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Fourteen

Jensen

W hen I’m with Theo, it’s amazing to me how quiet the voices are. I know they’ll be waiting for me after this trip. I will pay my penance tomorrow when the guilt and shame built into my psyche come calling, but tonight with Theo will be worth it.

He’s sitting beside me, looking as anxious and as tense as I feel. We’re not nervous with each other. The only time it’s uncomfortable is when we’re together and can’t touch. Every moment I’m with him without my hands on him is torture.

All I can do is relive the feel of his body against mine. His slender frame and taut muscles. His cock in my hand. The sound of his whimpering orgasm.

I meant every word I said to Theo. I want him to be mine. I want to be the one who takes care of him. Not because he needs it, but because he craves it. And I crave it too.

As we reach the hotel, I climb out, but Theo stays back a moment to have a word with the driver. I don’t hear exactly what it is, but I definitely pick up the word tomorrow.

He’s staying the night.

I am both elated and anxious at the sound of that. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck Theo’s brains out because, God , I do. I want everything with him. But I also want to take my time with him. I don’t want to waste all this fire in one night.

I want to savor this man.

While Theo talks to the driver, I head into the lobby to check in. The woman behind the counter gets me my key with a flat expression. But as she looks up and sees Theo Virgil walk in the door with a hoodie pulled over his head, she pauses.

Fuck .

He doesn’t approach me because that would look too obvious, two men checking into a hotel late at night together.

I clear my throat. The woman behind the desk smiles to herself before getting back to work, typing in my information and getting my room ready.

“Did you see that?” she whispers with a grin. “Theo Virgil just walked past you.”

I don’t respond. This feeling of protectiveness consumes me as I glare at the woman.

“I’m sure if it was,” I mutter, taking my key card from the counter, “your guest’s privacy is more important.”

Her smile fades as I lift my brows with annoyance. “Good evening,” I snap before walking away.

Theo is hiding near the elevators, out of sight of the woman behind the counter.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, noticing my foul mood.

At seeing him, I soften and force a smile on my face. “Nothing,” I say under my breath.

We enter the elevator together, and I press the floor. I want to slam him against the wall again and kiss him until he can barely breathe, but I’m realizing now just how reckless we were last time. If we’re not careful, we’ll be caught, and it will be detrimental to both of our careers.

On the ride up, I think about the woman behind the counter. This constant reminder that Theo is a celebrity pops up around every corner. His shows, backstage, online, in public.

I should be proud that he chooses to be with me, but there’s a possessiveness in me that hates that the world seems to think they own a part of him.

But what am I even thinking? Theo and I can’t be a true couple. Our relationship will never be genuine. It’s cruel and selfish of me to hold so much of his attention and loyalty when I know in my heart that I can’t give him anything serious.

This all started as an indulgence, but it definitely doesn’t feel that way now.

The elevator doors open, and I place my hand on the small of Theo’s back, leading him out to the hallway. We walk in silence to the hotel room. Before I press my key to the lock, I turn to look at him.

“Are we sure about this?” I ask.

“Fuck yes, Jensen,” he mutters, leaning into me. “Please open the fucking door.”

With a wicked smile, I unlock it and push it open. Taking a step in, I turn back toward Theo and reach out. Clutching the top of his hoodie in my fist, I drag him inside and bring his mouth to mine for a kiss.

He moans against me, and I swallow it down, licking my way into his mouth.

“God, you taste good,” I murmur.

He’s already fumbling with my shirt—or, technically, his shirt. But I don’t want to rush this, so I press my hands down on his.

“Slow down,” I whisper.

“I don’t want to slow down,” he says, biting my bottom lip. We’re stumbling into the room, and he’s trying to aim us toward the bed.

“Theo,” I say with authority.

“What?” he asks without breaking the kiss.

“Get on your knees.”

Immediately, he tenses. I’m not normally so controlling with the people I sleep with, but I have such a desire to try it with him. He may not like it, and I can handle it if that’s the case.

He glances up into my eyes. Lifting a hand, I slip off his hoodie, letting my command float in the air between us, waiting to be acknowledged.

Then, to my surprise, he lowers to his knees in front of me. The sight is delicious. The feeling, even more so. I don’t want to control him for my own enjoyment. I want to do it for his, too.

Theo wants clear expectations. He yearns for trust and connection. And as he gazes up from the floor, his face perfectly positioned in front of my groin, it’s written all over his face just how much he likes this.

“Good boy,” I whisper as I pet his curls back. His eyes close with a look of pleasure on his face. Leaning forward, he presses his face to the front of my pants, resting it there intimately. I wind his hair through my fingers as I grip him near the scalp.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, making him hum. When was the last time someone told Theo how wonderful he was? Not Theo, the star. Theo, the man.

