Mr. Hollywood (11 page)

"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?

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 make 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.

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 bed, 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.

“Seriously Grayson, why the hell do you need a house this big?”

“Real estate is a good investment,” he said casually.

I rolled my eyes.

"The truth is, my agent made me get it. ‘To be a star, you have to live like a star,' he kept insisting so eventually, I caved and bought the biggest house I could find that was available that day. I didn't even look at it before I bought it."

I gave him an incredulous look.

“I didn’t care,” Grayson said. “I just didn’t want to hear him going on about it anymore. I was more than happy with my little townhouse in Van Nuys.”

“So you bought a fancy mansion, sight unseen, just to shut your agent up? Seriously?”

Grayson just shrugged.

All I could do was shake my head. I couldn't afford to live in a single room in this house, and he acted like it was no big deal, just another day in la-la land. And I guess for him, it was.

"It's fifteen thousand square feet of pure luxury that I couldn't give two shits about. But sometimes, you have to do stupid shit you don't want to do to advance your career. This was one of them."

I guess he was right. People expected big stars to live in big houses.

“It really is a nice place. Big, but nice nonetheless. Why don’t you like it?”

“It’s a house, not a home.”

"One day, when you meet the right girl, settle down and have a bazillion kids, you'll be glad for all this space," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“I already met the right girl. Now let’s get started on making those bazillion kids.”

He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom and unceremoniously dumped me on his bed.

"Your driver is outside waiting for us. Your plane is on the runway already waiting for our arrival, and you still haven't even packed."

He looked down at me with an adorable pout on his face. “You’re right. I’ll behave right now, but later …”

He raised an eyebrow, and I couldn't help but giggle.

He pulled out a big suitcase and put it on the bed as he started gathering some clothes to wear. As he handed them to me, I folded them up neatly and put them inside the suitcase for him. In no time, we were done and raced off to the airport.

“Miss Crawford, it’s so wonderful to see you again,” the flight attendant said as we stepped onto his private jet.

"Thank you, it's good to see you too," I replied as I took my seat.

It took us several hours to get to Oklahoma, during which time I mostly napped and Grayson read a script for an upcoming movie he was working on.

By the time I woke up from my nap, we were just landing at the Tulsa airport. We didn't have a driver waiting there for us. This time, he rented an SUV and drove ourselves to his parent's house. We almost seemed like a normal couple. A normal couple that is, who just flew in on a multi-million-dollar private jet after leaving his huge Malibu mansion. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself about that.

“What’s so funny?” Grayson asked.

“Nothing. I’m just being silly. So tell me about your family.”

"Not really much to know. My parents have lived in Oklahoma their whole lives. They have several acres out in the country, just outside of Tulsa. It's a small town called Fair Oaks. My father just retired, he was a master electrician, and my mother taught piano part-time to the local children."

His family sounded perfect, so idyllic. I felt a pang of jealousy surge through me. My home life couldn't have been more opposite. My father left when my sister and I were young. My mother worked two jobs to support us and in her spare time, she drank wine and quite a bit of it. We never had money, not even when my sister and I got old enough to get our own part-time jobs. There was always something that came up. If it wasn't a broken water heater, it was a medical bill or a blown gasket in the one piece of shit car our family had.

"My brother, I already told you about. He went to the University of Oklahoma and after graduating law school he got a job at a firm in Tulsa. I tried to get him to move to LA and practice law there, but he wouldn't hear of it. He loves Oklahoma."

“Where you and your brother close growing up?”

“Thick as thieves.”

“And probably just as much trouble,” I teased.

“Yeah probably. He was my best friend.”

After about an hour, we pulled up to a perfect little country home with a beautiful flower garden in the front yard. His mother came out on the porch to greet us while drying her hands on her apron. Of course, she would have an apron on. She was probably in the kitchen baking cookies or pies before we showed up.

“Come here you,” his mother said as she pulled him in for a big hug and then started crying. “I missed you so much. Here, let me look at you,” she said as she pulled back. “As handsome as ever.”

"Come on mom, you are embarrassing me."

"Alright, alright. I promise I'll behave." She turned her attention to me. "You must be the girl I've heard so much about. Alison is it?"

