“That’s right,” Tad says. “Need toshare those goodies with the world.”
Martin laughs and says, “Don’tworry. That’ll all be covered up for print. Just keep that gun over that giantschlong of yours the best you can.” He winks.
I obey, and the flashing lightsstart back up as he directs his assistants to move the lights around some more.
“Okay, okay. Bryce, I want you toget behind Tad and wrap your arm around him.”
I do as I’m told and Tad stepsback, positioning his ass right against my cock. He turns his head back to me andpushes his ass back even more.
“Now, Bryce,” Martin says. “If youcould just wrap your arm around his neck and tighten it. And then move yourface close to his. Tad turn to him and look each other in the eyes.”
Tad does as Martin says, and westand there. I’m forced to stare into his gorgeous eyes. The conceited,arrogant expression on his face dissipates.
“Tad,” Martin says. “If you couldgrab his wrist—the one around your neck—and just hold it lightly. Good.”
The embrace he’s put us in is sointimate. Feels like it should be so much more personal than us being here, ondisplay before a camera.
I feel like Tad is looking, notjust at me, but into my soul. Into my past.
I gulp.
“Lean in closer,” Martin says.“Closer. Like you’re about to kiss.”
The closer I get, the more I feelTad’s breath rushing across my face each time he exhales. All I want to do isplant a kiss on his lips, but I restrain myself.
Tad leans closer and offers a softkiss. Sweet, sensual. Almost like an apology for what a dick he’s been.
“That’s real good,” Martin says.
As much as I feel I shouldn’t bedoing this, being with Tad—caught in his spell—forces me to reciprocate hiskisses.
These aren’t like the ones weshared when we were fucking. These are something more meaningful. Moreterrifying.
I lose track of what we’re doingor where we are and just enjoy the sensations that move through my body.
Why does he have to be such anasshole? Why can’t he be a cool guy there was actually some hope of sharingsomething special with?
He stops and pulls away, lookinginto my eyes as if he’s been caught off guard by this as much as I have.
“Now Tad,” Martin says, pulling usout of our trance. Martin tells Tad to reposition himself.
As Tad’s ass abandons my cock,Martin glances down, his eyes wide.
“Holy shit!” comes from one of theassistants.
I glance down at my stiff cock. “Oh,fuck,” I say, hurriedly throwing my hands in front of it.
Debra and Darren look at me. Darren’smouth is open, though it almost seems like an invitation for me to stick it inhis mouth.
As goosebumps race across myflesh, I feel like my entire body has turned a deep shade of red. Now not onlyhas everyone seen my cock, but they know just how embarrassed I am about it.
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Tad
“It wasn’t that bad, you have to admit,” I say.
Bryce glares at me. He’s irritatedabout everyone seeing his hard junk. Although I can’t see what his problem is,considering he’s got a beautiful cock.
