Chapter 11
Eleven
Hayden
He almost wanted to leave, and I knew what I had to do to make him stay.
I needed to show him that he was safe with me.
That he could let go here and be free. For a moment, l was sad that he didn’t have that anywhere else, but it also made it easier for me to make what I have to offer more appealing.
Even if I’m not the good person I’m pretending to be. Stepping stones and all that.
But I did mean what I said about wanting to always make him feel good.
That way when he sees my flaws, they won’t stand out as much.
The skeletons in my closest will come flying out, but he’ll be blindsided by them because of how good everything is between us.
Because of what I can give him with my hands, cock, wonderful listening skills, and camera.
Because of the true star I can make him.
He’ll have zero limitations and won’t have to worry about anyone holding him back anymore while continuing to live a lie.
He spreads out in front of me, his skin flushed and freckles leading me to heaven. Drops of water glisten on his skin, and the sun coming through the window leaves a golden hue behind. He’s like a rainstorm and sunshine all wrapped up in one.
He looks up at me, and I crawl over him. We’re both naked and my cock slides over his, my fatter head pushing precum from him. You wouldn’t have guessed he’d come only minutes ago with how eager his body is. He had one side taken care of but needs the other side taken care of too.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, taking one of his nipples between my teeth and making it pebble in my mouth.
His body writhes between me and the bed, the same as it did for me when I snuck into his trailer while he was sleeping. He needs me now as much as he did then, his body reaching out when it thinks I’m pulling away. I lift my face and kiss his plump, pink lips. “So, so beautiful.”
“Please,” he says, his skin growing warmer against mine.
“Patience, my little star. All good things come to those who wait.”
“Fuck waiting. You made me promises downstairs and you need to fulfill them.”
I laugh and press a kiss to his chin, then I lick my way inside his mouth, our tongues tangling before I pull away, making his lips follow mine. “Stop being a tease already.”
“Only trying to give you a taste of your own medicine.”
“I . . . I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he gasps, eyes half-lidded.
“Sure you do. You said you were going to glaze my pop tart in your trailer, and then you changed your mind after getting me all hot and bothered with all that arm rubbing while you were running alongside me.”
He huffs. “I think someone needs to get his hearing checked because that’s not what I said.”
“Semantics.” I wave my hand around and his stomach jumps as a chuckle leaves his mouth.
“Stop stalling already, or else I’m going to call someone to come get me,” he threatens, his eyes crinkling in the corners.
“And what? Let them see what you’ve been up to here with me?”
“What makes you think they won’t? I know how to spin things to work in my favor. I’m an actor, remember?”
“You’re good, baby boy, but you’re not that good.”
“You have so many nicknames for me.”
“Did you not like them?” I rub our cocks together again, and this time it’s slow and agonizing.
His lips clamp shut, and his chest rises and falls heavily.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.” I roll my hips some more, going back and forth until he’s kicking his legs.
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I see you’ve got nicknames for me too. They aren’t as cute, but we’ll work on that.”
His lips crack into a dopey smile and he slams his hand against my shoulder. “Dumb fucker.”
“Yeah, we’ll definitely have to work on that.”
His laugh echoes around the room. “Will you fuck me faster with your fingers if I call you baby? What about sweetums? Sugar bear?” He taps his chin. “Honeysuckle?
“I didn’t think it was possible for them to get any worse, and yet here we are.”
“Hayden,” he whines, and his voice tenses on the end of my name.
“Okay, okay. I’ll give you want you want now. After all, you’ve been such a good sport.” I climb off him to grab the lube from my nightstand.
“If that’s true, then why are you going in the wrong direction?
” His hand strokes his chest, his head lolling.
Does he know how fucking sexy he is? One of his hands slides to his pretty, straining dick and he pumps it between his fingers as he licks his lips.
Oh yes, he knows, and he’s trying to make me as crazy as I’ve been making him. It’s working too.
“Don’t worry, my little minx. I’m coming.”
“Already? Couldn’t have waited for me?” He tilts his head, lazily tugging at himself and spreading his thighs wider.
I tsk at him, mimicking his movements on my own cock as I thrust it between my fingers, coating it with lube.
“I thought you were starting with your fingers.”
“I am.” I lean a little to the side. “Or . . . did you want me to skip it.”
His eyes bulge. “No . . . I . . . I . . .”
“Relax.” I squeeze his inner thigh and climb back over him. “I’m not fucking you with my cock yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yes. Yet,” I repeat.
“What if I don’t want that?” His head falls back, tilting his chin to the ceiling.
“You will.”
“You can’t know that already.”
“I know a cock-hungry hole when I see one.” I spread his thighs wider with my knees and lift his legs off the bed, folding him up like a damn pretzel.
He lets out a sharp breath, his hole twitching as I pull his cheeks apart.
Lube lands between his cheeks and I rub it in with my fingers. He groans and rocks his hips.
I press a finger in slowly, breaking past his tight ring of muscles, and his tight channel squeezes around me, sucking me in when I get him more wet.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his breaths ragged.
