Lucky Star: A Hollywood Love Story

by Rebecca Norinne Caudill

  I took a beat to gather my senses. The bed I laid in was far more comfortable than my own, not to mention the fact that it was on the wrong side of the room. Also, my bedroom didn’t have that window taking up the entire right side of the wall. I trailed my eyes over the room while my mind caught up and I realized why everything was different. That’s when I remembered who I was sharing a bed with and my morning wood grew even thicker.

  I rolled my neck and dropped my eyes to the woman sleeping to my left. During the night, she’d kicked off the blanket, leaving only the bottom half of her body covered by the flat sheet. In the watery morning light, she lay on her stomach, arms wrapped loosely around her pillow. Her face was turned toward me in repose, affording me the rare moment to just take her in without making her feel self-conscious at my hungry assessment. I hadn’t had enough of these moments before when I’d been forced to steal glances of her lest my hungry eyes give my feelings away so I cherished them now.

  Sarah stirred and even though I didn’t want her to wake up and find me staring down at her like a major creeper, I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Memorizing her face felt as necessary as breathing. I wanted to remember always what she looked when she wasn’t weighed down by the weight of the world, the stress and unhappiness that until a couple of nights ago, had been my doing. As I trailed my eyes from the top of her fiery curls to her turquoise-tipped toes that peeked out from the bottom of the sheet, she shifted again and a breathy moan escaped her lips. It sounded so much like the moans she made when I ran my tongue over her sweet, honeyed clit that my cock twitched at the memory of the taste of her on my hungry lips.

  “You’re staring at me,” she murmured, eyes remaining closed.

  “You haven’t even opened your eyes. How’d you know?”

  “I could feel you staring at me.”

  I laughed. “Shit, I thought you wouldn’t know.”

  She rolled over and stretched her body. On a deep sigh, she remarked, “It’s okay. I would have done the same if our roles were reversed.”

  “What are your plans for today?”

  I would have liked nothing more than to stay cocooned in this room making love to her until neither of us could walk, but that didn’t seem like the most productive use of our day off.

  “I’ve been thinking, before all this”—I gestured between us— “we’d hang out all the time, just doing whatever. You’re my girl now, but I’ve never taken you on a proper date.” Her eyes twinkled. “So you tell me what you want to do today.”

  Sarah went from relaxed sleepyhead to kid-in-a-candy-store in two seconds flat. “Ooh, there’s a new exhibit at The Getty I’ve wanted to check out! Can we do that?” She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, punched some information into the browser, and tossed it my way.

  My brow furrowed, I scrolled through information about the exhibit. Honestly? I didn’t get the appeal, but then again, modern art was seriously not my thing. I could sit through lectures on Renaissance and Baroque painters if forced – I knew this because Sarah has forced me to – but there was just something about all these lines, squiggles, and blotches that made absolutely no sense to me. I know beauty was in the eye of the beholder and all that, but this stuff wasn’t even pretty. At least those Italians had transformed the way regular, everyday people saw the human form. This stuff though? Just messes on canvas as far as I could tell. And yet, when I darted my eyes back to Sarah to see if she was fucking with me, she looked so excited about the idea of us going to the exhibit that I didn’t have it in me to tell her I’d rather get my chest waxed. Which, incidentally, I’d once had done for an ad for some high end resort wear (which I actually wore very little of in the photo) and vowed right then and there that was never happening again.

  “Yeah, sure. That sounds great.” I pasted an exaggerated grimace-slash-smile on my face when I handed the phone back to her.

  “You’ll love it, I promise.” Laughter filler her eyes. She knew I wouldn’t love it, but she’d pretend otherwise for as long as necessary to convince me to go.

  “Sure I will.” I rolled my eyes. “But I love you, so let’s do this thing.”

  In one smooth movement, she sat up and crossed her legs in front of her. “I’ll tell you what. You spend the afternoon at the museum with me and I’ll take you to dinner to celebrate, anywhere you want.”

