Page 51 of Darling
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We arrive at the hotel (the hotel Christian had insisted onbooking and paying for, and which, since I’d have booked something cheap by the interstate, I didn’t argue with) around 6pm, and I have to gently shake him awake. He blinks open his eyes and looks around, sleepy and rumpled, and apologises for nodding off.
“It’s fine, you don’t snore. Plus, I was enjoying my podcast.” He’d dozed off about an hour ago, and I’d stuck my history podcast on to keep me company.
We grab our bags and head inside. I scroll my phone as Christian checks us in, messaging Cole to let him know I’m in JC and confirming the time for tomorrow. I already cleared it with him to bring Christian; he’s as down for it as I expected he’d be. I’m a little nervous about it, more than I would be normally. I’ve been excited to work with Cole for a while now; he’s one of the best in the business, has his own studio, and any collab with him is guaranteed to make me good money. Add Christian being in the room with us, watching me take his dick? That has my entire body set to vibrate. I want to impress him, turn him on, show him what I can do and how good I am at it, but I’m also a little nervous about how he might react to the entire thing. Part of me thinks he’ll back out tomorrow and not be able to follow through with it, that he’ll apologise and quietly leave the room the second things get serious. He’s taken this whole porn star thing really fucking well, but I’m worried that when he sees me work, the veil is gonna fall away and he’s gonna realise exactly how far outside of his comfort zone this whole thing is.
“Ready?” he says, appearing in front of me, holding the keycard.
I stand up off the arm of the sofa I’d been perched on. “Lead the way, sir.”
His mouth tilts into a sexy smirk.
It’s a suite. Large and opulent with a wall of windows I’d lovehim to fuck me against out over the Hudson. “Wow. This is miles better than that Super 8 off the I-95 I almost booked.”
I feel him come up behind me, wrapping his arms around me as he kisses the side of my neck. “It has its own sauna, too.” He slips his hands under my T-shirt and up to my nipples, caressing them softly.
“Mmm. Maybe we should film here tomorrow instead.”
“If you like…”
I turn to face him to check if he’s serious. He is. “What happened to you?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
I slide my arms up around his neck. “I don’t know, a few weeks ago you were terrified to have tea with me in a public place, now you’re booking us a suite and watching me get fucked on camera. Like, was it the near-death experience or what?”
He tilts his head, considering this. “Perhaps you’re just a terrible influence on me?”
“You know, I really wish that was true.” I push my hips into his and give him my most seductive smile. “I can’t even get you to fuck me.”
“Ouch…” he says, pouting. When I reach up to kiss him, he moans softly, opening his mouth to swallow my tongue. “You know there’s nothing I want more than to be inside you, Asher.”
“Really?” I pant, fumbling with the button on his jeans.
“Very much so.”
“Well, since I don’t want to kill you, how about I swallow your dick instead?”
“I would not say no to that.”
I press a last kiss to his lips and drop to my knees on the carpet. This is more than we’ve done since his heart attack, and I’m not even sure it’s allowed, but he said yes, and he’s a grown man able to make his own choices. Like it’s fragile, I manoeuvrehis half-hard dick out of his pants and curl my hand around it, squeezing gently a couple of times. I’d almost forgotten how thick it was, how big it could get; it grows inches before my eyes, throbbing hot as I press my lips to it.
“This is a really gorgeous dick, you know.” I slap it softly against my cheek, then the other, before rubbing the head over my lips. Christian looks done already, which makes me feel really fucking great. He strokes a thumb over my cheekbone, my eyebrow, my eyelid, and then shoves his hand into my hair to tilt my head back.
“And you’re such a gorgeous boy. So bloody gorgeous.” His voice is thick with lust, pupils wide.
I close my eyes, preening, then I swallow him in one go.
“Open your eyes, baby, let me see how much you love this.”
It’s easy to obey him, easy to fall into the dark sweep of desire in his eyes, easy to push him to the back of my throat and hold him there, linking my hands behind my back to show him how much I trust him.
“Christ, Asher, you’re perfect. The most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen… look at you.” He takes a fistful of my hair and pushes ever so slightly deeper into the back of my throat, activating my gag reflex. The tears rush to my eyes. I can’t imagine I look beautiful like this, I don’t think anyone really can, but the way he strokes my hair and looks into my eyes makes me feel fucking cherished. He pulls back and out, and I suck a deep breath into my lungs. Then he’s leaning down and kissing me, wet and messy. “Can you take me again?”
I wipe my mouth and nod fervently.
He does it again. Stuffing himself into my throat until my eyes roll back and the world shrinks away, my existence with it, until all I am is a tight, warm hole for his dick. Until I’m nothing else. Nothing but hisgood, perfect, beautiful boy.He tilts my face upto him, hand gripping my chin with the barest of touches, no hint of force. As he pulls out of my throat, he leans in and kisses me again, licking up the saliva that’s dripping from my mouth as he does. I’m so hard, so desperate for him; I can feel my hole pulsing with each breath I take. The next time he pushes in, he pulls me tight against his body and holds me there, my throat stuffed to the point of suffocation. When he lets me go so I can breathe again, I fumble for the button on my jeans and pull out my dick, fucking my hand violently as he fucks my throat gently. I’m going to come like this; I can’t hold it.