Hollywood Heat
Page 4
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my chest heaving. I was so intensely turned on it hurt; why did he stop?
“Close your eyes,” he murmured.
I did.
I felt something smooth wrap around my eyes and realized it was a linen napkin from the table, knotted behind my head. Instantly the excitement intensified; what was he planning to do to me? His hands moved to my waist; I could feel them unbuttoning my slacks, and I raised my hips, allowing him to slide them down my legs.
My breathing was rapid, the anticipation delicious. Leaning back against the table, my body was on display and at his disposal. My heart began pounding in my chest as I waited for him to begin.
When I felt the first fluttery touch against my neck, I gasped and flinched.
“Shhh…” he calmed me. “Just relax and breathe. Enjoy it.”
“What is that?” I asked, tilting my head farther back to give him access. It felt strange, but good.
“A feather,” he murmured; I remembered seeing several on the brims of hats upon the table. Again he ran it over my neck. The surprise had passed, but the pleasure remained. It was exquisite.
The feather ran down the middle of my chest to my navel, then back up again; I arched my back, moaning as it travelled over my body. “So good,” I breathed between gasps for air.
Then it moved lower, to my inner thighs. He swept it back and forth in a V-formation, brushing against my panties, against the center of my need. I was aching painfully now, desperate for him.
“Archer…” I moaned, rolling my hips in circles. The blindfold gave me heightened senses—the touch of the feather sending intense jolts of pleasure directly inside me.
But that was nothing compared to the way I cried out when I felt the tip of the feather flutter over my nipples. It was nearly unbearable, the sensation so intense I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.
“Archer! Please!” I gasped, writhing. The torment didn’t end; if anything, he increased the speed and pressure with which he stroked me.
“Please what?” he murmured as he worked on me.
“Please! You’re killing me!”
I heard him chuckle, and the delicious torture ended. I was left whimpering and moaning, my senses enflamed. I was at a plateau, ready to jump at his slightest command over the edge into total bliss.
I felt it as he pulled down my panties, then grasped me by the hips to pull me forward. I felt it as he spread my thighs, completely exposing me to him. I couldn’t imagine protesting even if I’d wanted to; I was overwhelmed, and under his power.
I hissed through clenched teeth when the feather began fluttering between my legs. My head fell back, my mouth in an O as I moaned again and again. I’d never felt anything like this before, this intense, inexplicable stimulation. The touch was so light it almost wasn’t there. It set my nerves on fire; like a ghost’s touch, but driving pleasure through my body that was all too earthly. My breathing got steadily faster and faster, until the inferno overtook me.
My back arched, my muscles tightening, and then I was climaxing in wonder from the feather alone, screaming and calling Archer’s name as the waves washed over me. I’d been so extremely aroused, and the strength of my release was equal to it. I was utterly lost in bliss.
“Wow…” I croaked, my throat dry. “That was incredible.”
From the way he groaned, we weren’t finished yet. If he was half as excited as he’d made me, I knew he was yearning for release now too.
He helped me stand, then removed the temporary blindfold; as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I wrapped my arms around him and found his mouth with my own. I kissed him as deeply as I could, my arms around his neck. His hard member was a bulge against my hip and I knew I was right; he was aching for satisfaction.
He looked at me with lust in his eyes as the kiss broke. And I knew right there and then I would do anything for him, with him, as long as that dark need behind his lashes remained.
Still, I gasped with surprise when he spun me, bending me over the table, props and plates crashing to the floor. Moments later, I heard his belt fall, and I could feel him at my entrance. I was still wet from the pleasure of before, and he slipped inside me smoothly; we both cried out at the first thrust.
It wasn’t that I’d forgotten how big he was. That, I remembered with pleasure. Like his kindness did to my soul, so his length did to me; filling me completely, giving me joy unrivalled. No, it was the intensity of emotion that I’d forgotten—that instant connection that joined us at the hips and the heart. How could I have ever even thought that I would be able to betray him? How had I ever doubted that we’d find a way through this, if only we worked together?
He pulled back, hands gripping my hips, then thrust in again. A ridge of electricity followed the motion—his length inside me like a ship, pushing waves of pleasure in its wake. The ship went deep, and then it surfaced, and then it slid once more into my eager, waiting depths.
He began to get faster, his hands tightening as my fists gripped the tablecloth. He drove me forward, again and again. The joy of feeling him filling me the way he did, hearing his grunts and moans, knowing that he took as much delight in my body as I took in his—it went beyond physical pleasure, deepening the fire in my center, stoking it until it grew and grew until it might consume us both.
There were cries coming from my mouth now. Cries that I hadn’t been conscious of making, mingling with his own noises until sound filled the room. He sped up, his thrusts stronger and harder. I was being pounded into the table, cutlery flying everywhere, and I was loving it because his enthusiasm said he was as close to climax as I was.
When it hit me I screamed, my entire body filling with tension before it released, all at once. He followed, his thrusts frenzied as he cried out, his voice joining mine as his arms wrapped around me on the table.
Just as the first time, we were left panting and sweaty and glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking. Only this time I didn’t feel guilty or anxious. Instead, I felt certainty.
Certainty that I was head-over-heels in love with him. He stimulated me physically and emotionally, and even in my inexperience I knew how rare that was. He was the man of any woman’s dreams, and he wanted me. Me! There was no way I could let him go now.
And suddenly, I was certain about something else now, too. Certain that I couldn’t possibly give Janus that tape—because they needed to pay.
“Archer?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s fight this. Let’s take Janus down, together.”
Epilogue
I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. If they’d flown into my room and helped me with my grooming, a la Cinderella, I wouldn’t have been surprised. My life felt like a fairytale, thanks to Archer.
There was something about him, I mused as I began collecting my clothes for the day, that gave me strength. He’d managed to convince me that it was possible to beat Janus; together, we’d find a way.
After the Mad Hatter’s Sex Party, we’d climbed to the roof again—Archer’s special spot, now my favorite too. We’d sat there, legs dangling, and talked for hours. It felt so good to come clean, finally. I wasn’t facing this alone anymore. I felt lighter than I had in ages, though the tape still weighed heavily in my purse.
We’d only left when I’d remembered my dinner date with Mom. She hadn’t complained when I was late; one look at the stupid glow spread across my face had been explanation enough.
I was so happy I hugged myself. That is until I walked downstairs and got the morning paper. My footsteps faltered then. I blinked, and re-read the headline again.
The goofy grin left my face, and then the tears began to come. Ten words. Ten little words that had just destroyed everything Archer and I had accomplished.
DIRECTOR CAUGHT IN FILM SET SEX TAPE WITH MYSTERY WOMAN.
Ten words about to ruin my life.
. . . . .
The story cont
inues in Book 3: Hollywood Hype, which is available on Amazon.
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