Hollywood Secrets, page 6
Sydney believed in her. She honestly thought that she would come out if the timing was right. And Ada had almost told her that she’d been waiting for the right timing for twenty years, but when Sydney said that she’d come out when she had a reason to, Ada knew that if this was real, if this was more than lust, that Ada could see herself finally coming out. That she would be so proud and happy to be standing beside Sydney on the red carpet that she couldn’t possibly pretend that they were anything but a couple.
“What—?” Sydney started, but Ada cut her off as she pressed Sydney against her car, one hand on Sydney’s hip, sliding under her jacket, the other cupping her cheek as she guided their lips together in a kiss that took her breath away.
Sydney moaned, momentarily stunned before kissing her back, parting her lips and finding Ada’s searching tongue, her hands roaming over Ada’s yoga pants, clutching her ass, and Ada felt a jolt of electricity in her center.
Heat surged through Ada’s body as she melted into Sydney, loving the feeling of their bodies pressed together, of Sydney’s hands on her, the fantasy she’d refused to allow herself to even think of coming to life.
Sydney’s fingers eased the elastic away from her ponytail, sliding them through her hair, gripping it as she deepened the kiss, her other hand on Ada’s hip as she smoothly reversed their positions, and Ada’s back hit the car with a gentle thud.
Ada’s knees went weak, her breathing coming in pants as she lost herself in the kiss, years of pent up desire coursing through her veins, unlocking a passion she’d long since buried.
Ada didn’t know what would come of this, and the cynical part of her savored every single second of this, unwilling to trust that this was truly the start of something and not a fleeting moment. She tried to commit the taste of Sydney’s lips to her memory, the way they kissed her so confidently, so thoroughly. She inhaled the sweet scent of Sydney’s perfume as her hand fell from Sydney’s cheek, resting on her neck now as her thumb lazily ran along Sydney’s jaw as they continued to kiss.
Sydney pulled away just enough to break the kiss, her forehead pressed against Ada’s, her breath hot against Ada’s lips. “Do you still want me to leave?”
Ada smiled as her eyes fluttered open and she met Sydney’s gaze. “No. I can’t fight this any longer. I don’t know what—”
Sydney’s lips silenced her, hungrily kissing her for a few more delicious seconds before Sydney found her hand and tugged Ada back towards her house.
18
Sydney didn’t know where Ada’s bedroom was but it didn’t matter. They never made it past the foyer.
Ada pushed her against the wall, their lips crashing together, and Sydney let all the doubt slip away, losing herself in Ada’s kiss, her back pressed against the wall, Ada’s body covering her own.
Sydney didn’t know what this was or what they were doing, but five minutes ago, she’d left this house defeated, her mind running back over everything she’d just said to Ada, wondering where she could have said something differently, where she could have convinced Ada that this was a risk worth taking.
But she must have done something right, because Ada had strode towards her just as she was about to get in her car, and the way Ada had kissed her…
Sydney moaned now as Ada’s hands moved under her jacket, pushing it away from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground with a thud without breaking their kiss. Ada’s hands were back again, one gripping Sydney’s hip, the other sliding under her tank top, her nails grazing over Sydney’s back.
Sydney’s own hands drifted to Ada’s ass, the tight yoga pants tempting her since she’d arrived. Her fingers splayed across the smooth fabric, and Ada groaned as Sydney tugged her closer, bringing Ada’s center flush with Sydney’s thigh.
Ada’s breath was hot against Sydney’s neck, and Sydney used her hands to encourage Ada to rock her hips, eliciting another throaty moan as Ada’s hips rolled against her thigh.
“Fuck,” Ada sighed. “If you keep going, I might come right here.” She lifted her head to meet Sydney’s eyes, her cheeks flushed. “It’s been so long…”
Sydney immediately read between the lines. Ada was worried or nervous or some combination of the two. “Maybe we should move this upstairs,” Sydney said in almost a whisper as she guided their lips back together, kissing Ada slowly, taking her time as she parted her lips and found Ada’s tongue, lazily swiping it over hers, reveling in the feeling of Ada’s warm hands on her hips, her palm sliding up Sydney’s ribs as they kissed.
