by Lily Harlem
Oh yeah, Cade wanted him badly, and him taking that little bit of the lead had obviously worked.
Chapter Ten
“Come, let’s sit on the bed and eat those strawberries,” Reece said, feeling more confident now he’d seen Cade’s reaction.
Cade nodded and released his cock.
Reece walked to the side of the bed the camera was on. His cock bobbed as he went and his stomach was still tense. He felt alive, on top of the world. He was going to fuck. He was going to show the world how well he could fuck.
Reece climbed onto the bed, knowing he was giving Tom and his camera a good shot of his arse as he did so. But that was okay, because that was what viewers wanted.
Cade also got on the bed, but instead of sitting at his side, he sat facing upwards so they were looking at each other. He reached behind himself and grabbed the flutes of champagne and the strawberries.
“Here,” he said, passing Reece his drink. “Get drunk so I can have my wicked way with you.” He winked and pretended to leer.
“I don’t have to be drunk for that and you know it,” Reece said with a laugh. He took a swig of champagne and purposely, as scripted, let a few drips spill onto his chest.
“Oh look,” Cade said, “you mucky bugger.” He leaned forward, tongue out and swept the drips from Reece’s chest onto the tip.
A shiver spread over Reece’s skin. Damn, Cade’s tongue on him was almost enough to make him lose control entirely. Now he just wanted to flip Cade over and shag him stupid.
“Don’t spill your champers,” Cade said, sitting up and reaching for a strawberry. “It’s expensive.”
He popped the strawberry in his mouth and chewed.
For Reece, it was one of the horniest things he’d ever seen—Cade all languid with desire, hard and erect and gazing at him like he wanted it all.
Reece took a sip of his drink. As planned, yet another drip spilled from the rim onto his chest.
“Oh dear, not again,” Cade said, giving a mock sigh. He tipped forward and licked the drip up. But this time his tongue stayed on Reece and he circled his nipples, tugging, sucking and giving little nips.
Reece moaned and rested his hand on Cade’s head, the side away from the camera, and sank his fingers into his hair. He tipped his neck and stared at the ceiling, enjoying having Cade’s mouth adoring him and his teeth being just a little bit mean to his nipples.
When Cade pulled back, Reece straightened and looked at him.
“Here, try a strawberry,” Cade said.
Reece opened up for the fruit then bit into it. Sugary summer sweetness spread on his tongue.
“Do you like it?” Cade asked.
“Yes, more.” Reece grinned.
“So greedy.”
Reece allowed Cade to put another strawberry into his mouth, this time he bit it so that a small gloop of strawberry juice trickled from his lip and landed on his stomach.
“Tut, tut,” Cade said, shaking his head and giving a mock frown. “Now look at that mess I have to clean up.” He set both champagne glasses back on the table and moved the bowl of strawberries.
Watching him, Reece rested back on his elbows and spread his legs. He knew what was coming next and he could hardly wait. His cock was rigid and curved toward his stomach, as though pointing at the sticky drip of strawberry.
Cade turned to him and shifted onto his knees. A flutter of petals drifted into the air then settled as he moved between Reece’s legs. The sound of the silky sheets on his body, the friction of them against skin, was loud in the quiet room.
“I’m going to have to clean up my messy lawyer’s sticky body,” Cade said, propping onto his hands and knees. “It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it.”
Reece stared at Cade’s mouth. Oh, how he wanted that mouth on him—his cock between those lips and that tongue hugging and sucking on his shaft.
“Yes, clean me up,” Reece said, clenching his buttocks and curling the sheet into his fists.
Cade held his gaze, poked out his tongue and spread moisture on his lips.
Reece got the feeling that Cade was as excited to be giving Reece a blow job as he was about receiving one.
But Cade bypassed his cock, instead going for the gooey red blob by his navel. He poked out his tongue and murmured as he scooped it up with a lick and a kiss.
Reece sensed Jack moving, standing, he guessed it was so the camera could look downward for this bit of the movie.
