Page 3 of Hollywood Heartthrob
Chapter 2
I did as I was told, sliding the wet shorts off my body, and set them on a hanging rack to dry. Next to the bar was a door left ajar with a light shining from inside. A private bathroom, I assumed. The suite had everything. I was impressed.
Uncertain of what to do next as I stood there naked, wet, and cold, I walked over toward the bed.
"I'm a big fan of your pictures, Mister—"
"You have me confused with someone else," he said gruffly.
Because I'm a slow learner, I plowed ahead. "No, I'm very good with faces. I'd recognize you anywhere."
That was a fib. I hadn't recognized him until Howard pointed out his identity. But seeing him up close and personal, I had no doubt who I was standing next to.
He turned to me with his chiseled jaw clenched tight. A menacing look in his dark eyes. "Let's skip the small talk, pal. I said you have me confused with someone else."
"Oh, right." I was finally catching his drift. "My mistake. Sorry about that."
His shoulders seemed to relax a little as he sighed. He'd gotten rid of the silly wig and his perfect pitch-black hair was parted on the right side and neatly combed into waves. He must have fixed it after he got to the room. I reached out to touch him, but he flinched, grabbing hold of my wrist. "Have a seat on the bed."
I settled on the edge next to him. The mattress was softer than anything I'd ever sat on, like a cloud. My body sunk down into the cushy padding.
He rose up and stood in front of me, opening his white robe to reveal his naked body. His chest was canvassed in dark hair. He had a nice build, clearly someone who took care of himself, and a thick cock that hung over two balls the size of eggs. I admired a man with meaty balls.
I leaned forward into his body, taking in the spicy masculine scent of aftershave that wafted down from his clean-shaven face. Starting with his nipples, I licked and twirled my tongue on the right one until it perked up to a hard nub. He stood stoically in front of me as if he were trying very hard to suppress a reaction.
That was fine. I didn't mind a challenge. I moved on to his left nipple, making love to it with my mouth, licking it, then teasing it with a little nibble. An involuntary twitch betrayed him.
He pushed down on my head, his not-so-subtle way of telling me to move south. Clearly not a man interested in foreplay, so I slid a hand under his sack and gently licked circles around his right nut, then his left.
There was no reaction, so I turned my attention to the glossy crown of his cock and tickled it with the tip of my tongue before fully engulfing it in my mouth. It swelled to life as I swallowed it into my throat, filling me like an expanding balloon.
Now we were getting somewhere. It satisfied me to finally get a little non-verbal affirmation.
I looked up at him as I serviced his cock, watching his Adam's apple rise and drop in his throat. His eyes were clamped shut. I wondered what he was imagining, but it didn't matter. I was throat-fucking Hollywood's hottest star and I felt halfway to the moon about it.
Wrapping my hand around the hairy base of his shaft, I really started to get into it. We were settling into a rhythm and he'd begun to rock his hips in unison each time he went in and out of my mouth. I tightened my lips around him like a vacuum, sucking hard as he pulled out to just the tip, then he pushed back into my mouth again, jamming his long, thick cock past my tonsils until my nose was buried in his bush.
Then he stopped abruptly. "That'll be enough."
"What?"
"Lie down on your stomach."
I pulled back the sheets on the bed and sunk deeper into the cloud that served as a mattress. My cock was as solid as a piece of granite, so I tucked it underneath me to keep it from getting smashed.
"No!" he barked at me. "I don't want to see that."
"My cock?"
"Put it out of view."
"Sheesh," I whispered under my breath, pulling my dick back up against my abs.
I watched over my shoulder as he shed his robe and draped it over a sitting chair. He was a tall drink of water, probably well over six feet from what I could guess, and had a long, lean muscular frame that took my breath away.
The bed sank as he settled his knees on either side of me. Then I felt his hard cock being pushed between my butt cheeks. He was wet with my saliva and his pre-cum.
The hard helmet head of his cock breached the ring of my tight hole. He didn't seem interested in taking it slow or using his fingers to open me up, and I didn't dare ask. I bit down on a pillow as he mercilessly thrust inside me, all of his length at once, and my insides burned with agony.
