“I’d like that,” I reply and his smile widens. We drive almost all the way back to the hall, but before we reach it, he turns off the road and onto a lane, pulling up outside a whitewashed cottage. I had no preconceived ideas of where Jason might live, but I wasn’t really expecting a chocolate box cottage.
“Is it as old as the hall?” I stare up at it once I get out of the car.
“Almost. It was an estate cottage originally, there are several of them. But they were sold off in the nineteen twenties. No doubt the earl at the time has his reasons. I liked it, so when it came up for sale a few years ago, I bought it.” He leads me inside. Once the door shuts behind us he doesn’t give me time to look around. He pulls me close and kisses me. As soon as his lips touch mine, I forget my curiosity about his house. There’s nothing I want more than to explore him.
“Time to even things up,” I whisper as we break contact. “It’s my turn to see you naked.” He leads the way up a narrow and very uneven staircase and into his bedroom. I shrug out of my coat and kick off my shoes as he does the same.
He kisses me again, his lips searching mine, and I meet him completely, wanting this. I open up and his tongue slides against mine. I sigh a little as his hand slides down my back, and he cups my arse and crushes me to him. I can feel how hard he is, and I can’t help but grind against him. He moans his need against my mouth, and I love it, his desire matching my own.
“I want to see those muscles I’ve seen you flex while working.”
“You’ve been watching me work?”
“A little voyeurism never hurt anyone, did it?” His laugh is rich and dark and heats my core. I don't want to wait any longer. This time when we kiss it’s more frantic, and I start pulling at his sweater, lifting it up until we have to stop briefly for him to take it off. My lips find his again, and my fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as he undoes mine. I place my hands on his chest, feeling how solid it is, the thrill of finally touching his skin running through me. I strip his shirt off him and slip off my own. He goes to reach for me, but I push him back towards his bed. He sits as it hits the back of his knees and I straddle his lap, planting kisses all over his face, neck, and shoulders as his hands roam over my back. I reach for the button of his trousers and he flips us over so I’m lying on the bed and he’s over me. He pushes up off me and stands on the floor, and I raise myself up on my elbows and watch as he strips his trousers and boxers off. He’s completely naked and exactly as I imagined. Broad shoulders and strong chest. Well-defined muscles, pretty ripped actually. There’s a smattering of soft, light brown hair across his chest and down his belly, a treasure trail to an extremely hard, erect, and very perfect cock.
“Now you can see me naked.” He smiles and even turns around so I can see all of him. His back is as wonderful as his front. I let out a whistle of appreciation.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Jason,” I say and move until I’m kneeling on the bed in front of him. I want to taste him. I lean forward and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. He groans loudly, which is all the encouragement I need to take more of him in. I lick along his length, mapping every vein with my tongue before swallowing him deeply, working him with mymouth and enjoying him filling me. He tangles his fingers into my hair and flicks his hips. I moan with each thrust. Yes, I need exactly this. Suddenly he pulls back and I pop off the end. The exasperated whine I give is real.
“That’s too good, Kai. I don’t want to come yet.”
“I want you to.”
“But—”
“Jason.” I cut him off. I sit back on my heels and look up at him. “Ever since I learned about Cavendish Hall, I’ve had to take on burdens and responsibilities I never asked for. It’s been a lot, a life I’d never prepared for. Whenever I’m with you I can forget about that, I can find some peace. With the camboy account I’m putting on a performance, to be the master of my own pleasure so others can find theirs, to be successful and save the hall. Just now I felt a release from that. I want you to take from me. Your pleasure will be mine.”
The look he gives me is tender and he cups my chin, running his thumb over my lips. “Are you sure?”
“Use me, please,” I whisper.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He leans down and briefly grazes my lips with his own. When he straightens up he moves forward and I lick at the precum that’s pooled at the end of his cock. Then I open my mouth and it’s full of his glorious dick again. I tip my head so I can take him until he hits the back of my throat, his fingers are back in my hair, and his hands hold me steady as he picks up the pace. I give myself over to his rhythm, drool running down my chin. His moans match my own as I devour him, tears run down my face as he fucks my mouth. I feel his thighs shake and his movements become erratic, and I look up at him andfind him watching me, something deep and reverent in his eyes. I lock onto that gaze, holding it as he tips over the edge and shoots into my mouth. I automatically swallow his release as he eases out of my mouth.