Cade was taking his time about getting to the scripted blow job—kissing and swirling his tongue all over Reece’s abdomen and traveling kisses over his skin but avoiding his cock.
Reece moaned and shut his eyes. The sight of Cade’s mouth on him everywhere but where he needed him was sweet agony.
Cade spread kisses down Reece’s inner thighs.
A tremble wound up through Reece and he arched his back and stretched his legs wider. He imagined how he looked through the lens. Open and spread, ready for Cade to take him, his cock jutting up, his stomach taut and his facial profile tense and expectant.
Damn, he’d buy this movie.
Cade’s kisses and attention were moving nearer to his cock.
Reece moaned and shifted his head. He needed this so badly. “Jenson,” he gasped, surprised that he’d managed to remember Cade’s fictitious name. “Please, give it to me.”
“As you asked so nicely,” Cade said, wrapping his hand around Reece’s cock.
Reece groaned and twisted his face to the camera with his eyes still closed. “Suck me,” he said. It wasn’t scripted but he reckoned it would look and sound good right here. “Suck me now, Jenson, right to the back of your throat.”
But Cade didn’t. He kissed the tip of his glans, his lips pressing onto it and his tongue poking at his slit. He then licked from root to tip.
Reece bit on his bottom lip. He wanted to thrust his hips up. It had been so long since he’d been in a man’s mouth and now he couldn’t wait another moment.
Cade opened up, gripped Reece’s erection at the base and began to sink slowly down.
Reece groaned, a long, low sound that he hoped captured how bloody good Cade’s hot, wet mouth and tongue felt around his shaft.
Cade kept on going, taking Reece deeper and deeper.
The tip of Reece’s cock slipped over Cade’s ridged palate then hit the softer, spongy flesh at his throat.
“Oh, God,” Reece moaned, his belly clenched and his chest puffed up with the big pulls of air he was dragging in. “That’s it,” he panted.
Cade had taken him so deep and now he was rippling his tongue over the base of his shaft. It was amazing, too amazing.
“Fuck, don’t make me come—not yet,” Reece gasped as a warning signal tightened his balls. “Please.”
Cade must have heard the desperation in his voice because he eased up the suction and calmed the crazy, caressing ripples he’d been doing with his tongue.
Reece pushed his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Fuck, that had been close.
Not that he wasn’t still close—he was—but it was under control.
Like before, the script here required Reece to remain still while he was adored by Cade. It was one hell of a test of stamina, especially when Jack moved closer, the camera lens zooming in on the action at his groin. Fuck, how would this look? It would be so damn sexy to see himself getting a blow job on screen, up close, every detail exposed.
Another surge of desire entered his cock. Just the imagined visual was enough to make him want to come again. There was no doubt about it, making dirty films hit his buttons.
The camera backed off and Reece realized it must be time for the next part of the script.
Cade lifted up, though he still held Reece’s cock in his hand.
“That was good,” Reece said, as per script. “And your mouth on me always makes me want to fuck you.”
A flash of surprise went over Cade’s face.
That last part hadn’t been
in the script. It was supposed to be Cade fucking Reece, or rather Jenson fucking Timothy, but Reece had decided to shake it up a bit.
He wanted Cade. He wanted to have him on his hands and knees and his hole primed for his cock. Cade had fucked him yesterday, in the garden, which had been pretty amazing but Reece didn’t always bottom, he liked to switch it around.
It was time Cade found this out.
“You want to fuck me?” Cade asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh yeah, so turn your cute arse around and let me get you ready.”
Cade swallowed. For a moment it seemed as though he might not do as Reece had instructed, but then he released Reece’s cock and did as he’d asked.
His big body once again shifted the petals on the sheets as he got to his hands and knees.
Reece felt moisture build in his mouth at the sight of Cade like this. His arse up in the air and the backs of his thighs and the soles of his feet bared.
Jack moved back to his corner, clearly filling the screen with the shot of Reece moving in behind Cade.
With his hands on Cade’s buttocks, Reece parted the flesh and exposed Cade’s cleft all the way down to his anus.
