Chapter Eight
Dade
Iwas, generally, a patient man. I was also known for taking action when forward motion was required.
“Let’s save the kinky talk for another night. I have…plans for you.”
He quirked an eyebrow.
I grazed my hand down his chest, along his hip, all the way to his flaccid cock. I squeezed.
“Uh, I think I told you refractory periods are a thing.”
Undaunted, I stroked him, enjoying the wrinkly, soft skin beneath my fingertips.
His breath caught. His cock lengthened. His face pinkened. “Making a liar out of me?”
“Oh, you can take as long as you need.” I offered a cheeky smile. “We’ve got all night. And since you gave everyone the day off tomorrow—which I’m going to make certain you take for yourself as well—we can go at this for as long as it takes.”
He hardened fractionally under my ministrations.
I grinned. “Shall we take this to bed?”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “That would be…perfect.”
“Awesome. Now, I assume you have supplies—”
He coughed. “Uh, yes. Not even expired.”
I tweaked his nose. “You had to think about that.”
“Not going to lie…I took a moment to consider.”
Drawing my fingers along his chest, I offered a smile. “I’m clean. Was tested a couple of months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Shock registered on his face as his jaw dropped.
“What, you think I’m a man whore?”
“No.” His denial came swiftly. “Just…you’re a virile young man. Gorgeous. Self-confident. How can you be single?”
I chuckled. “I haven’t met the right man.”
Until now.
Wait. One. Second. Was I thinking of Horatio beyond this ridiculous fake relationship we’d established? Beyond the lies we’d implied to those around him? Because, after only a week’s acquaintance, we couldn’t possibly be headed in that direction. Could we?
“Dade?”
I leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. “Bed, Horatio. I plan to do wicked things to you.”
He smiled. “I thought I was going to, uh…”
“Fuck me?”
He nodded.
“Oh, that’s just the start.” I was a creative man. I could come up with all kinds of things to do to him. If I had my way, we’d stay in bed until Tuesday morning.
After holding my gaze for a long moment, he gently removed my hand from his cock, and went over to the bed.
I moved to the opposite side, and we tossed the extra throw pillows to the ground. Then, at the same time, we dove under the covers. I got to the middle a fraction earlier and used my leverage to pull him under me. Our gazes clashed.
“Like that, is it?” He grinned.
“Oh, I’m a bossy bottom, and you’re not the least bit surprised.”
He nipped my jaw. “Not the least bit. And I like it.”
Again, he wasn’t giving me a line. I was certain of it.
In fact, I’d lay down good money that he’d never lie to me.
That just wasn’t in his DNA. Honesty poured from his pores.
Which made me happy because I was much the same.
I didn’t bother with artifice or trying to hide my emotions.
Better to lay all my cards on the table and to be rejected right away than trying to play games until the real me appeared and only then be rejected for that.
I grazed my hand down his flank, landing it on his ass. I teased his crack. “You like ass play?”
He raised an eyebrow. “As a matter of fact, I’m not averse to it. I’m friends with my prostate. I just happen to prefer to be on top.” He nuzzled my neck. “Because imagining how tight you’re going to be around me is feeding me all kinds of fantasies.”
“Yum. Fantasies. Woohoo.” I pressed my cock against his. I’d pretty much remained hard since giving him that magnificent blow job, and I was quite happy to find him perking up. “Seems you’re not as old as you think.”
After nuzzling me again, he bit my collarbone.
“Hey?”
“You’re being impudent.” He winced. “Marks, right? You’re in the movies, and—”
“I know some great makeup artists.”
“Like Kelci.”
“Yeah, like Kelci. And I’m not working right now.”
“You will be.” He met my gaze with an intensity I rarely saw from him. “You did an amazing job tonight. Hell, I haven’t even thanked you—”
I cut off his gratitude with a passionate kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and demanded reciprocity. Our tongues duelled as I tried, in every way I knew, to show him how much his gratitude, although appreciated, wasn’t necessary.
I slid my hand between our bodies to encircle his cock. Yes, a very interested piece of flesh.
He moaned.
I squeezed.
He squirmed.
I laughed.
Then, with more strength than I would’ve ascribed him, he flipped us so I lay on my back. “Oof.”
“You okay?”
“Oh yeah, just a little surprised you can manage that maneuver.” I almost commented on his age, but that seemed to be a sore spot with him.
I honestly didn’t care. I’d dated a guy almost a decade older than him.
And one of the guys last year’d been barely legal.
Willing and with a sharp mind were my only criteria, and even the latter could be flexible under certain circumstances.
I loved men. I loved sex. I loved intimacy.
Being with another person and cuddling with a movie meant as much as hot-and-sweaty fucking.
“What are you thinking, Dade?” Horatio gazed into my eyes, the green of his irises almost eclipsed entirely by the blown pupils.
“That I can’t wait for you to be inside me. That it’ll mean so much.”
That it would mean everything.
“Yeah, okay.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Do you want to prep yourself, or—”
“Will you do it?”
“Of course.” He stroked my cheek. “Whatever you want, okay? You just let me know.” After a long moment, apparently reading my acquiescence, he rolled off me.
I missed his heat. Still, I propped myself up and, as he coated his fingers with lube, I held my knees up, exposing myself to him.
“Beautiful.” He said the words on a soft exhalation.
Somehow, deep in my soul, I knew he wasn’t talking about my physical attractiveness. No, he meant my willingness to open myself to him. To be vulnerable. To be willing to take a chance. Take a risk.
Slowly, with great care, he opened me.
When he hit my prostate, I grinned. “A man after my heart.”
He leaned forward to press a kiss to my lips. “A man besotted.”
For a fleeting moment, I wished he’d said he loved me.
Which made no sense. And before I could even complete the thought, he withdrew his fingers. He rolled on a condom, slathered on more lube, and lined himself up.
Our gazes met.
I nodded.
Ever so slowly, he pressed in.
The burn caught me off-guard. I breathed through it though, and once his head was in completely, I let out a breath of relief.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
He nodded, catching his lower lip between his teeth. Then, with exquisite care, he slid farther into me.
My body accommodated him. Welcomed him. The feeling of rightness overwhelmed and threatened to bring me to my knees. Good thing I was lying down.
When he was fully seated, I pressed up, questing for a kiss.
He gave me one. Deep, long, and passionate.
Everything I could’ve asked for. “Now, will you fuck me?”
He chuckled. “So impatient.”
I slid my hands down his back to grab his ass. Then I wrapped my legs around his hips. “Don’t be gentle.”
And yet, despite my plea, he was exquisitely gentle. Tender. Kind. In the end, he undid me. I’d never been cherished like this before. Had never been shown so much care. Had never been treated like a treasure.
When I climaxed, the orgasm washed over me in gentle, never-ending waves. “Horatio.” His name came out as both a plea and a promise.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He thrust twice more, then held himself over me, gazing into my eyes.
For just a moment, I saw my future.
And it didn’t scare me.