by GA Hauser
“Mm. We can’t screw but we can do something fun.”
“Can’t screw yet? I don’t mind.” He led her to the bedroom. “If it’s just a little.”
“I have a tampon in. No. Not yet.” She started opening his shirt.
He let her undress him, closing his eyes as she peeled back his clothing. An unwelcome image of Tyler Holliday posing nude popped into his head. He opened his eyes quickly.
Once he was naked, Fawn coaxed him back on the bed, taking off her own blouse and leggings, revealing her bra and thong.
“Nice. Come here.” He reached for her.
She crawled over the bed to him, meeting his lips again. As he kissed her, she smoothed her fingers over his chest.
Jordon parted from her mouth, running kisses down her neck, dropping her bra strap down her shoulder. He brushed his lips over her breast, moaning in delight. He found her hand and lowered it to his cock. She wrapped around it.
“That’s it,” he whispered. When he reached down the front of her thong, she stopped him. He went back to her breasts, respecting her wishes. “Faster, baby,” he hissed.
Jordon rubbed his hands over her erect nipples, but was on some kind of climax plateau and not getting closer to the edge. He sucked on her breast to encourage an orgasm, closing his eyes.
Tyler appeared, legs spread, his baby blues dripping with sexuality.
Jordon opened his eyes quickly.
“Are you close?” she panted, obviously growing tired.
“Can’t you suck it a little?” he begged.
“I’m not really into it.”
He reached to help her along, tightening his hold around hers.
“That hurts.”
“Sorry.” The mood was quickly vanishing. When he released her hand, she lowered it to the bed. As he worked himself, he tried to get her fingers between his legs.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He wanted her to push her finger into his ass. He had to see what that was all about. Without saying it, he kept aiming her downward. She suddenly realized what he was aiming for and jerked back in horror. “What the fuck are you trying to do?”
He was humiliated. His cock going soft, Jordon struggled to explain, “There’s… there’s something inside a guy that feels good.”
“Ew. No way.” She drew back and even raised her bra strap to cover up.
Jordon sat up. “Fawn.” He cupped her face tenderly. “A husband and a wife need to be able to explore things together. I need to know I can share my feelings with you and you won’t judge me. I mean, within reason. I wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.”
“You just did.” She climbed off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To shower.” She made a face like she was grossed out and closed herself into the bathroom.
Jordon rubbed the stubble on his jaw. He stared down at his flaccid cock in disappointment. “Maybe when she’s off the rag this will change. At least I can get laid.”
Jordon dropped back on the bed and touched himself gently, jealous for the first time in his life of his brother.
***
Jordon waited for her, splayed out on the bed.
After her shower Fawn emerged, wearing the same NYU t-shirt again. Jordon couldn’t understand why. The woman spent hundreds on her wardrobe. She sipped the leftover sangria as she typed the selections of caterers and hotels on Tyler’s list into his computer. “This looks nice, Jordy. Come here.”
He climbed off the bed, wearing just his briefs, and bent over to take a look.
“The menu looks fantastic. Mm, chocolate fondue.”
He smiled wryly. “You’d pick a place for the fondue?”
“No, silly!” She whacked him playfully.
He kissed her neck and shoulder. “Anywhere you like.”
“Let me circle it on the list and check the next one.”
He pushed her hair off the nape of her neck, kissing and sucking her skin gently.
“I’m getting the chills,” she giggled.
“Mm…” He ran his lips across her shoulder, tugging the shirt back.
“Okay. How about this one?”
He never looked up at the screen.
“No. I don’t like the set-up of the reception hall. What do you think?”
He peeked up. “Up to you.”
“What about spring, Jordy? It seems so far from now. I had my heart set on Christmas.”
Jordon knelt down, pivoted the chair to face him, and kissed her naked leg. “Like I keep saying, you decide. I have no problem with it either way.”
“Yeah, but that Tyler guy was kind of pushy.”
He kissed his way up her thigh. “Just tell him Christmas.” When he drew near to her crotch she stopped him. He explained, “I was just going to kiss you lightly. That’s all.”
“When I get back, I’ll be off my period. I promise we can have sex then, Jordy.” She spun around to the screen. “Good. Christmas. I like the idea of a winter wedding. We can ride a horse-drawn carriage in the snow. I can wear a fur muff!”
“I want some muff,” Jordon purred.
“You’re naughty.”
“I’m fucking horny.”
“I know! Geez, Jordon, you’re all over me.”
“I thought you liked it,” Jordon said, kissing her neck.