“Oh, so ready for me,” he said off script. “And so in need of my dick.”
“Oh God,” Cade muttered, dropping his neck so his head hung low.
“No, it’s just me, Timothy,” Reece murmured. “And don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you.”
Chapter Eleven
Reece set the tip of his tongue at the top of Cade’s crack then slowly dragged it down. Cade tasted of man and sex and was a little spicy too. It was a flavor Reece was coming to adore.
He slipped his tongue low, low and lower until it rested over Cade’s anus. He wasn’t usually into rimming, but Cade seemed to bring out the beast in him and made him want to do everything.
Jack was at his side, the camera close by and zoomed in on Reece’s tongue and Cade’s tight pucker.
Reece closed his eyes and moaned in a way that he hoped would make a viewer want to give rimming a go. He circled his tongue over the taut wrinkles of skin that surrounded Cade’s hole. He lapped over it then kissed across his buttocks before coming back and giving it more attention.
Cade trembled but his limbs were absolutely still.
Reece wound his hand through Cade’s thighs and captured his cock.
“Ah fuck,” Cade groaned, shifting forward then back. “Careful.”
With his tongue still on Cade’s anus, Reece smiled. Oh, yeah, he had him.
He gave one last flick against the skin between Cade’s arsehole and balls before sitting upright. He glanced at the bedside table and spotted a bowl of condoms and tubes of lube.
“Wait there, Jenson.” Releasing Cade’s cock, he placed one hand on Cade’s lower back, as if setting him in position, he then reached into the bowl and grabbed what he needed with his other hand.
He plucked out a condom with a shiny red wrapper, which he quickly discarded and dropped to the bed. It blended in with the red petals that had collected beneath his knees.
As he rolled the latex onto his cock, he tried to remember the next bit of the script. But his mind was blank. He couldn’t recall what he was supposed to say from this point on. All he could think of was fucking.
“This is such a great Valentine’s treat,” Cade said a little breathlessly.
Oh yeah, that was it. He remembered the lines now. “Fucking you is always a treat,” Reece said, lubing up his fingers. “Are you ready for it?”
He didn’t wait for Cade to answer, he just slipped one finger into his hole, knuckle deep.
Cade bucked forwards and groaned.
Reece slid in and out a few more times then added another finger.
The camera was there again, closing in on the erotic details.
Reece took his time and stretched Cade wider and wider with small, V-shaped movements. He pulled Cade’s left buttock a little, so the camera could really capture everything.
Cade moaned and trembled. He pressed his legs into the bed and bowed his back.
But Reece needed more. He slid another finger into him, three now, and swept around, searching for his prostate. It didn’t take long to find and when he did, Cade cried out.
“Ah…ah…yeah,” he said, dropping lower so his forearms were on the bed and his head rested on them. “That’s it. Please, now, fuck me.”
That wasn’t scripted and it turned Reece the hell on. He gave Cade’s prostate another slow massage and was thrilled by the shivering response it generated. It started at the base of Cade’s spine and went up to his scalp. Reece could see the muscles contracting beneath the smooth, sweat-damp surface of Cade’s skin.
“Please, or I’m gonna…” Cade gasped.
Reece slid his fingers out. It wouldn’t do to get to this point in the show then have Cade spurt early. He lined the tip of his sheathed cock up against Cade’s arsehole, right at the very center and pushed in a small amount.
“Ah, fuck,” Cade groaned.
The camera was right there. It wouldn’t have mattered if Reece had been wearing a mask at this point because the camera was only interested in cock and hole.
He took hold of Cade’s hip, the left one, and prepared to drive into full depth. If Jack hadn’t needed to see the action, he would have gripped both of Cade’s hips, so he could really drag him onto his cock, but that couldn’t happen, not today.
Maybe later, when they were alone.
“Are you ready?” Reece asked.
“Yes. Fuck yes,” Cade hissed.
