by D. Kelly
“Liar.”
I take a seat on his couch and he follows. “Fine, a few things, but some of it isn’t my business and some of it is jumping the gun.”
“Nothing is off limits to you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“How long have you worked with Justine?”
“Officially, about fourteen months.”
“Do you have a contract?”
His brow furrows. “For pricing, yes, for duration, no.”
“Is it fair? I don’t want to get into your finances. Your money isn’t my business. I just want to know you’re not getting raked over the coals. Like, with this new deal, how much of your money does she get?” He flashes me a goofy grin. “What?”
“You’re worried about me. It’s cute.”
“Whatever.”
“It’s fair, Holls. She was starting out the night we met. I’m one of her first clients. I pay her a monthly salary, and she gets fifteen percent of any new paid opportunities I sign up for that she initiates.”
“How did she know about me?”
“Aside from the video from the other night?”
A blush heats my cheeks, and he turns my head toward him. “You’re my emergency contact, too.”
“Really? She still wants to fuck you.”
“Yes, really.” He brings his lips closer to mine and whispers, “It’s too bad the only person I want to fuck is you,” before bringing our mouths together again.
Our kiss is slow and sweet, and I hop up when he pulls away. I have to get out of here before I do something I’ll regret. “I should go.”
“Before you go, what else was bothering you? What didn’t you want to jump the gun about?”
“Um, don’t worry about it. If it’s an issue later down the line, we’ll talk more about it. Goodnight, Declan.”
“Goodnight, Holly,” he says, laughing as I close the door behind me.
What am I doing? How can I let myself get involved with him when he’s turning into a celebrity right before my eyes?
nine
Declan
“Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.”
“Dec, you’ve got balls of steel, buddy. I can’t believe you introduced Justine to Holly.”
“Why?” I ask, surprised by Baxter’s response. “It’s not like I’m interested in Justine.”
“Not now, but you did fuck her, and she’s been trying to get into your pants ever since. If I remember correctly, you said she’s one of the few you’d consider giving a second go ‘round because the sex was great.”
“So? The sex was good, but not as good as the sex with Holly. Besides, Justine needs to know this obsession she has with me is over, and Holly needed to know Justine means nothing to me. You should’ve seen Sage getting ready to pull her earrings out.”
Baxter laughs. “Attorney by day and scrapper by night. I can picture her getting ready to throw down. How did it go over? Introducing the two of them?”
I spin around in my desk chair and kick my feet up on the table. “I’m not sure. I used the meeting to my advantage to kiss the fuck out of Holly after Justine left. She’s convinced Justine has a thing for me, and I’m pretty sure instead of getting Justine to back off, it only fueled the fire.”
“Oh shit. What are you going to do?”
“What should I do? I don’t have feelings for Justine, and if I need to fire her I will. I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize this thing with Holly.”
“This thing? Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“I don’t know what to call it. We’re sort of dating, sort of getting to know each other. We’re not fucking around with anyone else, but we’re not calling it a relationship.”
“Right, and you’re not hitting it with your python of love, either.”
I throw a pillow at him from the chair next to me. “Someday, I want to be a fly on the wall when you’re getting fucked. I can imagine it now … ‘Fuck me harder with your steamin’ semen sword.’”
“Well, if you’re really interested, I know a guy who’s down for a threesome. Say the word, Dec, and you can join in and learn all my dirty bedroom lingo.”
“That’s a negative, but thanks for the offer. Have you found yourself a date yet in all those headshots that have been coming in?”
“Actually, you know what’s funny? There have been more literal headshots than dick pics. Some of these guys seem interested in dating versus a Grindr-type hookup. I’ve got three so far I’m going to go out with.”
“Wanna go live and talk about it?” Hearing Baxter talk about his dates is the perfect topic for a video, and with Justine and Holly over last night I never did do one.
“I’m game. What’s the plan?”
“Just follow my lead.”
We take a few minutes to set up my laptop so we’re both in the shot and, of course, Baxter has to check his hair first. I text Holly to turn it on and then we’re off.
“Welcome to another edition of The Funhouse. I’m Declan James, and this is my best friend Baxter Ross. Long time Funhouse subscribers are probably familiar with my constant banter with Baxter, especially since this isn’t his first video.”
We quickly scan the comments, and Bax points one out and laughs. “2tight4you says, ‘Baxter and Declan are the men wet dreams are made of.’ Well, that’s something you don’t hear every day. Thank you.”
Baxter points out another one, and I decide to take it. “‘When are the two of you finally going to hook up? Your sexual chemistry is insane!’ That would be never, Kyle K., but if you’re still watching and you’re single, you might want to reassess your gaydar, dude. Baxter and I have years of friendship under our belt, but I’m as straight as they come.”
“Don’t be hard on poor Kyle, Dec. He’s probably picking up on my unrequited feelings for you. I’ll tell you guys a secret, though. If Declan wouldn’t have fallen in love with our BFF Holly eons ago, I’m positive I would have had a piece of his sexiness already.”
