He gasped before making eye contact with me again.
I wanted to kiss him, but I reminded myself of our limits. Plus, if knowing my cum was in his stomach wasn’t satisfying enough, then I wasn’t sure how I could ever be sated with Keegan Kruse.
“Sorry I couldn’t be as helpful as you were,” I told him, and he beamed.
“Well, you were great for a virgin.” He winked.
“You might be a pro, but I can assure you, I’m a fast learner.”
He smiled, but I could sense something else in his expression—some discomfort.
“So was that okay?” he asked. “Just sticking with those things, during emergency blue-ball situations.”
“Yes, I think that sounds much more manageable than just keeping my hands off you. And if we stick with those limits, seems like we shouldn’t have an issue,” I said, sensing after the experience we had just shared, I might have a huge fucking issue.
A Keeg-sized issue I didn’t know what the hell to do with.
* * *
The following morning,when Keegan arrived at my hotel room, I had to adjust myself to keep anyone from noticing the hard-on he so easily stirred. Having messed around the night before, and thinking about him in that pink underwear, was certainly making my erection increasingly restrictive, despite a private jerk-off session we’d shared before Frederick and PR-extraordinaire Bryan arrived.
An emergency amendment to our no-messing-around rule? What had I been thinking? And why was I so willing to go against my better judgment in the name of getting off in Keeg’s mouth? Although, the answer to that was certainly in the very question.
“Hey, man,” Keegan said with an adorable smile before his expression turned serious and he averted his gaze.
I wondered if he worried that acting too enthusiastic about the night before might be a problem. At the same time, I couldn’t imagine Bryan or Frederick would take issue with our fun time together.
I introduced him to Bryan, official head of Parlaisan royal PR. He had helped our family throughout the years with all our interviews and major press events. If anything was a testament to his work, it was how he’d managed to help the family through my downfall and life immediately after rehab. Really, he was theonlyman for the job.
Bryan escorted us into the main living area of my suite. Keegan and I sat on the sofa, while Bryan and Frederick sat in chairs near us.
“Okay, you’ll have to sit closer than that. You know that, right?” Bryan said, glaring between Keegan and me.
I hadn’t realized it, but we were practically pushing to opposite sides, and it made me nervous about what we had shared the night before.
So much for the easy no-messing-around rule.
God, me and my greedy cock.
“Oh, yeah, of course,” Keegan said, scooting closer to me. I did the same, and as I reached him, hooked my arm around him.
“You okay?” I whispered softly, and he turned to me, appearing surprised by my comment.
“Yeah. You?”
I smiled and he grinned back, assuring me we were fine.
“Is that better?” I asked Bryan, who was jotting notes in his tablet with his stylus.
“Much better.”
“This work for you?” I asked Keegan, tightening my hold around him.
“It’s perfect.”
That shouldn’t have made me swell with pride the way it did, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Hey, just no making out or anything, you guys,” Bryan added. “That’s tacky. And, Keeg…or Keegan, first, I need to know what they’re supposed to call you in interviews.”
