Page 12 of Darling
“Next month,” he says. “So I’m trying to get as much done as I can before then.”
“Well, you can do me…” I say with a small smile. I’m ready to get this show on the road. He grins, but then his face melts into something more suggestive. “Yeah, baby?” He knows the cameras are running, and he turns it on like a pro. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you since I first saw you.”
When I reach him, he skims a hand over my ass and pats it through my jeans, which are loose and hanging off my frame. “I’m all yours.”
He nuzzles his face against my neck, and I all but melt, eyes closing in bliss. As far as jobs go, this isn’t the worst.
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After, Carter’s cum soaking my face and my own plastered over my abs, I stand to switch off the cameras.
“You’re incredible,” Carter sighs, still breathing hard fromwhere he is in the centre of the bed. “That is one tasty little bussy.”
I laugh. “Cameras are officially off, you don’t have to say that now.”
“Hey, I meant it.” He’s standing now, stretching out his tall, lean limbs. He’s kinda jock-ish, big, blonde, and blue-eyed. Pretty much a carbon copy of every guy I had a crush on atHis Humble Messengers. Now, my tastes run in a slightly different direction.
In Christian’s voice, I hear: Older, British, and grieving a dead wife?
“Mind if I use your shower?” asks Carter.
“Go for it, it’s through there.” I point at the door off the hallway. “There should be clean towels in there.”
“Thanks, bro.”
I smile because it’s a far cry from what he’d been calling me for the last hour:baby, good boy, pretty little fucktoy. I’m focussed on looking through some of the footage when the doorbell sounds. I’m expecting some art supply deliveries today, and I assume that’s what it is as I go towards it. I’m still half-scrolling through the camera when I pull it open to find Christian standing there. He’s the last face I’d expect to see here, least of all today. I almost drop the camera. He’s wearing sunglasses; expensive-looking ones with mirrored lenses, and I catch sight of myself in them, covered in cum and looking like I just got thoroughly and completely fucked. Which I did.
Christian slides off his sunglasses and slowly takes me in. I’d pulled on a pair of shorts right after, but I might as well be butt naked by the way he’s looking at me. The shy smile he’d been giving me slips off his face.
“Ah, I… um… should have called first,” he says in a weirdly formal tone. “You’re busy, I can see.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I mean yeah, I was, but it’s fine, you, um… do you wanna…” What the fuck am I supposed to say? Come in? Meet Carter? He just fucked me on camera until I came, shouting his name. I’m debating this when the bathroom door opens and steam billows out, followed by a naked Carter Forrest, drying himself off.
“Shit, oh, hey man,” he says when he spots us. He makes some attempt at covering his dick with the towel he’s using on his hair, but none of it matters. “Great shower, thanks,” he says breezily before wandering off down the hall, humming to himself.
I look at Christian, who’s watching Carter retreat with a complicated look on his face.
“Look, this isn’t… he isn’t… we’re not…” I attempt to explain, but like, what the fuck do I say?
“It’s quite alright,” he says, cutting me off. Blinking, he gives me an apologetic smile. “This was a terrible idea anyway… all of it. I’ll have my secretary call you about the painting.” He’s moving away from my door.
“No, wait,” I say as he turns. “Can you just wait a minute?” I start after him, then stop. Am I seriously about to go after him covered in another guy’s cum? To explain how this isn’t what he thinks when it’s potentially even worse. I wasn’t planning on hiding the fact that I do porn, but I had planned to ease him into the idea slowly. This definitely isn’t how I imagined it going down. It’s better that he thinks Carter is a quick fuck. At least for right now. Which means there’s nothing I can say here. Still, I try.
“Christian,” I say.
“Asher,” he says in an almost sad tone. I fucking hate what it does to my chest. “I told you, it’s quite alright. I... goodbye.”
His strides are quick and purposeful as he walks away, clearlykeen to put some distance between us as rapidly as possible.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I watch him go.
Five
Christian
My urge when I get back to the ambassador’s residence is to get good and drunk. It’s usually the only thing that helps kill the antsy (horny) sensation which often itches and scrapes under my skin. Sex helps too, of course. But the latter is not on the table today as it turns out.
Had I gone over to Asher’s to buy the painting? Yes. Had I gone over with the hope that he’d make another indecent proposal to me, which this time I would snap up with both hands? Also yes. As foolish as it was, I hadn’t stopped thinking about him and what had been so temptingly offered all those weeks ago. About his mouth wrapped around me, about his bright blue eyes looking up at me, about his soft cheeks gently flushed. It’s my own fault I’ve come home alone. If I’d given him notice, then perhaps this could have been avoided; perhaps I could have looked a little less stupid and presumptuous. But instead, I wandered over there and right into some post-coital clean-up with a tall, strutting guy his own age.