“Mr. Huntley?”
Chris started at Bethany’s calm voice. He spun to his right, his heart thumping hard. He froze when he found his personal assistant smiling at him.
She stood a few feet away, dressed in the skimpiest black bikini he’d ever seen, her gaze fixed on his face. “I think you need my help.”
Chris swallowed. His cock, damn near erect thanks to his constant thoughts of Liev, throbbed. “What for?”
She walked toward him, and for a split second the tattoo below her shallow navel caught his attention. His cock throbbed again. For some reason the sight of something rebellious like ink on his poised assistant made his blood rush faster through his veins. And then he jerked his stare back to her face, her crazy mane of wild red ringlets almost hiding her eyes.
A slow smile pulled at her lips. His mind told him they were full and lush lips. Told him the rest of her was lush and beautiful. Told him this was what was meant to arouse him. This, not a man with a hard, muscular body, a hard, angular frame and a hard, thick cock.
He was meant to be turned on by womanly curves, boobs, curving hips…
So why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking of Liev fucking Reynolds?
Bethany stopped a mere foot away, her green eyes reflecting the pale blue light of the swimming pool. “You know what for.”
The lump in Chris’s throat grew fat. Hot. “Because I want…”
He couldn’t say it. Not aloud.
Because I want Liev. God, help me, I want Liev. So fucking—
His personal assistant closed the minute distance between them, slipped her fingers between the waistband of his Speedo and his hips and slid the wet item of clothing down.
His cock sprung free, fresh blood surging through its growing length. The summer night air wrapped around it, a warm caress that made his gut hitch.
“Bethany,” he said, his voice a broken croak. “What are you doing?”
“What needs to be done,” she whispered.
And before Chris could move, she lowered to her knees, cupped his balls in her hands, closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
Chapter Nine
Liev let himself into the harbour-side mansion without a sound. It was almost two a.m. He didn’t want to wake anyone up.
After checking to make sure the concertina doors leading out onto the main balcony were locked, he walked into the kitchen. He’d grab a bottle of water from the fridge, check the windows and then head down to the lower floor to do the same there. After that, he’d have a shower in the bathroom attached to the gym, relieve the tension in his body he knew wouldn’t ease off until Chris Huntley had left Australia while under the running water—if then—and then head to bed.
Chris’s first public appearance later that day was at a wildlife reserve. As conflicted as he was about his feelings for the man, he still needed to be at the peak of his—
A small white sheet of notepaper stuck to the fridge caught his eye.
Need you by the pool. B.
Liev frowned at Bethany’s neat, no-nonsense handwriting. By the pool? What the hell did she need from him by the pool? It wasn’t like she required sunblock to be rubbed onto her back. Not at this time of night.
What if she’s going to test you again? Like she did on the first night? Would you be able to say no tonight? Given how fucking crazy you’re going with need for Chris?
Shucking off his tux jacket, he tossed it over the back of a chair and headed for the pool. He didn’t have an answer. All he could do was hope to bloody God he didn’t find Bethany dressed in sweet fuck all again. He didn’t think his strained nerves and taxed control could handle it.
He’d be just as likely to bury himself in her tightness and imagine it was—
He stopped, his heart smashing into his throat with violent force, his stare fixed on the sight of Bethany on her knees, Chris standing before her, his hands fisted in her hair, his cock disappearing into her mouth.
A strangled growl escaped Liev, barely audible over the moans of the two people by the pool.
He stared at them. His blood roared in his ears. The hair at his nape prickled. His flesh flushed, then ran cold.
Beads of water glistened on Chris’s body, the pool’s blue light dancing in each tiny drop. It highlighted the man’s physical perfection, the sculpted strength of his muscles. Liev devoured his naked form, unable to look away.
His gut knotted. An excruciating pressure clamped around his chest. He watched as Chris’s head lolled backward, the man’s lips parting, his eyes closing. Pleasure etched his face. Pleasure and something else. Something tormented.
