Broen

Author's Notes:

I placed this in erotic couplings for lack of a better choice; it could have gone in a few categories/genres, which is typical of how I like to write. That's not to say there isn't a theme. There is. It's just not category-based.

The

fictional

characters in this story (and series) are flawed and imperfect, as most real people are. I like to write stories that readers can relate to. Most people aren't the virginal princess or the perfect prince, so you won't find them here.

Finally, this is part of my Hollywood Tales series, which I crafted like episodes in a television series--it's Hollywood, after all--with a dash of Tarantino--i.e. it's not always linear. Each story has AN ending, but it's not THE ending (not yet anyways), and they usually intersect. Each episode also centers around a different character. This is essentially Episode 3. Like a TV show, you can enjoy Episode 3 on its own, but you'll also miss some context and background if you didn't read the first two episodes, especially Episode 2 (The Callback).

If you're still here, I hope you like what follows. Personally, I loved writing this one.

***

"Justin?" He heard a woman's voice call out from the front door to his house. "I'm here," she added, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Justin grinned and shook his head as he padded barefoot from his home office to the entryway. He should have known Mandy would let herself in.

As he entered the great room, he saw Mandy with her back to him, hanging her coat up on the rack next to the door. His eyes instinctively dropped to her backside, where her lovely heart-shaped ass was wrapped tight by a pair of painted-on light gray jeans. She had an incredible ass, he thought.

Returning his gaze to eye level, Justin noticed that the petite woman's long, dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, revealing her slender, lightly tanned neck. With her simple black t-shirt and short black boots, Mandy looked every bit the pretty elementary school teacher that she was, and not the actress and model types that Justin was used to socializing with.

"I wasn't expecting you," Justin said to her. "I thought I wasn't going to see you until tomorrow at your birthday party."

"Oh, hey, Justin," she turned to him, flashing him a warm, genuine smile--the kind he wasn't used to seeing in superficial Hollywood. "I was thinking I would stop in today for my birthday present," she said, her smile transforming into a sly grin.

"Oh really?" he teased, grinning back at her. "And what makes you think I got you a present?"

She strolled toward him with a mischievous look in her hazel eyes, her curvy hips swaying in sync with her ponytail. "It's my thirtieth birthday, babe," she purred, placing her hands on his chest as she stood on her toes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. For a second, he hoped it would land on his lips.

"I know you have a gift for me," she continued, "a big one, in fact, that I can't wait to unwrap."

Justin chuckled, then bent down and kissed her on the cheek in return. "So, you've come to collect, then?"

"Mm-hmm," she replied, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. "I couldn't wait once I read this article from Gloria Gonzalez on hollywoodbuzz.com, and I quote: 'However, the biggest surprise of the film was soap opera star and Bad Boy of Hollywood Justin Winters' return to the silver screen in the role of the rugged Hunter, who is star Anna Robinson's lover in the film. The smoldering tattooed hunk's piercing blue eyes, chiseled jaw, firm pecs, and washboard abs are outshined only by what, in this author's opinion, is the sexiest bum in Hollywood. That butt gets plenty of screentime during the steamiest scene of the movie, and deservedly so. Dear God, where has this man been all my life, and does anyone have his Snap? To borrow off a phrase from Game of Thrones, ladies, Winters is here!'."

"I got so wet when I read that, I had to come over," she practically moaned as her eyes rolled back in her head momentarily.

"Don't believe everything you read on the internet," Justin said with a laugh.

"I've seen those pecs. And those abs. And that butt," she rattled off as she unbuttoned his white dress shirt. "She knows what she's talking about. And I agree with Gloria's assessment. You have the sexiest bum in Hollywood."

She peeled off his shirt, then ran her hands back up his arms, her eyes taking in his muscled biceps and forearms that were covered in full-sleeve tattoos. Justin watched as her hands and eyes found their way to his chest, then slowly brushed down across his six-pack abs, stopping when she reached the button of his black jeans.

"Couldn't wait to unwrap your present?" he teased; his voice low.

"No way," she replied her eyes focused on unbuttoning his pants. Once she unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper, she reached in and grasped his already-hard cock. "Umm, Winters is here," she whispered as she stroked him.

Justin tossed his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of Mandy's delicate fingers leisurely pumping his member.

