by L. A. Witt
“I think it does. Your scenes always seem a lot less…” He paused for a long moment. “I don’t even know. They just seem different.”
“In a good way?”
“Very.”
“Well, that’s encouraging. They’re still tough as fuck to film.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Everyone always says filming sex is nothing like having sex. I figured that was true—hell, I hoped it was true—but before this weekend, didn’t have anything to compare it to.”
Brian’s breath stuttered subtly. We exchanged glances, and my heart sped up. Of course it had only been a few hours since we’d fooled around in his shower, but somehow mentioning it out loud made it seem like it had been way, way too long since we’d touched. And it seemed like way, way too soon that I’d be flying back to LA instead of spending more time between the sheets with Brian. And we were still out in public where we couldn’t so much as share a quick kiss or hold hands.
He swallowed. So did I.
Then he cleared his throat. “You know, if we take off now, we can get out of the city before the baseball game lets out. Beat the traffic.”
I nodded, maybe more vigorously than I needed to. “That sounds like a good idea. Let’s go.”
And on the way to the car, we walked just a little bit faster.
~*~
Thanks to traffic—so much for beating the baseball crowd—it was a solid hour and a half before we jogged up Brian’s porch steps. He fumbled with his keys while Lola barked and bounced on the other side of the door.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said. “Calm down, calm down.”
She didn’t calm down. She spun in circles, yipping and whining.
“Oh, come on. We weren’t gone that long.” He reached into a cannister by the coat rack, pulled out a couple of dog biscuits, and tossed them to her. That did the trick. As soon as she was occupied, Brian turned to me and murmured, “Finally.” Before I could respond, he pushed me up against the wall, kissing me deeply and grinding against me. This was definitely nothing like filming a sex scene. We were both fully hard and making no attempt to hide it; his erection rubbed mine, and I kneaded his ass while we explored each other’s mouths.
I loved when Brian was turned on. He could be so shy sometimes, but the minute we started making out, he took charge. He was aggressive and even a little demanding. He fucking melted me.
God, he must be so hot when he—
I broke the kiss and blurted, “Fuck me.”
Brian made a sound that was half-groan, half-growl, and rutted harder against me. “You want me to?”
I nodded. “Yes. Right now.”
This time, it was closer to a moan or even a whimper, and then he kissed me again. He was practically shaking now. Or maybe that was me. Both? Whatever. I held him close, digging my fingers into his ass cheeks as we made out. God, yes. I wanted him. I wanted him to bend me over, push that cock into me, and show me what it felt like to be fucked. Slow, fast, hard, easy—didn’t matter. I just wanted him, and I wanted him now.
Then Lola whined and scratched at the door.
Brian broke the kiss and glanced at her. I bit back my frustration; it wasn’t her fault, and she probably did need to go outside.
Then he looked in my eyes, and he grinned. “I’ve got an idea.”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t want to stop, but I need to take her around the block so she doesn’t tear up the house.” He slid his hands down over my hips. “So I’m going to go do that, and you’re going to go upstairs and get ready for me.”
I shivered between him and the wall. “Ready? What do you mean?”
“I want you naked.” His lips grazed mine. “You’ve taken toys before, so you know how much prep you need.”
I gulped. It took a moment to make sense of what he was saying, but when my brain caught up, I nodded.
We separated, both making frustrated noises and exchanging a long look—more like a leer—before I went upstairs.
Alone in his bedroom, I had to fight back a sudden stampede of nerves. When we were kissing and grinding together, it was easy to say I wanted him and that I wanted to do everything. But did I? Was I sure? Was it Brian I wanted, or was I just tired of still being a virgin at twenty-eight?
I met my reflection’s eyes in the mirror above his dresser.
Well, Adam? Do you want this or not?
Downstairs, the front door shut, and I heard Brian’s voice outside.
“Settle down, kiddo.” He was laughing, and I could almost see him being dragged down the stairs by his excited dog. “The ducks aren’t going anywhere.”
I smiled, warmth rushing through me and burning away the doubts. Brian was sexy as hell, but he was also a good guy. There was no pressure from him. I’d known him all of forty-eight hours, and I had zero doubt that if he walked back in here and I said I didn’t want to go through with it, he wouldn’t push.
Which made me want him that much more.
So, heart racing, I started getting undressed.
I had no idea how long Brian and Lola were gone, only that when the door opened downstairs, I was definitely ready for him. Lying back on his bed, legs apart, I had two lubed fingers sliding in and out of my ass, and if he didn’t come up here and put his cock in me, we were going to need the fire department.
Brian’s footsteps on the stairs made my heart pound harder. I bit my lip as I kept fingering myself.
Come on, baby. I need you. Right now. Right fucking—
He opened the bedroom door, and I stared at him as he stared at me. His lips parted and his eyes widened, and I swore he was unsteady on his feet as he shut the door behind him. “That… that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I licked my lips. “You really want to just look?”
Brian swallowed. Without a word, he took off his shirt. As he stripped, I couldn’t stop staring at the thick ridge of his cock under his jeans. Once his jeans and briefs were out of the way, the sight of his fully hard dick made my toes curl.