When they broke the kiss, Ada’s forehead rested against Sydney’s for a moment before she pulled away, her eyes fluttering open. “Come on,” she said, finding Sydney’s hand.
Someday Sydney might be here long enough to take in the decor. Beyond the bookcases, Sydney hadn’t noticed Ada’s other interior design choices, her mind always elsewhere when she was here.
Now, she let Ada lead her to her bedroom, and Sydney couldn’t care less what her enormous master bedroom looked like. All she could see was Ada, her honey brown falling over her shoulders, her tank top showing off her toned arms, her eyes filled with lust, although Sydney still sensed a hint of apprehension.
Sydney watched Ada flick on a few lamps, her own heart beating erratically in her chest. She wanted Ada so much, but she wasn’t sure that Ada felt the same way. In fleeting moments, Sydney saw it. Those lingering gazes, those dark eyes. But she always felt like Ada might run at any moment.
Sydney stepped into her space beside the bed, her hand on Ada’s hip, the other pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why did you come outside? After you asked me to leave.”
Ada exhaled as she slid her arms around Sydney’s waist. “I panicked.” Her eyes searched Sydney’s. “Everything you said was right. That if no one was watching, I wouldn’t hesitate.” She visibly swallowed. “And it was overwhelming to hear my thoughts coming out of your mouth. That’s why I asked you to go. Because it was true, and I was scared. But once you were gone, I just panicked.”
A tight knot formed in Sydney’s stomach as she listened to Ada, both because she hated to see Ada struggle like this, but also because Ada could decide at any moment that Sydney wasn’t worth the trouble, that ending this before it had even really started would be the best thing to do, both for her sanity and her career. And that thought filled Sydney with dread.
Ada continued. “I had to ask myself how much longer was I going to live like this. I had more than three months to forget about you, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t. And here I was, about to blow another chance with you. I don’t know. I just couldn’t do it.”
“You followed me all over Europe,” Sydney said with a half-smile.
“What?”
“The perfume commercial. The billboards. I was doing my best to move on and you just kept appearing.”
Ada slowly shook her head. “I still don’t know what I can offer you. I meant what I said earlier. I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever come out and that’s not fair on you.”
Sydney tilted her head. “Hey, there’s no pressure to come out. I didn’t mean to—”
“I know it’s not coming from you, but realistically, I do need to do it. Soon. Or how else would this ever work?” Ada inhaled a shaky breath. “I know I’m jumping out ahead of this right now, but I have to say it. If we start something, I can’t promise you that I’ll be brave enough to do it.”
Sydney swallowed. “I know.” Logically, she knew this was a bad idea. She’d dated women in secret before, but it had always been so casual. Sydney knew that if they didn’t come out and they went their separate ways, she’d live.
Now? She wasn’t so sure.
But how could she walk away from this?
She just had to hope that Ada would be as consumed by this as she was, that it was inevitable that at some point, Ada wouldn’t care who knew they were together.
Sydney cupped Ada’s cheek. “Thank you for being honest with me.” The golden flecks in Ada’s eyes seemed to shine in the dim lighting. “But I’m happy to take this one step at a time. I know how I feel, but I’m not walking away from this without even knowing what this is.”
Ada sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”
Sydney nodded. This wasn’t a lust-filled decision. She could have left Ada’s right now and drove home, confident that they had a chance. But judging by the way Ada’s hands slid over her back, coming around to her hips, her eyes darkening with desire, they both wanted this now.
19
Ada lifted Sydney’s tank top over her head, and her breath caught in her throat as the swell of Sydney’s breasts came into view and Ada took in the slight curve of her hips and her flat stomach, her blond hair tumbling over her shoulders.
Ada wet her lips as her heart thudded in her chest, her hands drawn to Sydney’s hips, her fingers running along the waistline of her jeans as she leaned in to find Sydney’s lips.
Sydney sighed into the kiss, her hands fumbling with the hem of Ada’s tank top until they broke the kiss and Sydney’s gaze hungrily raked over her as the fabric hit the ground.