“Baxter is so sure about that, but we’ll never know. As we recapped the other night, there’s only one love in my life and she’s all woman. However, that show also brought an interesting turn of tides, which is why we’re here today. I asked for headshots so I could hook Baxter up on a date. I did this once before about two years ago and was flooded with dick pics. This time we got actual headshots.”
I see a comment from one of my favorite users. “NotURSugarDaddy wants to know if there is still time to send in his info. What do you say, Bax? Want to keep the submissions coming?”
“Snarky user name, I like that. Why not? I’ve been looking for love in all the wrong places, might as well try to find Mr. Right or Mr. Right now, at least.”
“Speaking of Mr. Right, tell us the top five things you’re looking for in a man.”
Baxter blushes slightly as I put him on the spot. “In no particular order … He needs to have his shit together. You don’t have to be rich, but you need to at least have some work ethic. If you’re sleeping on your mama’s couch, don’t bother. A nice cock. I know it might be stereotypical, but if things work out I’ll become intimately acquainted with your dick, so get your manscaping on.”
He taps his lip with his finger and hums. “What else? A sense of humor. He’s gotta be able to take a joke because I’m full of them and I don’t have time for someone to be getting salty on me. Someone who has no problem taking control in the bedroom, but also someone who doesn’t mind give up control on occasion. And lastly, someone I can chill with and who won’t have a problem hanging out with Declan, Holly, and Sage.”
His eyes light up with mischief. “Speaking of Sage, maybe we should use this platform to find her a man we approve of. She’s a hot and spicy Latina and is our other best friend. What do you think, Dec?”
My phone is buzzing across the desk; I’m sure it’s Sage with her own opinion. “I know it’s called The Funhouse, but maybe we shouldn’t turn it into a dating show. I’ll leave this one up to Sage. If she’s intere
sted, we can talk about it.”
My eyes have been constantly scrolling the comments while Baxter has been talking. “All right, you guys, I see one consistent question flooding the feed. Let me put you out of your misery. I went out on a date with Holly and it was fun. We’re taking it slow and rebuilding our friendship.”
“Here’s an interesting comment, Declan. Katie Pearce would like to know your level of commitment to this Holly thing. Are you in it for the fun or are you in it for marriage and kids?”
Fuck, he had to put me on the spot.
“First of all, Katie, you should know what Holly and I have isn’t a ‘thing.’ You guys already know I’m a flirt with a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em reputation. Get pussy or go home has been my motto for a long time. The only person that has never applied to is Holly.”
I look at the camera as if I were looking Holly directly in the eye, and hopefully I am. “Whatever Holly wants, I’m down for it. Friendship, dating, sex, marriage, kids, any or all of those and I’m there in a heartbeat. I probably shouldn’t have gotten drunk and talked about her the other night. It wasn’t fair to her, so from now on we’re going to focus solely on Baxter’s love life instead.”
“My love life is a lot more interesting than his, anyway,” he quips, putting his personality on display.
“One last question from Donna Q. She wants to know if Holly will ever make an appearance on our show. The answer to that is no. When I first started this channel, Holly was all for it, but she’s shy and wanted to keep my show and our personal lives separate. If things continue to progress with us, that will always be my goal. Thank you all for joining Baxter and me today on The Funhouse. Don’t forget to send in your info if you want a shot at a date with Baxter. I’ll keep you updated if there’s a love connection. We’re out.”
There’s a knock on the door, and Baxter lets Holly in. “On a scale of one to ten, how pissed is Sage?”
My gaze travels the length of her body as she answers. Wearing a pair of short shorts and a t-shirt with a plunging neckline, Holly looks smoking hot. “Surprisingly, she’s not. Check your phone. She’s all for playing dating game on your show.”
Lifting my attention from her breasts, Baxter snickers as I finally reply, “Huh. Well, okay then. We could have some fun with this. Maybe Sage and Baxter should go out on a double date and compare notes on camera.”
“That would be funny as hell,” Baxter says before popping some chips in his mouth.
“Did you miss me? Is that why you stopped by?”
The mischievous glint in her eyes quickly transforms to tenderness. “Actually, I wanted to say thank you. For apologizing, and for making whatever this is between us off limits to your fans.”
“You know you’re still going to get stalked by his hardcore fans while you’re out. It happens to me all the time.”
Even though Baxter is teasing her, it’s still true. I mean, I’m not Justin Timberlake or anything, but I’ve definitely got a fan base and get asked for selfies and dates often. Holly cringes but tries to cover it up.
“Guess that’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get there. I’ve got to get back to work, but come by before you leave, Baxter, I have a present for you.” I stand and cross the room quickly before she leaves. As I place my hand against her lower back, my pulse quickens. Holly flashes me a sweet smile as she steps out of my grasp.
“Will do,” he calls out as I close the door. “That girl wants nothing to do with your fame, Declan.”
“Yeah, I’m beginning to see that for myself.”
Baxter cocks his head to the side and looks at me with a dare in his eyes. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m not sure, but I’ll figure it out.”
I’m lying on the couch reading a book when my phone goes off.
Holly: Don’t hate me, but I have to cancel Friday.
I hit the call button and she answers right away.
“Please don’t cancel. We need this time, Holly.”
