Chapter 14

Ididn’t miss the comment about being a prostitute, but his hands and mouth on my cock took all thoughts out of my head other than the need to come.

He was an expert at giving head, applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me on the edge. One hand on my balls, the other crept around to my hole, teasing me. I took a deep breath and let it go noisily.

“Fuuuuck.” The loud expletive left my mouth as the tip of his thick digit penetrated me. “Oh, God. Yes!”

He sat back on his heels and pulled open his shorts, allowing his dick to spring free. It was true. Black men did have bigger cocks.

Where my cock was thick, his was long, easily nine inches, maybe more.

He stroked himself, one hand at the base. I watched eagerly as the head throbbed, precum dripping from the end.

He thumbed the slit, coating it in the slick liquid before slipping it into his own mouth, making a show of just how much he was enjoying it.

Brown eyes never left mine as he circled his thumb around his still leaking cock. He once again raised it to his lips. I gripped his wrist, bringing the wet thumb to my mouth.

Sucking it in, I swirled my tongue around the tip. His nostrils flared as he closed his eyes.

“You like that?” I asked, knowing full well he was loving it.

He moaned, and I watched as he jerked off, languid strokes with a twist of his wrist as he reached the end. He was in no rush.

Fuck, it was a sight to see. My heart thudded in my chest, and my hands trembled as I circled my own dick.

“No,” he said.

Abruptly, he stopped and got to his feet. His large hand grabbed my dick. Not hard, but it jumped at his touch. He led me to the bed, not letting go.

“Lie on the bed.”

“Why should I?” Usually I was the one in control. This was new for me.

Only in the movies did I submit. I’d never had a true D/s relationship. Hell, I’d never really had a relationship. Not that this was what it was. This was Duke asserting his authority, trying to dominate me.

“Because I said so. Now, do as you’re told.”

I could have said no again, I could have argued, but the need to have his hands, mouth or any other part of him on me overrode any desire to fight with him.

I reclined on the bed, relaxing against the headboard, my hands laced behind my head.

Piece by piece, he removed his clothing. First his shirt, then his shorts. He wore no underwear, and my eyes widened as he tugged on his cock.

Fuck me. I’d happily take him any day of the week.

“You want some of this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

I nodded, all speech having left me.

I wanted to feast on his cock, lick his balls, swallow his cum.

How had I gone from hate to wanting to be his cum slut?

He crooked a finger, beckoning me. I sat on the edge of the bed, his cock at just the right level.

Gripping my hair, he slapped me around the face with his dick before resting it on my lip.

I flicked out my tongue, tasting the precum that still leaked from him.

Inch by inch, he slid it in. I gagged as it reached the back of my throat, and he paused for a moment, waiting for me to adjust before sliding it further.

I rested my hands on his thighs. If he went too far, I could always push him away, but my eagerness to please him outdid my need for breath.

With a couple of inches left to go, I pressed his thighs, halting his progress. He took it back an inch, allowing me much-needed air into my lungs.

I looked up at him, seeing the pleasure on his face. He gazed into my tear-filled eyes, and I nodded. He fucked my face slowly, his hand still in my hair, the other playing with each of his nipples in turn.

Fuck it was hot.

If the cameras were rolling, I’d play this film on repeat just to see the ecstasy on his face.

As he quickened the pace, I removed a hand from his leg and began to masturbate. I was having no problems staying hard.

A warm breeze blew through the open door, the sheer curtains fluttering, and muted voices floated into the room from the terrace below.

“Let’s go outside.” He removed his dick from my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin and onto the floor below.

“Someone might see us.”

“All the more reason, don’t you think?” He winked and strolled out onto the small balcony with barely enough room for us both.

He rested against the wall, his cock jutting out in front of him.

I joined him, relieved when I realised we were just out of the line of sight. Only someone really looking would see us.

A tingle of anticipation ran through me, and I got to my knees in front of Duke.

He raised his arms above his head, lounging seductively, one leg bent.

What had I done to get this lucky? The one guy I’d dreamt of, fantasised about, was standing in front of me, his cock begging to be sucked.