"I can't wait to get fucked by the man with the sexiest bum in Hollywood," she said, sending a shiver down his spine. He loved when Mandy talked dirty to him.

Feeling his pants being tugged down, Justin opened his eyes and looked at Mandy, who was moving to her knees as she dropped his jeans and continued to jerk him.

"If only Gloria knew that your best feature is actually this incredible cock of yours," she purred as his pants crumpled at his feet. "God, you've got a nice cock, Justin."

Positioned on her knees in front of him, Mandy spit on his crown, then worked her natural lubricant up and down his shaft with her hand. He enjoyed watching her. The typically sweet and conservative woman turned into an aggressive, dirty-talking wildcat during their sexual encounters. He knew what was coming next.

Mandy took him deep into her throat on the first bob. No tentative licks. No tender kisses. Just pure unadulterated lust. Justin loved it. He moaned softly, watching her bob up and down on his stiff organ, her hands on his thighs and her eyes up so he could stare into them, as she knew he liked.

Mandy loved to give head, he knew. While her primary goal at the moment was to get him warmed up for the main event, she had made it abundantly clear to him over the past year that she

enjoyed

blowing him.

"That's enough," he groaned. "Get upstairs so I can give you the good, hard fucking you need," he growled, making her shiver. He knew it would. He was well aware of what got her hot.

She moved languidly toward the stairs, looking back over her shoulder at him as he removed his pants from his ankles.

"You better hurry, little girl, or I'm going to smack that sexy ass of yours," he threatened playfully.

"Promise?" she teased back, pulling her shirt over her head as she walked up the stairs. She dropped the shirt on the stairs, then unhooked her black bra and deposited it three stairs up from the shirt.

"You didn't move fast enough," Justin shouted as he bounded naked up the stairs.

Mandy squealed gleefully, then ran the rest of the way up before Justin caught her in his bedroom and wrapped her in his strong arms.

"It's my turn to go down on you," he declared, nibbling and biting at her earlobe, while his hands cupped and massaged her full breasts.

"I'm so fucking wet, babe, I don't think you need to do that," she replied.

"I think I should conduct a thorough inspection, just to be sure," he whispered in her ear as his hands moved to unbutton her pants.

Within seconds, Justin had her stripped naked, lying on her back on the bed, with her legs spread.

"You waxed," he observed, cocking an eyebrow at her. "That's new."

"Yeah, Alex wanted me to try it," she said. "I figured I'd surprise him with it tomorrow night. You're getting to see it first. What do you think?"

"Love it," he replied, his mind momentarily rattled by her mention of Alex. Her husband. And Justin's best friend since kindergarten. He shook the thoughts from his mind and dove between Mandy's legs, taking in the sight of her glistening sex.

"Damn, girl, you weren't kidding," he began, "you're dripping wet."

Justin pushed her legs apart, then quickly lapped his tongue along her slick channel. She must have just showered before she came over, he thought, because she tasted clean.

"Oh fuck, that feels good, babe," she moaned. "I told you I got turned on after reading that article."

Justin loved to go down on Mandy because she was so responsive and active. Her hands in his hair, the way she rolled her hips while he licked her, her feet sliding along his back, and her dirty words of encouragement.

Right when Mandy started holding her breath, and her legs were starting to squeeze his head, she released a gasp and pushed his head away from her, panting, "Okay that's enough!"

Justin smirked as he pushed himself up off the bed. He moved forward, hovering over her, while he lined up his manhood with her soaked entrance.

"Oh," Mandy breathed out. "You want to fuck me like this, huh? Okay then."

She spread her legs, allowing Justin to penetrate her easily, given how wet she was. She groaned as he slipped slowly into her until he bottomed out, just how she liked it. Once he was fully sheathed, she wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles on his butt, while her hands grasped his back. She nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, driving him wild as he quickly built from long, slow strokes to hard, hip-slapping thrusts. She liked him to fuck her hard.

As he closed his eyes and focused on the pleasure in his cock, Justin was reminded that missionary was both his most and least favorite position with Mandy. He loved the feeling of being wrapped in her arms and legs, and their faces so close together. The intimacy. He craved that intimacy.

Yet, that's also what made it the most difficult position for him. He was so close to her mouth. To her lips. Lips he wanted to kiss but couldn't. That was rule number one.

