“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.
Twelve
Sterling
I smile up at the ceiling, stretching my arms up with my body. I still feel wrung out from yesterday but in the best way. Sitting up in bed, I shove off the covers and push down my hard cock, knowing my hand won’t be able to compare to Hayden’s. All it will do is leave me more sexually frustrated because I won’t have something filling me around the other side at the same time.
I groan when I press at my hole, rocking my hips, and I toss my head back as I shove my finger not even halfway inside. I’m already sore as it is, and trying to go in there dry isn’t making things better. I add some spit to my hand but it isn’t enough, and all I have is lotion in here.
I let out a sigh and climb off the mattress, tossing on some basketball shorts, and I stop walking when I almost pass bythe shirt I borrowed from Hayden yesterday. Lifting it from the floor, I shove my nose into it and practically turn into a puddle of goo where I stand.
It smells like him and me together. I really like the combination and I’m wishing I had it everywhere. My sheets, blankets, and on everything I own. I want to drive back home with it wrapped around me. I smile, wondering if he’d use his fingers on me in my car so that I can.
No. We can’t do anything here. Too many people are around, and someone is always looking for a person like me to slip up somewhere. It’s why I do my best to keep my private life separate from my work environment. It doesn’t stop fans from digging, though. Anyone could be a crazed stalker too. There have been a few assistants who were selling images of actors showering in shared bathrooms to the tabloids. One even auctioned off a bagel I took a bite of. What’s even crazier is that someone actually bought it for three hundred dollars.
I don’t even care to wonder what someone would want with a half-eaten bagel. Nothing normal, that’s for damn sure. Maybe I should start selling my half-eaten food myself. I laugh at that. If I were to flood the market with it, then there wouldn’t be such a high demand, and I might not have to worry about setting my plate down anymore or throwing away a dirty napkin.
My alarm goes off, pushing away my thoughts, but I dismiss it, setting down Hayden’s shirt before picking it up again. I slip it on, sliding my hands over the front and gazing at myself in the mirror. It’s a little big, but there’s this giddy feeling I get wearing clothes he owns. It’s almost as if he owns me too right now.
What am I even talking about?
Do you hear how you sound in your head right now?