Ada’s hands went to her yoga pants, her cheeks flushed, knowing that there was no way she looked sexy right now with the fabric clinging to the skin above her waist, hiding nothing, and she had no idea how she was going to get rid of them in any way that could possibly be attractive.
Sydney smiled as she stepped into her space, her lips brushing across her own as her hands covered Ada’s, and together they pushed the tight material down her legs.
Ada laughed softly as Sydney’s hands lingered on her ass while Ada struggled to free her legs, Sydney’s lips kissing her neck as Ada nearly fell over trying to remove her sneakers and socks along with her pants.
“I thought you were helping,” Ada managed to say as she finally kicked the last of the skin tight pants away but she couldn’t keep herself from smiling as Sydney’s grip on her ass tightened, her lips trailing down her neck to her collarbone. “I didn’t know you were this easily distracted.”
Sydney didn’t answer her. She placed open kisses up her neck instead, her tongue hot against Ada’s skin, until Sydney’s lips captured her own again, their tongues already moving in a familiar dance, and Ada couldn’t remember the last time she felt this alive as she moaned into the kiss.
Another groan escaped her lips as Sydney’s hands slid up her body, popping open the clasp on her bra before covering Ada’s breasts with her hands, letting the fabric fall away, her thumbs swiping over Ada’s nipples, sending a tingling ripple across every inch of her skin.
“What are you doing to me?” Ada whispered between kisses, her pulse thundering in her ears, all the nervous energy running through her body slipping away with each kiss. It might have been a long time since she’d been with anyone, secretive one-night stands dotted across the last twenty-five years, but she could safely say that nothing had ever been like this.
Ada shuddered as Sydney’s hands gripped her flimsy underwear and slid them down her legs until Ada could step out of them, cool air hitting her sex as she stood naked beside the bed with Sydney still wearing her bra and jeans.
“You’re stunning,” Sydney said, her voice low and full of reverence as her palms glided up Ada’s thighs and over her ass, one hand staying there, the other sliding into her hair, her fingers fisting Ada’s locks as she pulled her into a passionate kiss that Ada could feel in every cell in her body.
Ada gasped into the kiss, surprised by the aggression in that move, but fuck it was exactly what she wanted. There was something about Sydney that made her lose her mind, that made her want to rip the rest of Sydney’s clothes off her and finally know what it was like to have Sydney in her bed.
Ada’s fingers opened the button on Sydney’s jeans and lowered the zipper as they kissed, and instead of pushing the jeans down her legs, Ada slid her hand beneath the thin fabric of Sydney’s black panties, finding her slick heat without even parting lips.
Sydney moaned, breaking the kiss, her head buried in Ada’s neck, her grip still tight on Ada’s hair as she swayed into her, and Ada slid her fingers lower, through her arousal, parting her lips as she came back up to lightly circle Sydney’s clit.
“Oh fuck,” Sydney groaned, lifting her head to kiss Ada hard, moaning into her mouth as their tongues dueled and Ada added a little more pressure as she continued to circle Sydney.
Ada didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on and they were still standing beside her bed. She slowly withdrew her hand, a whimper on Sydney’s lips as Ada pulled away from the kiss too, her hands full of Sydney’s jeans and panties as she tugged them down her legs, lowering herself down to her knees as she did so.
Sydney stepped out of her clothes, and Ada slid her hands up Sydney’s smooth legs, her fingers clutching her thighs as she got comfortable on her knees, her nose brushing over Sydney’s sex before her tongue parted her folds and took Sydney’s bundle of nerves in her mouth, the musky scent of Sydney’s arousal filling her senses.
Sydney gasped as Ada’s tongue worked over her clit, alternating between flicks and circles, a low moan leaving Sydney’s lips when Ada took her in her mouth again.
Sydney’s hands were in her hair again as Ada’s tongue darted over her, and it wasn’t long before Sydney’s hands were on her shoulder and arm, guiding her back up.
