward me, then back. It’s creating the best kind of friction against my erection, but also the neediest kind of want.
 

I strip her of her shirt and sure enough, those titties are right in my face, playfully tempting me with their magnificence. They are smaller than I’m used to, but there is no doubt they should be chiseled into marble.

There is no time to waste because I know sex is going to happen, so I bring one breast to my mouth. Lili mewls and tightens her fingers in my hair to keep me there. I wait and draw out my actions, thinking she’ll make a move to progress us into wherever she wants this to go, but she doesn’t.

Despite a few movements, and positive reactions to what I’m doing, Lili doesn’t do much to let me know if she wants to go further or not. I assume she does, so I maneuver us into a position where she lays out beneath me. I kiss her and let my hands explore her body for a while, then sit back to pull her jeans off.
 

Her legs immediately come together in an act of shyness. Again, huge turn on. I can’t wipe the grin off my face because Lili looks up at me like I’m the coolest thing in the universe and my dick is so fucking happy it’s going to be inside her.
 

I pull off my shirt, then get rid of my pants. Sitting down naked at her feet, I rub her legs and hope she’ll relax a bit. Her lips are pressed together as she watches me. It’s not comfortable to be twisted around, so I get to my knees, but don’t have a lot of room, so I move her legs. She gasps, and I look up.

She seems okay, but Lili resists just a little when I try to open her legs, so I don’t push it. She isn’t saying no, but I guess she just isn’t ready. She isn’t warmed up enough and must not want to be that exposed, which is ridiculous, but whatever. I manage to get a hand between her thighs and start running my fingertips over the outside of her pussy. The skin is soft and sparsely haired. I want to see it, but can’t, so I put all of my effort into making her wet.

By the time my finger is surrounded by the heat of her lips, she is wet enough to be fucked. I don’t think it would be that much fun to do it right now, so I continue exploring her folds with nothing more than my fingers. “Baby, I need these open,” I say in a light tone.
How am I going to get her to come if she doesn’t part her legs?

Liliana sucks in a little breath and nods. Finally, I’m able to pull her knees a part just a little. “You’re beautiful,” I whisper when I see what she has been guarding.

I gently slide my middle finger inside of her and work her clit with my thumb. I get her worked up and try to move down to put my face where my hand is, but her legs tighten, and I get no farther than her mid-thigh. “You don’t want—”

“I just want you.” She sits up to grab my shoulders and pulls me over her.
 

My dick won’t let me think about much other than being in her, so I lay myself out on top of her and start kissing her neck.
 

Those little breasts feel great pressed against my chest, and her thighs finally drop open, letting my groin nuzzle hers. I wedge one hand down our bodies to position my cock at her entrance, but she puts a hand on my chest. It takes just about all the control I gather to keep from growling in frustration.
 

“Condom?” Lili asks as she twists down to the floor, her hips still pinned under mine. She plucks out a foil package from the pocket of her jeans. All of the sudden, I wonder if she always carries condoms in her pockets, and I realize it’s been a while since I had to wear one. Collette let me off that hook once we were exclusive.

But the close proximity of a pussy to my stiff cock keeps me from thinking much more about either though, so instead, I just open the package and roll the condom down my shaft. I go back to positioning.
 

It feels so good and tight sliding into her. She clutches my shoulders just as tightly as the walls of her vagina grip my dick. I think she moans, but to be honest, all I can hear is my own satisfied grunt when I’m in to the hilt.

She acts like she has never done this before, so I start off nice and slow, just a simple in and out motion, until I convince myself she can handle stronger thrusts. After that, I roll my hips a bit as I pull them back and push them forward. My hands are all over her tits, but hers are glue either on my ass or my shoulders. When I glance down at her face, I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain I’m causing her.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Lili’s only response is a nod.

After a while, I’m ready to come, and I’m not sure I can wait much longer for her to have an orgasm. “Is this good?” I whisper.

“So good.”

“Are you . . . are you close?”

“Uh-huh.” Again Lili nods, but she won’t open her eyes, so I can’t tell if it’s an honest answer or just something I want to hear.

She bites my shoulder, and I come with a deep, body-shaking shudder. Three quick jabs into her, and I collapse down.

Liliana runs soft fingers over my back and through my hair. For some reason, even after I recover, I’m reluctant to leave the safety of her arms, but I can’t lay on top of her forever, so I pull away.
 

I can’t look at her face as I throw the condom away and grab a cold beer from the small hotel refrigerator. She already has her panties and camisole on when I return to her. I pull on my boxer-briefs before flopping down next to her.
 

“Was that okay?” I look at the cheap piece of art on the wall, then take a long pull off the bottle.

“It was great.” Liliana snuggles up close to me, head on my chest, arm pressed against my abdomen.

I never had to ask with Cole. When she came, I knew it. “Really?”

“Yeah, why do you think—”

I shrug. “Don’t know. Just making sure.” After another swig of beer, I ask, “That wasn’t your first time or anything, right?”