  Last year, one of the gaffers on a show I’d had a short-lived story arc on had turned me onto La Rosita, a tiny Mexican restaurant on Ventura Boulevard his cousin’s wife’s mother owned, and I’d been hooked on their tacos and Micheladas ever since. I rarely got a chance to stop in any more since my character had been killed off in a revenge murder plot and wasn’t on that side of town much otherwise. But since La Rosita was close to an exit off the 101 we’d take to get to and from The Getty, I knew immediately where I wanted to go.

  As it turned out, wandering The Getty hadn’t been a completely terrible way to pass the afternoon, and while I hadn’t loved the exhibit Sarah was thrilled to have seen, walking hand and hand through the courtyards and museum hallways had been a lovely experience. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to being able to touch her and hold her without making up some excuse as to why. It gave me a thrill to know from now on I could do this whenever and wherever I wanted. No more pretending or hiding my feelings from the world. If the happy smiles she tossed my way throughout the day were any indication, she felt exactly the same.

  I know she’d expected to go somewhere fancy or upscale, but she didn’t complain when I dragged her to the hole in the wall Mexican joint to eat off soggy paper plates while sharing a table with ten of our closest non-friends. In fact, she let out a few moans of delight once she’d gotten a taste of Rosita’s el pastor super burrito, which was when I’d had to throw a few “don’t even think about it” death glares to our tablemates. Focused entirely on her food, she remained oblivious to their furtive, heated stares, but I hadn’t. When a guy, any guy, spied a beautiful woman moaning like that while her lips were wrapped around something long and thick, his mind went to one place and one place only. When she moaned again, I flipped our plates and told her I wanted to switch meals, something we often did so it didn’t look suspicious. Once she was happily devouring my carne asada tacos and I was inhaling her burrito, the men kept their eyes trained on their own meals.

  By the time we pulled into her driveway, I realized the day hadn’t been too different from all the other times we’d hung out, which was a huge relief. Sarah had exposed me to art – her field of expertise – and I’d introduced her to the best damn tacos in L.A. All told, it had been an excellent first date.

  Some guys might have taken their very hot new girlfriends somewhere fancy or expensive, but that just wasn’t who I was. It wasn’t who Sarah was either, which was what made us so perfect for each other. Give me the choice of eating someplace off the beaten path where the owner-slash-chef recognizes you the moment you walked through the door – not because of whatever TV show or movie you were in, but because you were a valued, loyal customer – or a night spent rubbing elbows at a glamorous Hollywood hot spot, seeing and being seen, and I’d choose the “no muss, no fuss” place every single time.

  That I didn’t ever try to work the room or play the game made me an anomaly in this industry, but so much of my life was spent being somebody else that I guarded my personal time jealously. Once my first two years out here had passed and the shine of Tinsel Town had worn off, I’d made a concerted effort to do the things I actually enjoyed versus those which I was supposed to do to build my profile. Some would argue this approach had negatively impacted my career, but since I’d just landed the most sought after role in the biggest movie of the year, I’d kindly tell them to fuck right off.

  ***

  We’d fallen asleep, naked and sweaty, and when I woke up I wasn’t sure how long we’d been out but it had to have been a few hours. Sarah’s side of the bed was in deep shadow, while a shaft of light from a street lamp outside cut through the
window to illuminate mine. The light must have been what woke me: I’d forgotten to close the blinds before passing out.

  Wordlessly, Sarah scooted across the open expanse of the bed and settled down alongside me, her arm resting across my torso and her head over my heart. Neither of us spoke for a handful of seconds, our breathing the only sound in the room. I closed my eyes and fell into a semi-conscious state where I wasn’t quite asleep, but not exactly awake either.

  In my mind I relived all of the wonderful things I’d done to her just a few hours earlier, the way her body had felt in my hands. The pure, profound love I felt for her. I couldn’t imagine it got any better than that. It had been both passionate and tender and we’d both given as good as we got. I’d always wondered how it would be between us and now I knew it was explosive. I was gasoline and she was the match.

