“You learn the rules as you go, and with me, there’s only one rule you need to think about right now. Don’t touch me when I’m fucking you.” It all begins to make sense. The bench. His past. What he gives versus what he holds back and why it takes two men to form a relationship. I want it. I want it all, and I’m done apologizing for it, or wondering if it’s okay.
His gaze bores into mine, and he’s seeking acknowledgment of my understanding. Only when I nod does he release my hands. “This should have happened earlier,” he says, walking me over to a stack of chairs, and pushes my back down, so my stomach is resting across them. “This should have been me first,” Jesse says, sliding into me. I wince against the thrust, but moan in pleasure. The connection fuels my body, and I buck against him. My knuckles turn white as I clutch the lip of the chair. A mirrored wall across the back of the room reflects the carnal image of us. Jesse’s eyes are focused where his dick is sliding in and out of me, the muscles on his arms bulging as his fingers dig into my hips. There’s nothing sweet or sensitive about this, it’s wet, sloppy fucking with a man who has waited too long.
“I’m not going to come where he did,” Jesse says, hammering back and forth at piston speed. It’s a good thing I’m braced against the chair and have something to hang on to. As suddenly as he worked himself inside me, he pulls out, easing the head of his dick on top of my ass. “It’s so tight,” he murmurs. I startle when his tongue lashes against my cunt. He licks up to my tight hole and a raw moan passes my lips.
“That feels so good.” His tongue is hot against my sensitive, unexplored skin, and my body ignites with delight. “Yes,” I whisper again.
I watch him closely in the mirror as he holds my cheeks apart and spits into my asshole with ace precision. The warm liquid drips down. Standing, he positions his cock at my asshole and pushes in. He strokes my clit while he settles into a pace that isn’t rough but isn’t gentle. He can’t be, because my ass works against him, trying to push him out with each back thrust. “Fuck,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips. “You feel so good. This feels so good. I’m going to come so deep inside you.” He groans and I close my eyes against the onslaught of sensations. It hurts but it feels good in a new way. He’s filling me, yet in the moment I crave more fullness. Jesse pulls my hair as his cock jerks inside me. As promised, he’s seated all the way inside me. I wince against the hair pull, but the sight of him taking his pleasure gives me a satisfaction similar to an orgasm. I did that. I made him weak with need.
The door to the room is kicked open, and I jolt, but Jesse holds me in place, unwilling to pull out of me just yet. We both recognize Reggie, me holding eye contact with him awkwardly in the mirror. “What the fuck, Reggie,” Jesse rasps, keeping his hands on my waist.
Reggie’s face looks apologetic, but unwavering. “Mr. Astor wanted eyes on Drew after he heard security was enacted for PACHA. I’m sorry to interrupt.” Reggie leaves, bowing his head, and closing the door.
“Well, well, well,” Jesse says, drawing out of me so slowly, I think his dick might go on forever. “Riley doesn’t trust his own security to do their jobs.”
“Ow,” I hiss when my ass is empty and sore. “That will leave a mark.” I swallow, realizing I have a mouth filled with spit from holding my breath while he fucked my ass.
“It will stay in a while. It’s far cleaner than coming inside the other hole,” Jesse says, smirking. “You’re a good fuck.” He pulls up his pants, a little jaunt in his step now. “But are you that good?”
I widen my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
“Riley isn’t being normal. He knew I was with you, I told him, and he sent security in this room anyway. Do you know what that means?”
I dress slowly, trying to clench my ass so come doesn’t drip everywhere. Shaking my head. “It means his cousin is bad?” There’s a million separate ways I should have dealt with that slimeball, and I didn’t do any of them.
“No, it means he doesn’t trust me.” The way he says it sends a chill up my spine. There’s something in his tone, an air of malevolence. “With you.”
Furrowing my brow, I say, “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Believe what you want. I know what I know. We’re leaving.” He lets his gaze rake me from top to bottom. “Or you are that good.”
I lose my breath.
Chapter Thirteen
Drew
Riley has been in Mexico for what feels like forever, and Jesse has been in a bad mood since the night at the bar. I blame Cyrus for forcing Jesse’s hand. Had it been a normal night out with PACHA nothing would be amiss. Cyrus touched me and security came, and then Riley wanted eyes on me because he had to have given security special instructions. How else would he have been tipped off that something happened. It was a bad game of dominos, and I couldn’t keep them from falling. Don’t get me wrong, Jesse is still into me, like every single night, but he always prefers my ass. I hate to admit that now I’m used to it, and I love it. He uses a vibrator against my clit to make sure I come, but sex with him lacks everything it has with Riley. It’s hard to explain, and I can only define it as sex I daydream about. PACHA never brought up Jesse ordering me to leave with him that night, and even if I have a fairly good idea why, it’s still strange.
“Drew, what’s the word?” my tutor repeats, sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk. We’ve moved to in person lessons every other weekday. On the off days I’m working with the design team on the remodel of my motel. To feel this much purpose and value in my days is new, but I don’t take it for granted.
I shake my head to break the haze. “Miss,” I reply after barely looking at the flash card. “The word is miss.”
“Good,” she chimes, smiling.
I’m learning to read and it’s working. After I was given the tools I needed, words came quickly. Right now, all I can think of is Riley Astor and the smile he flashes after I’ve said something that entertains him. I swallow hard and cross my legs. “I think I’m done for the day. I’m tired.” I rub my forehead and flip my phone over. No missed calls today. I open the text messages as my tutor gathers her books and cards and open Riley’s messages. I tap out ‘I miss you’ and punctuate it with a red heart and a sunflower emoji. The message before was him telling me goodnight with a moon. It makes my stomach flip.
Hensley pokes her head in the door after my tutor leaves. “You leaving?”
“I am. How late is it? I sent a remodel design to Amy; can you make sure it went through?” Hensley nods and comes around my desk to look at the email on the screen. Everything I do challenges in some way. Something as simple as an email, which most people have sent thousands of times by my age is work. I never get frustrated, and that’s a testament to those I’m surrounded by. They’re nothing but supportive.
“Looks good, it’s sent,” Hensley confirms. “You gotta be missing Riley,” she adds. “Are you going down to see the Mexican mansion? I’ve heard it’s spectacular in all the ways that count. Safe, too.” Safety is always the top requirement on any Astor list.
I want to, god, do I want to, but because Jesse’s been acting off, and I feel a responsibility to my lessons and learning the business as quick as I can, I haven’t asked to go yet. Riley told me the morning he left, that all I had to do was say the word and he’d send a plane for me. Every night he calls me before bed and hasn’t mentioned it again. He doesn’t want to influence my decisions. I pack up a tote bag and my laptop. “I don’t know. This is so new and I’m trying to learn it all.”
“You have to be lonely in that huge apartment by yourself,” she coos, big eyes probing.
“I study and go to bed when I get home. It’s not that bad, plus can I really be lonely when I know I’m surrounded by security at all given moments?” It’s a light joke, one I know she can relate to.