Mr. Hollywood (Celebrity #1) (3 page)

“
Damn.
”
It was all I could say. Not only
did she feel amazing, she looked amazing, perched on top of me all .
 
.
 
. naked. Reaching out, I fondled
her breasts, loving the weight of them in my hands as I tweaked each of them,
watching them pucker into tight buds. Another groan escaped her and she moved
faster.

“
I
like that,
”
she whispered.

“
I
know,
”
I replied. I
’
d always been fascinated with her
boobs and how tight her nipples got when I played with them. I wondered if they
throbbed like my dick did when it got hard like that.

Anchoring my hands on her hips, I guided her faster,
my eyes traveling from the expression of ecstasy on her face, to where her
round breasts swayed back and forth over me.

Holy hell!
I was going to come again already.
It was like I was a damn fourteen year old again experiencing his very first
time, only my first time was never this good.

The sound of a vehicle pulling up outside interrupted
us. Glancing over her shoulder, Aubrey looked out the loft doors.
“
It
’
s
my parents!
”
she whispered sharply.

“
Don
’
t stop yet!
”
I held her hips tight, thanking
heaven above as she continued to ride me. The danger of getting caught only
served to heighten everything
—
at least for me
—
I wasn
’
t sure about her, but she kept
going.

“
Are
you close?
”
she asked, sounding nervous.
“
Because I am, but
—”
Tossing her head back, she let out
a long, soft moan. Immediately, I started coming, I couldn
’
t hold it back.

“
Up!
Up!
”
I whispered frantically, and she
practically flung herself off me, but I was worried that most of the first shot
made it inside her. Rubbing myself, I jacked off the rest. Fuckin
’
hell! It felt amazing!

“
Get
dressed!
”
She hissed before I was even
finished, throwing my clothes at me. Regret filled me. I wasn
’
t finished with all the things I
wanted to do with her yet. Rising, I grabbed my pants first, trying to
hurriedly put them on and we both snickered as we stumbled around, fumbling
with our clothes. She quickly pulled her dress over her head.

“
Aubrey?
You in the house?
”
Her dad
’
s voice called loudly over the
idling engine and she moved to the loft doors. I knew she didn
’
t have her panties on, because they
were on the blanket beside me.

“
No,
I
’
m over here,
”
she replied to him as I buttoned my
pants.  Standing, I shoved my boots on and quickly grabbed my t-shirt, thankful
Brent couldn
’
t see me up here with her. I didn
’
t want to get shot when things were
just starting to get good.

“
Mom
forgot her purse on the counter. We came back to get it. I was going to have
you bring it out. Did Zane show up?
”

“
Yeah,
he
’
s down there stacking feed.
”
She nodded in the direction of the
ladder.

Quickly, I grabbed her panties and stuffed them in my
pocket, before hurrying down to the main barn floor. Snatching a bag of feed, I
began stacking again, just as Brent appeared in the doorway. Hopefully he
’
d think I was flushed and out of
breath from working hard.

“
Everything
okay this morning, son?
”
he asked, eyeing me. It wasn
’
t unusual for him to call me that.
I didn
’
t mind. He
’
d been more of a father to me than
mine had ever been.

“
Yeah.
My dad needed some extra help this morning. Sorry I was late.
”
Basically, that was the nice way of
me telling Brent my dad was drunk off his rocker. I didn
’
t need to elaborate. He knew what I
meant.

“
No
problem. Is your dad okay?
”

“
He
’
ll be fine. Just needs to sleep
things off.
”
Everyone knew my dad lived in
the bottom of a bottle these days. He
’
d never recovered from my mom
’
s death twelve years ago.

While we lived on the neighboring farm, it had
dwindled into disrepair
—
at least the outbuildings had. I
tried to keep up the farmhouse the best I could and had worked for Brent all
through high school, earning money to keep food on the table. Brent also rented
some of our pastures, which helped out too. I was very appreciative to him. Who
knew what my life would be like if he wasn
’
t around?