He came around to the side of the bed and took the box of condoms out of the drawer where I’d found the lube. It probably only took him a second to put it on, but I was going out of my mind over here, wanting and needing him buried in me. I’d gone my entire life without doing this, and now I didn’t want to wait another minute. I knew how good it could feel to have something inside me, and I was fucking starving to feel that delicious penetration with another person.
Eyes locked on mine, Brian climbed onto the bed beside me. As he leaned over me and kissed me, he gently nudged my wrist. I slid my fingers free, fully expecting him to get all the way on top and slide his cock inside.
Instead, he pushed his own fingers in. I whimpered against his lips. How was it this much hotter when he was doing exactly what I’d been doing a second ago? Probably because now I was kissing him and getting fingered. And because it was fucking hot to realize someone else was touching me like this. A gorgeous man with an amazing kiss was naked, playing with my ass, and already wearing a rubber so he could fuck me. Oh yeah. This was a million times hotter than handling everything myself.
He kissed his way down to my neck, and I held onto him for dear life as his lips and his fingers drove me wild. As much as I wanted him buried in me, this was too sexy to pass up. I arched under him, gripping his shoulders as my hips moved on their own, rolling to complement the steady motions of his hand. I still hadn’t gotten over the novelty of his warm skin against mine, or his weight even partway on top of me, or just… everything. Being naked and intimate with another person. With him.
After God knew how long, he lifted his head and murmured, “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Oh yeah,” I whispered. “So ready.”
He grinned and slipped his fingers free. Sitting up, he found the lube bottle and opened the top. After he’d put a generous amount on his cock and in my hole, he said, “Turn onto your stomach.”
“Onto my—” I hesitated. “So, not like this?”
I was a little disappointed at the thought of not being able to see his face or kiss him, but I took him at his word and rolled over.
And almost immediately, my disappointment was gone. Brian moved on top of me. That alone made my pulse race. Just being under him shouldn’t have been such a turn-on, but there it was.
The slick head of his cock met my crack, and I gasped. He guided himself closer and slid his cock up and down a few times before lining it up with my hole. The blunt pressure was familiar from all the times I’d done this alone, but having his hot, solid body on top of me while his cock was pressing against my ass? Oh God.
“Relax,” he whispered, breath warming my ear. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“I know.” I pressed my forehead into the pillow, closed my eyes, and breathed as slowly and evenly as I could. My body started to relax, and the head of Brian’s dick eased past the tight muscles. I’d always loved how it felt when a toy first slid in, and it was no different now. If anything, it was better. Way better.
Brian sighed, shivering on top of me, and pulled out. Then he pushed in again, and this time, worked himself deeper, but only a little before he stopped. He lowered himself a bit and kissed the side of my neck. “If it hurts, we can stop.”
“It doesn’t. It… it feels good.” I swallowed, arching up just so I could feel his skin against mine. “Really good.”
“Mmm,” he purred beneath my ear, and he pulled out and pushed in again. It only took a few more strokes before he was moving smoothly and easily, swearing under his breath every time he bottomed out inside me. “This feel good?”
I gripped the pillow and moaned. “Yeah. Fuck.”
He shifted a little, and came down so his weight was almost resting on top of me. I shivered. Yes, this was perfect. He was touching me all over, and every stroke he took pushed my cock into the sheet, creating the most mind-blowing friction. It only got better when he picked up just a little bit of speed. Taking a toy was fine and good, but it had nothing on being covered by, surrounded by, ridden by this man who was making the sexiest sounds in my ear as he fucked me into the mattress. It wasn’t just his cock moving in me. Every time he pulled out or pushed in, I could feel his entire body—his abs, his arms, his legs, his hips—and every time he shuddered or moaned or cursed, it reverberated through me until I swore I could feel everything he felt on top of everything I felt. I wanted to cry for no other reason than I was completely and totally overwhelmed. I wanted him to keep doing it just like this, and I wanted him to do it slower so I could savor every nerve ending’s response, and I wanted him to take me as fast and hard as he could so I’d fucking explode like I already needed to do.
He kissed my neck. “You feel so good.”
“S-so do you.” Shit, I was practically crying. “Christ, Brian…”
“Next… next time I see you,” he panted, voice hoarse and strained. “I want to switch.” He bit the spot he’d kissed, and then growled, “I want you to fuck me just like I’m fucking you now.”
Suddenly I was simultaneously bottoming and imagining topping, and a sound like a sob escaped my lips as I tried to rock my hips and encourage him to ride me harder. “Yes,” I whimpered. “I… I want…” I shuddered hard, pressing my back into his chest. “Anything.”
Groaning softly, he fucked me just a little harder, enough to almost make me choke on my own breath. His breath hitched. Then again. His rhythm faltered. “Oh God…”
I was so close already, and the sound of him getting ready to lose it made me let go, and I came as Brian’s thrusts fell apart and his breathing turned into sharp, whispered curses. Nothing in the world could ever be as intense as losing myself to a powerful orgasm while he came too. When we both finally relaxed, we trembled and gasped for breath like we’d just run a marathon. I pressed my forehead into the mattress. He rested his on my shoulder.