I wasted no time and carried on where we’d left off. He fucked my face with more vigour.

I could barely breathe but who needed air anyway. I wanted his cum, either down my throat or coating my face, I didn’t care.

I fucked my own hand, ignoring the pain in my knees from the hard floor. All that mattered was us climbing the height of our orgasms and coming.

Being outside, with the possibility of being seen, had me even more aroused, and in no time, I was coming, coating my hand with warm, sticky spunk.

Duke stuttered in his thrusts and grunted, shooting his hot release down my throat.

I guzzled it down, each spurt releasing less and less until it was all gone and his dick softened.

“Jesus Christ, Simon.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood, holding my now limp cock and cooling release.

“Best get cleaned up,” I said, heading for the open door.

Duke pulled me to him, his lips covering mine. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth. There was no doubt he’d be able to still taste himself.

“Nice,” he said, slipping through the door.

He collapsed on the bed, his soft dick resting on his thigh. He was still impressive, and I admired his body again, noting the darkness of his cock and balls compared to the rest of his skin.

Unsure what to do with myself, I reached for my clothes.

“Stay. No need to rush off just yet.”

“Nah. I’m just gonna go back to my room. I’ll probably take a shower.”

“Okay, and thanks. It was great.”

Was that all it was? I didn’t know what I was expecting, and I guess I was skipping out on him as well, but he’d changed the meaning of what I thought was something hot and what we both wanted to something of pure gratification on his part.

Yes, I’d come as well, but as much as I’d hated the guy, I expected a little more than just being a quick fuck on the balcony.

I certainly didn’t have feelings for him, but I couldn’t help but feel used and just a bit dirty.

I walked to the shared bathroom and showered quickly. I rushed back to my room and lay on my bed, thinking about what had just happened.

Jesus, Simon. A month ago, you hated Duke, and now here you are with your feelings hurt. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Giving myself a good talking-to wasn’t helping.

I’d call Robbie. That always brought back the deep loathing I had for Duke. Maybe that’s what I needed.

I grabbed my phone and dialled.

“Robbie. How you doing?” I sat naked on the bed, the room hot from the afternoon sun.

“I’m better, thanks. Carlos has been cheering me up and punishing me at the same time.” He was panting, barely able to speak.

“What’s he got you doing?”

“Just some reps—physio. That type of thing. How goes the sex?”

I rolled my eyes.

“I was working on a movie.”

“Yeah, a sex movie. Fuck any good-looking guys?”

I thought about Duke lying on his bed next door to me.

“Nope, no one special.”

“I didn’t ask if they were special. I asked if they were good-looking.”

“There was one. It won’t be happening again.”

“Was it an extra-curricular fuck or part of the movie?”

I had no wish to discuss my sex life with my brother and changed the subject quickly.

“It’s beautiful out here. A break from home and a change of scenery might do you some good.”

“I know what you’re doing, but I’ll go along with it anyway. A break sounds good actually. I’m bored here.” He grunted some more.

“Do you need me to go? Put Carlos on.”

I heard a rustle, and Carlos spoke. “Robbie is doing well. If he could exercise his muscles as much as his mouth, he would be very strong.”

“Yeah, I hear you. How’s it going, though?”

“Robbie, carry on. I need to talk to your brother in private.”

I heard a door close, and Carlos spoke again. “He’s doing well, but this last disappointment has been difficult for him. I have had cause to give him a good talking-to. I can only do so much, though. Perhaps it might be best for him to talk to a professional.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. Another thing to sort out and worry about, as if I didn’t have enough on my plate.

“Just keep me updated. When I’m back in the UK, I’ll look at something for him. Just take care of him while I’m away. Where are my parents?”

Carlos was silent for a moment.

“Carlos. Where are they?”

“They have been gone for a few days. I’ve been staying with Robbie. I understand they will be back before you return.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know.” Fuck. Another thing to deal with. No wonder my stress levels were through the roof. “I can’t thank you enough. Maybe a raise is in order when I see you next.”

“There is no need. It is my pleasure to look after Robbie.”