“
All
right. Aubrey probably already told you, but I
’
m
running into town with Daphne to get some supplies. We won
’
t be home until early evening now,
since we had to come back.
”

“
Okay.
I
’
ll get all the late chores done up
for you before I go home then.
”

“
Thanks,
Zane. I always feel better knowing things are in your capable hands.
”

He
’
d shit a brick if he knew exactly
what had been in my capable hands, or riding my very capable dick.

“
Happy
to help. I love it here.
”

“
We
love having you here, son. You
’
re family.
”
He paused, shuffling uncomfortably.
“
Daphne always wished we could
’
ve adopted you.
”

I paused, my eyes going wide.
“
She did?
”

He nodded.
“
We even asked your dad about it
once, a couple years after your mom died. He got pretty angry about it, so we
never brought it up again.
”

This was news to me. I
’
d
never heard a word about it before this.
“
I
’
m
sorry. I had no idea.
”
I wasn
’
t sure what to say.
“
Thank you for caring.
”

“
We
always have. Daphne and I have watched you and Aubrey grow up together. You
both get along so well. We thought you
’
d both enjoy being brother and
sister.
”

I was pretty sure I blanched at that comment. If there
was one thing I was positive I never wanted, that was for Aubrey to be my
sister. Girlfriend? Yes. Sex slave? Hell, yes! And I even hoped she
’
d be my wife at some point in the
distant future. But we had plenty of time for that. Right now, I just wanted to
explore every inch of her body
—
repeatedly
—
for days on end. But sister? Hell,
no! There was nothing but trouble in store for us down that road, because
regardless of her title, I
’
d never be able to stop fucking her
now that the line had been crossed.

“
Well,
I better get going,
”
Brent said, pulling me back
to reality.

“
Enjoy
your day trip,
”
I replied politely, feeling
just the tiniest bit guilty about my previous activities. Brent trusted me.
Right now I was violating that trust in the worst way possible.

“
Thanks.
We will.
”
He gave a wave and headed
back to the vehicle.

Soon the truck was meandering out of the yard, but my
attention was fully riveted on the brunette beauty descending the ladder,
flashing me her bare butt as she did so.

Instantly, my body stirred to life again.
Damn
it!
I
’
d already taken her twice today.
How was it possible to want her even more than before?

“
I
lost my panties,
”
she said as she reached the
bottom and turned to face me.

“
I
see that,
”
I replied with a grin, not
divulging their whereabouts.
“
Not that I
’
m complaining.
”
I planned on keeping them. Maybe I
’
d hang them on some of my sports
trophies in my room and they could be my favorite trophy ever, since I
’
d be reliving this day for the rest
of my life. Or I could bronze them and hang them on a plaque that said,
“
The first time I fucked Aubrey.
”
Just the idea of it made me smile.

“
Sorry
we got interrupted.
”
Wrapping her arms around my
neck, she popped up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

“
Guess
we
’
ll just have to pick up where we
left off.
”
Lifting her, I set her on the
bags of feed and spread her legs, smiling as I wedged my way in between them,
pushing her dress up until her pretty pussy was showing.
“
Ready for round three?
”
I grinned and she giggled.

“
Yup.
I want to do this with you all the time.
”

Staring into her eyes, I wondered how I
’
d gotten so lucky.
“
I
’
d
like that, too.
”
Pressing my mouth to hers, I
kissed her deeply.

So many great things were happening for me right now,
but all I could think about was how much I wanted to experience it all with
Aubrey. Only Aubrey.

Unfastening my pants, I released myself and pushed
back inside her. This .
 
.
 
. this was perfection, and I just
knew our future together was going to be perfect!

“On the Red Carpet Tonight with Mr. Hollywood, Z McCartney!”

 
~
Glitz
Magazine~

Chapter One

Z McCartney
–
Ten Years Later

I couldn
’
t believe how far I
’
d fallen
—
so far in fact, if someone held up
a mirror, I wasn
’
t sure I
’
d recognize myself anymore.

“
Z!
”
Hearing the name most of the world
knew me by shouted into my ear brought me back to the present and I forced a
fake smile.

