Sex and Violence in Hollywood by Ray Garton Read Free Book Online Page B

with previous obligations, and thoroughly incapable of giving a single thought to practicality, Adam’s penis stood rigid and wet. The hot, liquid sheath of her mouth covered his erection and knocked his knees out from under him. He fell onto the bed with a loud, breathy, trembling moan.
    Whatever she had done with her mouth while kissing him withered in comparison to the abilities she demonstrated on his erection. She sucked at the underside of his penis and made him press his head back hard into the mattress. She used her lips, tongue, teeth to devour him, drown him in pleasures that bordered on pain. Time disappeared, and Adam kept forgetting where he was. Entire trains of thought were sucked off their tracks and out of his mind.
    He lifted his head and blinked his bleary eyes. Rain was on top of him. She seemed to hop onto his erection. Growled more as she moved on him frantically. It was not a noise that sounded like a growl. It was a growl.
    Red-alert klaxons went off in Adam’s head. He was not wearing a condom. He tried to sit up as he stammered, “Hey, no, uh-uh, whoa—”
    Rain slammed him back down, fingernails clawed his nipples. Adam cried out in pain when her nails dug in and a couple broke flesh.
    “Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?” She spoke in the growl, sounded unsettlingly similar to the demon’s voice in The Exorcist.
    Disturbed by the fact that he was not using protection, Adam tried to roll her off him. She suddenly clutched his throat with both hands and squeezed.
    What the hell is she doing? Adam thought.
    Rain appeared to be strangling him, and it seemed she had committed herself to the task. She moved faster on him, angry movements. Arms straight, elbows locked. Her nails dug into his neck on each side while her thumbs pressed hard on his trachea.
    Adam’s face felt hot and puffy. A fire ignited at the closure of his throat and roared down into his lungs. He flailed his arms and kicked at first, then grabbed her wrists, loosened her hold on him almost enough to get a breath, but something threw him. Rain squeezed his cock with strong vaginal muscles, hard enough to make Adam cry out. If he were not being strangled.
    Adam punched her in the side of the head and she let go of his throat, fell back, but not off of him. She bucked harder and harder, growling behind clenched teeth. It sounded like pain and rage and fear, all rolled into one dangerous sound.
    Gasping for breath, coughing, Adam tried to sit up. His throat felt broken, but he could breathe again. Once up, he put his hands on Rain’s ribs, ready to throw her off. But he did not.
    The entire time he was unable to breathe, Rain had been riding him like Debra Winger rode the mechanical bull in Urban Cowboy. He had felt every bit of it, even as his vision blurred and his lungs became molten lava. Now, still gulping air into his lungs, he was about to come.
    Adam embraced her. Rain kissed him, growled down his throat, rattled his organs. Her nails clawed his back as she sucked on his neck, bit him hard.
    Adam’s orgasm was, as far as he was concerned, amazing. But it was drowned out and swallowed up by the ferocity and trauma of Rain’s. She threw him back on the bed and writhed and bucked on him. Her short wet hair seemed to stand on end as she uttered a long, senseless stream of obscenities, spat them in the same scary growling voice. Then she howled.
    “Shh-shh!” Adam put a hand over her mouth. She bit it. “Ow, Goddamnit, what the hell is wrong with you?”
    Rain slowed down, slowly. The howling and clawing stopped. Finally, only their breathing remained. She smiled and rolled off him.
    “Mmmm,” she purred, “you play nice, Big Brother.”
    “Please don’t do that.”
    “Don’t do what?”
    “Call me Big Brother.”
    “Too creepy for ya?” She laughed.
    He propped himself up on an elbow and touched her chin, turned her head toward him. “I’m really sorry about hitting you,” he said.
    Rain pushed his