He makes a face of discomfort, his eyes squeezing shut, and his thighs shake as I slip in deeper. I dive in and out a few times before pulling all the way free to slam back in with two fingers.
He makes all kinds of sexy noises as I twist them inside him, brushing the tips of my nails to the place that has him lighting up like a firecracker, skirting around it until he chases my hand in desperation.
He ruts against me, getting tired of being deprived, and he claws the sheets, his scrunched-up face relaxing as his opening eyes fill with bliss.
“Oh, yes. Oh . . .”
“You like getting off on me, beautiful? Look how greedy you are for it.” His movements grow off-kilter as I slam my hand forward, plunging in and out.
He goes rigid, crying and laughing at the same time.
His balls draw up tight, and I press my body against his legs, freeing my other hand to jerk my cock as I watch my fingers move inside him.
His hole is so abused looking, gaping open at my intrusion as we make the filthiest sounds together.
My pants match his, and as he’s thrashing around, one of his hands grabs at his hair as his eyes roll back in his head.
My cock pulses in my hand and his hole grips my fingers tighter.
I imagine it’s what’s pulling on my cock and I come on a groan.
My orgasm wets his cock and he’s letting go right behind me, his lips lifting in a lazy smile.
“Fuck, that was hot.” His hands press to his face and he arches his body, and I lower him to the bed, licking up the mess we made together, the taste of both of us exploding on my tongue.
“No wait . . . that’s hot. Oh my fuck. I can’t believe you just did that. Why do I like that so much?”
I laugh, lapping at his stomach and belly button. “Because it’s . . . what did you call it? Hot.”
His head rocks from side to side. “You’re ridiculous.”
“It’s what you said, isn’t it?” I tease and roll my finger over his cock head, suckling at the tip.
“Mmm . . . that feels too good. Like it’s too much.”
“You’re sensitive there after coming twice in a row.”
“I’m sensitive everywhere.” He stretches out his limbs, his lips parting as he sucks in a sharp intake of air before slowly exhaling.
“Are you?” I purse my lips, reaching between his legs and rubbing over his swollen bud, and he jolts.
“Stop that.”
“You won’t be saying that later.”
“Later,” he repeats the last word I said and then his eyes widen. “Shit, what time is it?”
“I don’t know but the sun is starting to go down.”
“Shit, shit.” He sits up, searching around the room. “I think half my clothes are downstairs.”
“I’ll let you borrow some of mine until I can get yours back to you clean and dry.”
He lets out a relieved breath. “Yeah, okay. We should head back soon.”
“Want to shower first?”
He ponders the question for a few beats. “I think I should wait until I’m back at the studio. I can take a quick one in my dressing room.”
“Is that an invite?” I say jokingly and his face pales.
“I . . . I wasn’t—”
“I’m messing with you, movie star. You can use the bathroom down the hall to get cleaned up and there’ll be a pair of clothes waiting for you outside the door.”
“Okay, thank you.”
“Sure thing.” I squeeze his shoulder and he flinches away when I lean in to kiss him.
“Sorry . . . I . . . I wasn’t expecting that I guess, and—”
“It’s okay,” I say before he can finish. I totally get it. I can shove my fingers inside you, but kissing is too intimate.”
“You’re going to think I’m insane, but that’s usually how my brain works. Because it has felt that way before, so I usually have this stupid no kissing on the mouth rule.”
“So you’re saying it feels that way now?”
He bites his lip and then shakes his head. “It doesn’t, but I only pulled away because it’s throwing me for a new one, flipping my whole world on its axis.”
“Is that your weird way of telling me to try again?” I quirk a smile.
“I . . . yeah.” He tugs at the top of his hair, squeezing his eyes together with his mouth bunching up. “I guess I’m ridiculous too, just in a different way.”
“Nah, this is all new to you. That’s all. I definitely get that.”
“Being with guys isn’t new to you, is it? You seemed too seasoned for that, so I assumed . . . I figured…”
I shake my head quickly. “It’s not. But it’s my first time wanting someone this much.”
“Me too.” His eyes shine, and everything about him right now has me fucking swooning.
I close the distance between us, sliding my hand around the back of his head, and smash our mouths together. Our tongues dance, and when we break away, we’re both breathless. I nip at his bottom lip and he smiles.
“You were right, you know.”
“About?” I tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“The next time you touch me down there . . .” His eyes turn down and his cheeks burn a pretty crimson color. “I want it to be with your cock.”
“I want that too.” And so much more. I want everything with him.
I’m the one being impatient now, I know I am.
He just makes me want so badly, and it took so much will power not to shove my cock into him tonight.
But I’m too close to gaining all his trust to lose it now.
I need to have every bit of it in the beginning, and once I do, he’ll be in so deep he won’t even be able to tell when I end up doing something to break it.
I’m really not a good guy, and though it might be what he thinks he deserves, that type of person could never be enough for him.