She sighs softly into the phone. “I know, but Heather needs a place to go this weekend and I haven’t seen her in almost three months. I told her we could spend the weekend together.”
My heart slows down a bit. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Ken is going away for the weekend and needs a place for her to go. She asked to stay with me instead of her grandparents and I said yes.”
“Maybe I can bring dinner over instead? I’d love to see the little squirt.”
“I think she’d like that.”
“What about you? Would you like that?”
This is so stupid. She lives across the hall and we’re talking on the phone like two lovesick teenagers.
“I would, I think it will be fun.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Dec, you know what else I’d like?”
“What?”
“For you to open your front door.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m off the couch and at the door in record time.
“Hey,” she says as I pull her inside. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a tank top and a pair of sleep shorts. All I want to do is rip them off and bury myself in her.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” I groan.
She glances between us, where my dick is tenting my sweats, and bites her lip. “That’s so hot.” Her husky voice is music to my ears.
Fuck the niceties and forget going slow, I want her wrapped around me right now. I lift her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. I’ve got her ass cupped in the palms of my hands and walk us to my big, cushiony chair.
Sitting down with her on top of me, she crushes her mouth to mine.
Fuck yes
With my hands planted firmly on her ass, I squeeze and pull her closer. She grinds against my cock, and it’s all I can do to keep from coming like a twelve-year-old in my pants. Groaning as her tongue meets mine, I pull her tighter to me.
Her kiss ignites a fire between us. We’re frantically grasping at each other like two long-lost lovers. Which, in a way, I guess we are. With one hand, I wrap her ponytail around my fist. When her head falls back, I sink my teeth into her neck.
“Declan!”
“Yes, love,” I murmur against her skin while sliding my hand into her shorts. She’s wetter than I ever remember her being. “Fuck, Holly, your pussy is drenched.”
With a slight adjustment in our positioning, I’ve got her neck against my mouth, my thumb against her clit, and my finger is about to slide home, right where it belongs. As soon as I dip inside of her, I tug on her hair, and she screams in pleasure as her pussy quivers around my finger.
“You’re so fucking tight.” As I work a second finger inside of her, she sucks in a deep breath. “We’re going to have to work up to fitting me back inside of you, aren’t we, love?”
“Yes, oh God, Declan. I want you so much.”
Pre-cum drips from my cock as she writhes against me. With each tug of her hair and thrust of my hand, she falls further and further into hedonistic pleasure. As she detonates around me, I swallow her cries as our tongues meet in an erotic reunion. Her walls continue clenching my fingers, but as our kiss slows she begins to back off, and my fingers lose their temporary home.
Our eyes meet as I bring my fingers to my mouth. Holly watches in a sexual daze as I suck one into my mouth and then a second. Surprising me, she slides off my body and gets on her knees between my legs. Her eyes never leaving mine, she pulls my cock out of my pants—that is, until she looks down. She must like what she sees because she licks her lips and flashes a lascivious look my way before lowering her mouth and licking the tip like a long-awaited treat.
When her tongue flicks against my sensitive head, a hiss escapes my lips as my fingers dig into the arms of the chair. I’m trying to enjoy the pleasure she’s giving, but I’m so close to coming it’s ridiculous.
She works my length with her hands as she lowers he
r mouth onto me. Immediately moving my hands into her hair, she works me with her tongue. “That’s it, Holls, suck it like you own it.”
With my words, she goes to town with a passion I’ve never seen from her. When I tug on her hair, she responds with even more fervor, my balls tightening in response. “Holly … I’m going to come.” She doesn’t stop, and I can’t hold on any longer. “Holls, I can’t … Fuck, Holly!”
My hips buck of their own accord, pushing me further down her throat. My vision fades, and I explode into her talented fucking mouth. While she’s aggressively sucking down every last drop, my heart is about to burst. That was fucking everything.
“Holy shit…” I’m gasping for breath as she pulls away from me, wiping off her bottom lip with her thumb. “Jesus, love.” I pull her up to me and drown out my breathless words with a kiss.
She’s never swallowed before with me; I’m blown away. Her hands cup the sides of my face tenderly as she pours her heart into kissing me.
As we break apart, she gives me a shy smile. “I think we might have skipped a few steps,” she says.
“What was that?”
“Grownup foreplay?” she answers with an arched brow.
I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “I think I’d be okay with skipping a few more steps if it gets us to grownup sex.”
She laughs; it’s a full-bodied happiness. “I’m not sure what came over me. I felt bad about our date and I was thinking about earlier. I guess I was on emotional overload. This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to. I know I’m not really your type.”
And there it is—the insecurity I never even realized existed until Baxter pointed it out.
“Okay, butterfly master, let’s reel that yo-yo in, shall we? Let us address these issues one at a time. Whatever came over you, you feel free to let it come over you again and again for the rest of our lives. That was insanely fucking hot. You don’t need to feel bad about our date because we’re still going to have it, just in a different form.”
When my eyes catch hers, she tenses in my arms. This needs to stop now. “As far as my type, I’m attracted to all kinds of women. Looks aren’t the only thing that pulls me in. Personality, body, smile, I could go on. The only specific type I have is you.”