Mr. Hollywood

by Tracy Tegan

  Grayson opened his mouth, clearly about to try and defend himself.

  “Please, just let me finish.”

  Grayson sat back and let me continue.

  "I never assumed you were a monk before you met me. I get that you had girlfriends and apparently quite a few of them. The problem is, well… I haven't."

  “You haven’t had any girlfriends?” Grayson teased.

  "No, my little smart ass, I haven't had any girlfriends either. Well, okay I've had boyfriends, a few of them over the years, but nothing ever too serious. I've never …"

  "Alison, are you trying to tell me that you've never had sex before, like ever?"

  I shook my head no. “But you’ve done other things, right?”

  My face turned bright red, and I whipped my head around to make sure the divider was up. I didn't want to share my sex life or lack thereof with the limo driver.

  “Don’t worry,” Grayson soothed. “He can’t hear us. The divider also works as a sound barrier.”

  Grayson tugged me closer to him and before I knew it, I was sitting on his lap.

  “Your lack of experience isn’t a bad thing.”

  “You may say that now, but I’m sure you’ll get bored of me rather quickly.”

  “Are you kidding me Alison? There is no way in hell I could ever get bored of you, in bed or out.”

  “You don’t know that Grayson.”

  “I do know that. Your kisses are hotter than any full blown sexual experiences I’ve had. Your touch sets my whole body on fire Alison. Do you not realize what you do to me?”

  He didn’t give me a chance to answer before his lips came crashing down on mine. He took control of me like he owned me. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a possession that I felt to my very soul.

  Without breaking our kiss, I turned my body so that I was straddling him and when I did, his hips surged forward for a torturous tease. I tore away from him, for just a moment but with a desperate cry of need, I leaned in for another kiss. I didn't want this to stop. Not anymore. He rocked forward again, and I felt every inch of him.

  Fear splintered through me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t give him the last thing I had to give. There would be no coming back from that.

  “I can’t. I can’t do this Grayson,” I said frantically.

  Even though the words left my lips, something inside of me was telling me I could -- More than I could, that I had to.

  I ran my fingers through his hair as he feathered kisses along my jawline. I pulled at his bottom lip with my teeth, and he groaned.

  “Alison …”

  My eyes locked on his at the raspy sound of his voice. There was something hard and resolute in his expression.

  Dear God, the man was good-looking. I could smell his skin, all clean and masculine. I wanted to open my mouth and just breathe in the air around us.

  The last of my resolve threatened to slip out of reach as I felt the bulge in his pants pressing against my core.

  He didn’t move a muscle. He just continued staring at me. The air was thick with tension. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I wasn’t going to back down from this, whatever this was. Then again, even if I wanted to. I don't think I could have. My heart was racing, and blood was pumping furiously through my body.

  Suddenly, he took my face in his hands, his fingers weaving through my hair and his tongue pushing into my mouth. My whole body felt like it would combust as I found myself melting into him.

  He let out a tortured groan as his tongue plunged more deeply into my mouth. I moaned as well, as my tongue danced with his. Finally, we broke apart, each of us gasping for air.

  His lips returned to mine, and his tongue worked its way in and out of my mouth. It was like he was starving for me and I loved it. I wanted the kiss to go on and on. I never wanted it to end.

  Suddenly, he pulled away from me again, breathing harshly, looking slightly dazed. I could feel his erection pushing hard against me, and it took everything I had not to grind against it.

  “We can’t do this. Not here, not like this,” Grayson said tenderly.

  I understood what he was saying; I really did, but before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and kissed him. My mouth was devouring his and I found myself grinding against his cock.

  Grayson stroked me wherever his hand could feel flesh, my arm, my neck, my outer thigh. I sat up straight, adding leverage as I ground myself against his erection again. A gasp of need left my throat at the pure and sensual pleasure that raged from the action.

  Tightening my legs around his, I lifted closer to the erection throbbing beneath his pants, and I dug my nails into his arms as my core rubbed against it. He was so hard and so ready for me.

  “Not yet,” he growled as he tried to extricate me from his lap but I wasn’t having any of it. I never felt this way before. The pressure that was building between my legs was unexplainable and seemed to have taken control of me.

  I writhed in his hold as he placed kisses down my neck, sending vicious pleasure hurling through my body. Then he pushed his hips upward and with just that touch, I ceased to be myself, instead becoming a mass of need wrapped around him, open to him, his to exploit and possess.

  I could no longer hear anything but my thundering heart and our panting breath as he raised me up and down on his lap. He had me riding his erection through our clothes, sending never to be forgotten ecstasy corkscrewing through my every nerve ending.

  The flowing throb between my legs escalated into pounding until finally I cried out with a need I never knew existed. In one swift move, he held me tightly in one arm, while the other came down between my legs. He pushed my panties aside, and his fingers invaded me.

  I was barely able to breathe and definitely unable to protest.

  “Are you mine?” He asked. His voice was strangled, the need to own me evident.

  “Oh God yes, Grayson, yes.”

  He held me still as he pressed his fingers further inside of me.