A low groan escaped the actor’s throat, scraping at Liev’s sanity. At Chris’s feet, Bethany moaned in reply.
Tight heat lashed at Liev’s dick. His balls throbbed, heavy with anguished want. His stare moved to her mouth, his own mouth going dry at the hypnotic sight of Chris’s thick, rigid cock thrusting in and out of it.
Fuck, he wanted that cock in his mouth. So fucking much it hurt.
And yet there it was, in Bethany’s.
Anger ripped through him, scalding hot and bitter. He snarled, driving his blunt nails into his palms. Tiny crescents of pain cut into his flesh, but still he didn’t move. Still he didn’t tear his stare from the vision before him.
As much as it hurt him, it turned him on as well.
Fuck, did it turn him on.
He watched Bethany blow Chris and craved the man’s flesh on his tongue. Jealousy ate at him, as hot and acrid as his anger, and still he couldn’t look away. Still he couldn’t turn and leave.
Standing motionless, shrouded by the lush overhanging greenery of the garden, he stared at the erotic act and ached to take Bethany’s place.
Fucking ached for it. Like he’d never ached for any other thing.
Another groan left Chris, this one louder. His arse cheeks bunched. His back arched. His thrusts into Bethany’s mouth increased in speed.
From his place in the darkness, Liev grabbed at his mocking erection and squeezed, willing crippling pain into his groin. None came. Instead, excruciating pleasure scored through him. Twisted and intense and wretched.
Teeth ground, Liev glared at the two lovers, his blood boiling, his balls swelling. He let out an anguished moan when Chris slammed his cock deeper into Bethany’s mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Chris’s eyes snapped open. He jerked his stare to where Liev stood, his nostrils flaring. At Chris’s feet, Bethany withdrew her mouth from his length and turned to study Liev over her shoulder, her expression unreadable.
Liev met Chris’s gaze, the American imprisoning him for a heartbeat. Just one.
He had to go. Now.
He spun on his heel.
“Liev.”
Chris’s plaintive plea stopped him.
He turned back, hiding his pain from Chris behind a bored expression. “Yeah?”
The American stared at him. Naked. Erect. “Don’t.”
Unable to stop himself, hating his lack of self-control, Liev took him all in. His chest was free of hair, his nipples small and round and beaded. His torso was lean and sculpted, his abs a divine six-pack Liev knew would be heaven to explore with tongue and lips. To chart a journey down to the shallow dip of his navel, to follow the thin trail of honey-blond hair leading from his navel down to his dick.
Unhinged lust surged through Liev at the small bead of pre-come oozing from the tiny slit on the tip of Chris’s erection. A groan rumbled in his chest but he denied it. Refused it.
Returning his stare to Chris’s face, he crossed his arms. “Don’t what?”
He’d always known there’d be a solution to the problematic sexual chemistry between him and the actor. It seemed Chris and Bethany had discovered what that solution was. Unfortunately, Liev hadn’t prepared himself for how brutal the solution would be on his state of mind, his soul. Perhaps this was how they did things in the movie world? If that was the case, he didn’t want a bar of it.
Chris drew in a slow breath. “Don’t go.”
Cold contempt cut through Liev’s wretched need. “You need me to guard you while you’re getting head? Sure. No worries, boss.”
“I don’t…” Chris sucked in another breath. His chest heaved. “That’s not what I want.”
A vise compressed Liev’s temple. He didn’t say a word.
Bethany walked toward him, her hips undulating with each slow step. “I know what he wants, Liev.”
Liev narrowed his eyes. “And what’s that, love?”
A small smile curled her lips. She reached for the buttons on his shirt. “This.”
He didn’t move. His over-wrought mind kept him rooted to the spot. When she slipped her hands under the crisp white cotton and slid his shirt from his shoulders, his arms, he couldn’t stop his stare sliding to Chris.
“And this.” She released his belt, lowered his fly and pushed his tuxedo trousers to the ground.
He didn’t stop her.
