50. Kieran #3
“So, like I was saying, since our boyfriends are best friends, we’re best friends now too. I can go first if you’d like.”
“Sure,” I agree with a laugh.
There’s something about Blake’s positive energy that is really endearing.
He goes on to tell me all about his life—his dog, Lucky, his best friend, Chad, his sports obsession—which now brings me back to the blind dating with BB—and how excited he is for Liam’s farm.
After his full report, I give him a similar one about me—my business, Freddie, how Jace and I picked up cross-stitching—leaving out the whole, Jace was my bully and now we’re only pretending to date except maybe I’m enjoying it more than I should be part.
Eventually, Jace and Liam join us again and the show provides dinner, forcing us all to sit around a giant table before finally allowing us to return to our apartments.
After showering—separately, unfortunately—Jace and I continue our cross-stitching attempts. I’ve made it my personal mission to become an amazing cross-stitcher.
“I feel like my artistic skills should be transferring more than they actually are,” I complain, holding out the cactus I’m working on to look at it from another angle.
Jace looks over at my attempt. “I think you’re doing an amazing job with that penis, but I personally would have chosen a different color,” he deadpans.
I burst out laughing. “I thought I was finally getting the hang of it, too.”
“Do you think it doesn’t look realistic enough? I could offer myself up as a model, but we might need to move into the bedroom,” he teases.
“Was that one of your ideas from last night?” Fuck, why is flirting with him so easy?
His gaze heats as it flickers between my eyes and my mouth. “Oh, I would love to tell you more about my ideas,” he suggests, raising his eyebrows suggestively. “Have we been out here for long enough? Can we actually go into our room?”
I look at the clock, and sure, it’s not exactly late yet, but after spending so much of my day around a half-naked Jace, I’ve been pretty excited about the possibility of a repeat.
I’d intended to put up more of a fight, but after realizing that Jace and I might actually be friends now, I don’t have it in me to protest. I want him.
“Follow me,” I say, standing before I make my way into the bedroom out of the camera’s view. With each step, my desperation seems to grow, blood rushing to my dick as I anticipate what we’re about to do.
He hurries behind me, and the second he shuts the door, I push him back against it.
We still have a lot to talk about when it comes to sex, especially since he surprised me with his preference to bottom, so I should probably start there, but once again, I’m desperate for him and am quickly losing my patience.
“Rapid fire, total honesty before we do anything else tonight. I love bottoming, definitely prefer something in my ass, am very into the taunting and praise combo you started last time, and I missed you calling me a cockslut like you did in high school. It’s hot, and I like it rough.”
He stares at me for a quick moment, and then nods as a smile spreads across his face.
“Uh… uh,” he stutters. “Sorry, just trying to process what you said first. I wasn’t prepared for all that.
Okay, like I said last night, I really did enjoy topping you.
I’m surprised by how much, to be honest, but I also really like bottoming.
And yeah, I know, I’m a bigger guy so people expect me to want the opposite, but if I had to only choose one, then yeah, I’d rather you fuck me.
I also love giving and receiving oral, as you might remember. ”
“Oh, I remember,” I smirk. “I’ve been thinking about what you said last night all day. I agree that having a physical relationship would have its benefits.”
“So many benefits,” he quickly agrees. “Are you still sore? Do you want me to blow you again?”
As much as I really do want that, I like the push and pull of our dynamic even more. And I like knowing I’m the one driving my partner wild—driving Jace wild. Dropping to my knees, I look up at him. “I think it’s my turn.”
“Really? Fuck yes. My cock has missed you so much, K.”
I waste no time unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxer briefs. He’s even more mouthwatering up close than I remember. His tip is wet with precum, and I lean forward to suck his straining cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kieran, you on your knees for me is a sight I’ll never be tired of,” he mutters, and my chest flutters because I never thought I’d be here again. I didn’t think I’d ever want to be, but there’s no denying it now that I do.
Instead of responding with words, I swirl my tongue around him, tasting the salt and heat and desperation. His thighs twitch, and his hands hover like he wants to grab my hair, but he’s refraining.
“Don’t hold back. Rough, remember?” I assure him before taking him back into my mouth.
He threads his fingers through my hair until he has a good grip on the back of my head, groaning as he starts fucking my face.
“God, you already look so filthy, K. I wish you could see yourself like this.” He pushes deeper, and I gag a little as I manage to hold him in my throat, spit leaking out the corners of my mouth.
“You love it, don’t you?” he growls, hips rolling against my mouth as I suck him. “You’ve always been such a slut, so eager for me, even when you claim to hate me. You’re so perfect like this, darling. Perfect for me.”
The sting of the words and the sweetness of the praise collide in my chest, making me ache in the best way. My eyes water as I take him further, throat tightening around him. His breath hitches before he lets out a moan.
“Look at you, so fucking beautiful with your lips stretched around me, gagging on my dick. Are you always this much of a slut? Or is it just with me?” He frees one hand from my hair, moving it almost reverently to hold my face, wiping away an escaped tear with his thumb.
“I’d like to pretend it’s just for me, that you’ve always been my pretty little cockslut. ”
A shiver runs down my spine at the words no one has said to me in over a decade, and I groan around his cock, sucking him like it’s the first time all over again. My own erection is begging to be freed, and I make a move to unbutton my pants, but he bumps my hand with his leg.
“What do you think you’re doing? Good boys don’t touch themselves, K.”
I look up at him through my lashes with pleading eyes, desperate to do just that.
“Actually,” he says with a smirk, “I think you’ve had enough. My turn.”