“
Are
you close, sweetheart?
”
I taunted, watching as she
tossed her head back against the prime leather seats of the limo. Driving
against her harder, I felt my own release building .
 
.
 
. finally. I was beginning to think
I
’
d never find it.

“
Ahhhhh!
”
she screamed, tumbling over the
edge, and watching her sent me spiraling right after her.

 Groaning heavily, I spilled into the condom, my
muscles shaking. Holding my breath, I waited
—
hoping
for satisfaction, completion, or something
—
anything. Yet, all I felt was the
same hollowness inside me. I was broken, it seemed, unable to fill the void,
despite my release. It had been this way for a long, long time. Ever since
—
no! I
was not
going there. What was the point?

“
Z,
we
’
re almost to the Red Carpet.
”
My personal assistant, Penelope
’
s, voice crackled over the intercom
from where she was seated behind the privacy window in the front of the
vehicle, and I was thankful for something new to think about.

“
Showtime!
”
I said, attempting to sound
cheerful even though there was nothing remotely exciting to me about this
event. Winking at the stunning brunette, I pulled out a box of wet wipes from
the console. I always insisted these be kept in my cars. I had lots of sexual
encounters in vehicles and needed a way to clean up afterward. Cleanliness was
next to godliness after all
—
at least that
’
s what my Sunday School teacher had
taught me as a kid. She probably would frown on this though, no matter how
clean I was. The thought made me grin.

As soon as I was finished straightening my clothes, I
slid back into my seat.
“
Does my hair look okay?
”
I asked my companion, knowing she
had been running her fingers through it.

She studied me momentarily.
“
It looks like you just got fucked
in the back of a car,
”
she replied and I laughed, in
spite of my semi-sour mood.

“
Then
it
’
s perfect.
”
My eyes fell on her lips. She
really was gorgeous. Not that that was really anything special in Hollywood. I
’
d had a steady parade of beautiful
women in my bed almost since I
’
d arrived here ten years ago. While
I liked sex, and never turned down an opportunity for it, everything was
beginning to feel old and stale for me. The only thing that ever changed in my
life was the face of the women in my bed. Everything else pretty much blended
together into one giant blur, except for a few really bad moments I wished
could be permanently removed from my head. Why was it we could always remember
the things we didn
’
t want to? It sucked.

“
Something
for the road?
”
she asked, lifting a mirror
with several lines of white powder on it from the sidebar.

“
Sure.
We got a little distracted, didn
’
t we?
”
I
said, taking it from her and quickly snorting a line. After all, this whole
little private party we
’
d been having was for the drugs. I
loved the drugs, and was always game to try something new when my dealer
recommended it. Alcohol was a big one for me too, for that matter. True,
drinking and doing drugs had gotten me into this mess in the first place, but
that didn
’
t stop me from continuing to use
them. They were the only things I could take that stopped the pain inside me,
even if it was only for a short while. Any escape was a blessed relief.

“
Yes,
but it was worth it,
”
she said, drawing my
wandering attention back to her, and her hand slid up my leg toward my crotch,
clearly showing she was hoping for more. Suddenly, I felt inclined to give it
to her again.

The car slowed, progressing forward inches at a time
as we waited for our turn.

“
Too
bad we don
’
t have more time. I could go again,
right now,
”
I said, enjoying her roaming
hand that was steadily making its way higher. I loved girls who liked to fuck a
lot, and this one fit that bill perfectly. I
’
d
already ridden her twice today before we even made it to the car.

She giggled, rubbing her hand over me, finding my cock
hard already.
“
What did you do? Take a whole
bottle of Viagra? I
’
m going to be bow legged by the
time this day is over.
”

I snorted.
“
Baby, I don
’
t need that shit. I got all the
natural drive a girl can handle. I
’
ll keep you up all night long.
”
The car stopped, signaling my cue
to depart.
“
What was your name again?
”
I quickly asked, hating that I
’
d forgotten. If she was hurt, she
didn
’
t show it.