Lili laughs like it’s the most ridiculous question in the world, but I’m not sure what else to think since she wasn’t aggressive at all during sex. “No. I’ve done it lots of times.” She pauses. “But you’re only the second guy I’ve done it with.”

Lili places little kisses that become little nibbles on my jaw. Her hand starts rubbing my chest, then goes down to my groin. Her motions are a bit too much.
 

My dick is really sensitive, but I don’t want to tell her to stop, so I don’t. I just drink my beer until the sensation numbs a bit. Then I get hard again and pull her into my lap and hope that our bodies will work together just a little better this time.

But after she puts another condom on me, she seems uncomfortable when she slides down onto my cock. After a few minutes of irregular rhythm, I stand up and position her on her hands and knees.
 

She makes some louder noises than before, and I can feel her pussy clamping down on me, so I’m pretty sure she comes before I do this time.

When we’re done, she lays on top of me and draws invisible pictures on my chest. “You’re so cool,” she whispers.
 

It makes me smile.

Chapter 12

Cole

I finish editing
Reflections
at seven in the evening. My eyes are blurry, and I wish I could call it a labor of love, but it’s really just become another obligation. I feel bad because I loved this script. I loved filming it. I loved everything about it, but now it just simply is. I cannot drum up enough energy to feel one way or another about it.

And it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow I’ll let someone else watch it, and if they think it’s all right, I’ll deliver it to the studio for their thoughts.

By eleven, I’m dressed and ready to go. I haven’t gone out since before I directed
Tortured Desires
. Even after Devon broke it off with me, I’ve stayed closed up inside. It’s been a tough four weeks since then trying to finish up this movie—a movie starring the guy who crushed my heart.

It’s all a bit dramatic, and while I’ve been trying to rise above it, it still hurts. It’s my fault though. I knew it would happen, and yet, I still went for him.

By midnight, I’m at a club. I’ve never been to this one before, but Zara says it would be good to be seen here. All the hot young celebrities want to be here, but that just makes me want to leave. It’s been a while since I went somewhere solely for the purpose of being seen. There was a time long ago when I felt like it was cool to see my picture in the magazines and on television, but I certainly don’t feel that way now.
 

All the Hollywood stars are probably all in the VIP section, and I can’t meet a suitable anonymous man from the velvet roped area at the top of the stairs, so I wander around down here. There is a hollow feeling in my chest, and I have to give myself a little pep talk to go up to the sexy guy with his forearms on the bar.

I’m Collette Stroud. People love me. People want me. That guy will want me. Of course, he’ll want me.

The hollow doesn’t go away. Not even when he gets into the SUV with me. Not even when I take him to the penthouse.
 

He has a nice face, the kind you see on television commercials. Through small talk that irritates me, I learn he’s a stage actor, looking for his big break. I’m sure as soon as I walked up to him in that club, he thought his big break was here.

He’ll fuck me because he thinks I can get him into a movie. He’ll let me fuck him because I’m the biggest thing around, and I chose him out of all the guys in the club. But really, he was the first man I saw not attached to another female. I wasn’t looking for a challenge; just an easy lay.

He tells me his name, which I promptly forget. I don’t give a shit. In an hour, I’ll send him on his way, unless he’s really good. Then I’ll have him make me come again.

I don’t want to look at his face. His hair is styled perfectly, and his teeth are too white. He probably spent years perfecting that smile so his dimples show each and every time. He has to be nearing his mid to late thirties. Probably already been married and divorced.

I take him to my place and after he puts on a condom, I face away from him and slide down onto his cock. It’s average sized, but I’ll make it work for me. I close my eyes and snake my body. He tries to grab my breasts, but settles for my waist.

I keep thinking about Devon. I knew it was going to happen. I’m not young and free like Liliana, and I knew the minute I read their signed contract, their pretend relationship would transform into a real thing. You can’t travel the world, isolated by the violent love of fans, without developing some kind of feelings for the only other person you’re with.

Plus, I saw their chemistry at the
Tortured Devotion
’s audition in what seems ages ago.

The guy holds my hips still, then slams up into me. It feels so good, but it’s an awkward position. I climb off him and wait on my hands and knees until he catches what I want from him. He drives into me hard and doesn’t stop until he comes. I had an orgasm, too, but it doesn’t leave me sated.

I fuck him one more time with the same results: a weak, meaningless orgasm. Then I send him on his way, ignoring his request for my number and the way he tries to bring me into his arms.

I don’t even care if he tells the media about tonight.

As the door shuts behind him, I have this overwhelming need for sleep, so I go to the bathroom and open the cabinet. For years I gave all of my necessary medicine to other people to administer. I was afraid of doing something stupid with them, like take them for fun, but then years passed and I trusted myself again. When Devon was around, I didn’t need them, but now I’m back to sleepless nights. Unlike before, though, the creativity in me has died. It seems I can’t write music or work on any side projects while my mind and body rebel against the healing force of slumber.

I pop two pills and start the shower. The hot water relaxes me, and my mind is blissfully numb. Wrapped in a towel, I strip the bed of the sheets and toss them to the floor. It feels like a cloud when I flop down and pull a small blanket up over my body.

And I sleep.