Chapter Twenty
Twenty
Asher
“‘America’s porn darling’,” Cole says with a grin. “I get it, man. I get it now.”
I laugh. “Oh, now you get it?”
As he moves off to deal with the camera, I shoot a look across the room at Christian, giving him a hesitant smile, which he returns as he stands and comes toward me.
“Hey, a lot of things get said in this business and only like 20% of them turn out to be true,” says Cole. “Harley said you were special, but he talks like 80% crap, so I had my doubts.”
“Well, tell Harley thanks, I guess.”
“Oh, baby, don’t you worry, I will.” Cole winks at me.
Christian holds out a pair of sweatpants to me, his eyes dancing with what looks like awe as he says: “Well, that was quite something.”
“He sure was,” Cole says good-naturedly.
“Um, thanks?” I feel stupidly shy as I pull the bottoms on.
Christian studies me. “So what usually happens now?”
“Now I get cleaned up and order some food. I’m starving.”
He nods, giving me an empathetic look. “Well, I can handle that. Would you like a bath? I could run it for you now.” Then, stepping closer and lowering his voice, he says, “Are you in any pain?”
“Uh, no. I’m good. Really good.” Some shadow flickers over his eyes before he nods again. “But a bath sounds really great, if you wanted to run it, yeah.”
“I would love to. What would you like to eat? I can go and fetch something for you, whatever you like.”
I don’t know why, but the idea of him leaving right now, after watching me get fucked by someone else, makes a pit open up inside me. I don’t want him to go anywhere.
I shake my head. “Room service is fine.”
He nods again before flicking a brief look over my shoulder at Cole. “Okay, then I’ll go draw you a bath, and then we can order.”
“You’ve got him well-trained,” Cole says when we’re alone. When I look over, he’s smiling wryly.
“Um, it’s not like that. It’s just a casual thing.”
He gives me a look of bewilderment. “Uh, okay, if you say so.”
He’s dressed now and begins packing his equipment away into its case. “You guys in town for long?”
“Not at all. We’re heading back to DC tomorrow.”
“Got it. Well, send me whatever you got from your phone and I’ll send you the video as soon as it’s edited. Probably gonna be next week before I get to it, I have like three more shoots this weekend.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m really grateful, man, editing is the bane of my life. Three shoots? You’re a machine.” I can hear Christian moving around next door, and I really want to go in there and make sure he’s not freaking out now he’s alone.
“Gotta get that money, babe. Me and Charlie are heading out to Europe next month, we’re taking like a month off, so it’s just work work work right now.”
“I get that. Europe sounds great, though.”
“Yeah, it should be cool. We’re gonna travel around for a couple months, hit up France and Germany, Italy and Spain. Then over to London and home.”
“Sounds incredible. Well, have the best time.”
“No doubt.” He’s pulling on a T-shirt now and moves for his shoes.
“Do you… wanna use the shower?”
He waves me off. “Nah, I’m like a ten-minute drive. I’ll get cleaned up at home.”
I’m relieved he isn’t hanging around. When he’s almost at the door, Christian reappears. He has the sleeves of his sweater rolled up and a friendly smile on his face, and I think maybe I’m not giving him enough credit here; he looks totally fine with what went down.
“Chris, really nice to meet you, man,” Cole says, reaching to shake Christian’s hand. “Look after this one.”
“Oh, I will. Thank you for letting me… watch you at work.”
Cole laughs. “Hey, anytime. I’m Ten-inch-Cole on OnlyFans.”
Christian’s cheeks flush, and he looks at me. “Um, right then. Good to know.”
Cole moves to pull me into a bear hug, and the distinct scent of my own sweat fills my nose. “Keep up the good work, Ash. You’re fucking killing it.”
“Um, I’ll try. Thanks again. That was really fun.”
And then he’s gone, chilled, easy energy slipping out of the room with him, leaving Christian and me alone.
“So, what do you fancy to eat?” he asks, wandering across the room. I see him cast a lingering look at the couch as he scoops up the room service menu. “I can place the order while you’re in the bath.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, despite everything in me telling me he’s absolutely fine, telling me not to make this weird.
He lifts his head. “Yes, yes, I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?” His voice is casual but definitely a pitch higher than usual, like he’s trying very hard to reassure me that he is, in fact, alright.