  My back arched as burning pleasure tore through me. It was like a jagged lightning bolt of hot sensations racing through my body.

  "There, baby," he murmured as he stimulated my clit, working every nerve ending with an insidious caress. I thought I would go insane from the pleasure. Then my pussy tightened around his fingers, and finally, I had my sweet release.

  I collapsed in his arms as he gently rocked me back and forth, holding me tightly.

  “I love you,” he whispered into my hair. I didn’t think it was possible to drink deeper from the well of passion I’d just drowned in. But there it was, his declaration of love.

  What in the hell had I just done?

  Chapter Eleven

  When we got inside my apartment, I was nervous. Did he want to continue what we had started in the car? A glance down at the huge bulge in his pants answered that question for me. Of course, he did. Was I ready? I mean sure we had gotten intimate in the back of the limo, but we didn't go all the way. Could I do that? Was I ready?

  As he closed the distance between us and pressed his massive body against mine, I knew my answer. Yes, I was ready. Yes, I could do this.

  I leaned in to kiss him passionately as my hand worked its way down to rub his erection through his jeans. He grabbed my hand to stop me. “Slow down baby. I don’t even know … I have to check my wallet to see if I even have a condom. It’s been awhile.”

  I didn’t let his words deter me. I licked his lips and then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’m on the pill.”

  Without saying another word, I turned around and started walking towards my bedroom. Once I had gotten a few steps away, I noticed he wasn't following me so I turned around and crooked my finger at him, indicating that he should follow me. He did just that.

  When we got in the bedroom, he seemed fixated on the buttons of my sundress. Both of his large hands curled in the fabric of my dress as he tried to coax it up over my head. I stopped him just long enough to unfasten some of the buttons to m
ake it easier.

  Next, he undid my bra and let it fall to the floor. It wasn't as scary as I thought standing before him in just my panties. He ran a hand over my body, slowly as if he had to touch every inch of my skin. His fingertips explored my stomach, my arms, almost as if he was making a map of my body.

  Then he sought my mouth again. His tongue teased my lips to part for him. My head began to swim, but he didn't allow me to break apart from him. That changed however when I wiggled closer to him, and his erection rubbed against me.

  He grabbed my arms to steady me. “Don’t do that,” he said. It was barely words, more of a growl really. “I’m scarcely holding on to my control here and that isn’t helping.”

  And that was it. I just snapped. Something about what he said pushed me over the edge. I think I wanted him to lose control with me. I wanted him to go all caveman on me, throw me down and have his way with me.

  I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, indicating I wanted it gone. He pulled it over his head and then I began working on the zipper of his jeans. Before long they were gone too as were his boxer briefs.

  There he stood before me completely naked, looking like an Adonis. I wanted him. I needed him. He scraped his teeth against the skin of my neck. He was going slow, too damn slow. It was driving me insane. One of his hands eased from my hip to skate across my stomach and then his thumb worked its way just inside the edge of my panties.

  “So many places to touch you,” he said softly.

  I pushed my body closer to his and ground my hips hard against his erection. That made him groan, and something wild filled his eyes. His fingers closed around the waistband of my panties and jerked, rough enough to rock my body as the fabric tore. He threw them onto the ground and pushed me back on the bed.

  His body was hard against mine. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him inside of me. I put my hands up to cup his face and pulled him down for a kiss, when I did I thrust my hips forward to grind against him.

  Pulling back, he just looked at me. Those baby blue eyes of his seemed darker now, hungry. "I've imagined you under me since the first day I met you," he growled.

  He rocked his hips forward and the full length of his erection ground against me. “That’s all for you.”

  I bit my lip and held back a whimper. The way he stared at me made my heart race.

  I reached down and closed my hand around his length. He groaned when I tightened my hand and stroked his cock.

  After a moment, he put his hand on top of mine, and his grip closed around my fingers, stilling my movements. I pulled my hand away, and he skillfully guided the head of his cock to my opening.

  He started to press into me slowly. "Christ, you are so tight."

  His hips began and unhurried roll, working his cock inside of me, deeper with every advance. It was perfect. He knew exactly what to do and when to start stroking inside of me a little faster and a little harder.

  He started making low, hungry noises with every thrust. Then his big arms wrapped around me, lifting me up and he kept me still, utterly immobilized as he ground into me with another rumbling growl. I couldn’t move. All I could do was give myself over to him as he possessed me.

  After a moment, he gently laid me back on the bed and surged forward, this time, the depth of his thrust stole my breath away. I had no idea sex could be like this. Why did I wait all those years? Sex was amazing.

  Suddenly, a pressure started to build from my core. It was like before, in the back of the car, only more powerful. I was acutely aware of the large vein on his shaft pressing up against my clit, stimulating it in a way that was making me feel strange all over. It wasn't strange as in bad; it was just different than before, more powerful, more all-consuming.

  I began to rock my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. I wanted more. I wanted him to go harder, faster. I wanted him to be rougher with me.

  I put my hands in his hair and tugged at it. “More,” I moaned. “Please Grayson, more.”

  The pressure continued to build until finally my entire world exploded, hurling me into a million different directions. It was unlike anything I had felt before. There were no words to describe the sensations working their way through my body at that moment.

