53. Jace #2
“Uh… hi, Freddie,” I say, feeling awkward as I wave at the cat. I swear I hear one of the camera guys snicker behind me, but I’m not going to ruin their shot by glaring at him. They’d only insist on staying here even longer.
“You can pet him, he’s friendly,” Kieran suggests, so I hesitantly reach out my hand to stroke down his back. He’s very soft, even more than I was expecting. I bet it’d be nice to cuddle up with him. He lets out a little meow when I pet him again.
“Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a meow in person before,” I admit. “It’s got to be the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Have you never been around a cat?” Kieran clarifies.
“I’ve never been around any pets, really,” I admit. “Freddie seems pretty cool though.”
“Yeah, he’s the best. It might seem kind of silly to admit, but spending time with him helps me so much. He’s the perfect reminder that there’s a whole world outside of my phone and social media.”
I nod, loving how open Kieran is being with me as I continue to pet Freddie. “Thanks for looking out for my guy,” I whisper to the cat, earning a chuckle from Kieran.
“Do you want me to show you around?” he offers, and I nod, eager to film whatever we have to.
Hopefully after a quick tour, the people from the show can leave, and I can see if I have any shot of hooking up with Kieran tonight.
There were a few times at the award ceremony that I caught him checking me out or staring at me with what I think was desire, so I’m really hoping that means he wants to do more tonight.
After pointing out some things in the main living space, he takes me around to each of the bedrooms. The first one is a guest room, but the second one isn’t what I’m expecting.
“Holy shit, is this where you film?” I ask. I don’t know why I didn’t think about where he’d be doing that, but I immediately recognize the room from all his videos. “This is so fucking cool!” I look around at everything I’ve seen online. “Can you do my makeup in here next time?”
Kieran huffs a laugh. “I just can’t get over that you’re actually a fan.”
I actually help run your biggest fan page. But now’s not the time for that fun bit of trivia. “How could anyone not be a fan of you?” I say instead.
“Oh, the haters still exist, trust me.”
“Those comments always piss me off,” I can’t help but add. “I wish that there was a better way to prevent those people from interacting.”
“You and me both,” he agrees.
The next bedroom has a lot of the behind-the-scenes equipment and products.
I assume we’re gonna go look at the last bedroom, but Kieran surprises me by leading us all back into the main living space.
“Alright, everyone, you’ve got what you need.
I’d rather you not be here when we go into my bedroom. ”
Fuck, if that wasn’t one of the hottest things anyone’s ever said. I really hope he means that and isn’t just saying it for the cameras.
“You heard the man, we’ll see you tomorrow. Byyye,” I say, escorting them quickly to the door and locking it behind them the moment they’re gone. I spin to face Kieran with a raised brow. “Is it time for the bedroom tour?” I ask in a suggestive tone.
Kieran is biting his lip and twisting one of his earrings as he looks up at me, heat shining in his eyes.
“I’ve been thinking a lot since we mentioned our preferences.
I have no idea if I’m going to like it, but ever since we talked about it, I haven’t been able to shake the thought of what it would be like to fuck you,” he says confidently.
Holy shit.
I definitely wasn’t expecting that.
I feel like I’m frozen in place, unable to process what he just said to me, but I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Bedroom. Now,” is all I can get out before I’m practically running there.
The second we’re inside, I loosen my tie, yanking it off as I watch him strip off his jacket.
I want to kiss him. Everything in me wants to kiss him.
“Tonight was amazing. I’m endlessly impressed by you, K.
You were so hot on that stage,” I say as I walk toward him, leaving only a couple of inches of space between us.
He looks at my lips, then back to my eyes, and I can’t tell if he’s thinking the same thing I am, if he wants this as badly as I do.
But there are no cameras on us, no reason for him to pretend.
I want to just lean forward, but I can’t break his rule without his approval. “Can I kiss you?” I ask softly.
He swallows, throat bobbing as he looks at me with a range of emotion in his eyes.
If his answer isn’t an enthusiastic “yes please” then I don’t want to push him before he’s ready.
“Never mind, we don’t have to,” I assure him with a smile, hoping I didn’t ruin the moment.
“I want you to fuck me. What made you change your mind, darling?” I ask, brushing his hair back and out of his face because I can’t stop myself from touching him.
I’m not sure if I imagine the flicker of disappointment on his face, but whatever his reaction, he quickly shakes it off as he reaches for my belt.
“Well, I was thinking about how surprised I was that you hadn’t topped in so long, and still managed to fuck me like you did.” He smirks before continuing. “I figured, if you could do that, then I’d probably be even better.”
