“This is what Tom pays for, the room—which, of course, is also the set—so he doesn’t mind spending the money on it. And there’s no point us having a separate room, is there? Might as well make the most of being the stars and enjoying the privilege that comes with it.” He strolled to the black windows that slanted into the room. “And that’s living in the lap of luxury for a week.”
The Luxor was a pyramid-shaped building meaning all the rooms’ windows were at an angle, but it didn’t detract from the opulence of the place. It was decorated in gold and black with a red carpet and red accessories, including an enormous scattering of cushions on the bed. A huge picture of a blackjack table hung over a cabinet set with fresh flowers and a bowl of fruit.
“Fuck, it has another room through here,” Reece said, wandering into what appeared to be a lounge, complete with fully stocked bar area in the corner.
“Cool,” Cade said, running his hand over the back of a plush velvet chair then following Reece.
“It’s more than cool. This is the poshest place I’ve ever been in.” Reece gawped around.
Cade walked up to him and pulled him close. “Get used to it, sexy, ’cause you’re a star. This is how stars live.”
Reece smiled and kissed him.
Reece still couldn’t get used to the fact that Cade was his to kiss. It all felt so natural, like it was meant to be. As for being a star, that would take a bit of getting used to, but he’d cope if it meant he got to hang out here—for free.
“You know that stiffy you had halfway across the Atlantic?” Cade murmured.
“Yeah?” Reece said.
“Still got it?”
“I reckon.”
“Want to do something about it?”
“Well, we could just call it rehearsing.”
Cade tipped his head back and laughed. “Fuck, I got lucky when you wandered in to the Henley-Smythes’.”
“And don’t you know it.” Reece grinned too.
“Let’s explore,” Cade said. “There’s bound to be a shower around here somewhere and I don’t know about you, but I’m still grimy from packing in Wiltshire and ready to wash that dirt away.”
Reece was happy to follow Cade toward another doorway that did indeed lead into a bathroom.
But it wasn’t any old bathroom. It was a lavish en suite with golden taps, a roll-top bath on golden legs and a massive walk-in shower with huge golden shower sprays that were set into the walls, as well as overhead.
“Well it’s a bit shabby, but it’ll do,” Reece said, squeezing Cade’s hand.
Cade grinned and glanced around the top of the room.
“What are you doing?” Reece asked.
“Just checking for cameras.”
“What?” Reece mimicked him, scanning the corners of the room. “You really think he would?”
“Nah, not really, but doesn’t hurt to check.”
“What, like I should have in the garden that time?”
Cade pulled him close. “You complaining?”
“Well, now the shock of unwittingly being filmed getting fucked senseless has died down, I guess not.”
“You loved it.”
Reece shrugged. He had loved their first-time movie it was true, but he couldn’t deny being filmed without knowing that was the case was still a bit of a sore subject.
“It’s fine in here,” Cade said. “Come on. Let’s get soaped up.”
“I think it’s going to get dirty, this getting clean business.”
“Oh yeah.” Cade released Reece’s hand, yanked off his boots then started to peel off the jeans and sweater he’d traveled in. “You can count on that.”
Reece toed off his shoes, then tossed his jeans and boxers onto an ornate-backed burgundy chair before adding his navy polo to the pile.
Reece’s cock was hard. It wasn’t from memories of the script or from what he and Cade had done before. He was hard for now—this—a wonderful moment that really was just the two of them.
No audience, no cameras and no hidden agenda. This would just be about pleasure.
Pure pleasure.
Chapter Thirteen
Reece stepped into the large shower cubicle. Cade had already turned on the water and it fell down like he imagined it would in the rainforest. Hard, long shots of water that came in streams from above and beat against his shoulders.
Cade looked amazing—big and dark and wet. His body hair hugged his torso and the streams of water ran down him in rivulets, carving around his honed muscles then down to his erect cock.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Reece said, reaching for the soap. “And filthy too.”
Cade smiled. “So soap me up.”
Reece rubbed his hands together and created a lather. “I’ll soap you up, but being clean? I reckon that’s a lost cause.” He placed his hands on Cade’s chest and rubbed the soap around. It was a moment of bliss and something he’d never dreamed he’d actually get the chance to do when he’d admired Cade from an upstairs window a few days ago.
“I like your hands on me,” Cade said, looking into Reece’s eyes.