I knew I didn’t pay him half of what I should. He went above and beyond for Robbie, and once again, I contemplated their relationship.

I ended the call, dressed and went downstairs to join the others.

It was now late afternoon, and the growling of my stomach reminded me I’d eaten nothing since breakfast. Well, if you didn’t include Duke’s dick.

Talk of the devil.

Duke was sitting at a table with a couple of men I didn’t recognise. He was laughing and joking with them, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was flirting with them both.

A surge of jealousy hit me, and I strode over to the large table laden with food. I grabbed a plate, throwing everything and anything on it, muttering to myself.

Clearly I didn’t hide my feelings as well as I’d thought.

“Why the scowl, Simon?”

Barbara sidled up next to me and linked her arm with mine.

“I’m not scowling. I’m fine.”

“I think someone is telling lies. I didn’t miss where your eyes were drawn to when you came downstairs.”

She looked over her shoulder in the direction of Duke.

“He really is rather handsome, don’t you think? He could have the pick of any person here. Don’t look now though, he’s looking this way. Not quite as absorbed in the conversation with those pretty men as you think he is,” she whispered.

“It’s not what you think. There’s nothing going on between us.”

“Oh, you silly boy. It’s as plain as the nose on your face. There is definitely some sexual tension there.”

I thought about her words, deeming them to be totally untrue. I hated him. He loathed me. End of story.

“Now, I’m taking him out tomorrow to a friend’s place in Monte Carlo. You’re welcome to join us. He usually has a yacht moored just outside the port. It’s a little big for the harbour. Normally, he moors at Antibes, but would you believe it was full?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense. I’ll not have an argument. Make sure you’re ready by ten in the morning, and I’ll drive us down.”

With that, she walked away, her arms outstretched in greeting to someone else.

“You can sit with us, if you want. I know you don’t know many people here.”

Duke had sidled up next to me, piling his plate with a selection from the table: bread, cheese, salad, ham. A healthy serving.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to intrude.”

“What’s up with you? Don’t act like you didn’t have my cock down your throat not an hour or so ago.”

“Shush, someone will hear you.”

He laughed, a deep laugh that resonated through me.

“Such a fucking prude. I never thought you were that.”

“I’m not. I just don’t like to shout about my sexual encounters that aren’t on screen.” To me, things like that should be kept private. My life was public enough on screen. I liked to have some things to myself.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “That was insensitive of me, but you can still join us. They might be pretty, but I don’t think they have two brain cells to rub together. At least I can have a healthy argument with you if needed.”

“We have that, I suppose.”

He was right, though. I knew no one other than our hosts and Troy and Finn, who were conspicuous in their absence.

“Come on. How bad could it be?”

To be honest, it wasn’t bad at all. We were joined by others, and I actually had a good time. We laughed, ate, drank, and when the guitar came out again later in the evening, we all joined in. After the day I’d had, this was what I needed.

I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks.

We’d drunk enough, and as we climbed the stairs to bed, Duke’s arm slung around my shoulders, his dismissal of our earlier encounter no longer bothered me.

“So, Barbara tells me you’re joining us tomorrow. It’ll be great.”

“Yeah, I’m bringing my camera. Looking forward to getting some good shots.”

“Amateur photographer, eh?”

“I dabble.” We arrived at my door first. “Well, this is me.”

“I can see that.” His eyes darkened, and he took a step closer. “About earlier…”

“It can’t happen again,” I said before he could say more.

Was that disappointment I saw on his face?

He stepped back and headed for his door.

“Goodnight, Simon.” And with that, he was gone.

I entered my room and closed the door, leaning against it.

This was why I didn’t get involved. I was no good at reading cues and got upset easily. As much as I put on a brave front, deep down I was as sensitive as the next person. I think it was why I’d gone into the industry in the first place.

I didn’t need to form attachments. I could fuck anyone and be done with it. When feelings got involved, that’s when emotions ran high.

I’d had enough of that to last a lifetime.

No. What had happened with Duke couldn’t happen again.

Famous last words. If only I’d listened.