And with Brian still buried inside me, and the aftershocks of my orgasm still rippling through me, we just breathed.
Chapter 20
Brian
I had just enough coordination to lift myself up, pull out, and drop onto my back beside Adam. The condom could wait for a second. I needed the room to stop swaying first.
Adam turned his head toward me, but he stayed on his stomach. Our eyes met, and my spine straightened. Were those… tears?
I rolled onto my side. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No.” He smiled drunkenly. “Oh my God, no. You didn’t think I was enjoying that?”
“No, I did. I just…” I gestured at my own eyes.
He brought up a shaky hand, dabbed at his eyes, and looked at his fingers curiously. Then he laughed. “Damn. Does that happen a lot?”
“Sometimes.” I relaxed a bit. “But it can also happen when it hurts, so…”
Adam smiled. He pushed himself up and leaned close for a light kiss. “It didn’t hurt. Promise.”
“Good.” I touched his face. “Any time you want to do that again, I’m game.”
“Noted. And are you serious about bottoming?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” I instantly broke out in goose bumps just thinking about it. “Absolutely.”
“Mmm. We may need to plan our next visit sooner than later, then.”
“Agreed.” I glanced down. “Let me get rid of this. I’ll be right back.” I got up on shaking legs and paused. “Actually, we could share another shower if you want. I’m covered in sweat.”
“Yeah, me too.” He rolled onto his side and looked down at himself. “And cum.”
I laughed. “Come on. Shower.”
Adam struggled even more than I did to get on his feet, but he managed. He was still unsteady when we got into the shower, so of course I wrapped my arms around him and let him lean against me. Didn’t hurt that we were also kissing. And hell, even if we hadn’t been, I’d have been perfectly happy. I loved having my arms around him. I loved how effortless it was to be this intimate with him. We’d met under the strangest and least likely of circumstances, and now it felt like we’d known each other forever and were completely comfortable with each other. In the space of two days, he had absolutely gone from Adam Jacobsen the movie star I’d sort of briefly met to… Adam. My starstruck fanboy was dormant and quiet now. All that was left was me, the guy who couldn’t get enough of Adam, the guy it made perfect sense for me to be kissing and touching, and who happened to be a movie star when we weren’t busy in bed.
As we held each other now, naked and satisfied under the hot water, I suspected we weren’t done for the night. Even while I was lethargic post-orgasm, the hunger for him never quite went away. All he’d have to do was give me a few minutes and then give me a look, and I’d be ready for him all over again. Especially since he was leaving soon, and I didn’t know when I’d see him again.
I loosened my embrace and met his eyes. “So, meeting up again…”
His eyebrows rose. “You still want to?”
“Hell yeah. Do you?”
“Definitely.” He slid his wet palms up my chest and grinned. “The sooner the better.”
A little thrill zinged through me. “When and where?”
Adam’s lips quirked as if he were thinking it over. Then he shrugged. “I can come to you. You’re welcome to come to me. I’d say I don’t want to keep you from your puppy, but you said she’s got a place to stay while you’re gone.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. She’ll be fine if I go see you.” I mulled it over for a few seconds. “I don’t work on the weekends, so it wouldn’t be too hard for me to fly down on a Friday evening and come back Sunday night.”
Adam was already nodding. “My schedule’s clear for a while. I start shooting again in September, but between now and then, I’m all yours.”
Smoothing some wet hair out of his face, I said, “If we want to see each other for more than a weekend, I’m happy to have you here. Just, you know, I’ll be gone during the day on weekdays. But I can probably bu
rn some vacation too, as long as I give the clinic enough notice.”
Adam brought my hand up and kissed my fingers. “Who says we can’t do both? Then it might feel less like a long distance relationship.” He paused, and his brow pinched. “I mean, until I have to start shooting again. Then we might not see each other much.”
“So, we’ll just see each other as much as possible until then, and play it by ear from there?”
He studied me like he wasn’t sure if I meant it, but slowly, he smiled. “I like that idea.”
“Me too. We’ll work out the logistics, but I’m already looking forward to seeing you again.”
His smile lit up even more, raising goose bumps all over my wet skin, and Adam wrapped his arms around me. As he drew me in, I could feel his cock starting to get hard again.
“Logistics later,” he said against my lips. “For now, how about we get out of the shower and go get dirty again?”
And then he kissed me.
And I turned off the water.
~*~
“Oh, now isn’t that sexy?” Adam purred into his coffee cup as I came down the stairs on Monday morning.
“What?” I looked down at myself. “Scrubs?”
“Mm-hmm.” He gave me a full-body leer, then winked. “I think you’d be hot in pretty much anything, though, so…” He shrugged.
My cheeks warmed, and I laughed as I pulled my travel mug down from the cabinet. “And here I thought you preferred me wearing nothing.”
“Oh, I do.” Adam set his coffee cup down and stepped up behind me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pressed a kiss to the base of my neck, the brush of his beard against my skin giving me goose bumps. “But you’re hot when you’re dressed too.”
I laughed, leaning back into him and tilting my head so he could explore my neck some more. “You know if you keep doing that, I’m going to be late for work and you’re going to miss your flight.”