He guides me back to lie on the bed, gently kissing my bruised lips and down my burning throat. He continues down my chest, each kiss feeling like a promise. He unbuttons my trousers and eases them down, and I hear his intake of breath and muttered surprise as he sees the black thong I’m wearing, the same one as I wore in a video. I wriggle, aiding him in pulling my trousers off.
He moves away briefly, and I see him fetch lube and condoms from his dresser, then he climbs back onto the bed and settles between my legs. He kisses one of my hips, tugging at the side of the thong with his teeth. Then he works his way across my belly, licking and kissing until he reaches my other hip. He bites it gently and I hiss, the pleasurable pain making my already aching cock twitch. He turns his attention to it, kissing through the fabric before taking the thong in his teeth and pulling it down. He pulls it off completely and sits back, gazing at me with an enigmatic smile like I’m a work of art, then he reaches for the lube and pops the cap, applying a liberal amount to his fingers which he spreads over both his hands.
I hum as he wraps one hand round my cock, stroking slowly. With the other hand he traces circles round my hole before breaching my ring of muscles until he’s knuckle deep. I sigh deeply and he moves his finger, opening me up by adding another one. He twists his fingers, hitting my bundle of nerves, and I cry out, nearly seeing stars. He grazes across it a few more times until I feel spineless. I love being at his mercy, with him in control. Even when he withdraws his fingers from my arse and his hand from my cock, my body tingles with anticipation.
He quickly tears a condom packet and sheathes his cock, applying more lube. He lines up and enters, slowly at first, until he bottoms out, and the smile he gives me is radiant. He lifts my legs, pushing one knee up and wrapping the other round his waist, as he starts rolling his hips. I’ve not felt so full, so fulfilled in a long time, and I tip my head back, taking every inch of him. His rhythm is relentless and I’m panting as hard as he is. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in as I lose myself, giving myself over to him as he hits my prostate. I grit my teeth. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.
“I’m close,” I grind out.
“Come for me. Come for me, my beauty,” he whispers, and I come undone. My orgasm rips through me and I paint my chest with my release. He keeps going, fucking me through my orgasm, and every nerve in my body is alive as he comes too. He doesn’t move for a minute, catching his breath before withdrawing, then he disappears but I don’t feel like I can move. He returns with a warm, damp cloth and cleans me up. Then he climbs onto the bed next to me and I curl into him. I’m exhausted and my eyelids droop. Before falling asleep in his arms, I remember the last thing he said to me...“My beauty.”Mybeauty. Mine.
CHAPTER 19
JASON
Asqueal from outside gets my attention, and I walk to the window and look out on my brother’s back garden. I chuckle at the sight of Kai being almost dragged by the boys, one hanging off each arm. Delighted by a fresh audience, Hugh and Toby are taking him to see their tree house at the bottom of the garden. Jordan and I built it last summer and it’s their pride and joy.
“It’s nice to see you happy.” Kim joins me at the window to look out at the scene. Kai’s been a hit with Kim and the boys, telling silly stories about things that have happened on set when he’s been acting. Of course he was their instant hero when he said he once met Paul Bethany. “You are happy, aren’t you?” she asks, giving me a quick frown when I don’t reply.
“I am very happy, but I also can’t quite believe it. Like one day I’ll wake up and find out it’s all been a dream.”
“I get that, the thought that somehow we don’t deserve happiness, or that something will ruin it. I used to feel thatway when I married Jordan, and then when we had the boys I used to spend ages gazing down at them sleeping with a million thoughts of all the terrible things that could happen to them. It’s fear and it’s valid, but don’t let what might not happen stop you from enjoying what you have.” She’s right of course.
“Thanks, that helps, but it feels so strange, like I’m holding my breath”