“I like having my hands on you.” Reece dipped his fingers lower and watched as the frothy bubbles tangled in Cade’s belly hair then caught in his thick pubes.
“Mmm,” Cade said, closing his eyes and tipping his face up to the water.
Reece took Cade’s cock in his hand and gave him a firm rub from root to tip.
Cade reached out and pressed his hands on the glass surrounding the shower. “Ah fuck, yeah…”
Reece smiled and settled his mouth on Cade’s stretched neck. The stubble scratched his lips and dragged against the tip of his nose. “Keep still,” he murmured. “Let me adore you.”
Cade stiffened in his hand as more blood bloated his erection.
Reece set up a steady rhythm, unhurried but firm. He kissed and licked Cade’s neck, the hollow of his throat then over his collarbone. The water seeped into his mouth as he pushed his tongue out. On and on he went, until Cade was solid and hot and trembling.
Cade moaned and his hips jerked. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Come whenever you want to,” Reece said. “We have all night if you want to delay or if you can’t, then spurt right now.”
“Oh, God,” Cade said, opening his eyes. “I can’t wait any longer, your hand on me…” He looked down, his eyes heavy, drugged almost. “You’re so… We’re so…”
Reece stared downwards, too, at his fingers wrapped around Cade’s dark, thick shaft. When he pushed his fist to the root Cade’s tip bulged forwards and the slit elongated as he drew down the skin.
“Come,” Reece said, water running over his face and falling from his chin. “Let me see you come in my hand.”
Cade clasped Reece’s shoulder. “It’s here.”
Reece was sure he could feel the cum traveling up Cade’s shaft in a fast pulsing wave. It shot from the end, some landing on Reece’s thigh but mostly dropping to the floor.
Cade moaned long and loud and it echoed around the cubicle, bouncing from the walls, the roof and the floor and mixing with the sound of the water crashing down.
On and on Reece jerked on Cade’s shaft, drawing more spunk from him.
Cade dug his fingers into Reece’s flesh and he pressed his forehead on Reece’s shoulder.
“That’s it, keep coming,” Reece said, loving how extended Cade’s orgasm was. “Keep coming.”
“Ah, fuck, don’t stop,” Cade gasped, thrusting his hips forward and ramming his cock harder into Reece’s fist. “More…”
Reece gave him it and felt the warmth of another string of cum filling his hand.
“Yes,” Cade hissed. “That’s it…ah…”
Reece tilted Cade’s chin and placed his mouth over his. He kissed him hard, shoving his tongue in as he slowed the movements on Cade’s cock.
Cade returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Reece, holding onto him and pressing into him.
“Jesus,” Cade said eventually. “That was really something else.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a hand job before?” Reece said with a smile.
“Yeah, of course, just not from you.” Cade grinned—his cheeks were red and his lips a little puffy from their kisses. “And being here, with what we’ve got in store. That script…” He shrugged. “I dunno, I guess it just made me feel like we’re so close.”
“We are. It’s been quick but fuck, when you know, you know.”
“Yeah and I know that your big, hard knob is jabbing into my belly,” Cade said, pulling back and glancing between them.
He was right, Reece’s erection was standing proud, the veins bulging, and the warm water had turned it shiny and dark.
“Want me to return the favor?” Cade asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t say no,” Reece said. He needed relief desperately. The truth was if Cade didn’t return the favor, he’d have to sort himself out.
“So turn around,” Cade said, shifting and pushing on Reece’s shoulders so that he leaned back against the tiled wall in the spot he’d been in seconds earlier. “And hold on.”
The pressure building in the base of Reece’s belly was delicious and it dragged to his cock, arse and balls in a needy wave of anticipation.
Cade kissed Reece’s chest then squatted and planted kisses on his abdomen. He got to his knees so his mouth was level with Reece’s cock.
“Oh, God…really?” Reece said, staring at Cade.
“Yeah, I was pissed that I couldn’t suck you till you came on set. I had to stop to give Tom what he wanted, fucking, but given the choice, I’d have brought you to orgasm with my mouth.” He paused and took hold of Reece’s cock. “Which is what I’m going to do now.”
Reece locked his knees and did the same as Cade had done, stretched out his arms to brace against the sides of the cubicle. “Okay,” he managed.