My face breaks out into a huge grin as I laugh at the cocky smile on his face. “Are we going to have some sort of competition to see who’s the better top?”
“Bragging rights, baby, we’ve always done our best fucking through taunts.” He winks.
My thoughts linger on the word baby, and for a second, it undoes me.
I know it was just part of his taunt, but it makes something inside me feel like it’s bursting open.
The glass box I’ve tried to keep my feelings trapped inside—although I’m sure they’re visible for all to see—is cracking, shattering open with that one simple word.
I’ve stuck with calling him “darling” as much as I can because it felt more…
common, I don’t know. I’ve heard people use it more casually, even if that’s never how I meant it.
But fuck, do I want to be his baby, just like I want him to be mine.
Baby feels more intimate, more real, and when I called him that last time, he never told me to stop. Maybe I can try again.
I want to tell him how I feel, how much I don’t want this to end, but now isn’t the time for that. Especially since he wants to fuck me. So I force myself to focus on what Kieran’s saying. “Let’s see what you’ve got, baby,” I taunt back, the word feeling wrong said like that, but I do it anyway.
“Get naked,” he commands, snapping my belt open, and heat coils in my stomach. Kieran’s always been a little bossy, but something about the way he’s taking control now makes my body jolt with anticipation.
I oblige, stripping down. My skin prickles with the thrill of being under his gaze, and when I glance at him, he’s already tugging his own clothes off.
His cock strains against the fabric of his briefs, thick and obviously hard behind the thin fabric.
He doesn’t rush though. Instead, he turns to open his bedside drawer, pulling out lube and condoms, and setting them on the nightstand.
“Now,” he says, smirking as he looks back at me, “I could bend you over the dresser like you did to me.” His eyes rake over me before he tilts his chin toward the bed. “But I think I can do even better. I want to take my time. On the bed. Get on all fours. Ass up.”
My mouth goes dry as I climb onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my palms as I spread my knees and arch my back, offering myself to him in a way I’ve fantasized about for years.
Behind me, I hear Kieran squirting lube on his fingers before the mattress dips as he kneels behind me, and then his hand slides over the curve of my ass, squeezing once before spreading me open. It feels so vulnerable to be positioned like this for him, but I want Kieran to see all of me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, more to himself than me, and I flush at the raw hunger in his tone. “Your ass has always been a fucking dream.”
His slick fingers trace teasingly over my hole, circling and stroking, until I’m squirming. Then he pushes in, easing me open with steady pressure.
A shiver tears down my spine as he works me slowly. One finger becomes two, stretching me until I’m panting and groaning, rocking back against his hand.
“You feel that?” His voice is low, taunting, almost smug. “You’re opening up for me so easily. You’re desperate to be full of me, aren’t you? You always called me a slut, but you’re just as bad.”
I groan, clenching around his fingers, because he’s right. Every thrust of his hand makes me burn with the need for more, and he knows it.
“God, you’re perfect like this,” he says, confidence dripping from every word as his thumb presses down, stroking right below my hole in rhythm with his fingers. “I could keep you here all night. Begging.”
I would let him. I would do whatever he wanted me to. I love the way he talks when he’s in control—I used to hate how much I wanted to give him everything, but now it feels right. I want to give him exactly what he’s asking for.
“Actually, don’t move,” he says firmly. “And that means don’t touch yourself. We’re both going to get what we want tonight.”
He jumps off the bed, his briefs clinging to his ass perfectly as I watch him go into the bathroom. He comes back out with a toy in his hand. “What is that?” I ask. It doesn’t look like a dildo, but it’s definitely not a butt plug, either.
“A prostate massager,” he says, and my face must show my confusion because he laughs.
“It’s really intense, like that spine-tingling orgasm, basically does exactly what it says it will—massages your prostate.
This way, we both get something in our ass.
You can try it another night, but tonight, I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down tomorrow. ”
He strips out of his underwear and quickly lubes up his fingers before working himself open for just a minute or so.
I’m mentally kicking myself for not being the one to prep him, but getting to watch him blows me away.
He looks so sexy on his knees with his head back, reaching behind him to work the toy in.
He’s mesmerizing, especially with the way his dark blue eye shadow plays up the dramatic angles of his face, and the glint of silver jewelry on his eyebrow and his earrings somehow highlight his natural beauty.
“You gonna keep eye fucking me or you want me to actually fuck you, hot shot?” he asks as he rolls the condom on and lubes himself up.
“Show me what you’ve got, K,” I taunt as he crawls up the bed behind me.