“I do. But I’m busy. And I have to get up early to get to the airport tomorrow.”
“I hate waiting for you.”
“I’m so worth it!” she replied, kissing him.
“You do love me, don’t you, Fawn?”
“Do I!” She hung her arms around his neck.
“And… and you think I’m attractive, right?”
“Yum! You’re a dreamboat.”
“And… I turn you on, right?”
She blinked as if he had asked one too many questions. “Why are you doing this now?”
“Making sure.” He kissed her. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” She gazed down at the large rock on her finger. “My friends are insanely jealous, Jordy.” She spun back to the computer. “Right. So call Tyler and tell him Christmas.”
“Okay.” He ran his fingers through her hair softly.
“Bed. I have to wake up before six tomorrow.” She shut the computer off.
When she stood, he hugged her.
“Man, you’re getting all mushy on me, Jordon,” she said.
“I’m an affectionate kind of guy.”
“Mm!” She kissed him and nudged back. “Let me brush my teeth and get to sleep.”
He released her and smiled to himself. “This is right. It is.”
When she was lying against his chest with her eyes closed, he petted her hair gently. As she drifted off to sleep and her breathing deepened, he sank into the pillows wearily. Just as he was dropping off, he began dreaming of kissing Tyler. His eyes sprung open and he looked around the darkness. He squeezed Fawn close and fell back asleep.
Chapter Four
“Mr. Buck.”
“Mr. Tripp.” Jordon smiled as they entered the elevator together.
“Enjoy your weekend?”
“I did. How about you?” Jordon admired Adrian’s expensive attire and inhaled his spicy cologne.
Adrian touched the corner of his own mouth suggestively. “Delicious.”
Jordon laughed in amusement. “I’m glad.”
“Have you given my proposition any thought?”
“No.” Jordon smiled to soften the blow. “Sorry.”
“If I weren’t such a gentleman, I’d shove you against the elevator wall, plant one on your lips, and grab your cock.”
Jordon choked in a cough.
“But,” Adrian whispered, “I am a gentleman.” He lowered his eyelashes shyly.
The doors opened to their floor. Jordon tried to recuperate from the aggressive suggestion.
“See you later, tiger.”
Unable to reply, Jordon just nodded and
escaped to his office, shivering at the overt comment. Faith appeared with a latte for him. Jordon took a moment to shake off the daydream.
“Jordon? Mr. Buck?”
“Huh?”
“Your latte?”
“Thank you, Faith. Just set it on the desk.” He removed his suit jacket and hung it behind the door.
“Did you have a nice weekend?”
“I did. You?”
“Very nice. How are the wedding plans progressing?”
“That reminds me. I have to call our wedding planner.”
“I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”
“Thanks.” When she shut the door behind her, he sat down, found Tyler’s business card, and stared at it.
Fawn had left very early that morning, her dark blue uniform fitting her snugly, wheeling her carry-on to the curb, waving for a cab. With a promise of some good loving when she returned, she pecked his lips and vanished in a tide of yellow taxis.
He needed to get up the nerve to make that phone call. Jordon set the card down and booted up his computer. It was still slightly too early for the stock market to open, so he had a few minutes.
It hadn’t occurred to him yesterday to look, but Jordon suddenly was curious about something. He held his breath and typed in “Tyler Holliday porn star,” hit send, and bit his lip in nervous anticipation.
The page lit up with sites. Terrified he’d end up with something criminal on his computer, he picked one that looked relatively tame and opened it. A photo of Tyler’s face and naked torso at the tender age of eighteen appeared with his videography: Suck it Deep, Play Toys, Bottom Up, Young and Listless…
“Shit. Shit.” Jordon panicked and backed out of the screen. “He was a baby. Jesus. A little boy.”
The sweat broke out on his body from his anxiety. He quickly brought up his work site with the list of stocks on it and rubbed his forehead. He stared at the card with as much angst as if he were about to go through oral surgery. He made a bold grab for the phone, put his headset on, fixed the mouthpiece in front of his lips, and dialed.
“Designs On You, Tyler Holliday, can I help you?”
His deep masculine voice sent shivers down Jordon’s spine. “Tyler.”
“Yes.”
“It’s… it’s Jordon Buck.”
“Mr. Buck. What can I do for you?”
The list Jordon had made in his head in answer to that question was obscene. “Uh… Fawn and I have spoken together about the date.”
“Yes.”
He’s the perfect fucking bottom! He’s big and brawny and loves it up the ass!
“We… we…” Jordon looked at his screen, seeing the stock market and imagining Tyler.