He held his breath as Cade opened his mouth wide and took the tip of his cock between his lips. The water flowed down Reece’s face, over his nose and lips and cascaded around his dick.
Cade looked up at him. His lashes were wet and his hair plastered to his head.
As their gazes connected, Cade poked the tip of his tongue into Reece’s slit. Not a little bit but a long way, easing it open and wide.
The stinging, stretching sensation zipped down Reece’s cock to his balls and he hissed in a breath. “Fuck.” It was good but also new.
Cade was still studying him carefully and with his tongue pressed into Reece’s tip, he massaged Reece’s shaft—tight, smooth strokes, eased by the water.
“Mmm…” Reece said. “That’s good.”
Cade didn’t answer. Instead, he moved his tongue and took Reece’s cock deep into his mouth.
Reece watched, slackened his jaw and held his breath. The inside of Cade’s mouth was amazing. Hot and wet and slippery, it hugged his cock snug.
Cade kept on going, taking more and more of Reece’s shaft. He’d shut his eyes now, as though concentrating.
“That’s so deep,” Reece gasped. “So fucking deep I can feel your damn tonsils, I swear.”
A tickle spread over his balls—Cade was exploring him there and gently massaging. The cum was being agitated, the pressure building.
Cade pulled back, revealing Reece’s shaft then he sank down again.
Reece groaned and tipped his head upward. The water sluiced down onto his face, adding to the sensations in his body. He’d been transported to Heaven—it was the only explanation.
He parted his legs as Cade searched behind his bollocks, rubbing and teasing the sliver of skin between his sac and anus.
Damn, this was a fucking amazing blow job
.
His thoughts were suddenly halted when Cade slipped a finger into his arsehole, the water easing the way.
“Ah…” Reece gasped, staring down at Cade again. His cock was buried almost to the hilt in Cade’s mouth. “Fuck, yeah…”
Cade delved higher, curled his finger forward and massaged.
Reece nearly shot his load right then. He tensed, rolled his toes on the tiled floor, and his arms shook. It was as if a huge rollercoaster of pleasure was rampaging through his pelvis.
“Damn, that’s good…” he groaned, staring at the water pounding onto Cade’s head and face and at his cock slipping in and out of Cade’s beautiful mouth. “You gonna swallow?” He needed to know, he was nearly there.
Cade didn’t answer, instead he upped the pace.
“I’m coming,” Reece said. The bliss was at bursting point. Cade was giving his prostate a deep massage, pressing into his body and it was so much, too much.
“Here it is…” he said, gritting his teeth and releasing the first spurt of relief.
Cade swallowed, tugging the end of Reece’s cock down his throat.
Reece cried out, the ecstasy was extreme. His abdomen trembled and his arsehole clamped around Cade’s finger.
“Oh, God…” he gasped. “Yeah, more.”
Cade kept going and more spunk ripped from Reece, landing in the warm chamber of Cade’s mouth. It was so satisfying to empty into a hot vessel, rather than his own hand, onto his belly or his shower room floor.
A final stream of cum blasted out of him. He shut his eyes and let the ecstasy swirl around his mind the way the shower-steam was caressing his body.
Cade slowed and gently removed his finger from Reece’s arse.
A tremble went through Reece, all of his nerves giving a judder of satisfaction.
Cade withdrew and caught Reece’s cock in his palm.
Reece blew out a breath, a little dizzy, and was thankful that he was still braced against the tiled wall and the glass sides.
“You’re awesome when you come,” Cade said, standing and reaching for the shower gel. “You know that?”
“You’re fucking awesome at making me come.”
Cade soaped up his hands. “That’s what I really wanted to do to you back in England, in that first scene, but it wasn’t in the script. I’ve been dying to taste you, feel you throb in my mouth and rub your hot-spot until you can barely stand.” He placed his soapy palms on Reece’s chest and lathered the bubbles in, easing them around his nipples.
Reece was breathing hard, the hot air filling his lungs rapidly. “Yeah, got to stick with the script, eh.”
“Only when we’re acting. There was no acting just now that was passion.” He leaned forward and kissed Reece. “That was me needing you.”
Reece let go of the walls and wrapped his arms around Cade’s waist. What the hell had he done before he met this man?
“We should really go out and find food,” Cade said.
“But that means getting dressed, and I like you naked.”