  As I began to come back down to reality I felt Grayson’s cock twitch inside of me and if possible, I swear it grew even larger. His breathing was erratic and I felt the moment he lost control and began to slam inside of me harder than before, until finally he snarled his release and I felt him shoot his seed inside of me.

  It was the most unbelievable experience of my entire life. Sex wasn’t about giving and receiving. Sex was about two people becoming one.

  Eventually he rolled off of me and pulled me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest and just listened to the beat of his heart. Something about that moved me in a way that I couldn’t quite explain. It was intimate, it was making me feel things that I had never felt before. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed with emotions and I began to cry.

  "Oh baby, no. Did I hurt you?" Grayson asked as he sat up on the bed, pulling me into his arms in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry. I lost control. I'm such a …"

  "No, you didn't hurt me. That was incredible. More than I ever imagined it would be."

  “Then why are you crying?”

  “I’m just being a girl, silly. You know, we cry for no reason.”

  He exhaled loudly and then pulled me into his lap and rocked me back and forth, while he played with my hair. It soothed me and before long I fell asleep in his arms.

  When I woke up, he was still holding me, rocking me back and forth like I was a child. I know I should have felt silly but I liked it. It made me feel safe and secure. I liked being in his big strong arms.

  Realizing I was awake, he kissed my forehead. “Hey there, sleepyhead.”

  “How long was I out?”

  “Not long. Maybe an hour or so.”

  “Are you serious? You sat here holding me that whole time?”

  “Of course,” he said as if it was crazy I’d asked such a silly question.

  “Here, put me down,” I insisted. “Your poor arms must be tired.”

  He laughed but did as I asked and sat me down on the bed next to him.

  “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

  "I'm more than okay Grayson; I feel unbelievable."

  He smiled down at me. “I really am sorry I got so rough with you earlier. I didn’t mean to.”

  “Don’t be. I loved it,” I said as I got up and positioned myself on his lap. When I did, I felt his cock twitch. “In fact, I liked it a lot.”

  I ground my hips into his.

  He groaned and I felt him getting hard again, his erection starting to push up between my legs. Skin to skin contact wasn’t something I was used to. I enjoyed the feel of his hot flesh against mine.

  “I like this,” I said in a low voice as I ran my fingertips down his chest. He jerked under my touch.

  I leaned in and lightly swept my tongue up and down his neck, tasting the salty beads of sweat on his skin.

  “Alison,” he groaned. It sounded like he was gritting my name out between his teeth.

  “You are going to be sore. We need to go slow and get you used to ….”

  I cut his words off with a kiss. I could feel his hardness between my legs and it caused a throbbing heat to pulse through my body. I wanted him. I needed him. I had to have him inside of me again.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next morning, I woke up in Grayson’s arms and smiled. I couldn’t believe we were finally back together. Grayson held me tightly and for the first time, since my father left, I felt safe, truly safe.

  “Good morning,” he said in his charming morning voice, all rough and groggy. “How are you feeling?”

  “Beyond wonderful.”

  I was a little sore, he was right about that, but I wasn’t about to admit that to him.

  He got out of be
d, picked me up and took me to the bathroom. I’d never taken a shower with a guy before. I don’t know why the thought of it embarrassed me so much considering how many times we had had sex the night before, but it did.

  Once we got in the bathtub, he lathered up some soap and started washing my body. I was quite sure that was about to lead to another round of hot sex but instead he surprised me by just looking down at me and smiling. He looked as if he was lost in thought.

  “What’s that look for?” I asked.

  “I want you to come home with me for a few days. Would you consider it?”

  “Sure,” I said without giving it a second thought. I hadn’t seen his house before and wondered what it was like. “We’ll spend the weekend at your place.”

  “No, I mean I want to take you home to meet my family in Oklahoma.”

  Okay, well, that I wasn’t expecting.

  I smiled up at him. “Sure. When do you want to go?”

  "I can have the jet ready in an hour, but we'll have to stop at my house first and pick me up some clothes."

  “Does it have to be so soon?”

  He looked down at me in confusion.

  “I mean, can it be say, two hours from now instead of one?” He smiled as I continued. “As much as I want to go and meet your family, I have something else in mind first.”

  I slid down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He put his hand against the wall for leverage as he moaned in delight.

  After what turned out to be an exceptionally long shower, I rushed to pack some suitable clothes to go and meet Grayson’s family back in Oklahoma.

  We could only stay for two days because he had several important meetings already scheduled for the next week but that was more than fine with me. I didn’t want a long trip with people I didn’t know. Plus, what if they hated me for some crazy reason? If the trip was only two days I could get through that, even if they were mean to me.

  When we got to his house in Malibu, I was blown away. I had seen pictures of mansions before but this was something else. It was a three story Tuscany style home that sat on ten-acres. The house had eight bedrooms with eleven bathrooms. Of course there was also a swimming pool, spa, tennis court and private gym. As if that wasn't enough there was also a small house out back for the staff to live in, and a guest house that was over 1,800 square feet itself.