“
Stephanie,
”
she replied without even blinking
an eye. I wondered if it was her real name or an alias. Z wasn
’
t my real name. It was simply what
my agent had decided to shorten my name to, in an effort to make it sound
trendy. But even though it wasn
’
t
my real name, Z was who I was. Zane McCartney had been dead and buried for
years and I did my best to never think about him or the things he wanted in
life. It was easier to simply pretend I was this
“
Z
”
person who didn
’
t give a fuck about anything except
for where the next party was and who was my next lay.

Leaning over, I quickly kissed my current hottie
—
at least for this minute
—
on the cheek. I didn
’
t do relationships. Not anymore.
Relationships fucked a person up.
“
Thanks for the ride, Stephanie. I
’
ll see you soon. Real soon.
”

Smiling, she twirled her fingers at me.
“
Have fun, Superstar!
”

The door suddenly flung open, and I stepped out into
the lights, the sounds of screaming fans filling the air. Steeling myself, I
adjusted my tie and slapped a casual grin to my face as I strolled forward.
Penelope appeared by my side, almost like magic, as four hired bodyguards moved
around us. This wasn
’
t new to me. It happened everywhere
we went. I didn
’
t know what all went into
coordinating of these things, and I didn
’
t question it. It was simply the
way it was.

Except for tonight. Tonight was going to be different,
but no one needed to know that right now.

“
You
’
ll be speaking with Margo Tamson
from Glitz,
”
Penelope spoke loudly as we
strolled, filling me in on the details like she always did. I didn
’
t need to know anything; it was all
fed to me. I waved at the cheering crowds leaning over the barricades, begging
for pictures and autographs, smiling as if I didn
’
t
have a care in the world. It was a total lie. I was seriously fucked in the
head.

While I loved acting and felt fortunate with the
success I
’
d had, fans had no idea of the shithole
side of this career. They had no idea how it could break you up into little
tiny pieces, sucking out your soul bit by bit until there was nothing left of
you. All they saw was the glamor of it
—
or whatever the media wanted them
to see, not even realizing that Hollywood was just one carefully crafted line
of bullshit. Hell,
I
was one carefully crafted line of bullshit.

Pointing to the Glitz platform, I shrugged and mouthed
“
sorry
”
to
those begging for me to come to the barricades so they could get an autograph.
Waving one more time, I hurried my way up the steps to do my bit with one of
Hollywood
’
s most popular television magazines
at the moment.

“
Look,
everyone! It
’
s the star we
’
ve all been waiting to see tonight,
Mr. Z McCartney!
”
A microphone was shoved into
my hand.

The screams escalated as I turned and waved to
everyone before turning back to the TV anchor, a gorgeous woman who could
’
ve easily been a star on the carpet
herself. Too bad she was blonde. Not that there was anything wrong with
blondes, I just preferred stunning brunettes in my bed.

“
Thanks
for having me, Margo,
”
I said smoothly, giving no
clue of the thoughts running through my head.
“
How
are you tonight?
”

Smiling, she stared at me as she spoke, and my eyes
were riveted on her plump lips. Suddenly I was reconsidering my previous
thought. Anyone with lips like that should be a candidate to give me a blow job
at least.
“
I
’
m
great. Just happy to be here visiting with people like you.
”
Expertly, she turned the
conversation back to me.
“
We
’
ve
all been hearing so many wonderful things about this new movie of yours,
Unveiled. Can you tell us what it was like to get into this character, which,
from what I understand, is basically at rock bottom due to addiction? Did you
have a process?
”

Smooth sailing so far.
“
Oh
yeah, I definitely had a process. For me it
’
s
about mentally getting into that place, dwelling where that character lives and
just immersing myself in it.
”

Actually, for me, acting was easy as shit. Hell, I was
doing it right now. I could be whatever was needed of me. I could play it
exactly like the director envisioned it, because it wasn
’
t about my vision or me. It was
about what they wanted. That
’
s what paid my bills. That
’
s what made me the highest paid and
most sought after actor in Hollywood. I was good at fooling people. Gifted,
even.

“
I
bet you feel like you can empathize with people going through treatment like
this, can
’
t you?
”