  My eyes still closed, Sarah leaned over me and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on my lips before moving away to plant a series of kisses and bites along the rest of my exposed skin. She started at my ear, sucking the lobe into her hot, wet mouth and then clasped it between her teeth and tugged. I felt that tug in other parts of my body as well. I’d never been into biting before, but with Sarah it turned me the fuck on. That first time she’d sank her teeth into me had shocked me, but immediately she’d soothed the ache with flicks of her tongue and I’d been done for. Now I looked forward to feeling the sting of her teeth on my flesh.

  I rolled on top of her and held her arms above her head, my hands wrapped around her delicate wrists like a vice. When her eyes went wide, I wondered if she’d like it if I tied her up. Again, something I’d never been into before, but for her, I’d do it and happily. I smiled wolfishly down at her and kissed my way down her jaw, past the slope of her neck to the soft, curving flesh of her plump, rose-tipped breasts. When I captured a nipple between my teeth and bit down, she moaned and closed her eyes. Moving to its partner, I licked and lathed and Sarah’s eyes locked on mine. I pulled her nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard, sending a jolt through her body that made her cry out and arch her back in response.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, her body trembling all over. “I can’t go again,” she said as I continued exploring her body with my mouth. “I’m spent. How can you still want more?” I pressed my hard cock against her, showing her just easily I could go again.

  “You’re a fiend,” she said on a laugh.

  “Only for you.” I captured her lips again for a long, drugging kiss that had her whimpering below me before I moved back to feast on her nipples, my tongue swirling around and around those aching, swollen tips.

  Her head fell back onto the pillow and she ceding her body to my desire.

  “Lay still. Let me love you.”

  “You already did,” she reminded me. “And quite thoroughly too.”

  “Then let me do it again to make up for lost time.”

  The reminder of the time we’d wasted not telling each other how we really felt would likely remain a sore point between us for quite some time. The wry twist of her lips before she relaxed her face told me she’d thought the same thing. Briefly, I wondered if she was also thinking about how I’d unwittingly kept us apart and hoped that wasn’t the case. If she could only trust me not to break her heart again, we could be so happy.

  I was profoundly sorry for what had happened – how I’d handled the entire situation from start to finish – but apologies alone would never heal those wounds. I’d have show her – not with words but with my deeds – that the past month had only been a blip in what I hoped would be a long, wonderful life together.

  I worshipped her breasts like the blessed gifts they were – nipped and laved and sucked and nuzzled – and eventually Sarah’s body eased back into a state of aroused anticipation. Kneading, stroking, and suckling each of her perfect tits in a steady onslaught meant to reduce her to a pool of want and need, I stopped thinking about what I could have done differently, and focused my energy on the warm, willing body beneath me now and all the dirty, hot, sexy things I wanted to do to it.

  Only once Sarah began panting and her skin glistened with the sheen of her desire did I move on. I loved how perfectly responsive to my touch her tits were and wondered if I could make her come without touching her anywhere else. Given the current state of her desire, I thought it entirely possible. I’d have to give it a thorough effort sometime in the future. Not now though. Right now I wanted my dick inside of her.

  Licking and kissing my way back up her chest, I traced my tongue over the seam of her lips and when she parted them on a sigh, I captured her mouth in a kiss meant to convey everything I felt for her with only our mouths.

  I breathed out her name on a reverential sigh and dragged the tips of my fingers lightly down her face. “I want you so much, more than you can ever know.”

  Her eyes flicked between mine, questioning, and when I silently begged her to let me love her the way I needed to, she nodded, gave me permission to sink inside her warmth. With a look of devotion in my eyes and so much love in my heart, I guided my thick, heavy cock inch by incredible inch into and back out of the warm, honeyed cleft between her legs. I took my time making love to her as each slow and measured thrust of my cock entered her in time with my heartbeat.

  Thump, thump, thump.