“Um, I dunno, you just watched a live sex show featuring someone you’re intimately involved with, so it wouldn’t be weird if you had some feelings about it. You dipped out of the room pretty fast the moment it was over.”
He clears his throat and glances away from my eyes. “Well, yes, that was a rather pressing concern given the circumstances.”
“The circumstances?”
He gives me a meaningful look which I understand implicitly.
“Oh.”
“Asher, you must know how…” he searches for the word, “affecting you are when you’re… like that.”
I shrug. “I mean, I’d like to know how I affect you when I’m like that.” That’s all I really care about right now. His gaze sharpens as he considers his words a few moments before saying in a rough voice:
“Every single part of you affects me, Asher. Even standing there, stretched from another man’s cock, his taste and scent all over you—I’m on my knees.”
A rush of heat hits me in the face, furnace-like. I swallow. “You’re standing, actually.”
He tosses the menu, and in five strides he’s across the room, where he drops to his knees at my feet. He tilts his head up, eyes dark and hot as burning coals.
“I was very aroused watching you be fucked, exceptionally aroused. I don’t know what sort of man that makes me, but I do wonder if given these proclivities, and given your occupation, it makes you rather perfect for me.”
I blink, stunned. “Rather perfect for you? You know, for someone constantly warning me off, you sure give mixed signals.”
Concern flashes across his face, and he moves to stand, but I move quicker, straddling him where he kneels to keep him where he is. “Don’t,” I say. “Stay here.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight into his body, his head hooking over my shoulder. He sighs. “You like me on my knees.”
“I like you everywhere.”
His hold tightens, and he turns his head to take a deep inhale of the skin at the base of my skull.
“It should drive me insane, smelling him on you, and it does… but Christ, it also makes me want you even more.” I close my eyes and sink into him while he presses tender kisses over my shoulder, across my collarbone, then my throat, to the other shoulder. “How did he feel?”
“Really good…” I whine as he sucks at my pulse point. “But I wished it was you, I always do. I can’t wait to feel you inside me again. I think about your dick all the time.”
He makes some low feral noise and shifts, lowering me onto my back on the carpet, where he quickly tugs off my sweatpants.
“Show me it,” he demands.
I hook my hands behind my knees and lift them, presenting my hole to him.
It feels open and used, wet still from the lube and Cole’s spit, and his eyes darken even further.
“Fuck,” he sighs. “It’s perfect… so perfect.
” And then his finger is rimming it, tender strokes of the sensitive skin around it.
My hole clenches hungrily. When he dips a finger inside me, I grab my dick.
“That’s it, darling, play with yourself for me.
” I do as I’m told, watching in a daze as he pulls himself out of his trousers and begins to jerk off as he continues playing with my hole.
“I think I’m going to come all over this slutty little hole. ”
“Shit. Yes, please.”
He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I pull harder on my dick.
He praises me as he fucks his own fist, praises my skin, my face, my hole, my dick.
I’m perfect, he says, so perfect for him, and the moment I feel his cum, hot and wet on my hole, I bust. More intense than the orgasm with Cole, more intense than most orgasms I’ve ever had, honestly.
Everything with Christian is more intense, more like I’m doing these things for the first time or like this is the first time they matter, where they mean more than sex, more than intimacy even.
Where I connect truly with another person who sees every single part of me, and there’s nothing he doesn’t like.
He crowds over me, fully clothed, and I can feel the damp, hot skin of his cock as it attaches itself, skin to skin, against my thigh.
He kisses one nipple, then the other, before settling next to me on the floor, breathing hard.
I’m spent. Entirely flattened. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to sleep here.
“So you’re… kinda depraved, huh?” I grin.
He laughs a low, sexy laugh and turns his head to meet my eyes. “Oh, I contain multitudes, darling.”
He helps me into the bath and leaves me to it while he calls room service and checks his work emails.
After, we eat in bathrobes on the floor in front of the TV.
Well, I do while he takes a few phone calls in the other room.
After the third, he comes back in looking like he’s just been run over by a truck.
“Everything okay?” I ask as he reaches for a slice of pizza. I’ve laden it with everything on the extras section and extra sauce.