Reece pushed in and watched as Cade’s hole opened around him, permitting him entry. The lube gathered, slick and shiny, as Reece sank deeper and deeper, his cock disappearing into Cade’s darkness.
“Oh…damn, that’s so much,” Cade groaned.
Reece had no idea if that was scripted or not. The script had gone out of the window now as far as he was concerned. All he wanted was to fuck.
He seated himself to full-depth, their balls bashed up against each other and his groin, by pressing into Cade’s buttocks, sealed off any view for the camera.
He didn’t care about the camera.
Reece tipped his head back and groaned. Being so deep in Cade was the best sensation ever. He was hot and tight and his sphincter hugged Reece like a noose. He had an urge to ram in and out but wanted to get to know every millimeter of Cade’s insides first and savor the moment.
So he pulled out slowly until just the tip sat inside Cade.
Cade pushed up to his hands so that his elbows were locked. “You feel amazing in me. Don’t stop,” he said.
Jack had moved back to his seat.
Reece decided it was time to give the viewers what they wanted. He gritted his teeth, tensed his abs and arse cheeks and plunged into Cade.
Cade threw his head back and cried out.
Reece withdrew then plundered in again. He held his breath for a moment at full-depth before breathing deep and repeating the frantic withdrawal and re-entry.
“Ah, yeah…give it to me…like that…” Cade gasped.
A mist of desire descended on Reece and he became lost to everything but sensation. Over and over he fucked in and out of Cade—balls deep every time.
His cock ached with the need to spurt and his arsehole clenched.
He was bashing the air out of Cade with each frenzied thrust. His own breaths were hard to catch.
“Ah, ah, I’m coming,” Cade shouted.
Reece was vaguely aware of Jack again, of the camera directing beneath Cade, no doubt capturing his spunk shooting from his body onto the sheets and petals.
That image—black silk, velvet red and pearly spunk—sent Reece over the edge. He threw back his head, gripped both of Cade’s hips and let his climax ravage him. It had been so long, too long, but wow…now it was here and ripping through him, savaging him as he shunted high, higher and then some more into Cade.
“Ah, that’s it,” he moaned, fill
ing the condom. “Fuck, that’s so good, coming in your sweet arse.”
He carried on shifting in and out until his balls had emptied and Cade’s anus had stopped spasming around his shaft.
“You okay, Jenson?” he asked, rubbing his hand up the center of Cade’s back, his fingers dipping in and out of the skin covering the vertebrae. “Did I hit your spot?” He was breathing fast, his heart racing.
“You know damn well you did,” Cade said, lifting one hand from the bed to push his hair from his eyes. “Damn it, I came so hard. Didn’t think I was going to stop spilling my jizz.”
Reece smiled and slowly withdrew his cock.
The both groaned as they separated.
“Come here,” Cade said, turning and reaching for Reece.
Reece looked at him. Cade’s face was hot and red and the ends of his hair were damp and stuck like small commas to his forehead and around his ears.
Reece smiled and went into his arms.
Cade kissed him, a long, slow and deep kiss that made Reece tingle for more all over again. Would he ever get enough of Cade? Could he ever get close enough to Cade?
“So,” Cade said, cupping Reece’s cheek, the one on the opposite side of the camera. “How did you enjoy your Valentine’s Night?”
“I loved it.” And that was the truth.
“Good. And I have a present for you?”
“You do?” Reece paused, recalling his lines. “But we said we weren’t doing presents this year.”
“Well you know how I like to spoil you.” Cade reached for the cabinet, and the camera followed him.
He lifted two long pieces of cardboard from the side that had Las Vegas printed on them in bold black lettering.
“What’s that, Jenson?” Reece asked, feigning surprise.
“Tickets, for us.”
Reece gasped. “Really? Where for?”
“Well, you know how you kept saying you wanted to go to Las Vegas?”
“Yes.”
“We’re going. It’s all set up.”
“Really?” Reece clasped his hand over his mouth, hoping that movement showed shock and delight.
“Yes, really and I’ve even planned us some fun,” Cade said.