  Our eyes never wavered. I wanted to tell her with my soul, if not with words, what she meant to me, how much I loved her. How no amount of fame or fortune could ever complete me the way she did. How I never wanted to her her go and that I would die a happy man if only she never left my side. How I wanted to be inside of her forever. I said none of that though. Instead I let my body say it all.

  After several long moments, the pace of my strokes increased and Sarah thrashed beneath me. Her hips rose and met each of my driving thrusts as our bodies thundered against each other, a give and take, gasoline and flame. Hot breaths tore from her lungs in punctuated gasps that told me she was close to coming. As I rocked inside her, over and over, she writhed with need and I waited for her orgasm to come, for her to shatter in my arms.

  When she cried out below me, a soft mewling sound of content, a fiery crescendo swept over my body – straight from my balls, up my spine, and out my mouth in a groan of ecstasy. My body stretched taut and my neck, corded with muscle, strained as I thrust one last time. I shuddered and convulsed and in that moment of abandon, Sarah joined me, her pussy clenching tight around me, as pulsating waves of pleasure rocked me to my core.

  The most exquisite orgasm of my life left me feeling boneless. We lay connected for several long moments and Sarah dozed off again, exhausted from our lovemaking. Just before sleep claimed her, I canted up on my elbows and kissed the tip of her nose. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared back at me. I’d swear I knew her eyes better even than I knew my own. As my gaze greedily took her in, I couldn’t remember having ever been this happy. I kissed her again, a soft, lazy mating of our lips, and when I pulled back tears shimmered in those lovely green orbs.

  “What?” I whispered, afraid to break the spell of our lovemaking.

  “It’s too much. I don’t know how to process it.”

  I knew exactly what she meant. The things I felt for her were more than I knew how to handle. “I know, me too.”

  My gaze wandered lovingly over her face before making its way back to her eyes and holding them. Her stare bore into me and it felt like she could read my soul. Eventually she blinked on a happy exhalation, breaking the connection.

  “You’ll never know how much you mean to me.” Her words fluttered between us as a whisper soft caress.

  Her eyes closed, I took my fill of her lovely face – auburn brows slashing across her alabaster forehead, her little sprite’s nose, a smattering of adorable freckles, soft, full lips meant for kissing, a defiant chin. Each part of her was perfectly unique, but she was the sum of these parts and simply put, she was the loveliest creature I’d ever seen. But it wasn’t just her looks. Beneath those tits I loved so mu
ch, beat a heart of gold. A heart I wanted to be mine forever.

  She must have sensed I’d been staring for too long because she slanted one eye open. “What?” she asked, using her forearms to lever herself up to kiss me, a playful joining of our lips a contrast to the passion of our previous one.

  Damn it, but I wanted her again, so fucking bad, so I took control of the kiss and gently sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, suckling it. She moaned and her body shuddered when I released her lip on a pop. I parted her mouth with my tongue and feasted on her until she collapsed back onto the bed, her arms going out from under her. My cock, still sheathed inside her, twitch once, then twice, and that infinitesimal movement sent spasms of pleasure coursing through her body. Eventually, I slowed our kiss and eased my lips away from her mouth. She mewled in despair.

  “Hush,” I admonished, and a lazy, satiated grin split her face.

  “The last time you said that, you did evil, wonderful things to me. Things that have left me a boneless pile of nothingness. I don’t know if I can go again.”

  I ground my pelvis against her, my erection buried deep inside of her. I moved against her, the friction of her swollen, slippery softness an exquisite form of torture. Even though she claimed to be too tired for anything more, I knew if I kept the slow, steady movement up I could have her coming apart again in mere seconds.

  Sarah shook her head back and forth, and laughingly begged me to stop, to spare her. Her words told me she’d had enough, while the slick wetness of her excitement as she raised her hips to meet mine said otherwise.

  “Yes?” I asked, the tip of my cock poised at her entrance, teasing her. I took it in hand, and rubbed it against her clit and she trembled. “Tell me you want my cock deep inside of you.”

  Her eyes twinkled up at me. “I dunno.” She bit her lip and played the coquette while I caressed her with my dick.