“I’m still here.”
“Fawn has her heart set on Christmas.” Jordon started squeezing his cock as it throbbed.
“Okay. You do realize we have to pick a place now?”
“Yes.”
“Has she made up her mind?”
“She circled a couple of places on your list.”
“Which ones?”
Jordon blinked. “Shit. I didn’t bring it with me.”
“If I read you the list, would you recognize them?”
“No.” Jordon pinched the head of his cock as it pulsated.
“Okay. Where is the list she made?”
“It’s back at my place. I live right on Wall Street.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Jordon peered down at his lap, suddenly realizing he was massaging his cock like a sex fiend. He placed his hand on the desk quickly. “What’s best for you?”
“I can stop by, or you can get it and meet me somewhere. Just tell me.”
He sounded busy. Jordon had to decide. He couldn’t imagine inviting Tyler to his home. Alone. With Fawn gone. “Meet me somewhere.” It sounded like a damn date.
“Wall Street?”
“There’s a restaurant in my building. Seventy-five Wall Street.”
“A restaurant? Dinner?”
Jordon felt ill.
Tyler said, “I thought you just wanted to give me some info. Did you need me to discuss things with you?”
“No. No… it was just a suggestion.”
“I’ll just meet you in the lobby. Is six okay?”
“Yes.”
“Great. See you there.”
Jordon hung up. “Dinner? You idiot!” He pounded his head with his fist and threw the headset on the desk. He picked up the latte and gazed out of the window as he sipped it, trying not to beat himself up over being such a moron.
A minute later when the market opened up, his phones began ringing. Jordon was glad. It kept his mind occupied.
***
The paperwork growing sweaty in his clammy hand, Jordon paced the lobby, standing near the entrance, watching the hordes of pedestrians and the yellow tide of taxi cabs crawl by. It was five minutes to the hour.
When Tyler appeared, Jordon’s pulse skyrocketed at the sight. Jordon had no idea why he reacted that way. It was as if he were meeting the love of his life.
Shit, the man is so fucking gorgeous, it’s criminal.
‘He’s the perfect fucking bottom! He’s big and brawny and loves it up the ass!’ “Shut up!” he screamed silently to make his brother’s words vanish from his brain.
“Mr. Buck.”
“Mr. Holliday.” Jordon took Tyler’s extended hand. The touch was electric.
“Let’s have a seat.” Tyler gestured to a leather sectional in the lobby near the window.
Jordon tried not to miss the cushion as he sat down because his attention was solely on the incredible ex-porn star. “Here.”
“Right.” Tyler set his briefcase at his feet and took the paper.
While Tyler read the selections, Jordon salivated over Tyler's profile.
“Good. Well,” he said, “I can do my best. These places book years in advance. I suggest you have a fallback plan in case they aren’t available.”
“Fallback plan.” Jordon loved the way Tyler’s black eyelashes complemented his light irises.
“Yes. Believe me, she’s not going to be happy when she finds out she’s beginning to plan a Christmas wedding seven months too late.” Tyler smiled and dimples appeared.
Jordon was in heat.
“You know, it’s funny.” Tyler grinned shyly.
“Sorry? Funny?” Jordon was so smitten he was lost.
“Well, I did have a little laugh at it when I first heard your names.”
“Names?” Jordon chuckled but didn’t get it.
“Fawn and Buck? Don’t you think that’s ironic?”
“Oh. Yes.” Jordon blushed. “We sound like porn stars.” Suddenly realizing his faux pas, Jordon went pale. “No. I didn’t mean…” He grabbed Tyler’s arm, mortified.
Tyler gazed down at the contact. A wry smile made its way to his face as his sky blue eyes met Jordon’s. “Doing some background checking on me?”
Jordon released his hold and interlaced his fingers nervously. “Just… ah… just…”
“Curious?”
Jordon gulped. Was that the same “curious” his brother and Adrian were talking about? Or just the run of the mill version?
“Sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.” Jordon knew his cheeks were on fire.
“Does it matter?”
The serious expression on Tyler’s face upset Jordon more than his humor. “God, no. Tyler, my brother is gay. Believe me. It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, but was he a porn star at eighteen?”
The yearning to cup Tyler’s face to comfort him was overwhelming. Jordon sat on his hands. “No. But he is a star on the stage.”
“Oh?”
At Tyler’s interested expression, Jordon almost cursed himself. The last thing he needed was to play matchmaker. “Never mind. So. Forget a Christmas wedding with those hotels?”