Justin respected the rules that made up the arrangement between him, Mandy, and Alex. And pursuant to that arrangement, Justin was allowed to

fuck

her. Only Alex, he reminded himself, got to make love to her, and only Alex got to kiss her on the lips.

Justin was fine with the no kissing rule in the beginning. Yet, over the past six months, his feelings for Mandy had changed; he felt things for her that he knew he shouldn't. Now, with her lips so close to his, while his cock was buried in her and she thrashed like a banshee beneath him, it was torture for him to fight the urge to kiss her.

He had to stop tormenting himself. Pulling out of her and pushing himself up, he demanded, "Face down, ass up, Mandy."

"Oh God, yes," she gushed, pushing herself up quickly and flipping over as he instructed. He knew how much she loved when he took control of her. And she loved when he fucked her doggystyle.

Justin moved in behind her, staring at her firm, heart-shaped ass. Mandy wasn't like the skinny, coked-out models he used to fuck; she had curves--full, natural breasts, a narrow waist, full hips, and a round ass. She ran marathons, so she was fit. Grabbing one of those firm globes and spreading it as he guided his manhood back to her entrance, he grinned before he plunged back in.

"Oh, fuck me!" she wailed. "God, baby, fuck me good!"

Never one to disappoint her, Justin took hold of her hips and gave her what he knew she wanted: a good hard fucking. After her fifth shout of "fuck me," he knew he'd pegged her correctly.

Remembering his threat, he gave her ass a swat while he continued to plow into her from behind. Mandy moaned her approval, then reached back between her legs and started rubbing her clit. From past experience, he knew that meant she was close to coming. He slapped the other cheek, eliciting another moan, then grabbed her ponytail and gave it a sharp yank. She howled and writhed wantonly as he continued to pound her sweet pussy.

After a few minutes of smashing into her, Justin realized his own orgasm was approaching. "Mandy, I'm getting close."

"Oh fuck," she cried, her face in a pillow. "Not yet. I'm almost there."

"I can't hold it, babe."

"Oh fuck, then just come in me," she moaned.

"Is that a good idea?" he grunted.

"I'm not ovulating," she breathed. "Just keep fucking me, baby."

The instant she gave him permission to come inside her, he lost the battle for control. Justin buried himself as deep as he could, then roared out as his seed spewed inside of his best friend's wife.

Justin's release triggered Mandy's climax. Her body went rigid, except for her hand which continued to strum her button. After a moment of silence and small tremors, Mandy moaned deeply as her body convulsed violently. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her moans, as she rolled her hips and writhed on his still-pulsing cock.

"Holy fuck," Justin groaned softly, collapsing on the bed next to Mandy. She was still face down in the pillow, and simply let her knees slide back and down once Justin was no longer behind her. "That was incredible."

"Best birthday present ever," Mandy exhaled as she flipped over onto her back. "God, Justin, I don't know how some lucky woman hasn't tied you down yet," she remarked breathlessly as she looked up at the ceiling.

"I haven't found the right one, I guess," he said wistfully as he glanced over at Mandy, admiring her cute button nose, big hazel eyes, and soft lips.

"Well, then it's time we changed that," she commented.

"Are you breaking up with me?" he chuckled.

She turned to look at him, then flashed him a heart-stopping smile. "Babe, I'm going to keep fucking you for as long as I can. But, you're thirty years old, and I would never stand in the way of you and someone whom you're serious about. And both Alex and I would love to see you settle down with someone."

"What if I already have everything I need?" he asked with a grin. "I get to fuck the most beautiful, intelligent woman I know, and I get to hang out with her and my best friend all the time. What more could I want?"

She frowned at him and shook her head. "For an actor, you're a terrible liar. Not to worry, I'll find you someone."

"Will you now?" he teased, feeling the pull of her lips once again.

"I will," she replied, looking deep into his eyes.

He hesitated, then asked, "Would you like to stay the night?"

She smiled softly at him. "You know I can't."

He did know she couldn't stay. After all, that was rule number two: no overnight excursions. Mandy could come over and fuck his brains out, but she always left afterwards. Always.

Justin knew the rules were put in place to protect all three of them. For him, the rules were intended to keep him from growing too attached to Mandy and putting him at risk of screwing over Alex. He'd had issues with temptation in the past. And with his growing feelings for Mandy, he knew he was headed down a dangerous path. That he even asked her to break a rule was a major red flag; he was pushing it.