Sydney’s cheeks were flushed, a hint of a smile on her lips. “I can’t take any more. Not standing up anyway.” She reached behind her to unhook her own bra, letting it fall to floor before she guided Ada back towards the bed and pushed her on it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that close, that fast,” she murmured before covering Ada’s body with her own, brushing her lips over Ada’s, and the feeling of their breasts pressed together, of their naked bodies tangling left Ada breathless.
Ada’s fingers tangled in Sydney’s hair as she kissed her back, her other hand roaming over her back and down to her ass. Sydney’s hand manoeuvred between them to cup Ada’s breast as they kissed, and every single touch was driving Ada closer to the edge.
Ada moaned as Sydney’s fingers trailed downwards, skating over her stomach before tracing a path up along her inner thigh, and then Ada held her breath as Sydney’s fingers skimmed over her sex.
Her hips lifted at that slight touch, and Ada could have been embarrassed by how desperate she was, but that was the last thing on her mind. She was caught between wanting to come right now and drawing this moment out for as long as possible, knowing that she’d have little say in the matter, because as soon as Sydney—
“Oh fuck.” Ada’s mouth fell open as Sydney easily entered her with a long, smooth stroke, Sydney’s palm rubbing against her clit, and all Ada could do was cling to Sydney, her hand on her hip, the other on her arm as Sydney found her rhythm, starting slow, her eyes locked on Ada’s as she looked down at her. “Come here,” Ada panted, reaching up to slide her hand behind Sydney’s neck and bring their lips together.
Ada’s eyes fluttered shut as she parted her lips to let Sydney’s tongue in, a low throb starting starting somewhere in her stomach, warmth rushing through her as Ada hungrily kissed Sydney, feeling herself lose control each time Sydney’s palm hit her clit.
Ada had to break the kiss, her head falling back against the sheets. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
The hand Sydney was using to hold herself up found Ada’s, and Sydney interlaced their fingers as she pushed Ada’s hand back against the sheets above her head, their bodies flush as Sydney’s fingers were still inside her.
Ada was about to beg for her to keep going, but Sydney’s fingers started to move inside her, curling while her palm pushed against Ada’s clit.
Ada groaned and when Sydney returned to her earlier rhythm, Ada’s body shuddered, her free hand lost in Sydney’s hair, pulling her down, and Ada kissed her as she came. Her hips rolled, and her eyes slammed shut, her ragged breath escaping her mouth as Sydney lowered her head to kiss her neck.
Ada arched up into her, stars exploding behind her eyelids as she remembered to breathe.
When Ada opened her eyes, her legs weak, a satisfying ache between her legs, she met Sydney’s eyes, and the desire reflected back in them floored her.
20
Sydney couldn’t decipher the expression on Ada’s face as she looked up at Sydney, her hair splayed across the sheets, her cheeks flushed.
Sydney knew how she felt. She’d never been this turned on just from getting someone else off, and every time Ada moaned, it was hotter than the last, spurring Sydney on.
Ada gently pushed back on the hand that Sydney had used to pin hers to the sheets, and before Sydney knew it, Ada had flipped them, reversing their positions in one fluid motion.
Sydney let her gaze sweep over Ada, who was sitting up, straddling Sydney’s thigh, and she said what she was thinking out loud. “You are so beautiful.”
Ada ran the tips of her fingers over Sydney’s chest and down her stomach before returning up again, and Sydney couldn’t keep the muscles beneath her stomach from jumping.
Sydney’s back arched off the bed when Ada’s fingers skirted around her already hardened nipple, barely touching it before moving to the other, and Sydney bit back a desperate groan. She could be patient. She could wait until Ada decided––
Ada tweaked Sydney’s nipple between her fingertips, while her free hand trailed down Sydney’s body.
“Ada,” Sydney said, but her voice came out strangled. “You’re killing me.” She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her lips when Ada’s fingers skimmed over her hip and down her thigh.
Ada’s fingers moved to play with Sydney’s other nipple before she lowered her body down and took it in her mouth.
Sydney groaned, all the breath leaving her lungs.
Ada glanced up at her. “What do you want?” she asked before she flicked her tongue over her nipple.