"Yes, ma'am." I stuck my hand out to shake hers.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said as she pulled me in for a hug. “I don’t know what you did to get him to come home for a visit, but thank you.”

“Mother, you promised,” Grayson admonished.

His mother let go of me and led us into the house.

"I prepared your brother's room for Alison to stay in and well, you know where your room is so I'll let you put your bags up there and unpack. Your father should be home in a few minutes, and dinner will be ready soon.

“Six o’clock like always?” Grayson asked.

“Of course,” his mother replied before heading back to the kitchen.

So, his mother was a traditionalist. I love it. I don't suppose Grayson would be happy that we weren't' sharing a room, but I liked it. I don't think I could have had sex in his parents' home anyway. It would just be too strange.

I met his father before dinner, and he was just as wonderful as Grayson's mother was. After dinner, we played a round of cards and then turned in early.

The next morning, his brother Roman showed up for breakfast. I couldn't believe how much they looked alike without being twins. His brother wasn't as muscular as Grayson, but still Roman wasn't half bad himself.

“Finally, I get to meet the other half,” Roman said as he pulled me in for a big hug.

I assumed he was referring to me being Grayson’s better half since people make that joke about couples all the time, but I was wrong.

“Your sister talks about you so much I feel like I already know you.”

“My sister? You talk to Andrea?”

He gave me a strange look. "Of course, every day now for probably the last two months."

Wow. I couldn't believe it. All that time when Grayson and I weren't speaking, my sister was talking to his brother. Interesting. I knew right away why she didn't tell me. She probably didn't want to upset me, knowing how bad things were between Grayson and I and just how devastated I was without him. But still, it made me sad that my sister would keep something so huge from me. Did she think I wouldn't support her friendship with another lawyer who might be able to help her with deciding on her career?

Had my relationship with my sister grown that far apart that she couldn't tell me something like this? I needed to try and fix that. She had to know that I love her and would support her no matter what, even if that meant she was forming a friendship with Grayson's brother. I wanted them to bond over their shared passion of law.

I thought I couldn’t be more surprised when over breakfast Roman started talking about a text he just got from my sister. It seems she just accepted a clerk position at the International Court of Justice.

I couldn't believe she told him first and even stranger, I couldn't believe she changed her mind about what kind of law she wanted to practice in the first place. Why the world court? This was new. Last I heard, she was interested in practicing law that had something to do with intellectual property. She even talked about maybe coming out to LA, getting a job in the music industry, and working to stop music piracy. When the hell did her plans change and why didn't she tell me? I'm her twin sister. She used to tell me everything.

“She’s one of only two clerks selected from the United States,” Roman told his family enthusiastically.

“I didn’t even know she applied for a clerkship with the world court. When did the big switch happen?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady so they wouldn’t know I was upset.

Roman turned to his family to explain, who looked confused. "Originally, she was interested in intellectual property, like me, but once we got talking, she confessed a secret desire to help others, so we talked about human rights law. She said she's always wanted to protect children from being forced into marriages and stop sex trafficking -- you know, things like that."

I remembered a time just before my sister graduated high school that we met this twelve-year-old girl who had been smuggled out of Afghanistan. She was supposed to marry a fifty-five-year-old man but didn't want to and instead ran away. She ended up getting picked up by US Forces. When she told them her story, the soldiers knew that if they returned the young girl to her family, she would be severely beaten, maybe even killed for her disobedience.

So the soldier did the only thing he could think of -- He stuffed her into his duffle bag and smuggled her back to America on a military transport. When he got back on US soil, he didn't know what to do with the girl, so he took her to his mother in Texas.

His mother worked at the same diner as our mother. Both our mothers helped the girl stay hidden until the soldier could find the right people to send her to, to get her the kind of help she needed.

She didn't speak a lot of English, but enough to tell us that her name was Dari. She was a cute little thing, and we loved playing dress up with her. She was just so precious, like our own living doll.

Eventually though, the soldier returned and took her away. He had found an international rights organization that was going to help her so that she could stay in the country legally. We never saw or heard from her again, but her memory stayed with me and apparently my sister as well. Come to think of it; it was just after that when Andrea decided on a career in law. I guess before now; I never put the two things together.