"Alright then, sexy lady," he said, his eyes still on hers. "Let's get you out of here."

"Hey," she bristled lightheartedly. "I said I couldn't stay over. I didn't say I had to leave. I only turn thirty once."

Justin laughed. "How long have you got?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"How much Cialis you've got." She flashed him a wicked grin. "I want to get fucked all night by the Bad Boy of Hollywood."

"You're a naughty little thing. I think I need to put you over my knee and give you a spanking. One slap for each year of your life."

"Is that a promise?" she asked breathily.

***

Justin clicked the lock button on the key fob to his BMW M5, then headed toward the front door of Alex and Mandy's Beverly Hills mansion. He was thirty minutes late, so he had to park down the street--the guests who arrived before him parked in the driveway or closer to the house. With a bottle of 2001 Bruno Giacosa Barolo Riserva in hand, which he knew Mandy loved, he opened the front door and walked in. He didn't need to knock.

Looking at the spacious estate, Justin recalled that Alex bought the house three years ago after he sold one of his apps for a substantial amount of money. Justin didn't recall the details, only that it was a shitload of money. More than Justin had ever earned. He wasn't jealous, he was genuinely happy for Alex; the guy deserved it.

Mandy's thirtieth birthday party was well underway when Justin walked into the crowded house, with most of the partygoers reveling indoors thanks to the crisp autumn air. He scanned the room, searching for people he knew. On his first pass, he didn't see anyone he recognized, which was unsurprising given that Alex was an app designer, Mandy was a teacher, and they lived in Beverly Hills. As an actor who lived in Hollywood Hills, this wasn't his usual crowd.

Justin headed toward the kitchen, figuring that would be a good place to find Alex or Mandy. On his way, he spotted a pair of smoking hot twenty-something ladies in the back of the living room who were eyeing him hungrily and whispering to each other. He recognized that look. Fans who were down to fuck. He took a mental note, then continued to the kitchen.

Entering the congested kitchen, Justin immediately spotted the people he was looking for: Alex and Mandy. They both saw him when he walked in, smiling and waving as he made his way toward them.

Mandy looked stunning. She styled her hair down with soft curls and wore a green spaghetti-strap cocktail dress that brought out the little bit of green in her hazel eyes. The dress was skimpy enough to show off her lightly-tanned shoulders and her legs from mid-thigh, and had just enough of a dipping neckline to hint at her incredible rack.

Alex looked the part of the prototypical hot nerd. Clean cut, short brown hair, brown eyes, virtually no tan, and wire-rimmed glasses. Yet, his navy-blue polo shirt and jeans were snug enough to show off his gym-fit physique. He didn't look out of place on his beautiful wife's arm, Justin thought.

Justin approached Mandy first. "Happy birthday, beautiful," he said as he gave her a hug, kissed her cheek, and handed her the bottle of wine. "This is your present."

Mandy took the wine, looked at it, then smiled warmly at him. "I love this wine," she said, giving him another hug so she could whisper in his ear. "I thought I already got my present, Justin?"

As he released her from his arms, he gave her a shrug and a mischievous grin. She gave the slightest hint of a smile in return. Right when she did, he noticed from his peripheral vision that Alex was moving toward him, arms spread wide.

Alex had been Justin's best friend since they were five years old, when they spent the first day of kindergarten on the playground slide and swings. When Justin's mom went through her manic phases, Alex was there to comfort him. When he found out his dad was cheating on his mom, Alex was his shoulder to cry on. When kids at school teased him because they discovered his mom had appeared topless in countless horror movies, Alex was the guy who stood by his side. When his dad, a highly respected director, got cancelled, a casualty of the MeToo movement, Alex helped him navigate the fallout. And when Justin was strung out on drugs and booze, and spiraling out of control, Alex was the guy who got him into rehab and helped him stay clean. For twenty-five years, Alex had been his best friend, the brother he never had, and his guardian angel.

Justin embraced Alex fiercely. "Great to see you, brother."

"Likewise, Justin," Alex replied warmly.

They stood back and smiled at each other, arms still on one another's shoulders. Justin wanted to say something to him, but bit his tongue.