“And you want to be good for me, don’t you?”

He looks up at me as he nods. “Fuck yes, I do,” he replies with a growl in his voice.

“You know you can trust me, right? Theo, you can always trust me.”

I notice a wince in his expression, and even when he nods, I don’t buy it. He’s holding back. I imagine after being betrayed by the people meant to love him most, trust is an issue for him. I want to cure him of that. Nothing matters more to me in this moment than to prove to Theo that I will always be the one to never turn on him, never leave him, never hurt him.

After only a week, I know that in my heart. It rings with truth that defies logic or reason.

Taking his chin in my hand, I tip his face back and force him to look at me. “Say it. Tell me you understand I will never hurt you.”

“I…understand,” he whispers.

“Good,” I reply. “I want to earn your trust, and I will never do to you what they did.”

His mouth tics with a hint of a smile. As he rests his cheek against my leg again, I stroke his hair. The feeling in my chest is so intense. How can I be falling for this man so quickly?

Theo’s hands creep up and hook onto my belt. His pupils are dilated, and his mouth is parted as he gazes up at me from the floor. “Jensen, please,” he whispers. “I need to feel you.”

“Then take it out,” I reply sternly.

Still stroking his hair, I watch as he unbuckles my belt. Once it’s undone, I pull it from the loops and toss it on the floor.

The sight of him unbuttoning my pants is one I’ll have etched into my memories forever. He looks exquisite on the floor, and I can hardly wait for the moment he touches me.

“There you go,” I murmur with adoration.

Theo yanks open my pants and stares at my cock, pointing upward and straining against my boxer briefs. The tip is poking out of the top, ready for his mouth.

He waits for my instruction. “Go ahead,” I mumble. “You want to taste it, don’t you? Let me see what that pretty mouth can do.”

Licking his lips at that exact moment, he eases down my briefs and leans forward, letting my cock rest on his face. The image is unbelievable. His eyes close as he savors the contact. He darts out his tongue, and the warm, wet sensation hits my skin. As he draws his tongue up the length of it, my head falls back with a moan.

When he reaches the tip, he kisses it with his wet lips, focusing on the underside of the head. My toes curl, and I groan even louder.

“That’s it,” I growl. “Good boy.”

When his lips part, and my cock disappears into his mouth, I nearly lose my mind. The wet heat consumes me, and I feel it everywhere. Covering his teeth with his lips, he moans hungrily as he slides me to the back of his throat, gliding his lips from base to tip.

“Fuck,” I mumble, my voice like gravel. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop that beautiful fucking mouth.”

He growls around my cock as he picks up speed. With both of his hands on my hips, he takes me deeper and deeper each time. When he gags, I tear his mouth off with a harsh grip on his hair.

“You’re going to make me come already,” I bark.

As he smiles up at me with saliva-wet lips, I hold his head in place as I lean down to kiss him. I lick into his mouth and nibble his lips as if I’m trying to eat him and make him mine.

Holding him by the hair and jaw, I force him to look at me. “I am fucking obsessed with you,” I growl. “What are you doing to me?”

He smiles wickedly and makes it so clear how he has me under his spell. He is sex and sin incarnate. All of my temptations wrapped up into one. Theo Virgil will be my downfall and my destruction, and right now, I welcome it. Let me burn in the fires of hell forever for that mouth of his. I won’t regret a thing.

Bringing his mouth back to my cock, I slide my length down his throat until he gags again. He takes over and sucks with purpose. He wants to please me.

And when the pleasure begins to crescendo, I don’t stop it. I let it wash over me.

With a roaring sound, I come, filling his mouth and throat with my seed. He takes it with eagerness, groaning as he continues to suck and swallow, licking his lips when he pops his mouth from the head.

“Fuck.” The word comes out like a breath as I collapse onto the bed behind me. My head hits the mattress and I stare up at the ceiling with my cock still hanging out and the aftershock of my orgasm tingling through my body.

A moment later, Theo crawls up and reclines at my side. Using my arm as a pillow, he cuddles up to me with a proud expression on his face.

“Can you move?” he asks.

“Soon, I will,” I reply.

He kisses my jaw and nuzzles my neck.

Opening my eyes, I turn toward him and kiss his mouth. He tastes like a delicious sin.

“You’re incredible,” I mumble.

His only response is a chuckle as he kisses me again. “Actually, I’m starving.”

“Let’s order in,” I reply, forcing myself to sit up.

He reclines on his back with his hands behind his head. “You really are going to take care of me, aren’t you?” he asks.

Leaning over, I press my lips to his forehead before picking up the room service menu. “Always.”