Nor did he stop her when she inched his boxer briefs down over his hips.
Instead, he stared at Chris. Watched the man watching his flesh, his erection, be revealed to the night.
Instead, he remained a statue. Imprisoned not just by the open desire smoldering in Chris’s eyes, but by the foolish hope that what he so desperately ached for was truly about to become a reality.
He watched Chris move toward him. Watched him close the distance between them. Watched him stop but a breath away.
“It’s not guarding I need from you, Liev,” Chris said, his voice a low murmur. “It’s this.”
He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Liev’s aching cock, dragged his thumb over its distended, weeping head, and the last vestiges of Liev’s tenuous control shattered.
His mouth crushed Liev’s. There was no holding back. For Chris, holding back, second-guessing, hesitation and confusion no longer existed. He wanted the Australian like no other living soul he’d ever met and was done denying it.
The whole time Bethany’s mouth and tongue and teeth had worked his cock, he’d imagined them Liev’s. The whole time. Even when he’d tried to accept the reality—that it was his personal assistant giving him head, his female personal assistant—his body, his mind, his heart had rejected it and told him it was Liev.
Liev. And he didn’t want it any other way.
He swiped his tongue in Liev’s mouth, squeezing and kneading Liev’s impressively thick and long erection as he did so. The man groaned into his mouth, meeting the ravenous ferocity of the kiss with equal hunger.
Their teeth clicked. Their lips slid together. Chris pumped Liev’s shaft, his grip tight. Strong fingers joined his, the rough callouses telling him they belonged to the man he wanted more than breath. He moaned, capturing Liev’s tongue to suck on it with greedy force as he allowed Liev to guide his fist up and down his cock.
To his left, a low sigh caressed the night. Bethany. “Well done, boys. I’ll be back.”
A part of Chris wanted to pull away from Liev’s lips, to thank his assistant for what she’d done before she left. He had no delusions now it had been part of her plan. He’d suspected all along she’d had an agenda. The second Liev had entered the house on that first day, a lifetime ago, she’d begun to bring them together. Why, he didn’t know. When he was done losing himself to the absolute perfection of kissing Liev, of fucking Liev with his hand, he’d ask. But not now. Now all he wanted was the Australian.
The man’s rigid cock was like steely velvet against his palm. It burned his flesh. He pumped faster, Liev’s fingers governing the speed. The pressure.
Chris’s head spun. He tore his mouth from the kiss, dragging it over the rough angle of Liev’s chin. Tiny bristles rasped at his lips, the sensation flooding his balls with molten delight. Who would have thought a five o’clock shadow could arouse him so fucking much?
But it did. He explored Liev’s chin, his jaw, reveling in the friction of stubble under the tip of his tongue. It was so male, so foreign to Chris’s senses. With each lick, his cock pulsed and jerked. With each pulse and jerk of his cock, he squeezed Liev’s massive length harder.
“Fuck, yes,” the Australian groaned. “You have no idea…how much…” He stopped, his breath turning to a ragged gasp, his hips bucking forward as Chris scraped his thumb over the tip of his cock.
The jolting move rammed Liev’s hips and thighs to Chris’s. Stars of exquisite heat shot through Chris at the delicious contact. He nipped at Liev’s chin, sliding his other hand over the man’s smooth, warm hip to grab his ass.
Firm muscles bunched under his palm. Another moan vibrated in Liev’s chest. Fueled by the raw desire in the sound—and needing to feel their bodies together again—Chris released Liev’s rigid length and hauled Liev’s hips to his.
Their thighs rubbed. Their cocks slid together. Fresh stars erupted in Chris’s head as the warm pressure of Liev’s balls pressed to his. He reached for the man’s chin, holding it with shaky fingers as he plunged his tongue back into Liev’s mouth.
Liev did just what he wanted. He captured Chris’s tongue and sucked on it. Hard. Lines of painful pleasure speared through Chris, sinking into the pit of his belly, knotting around his engorged shaft.
Fingers scraped at his shoulders, his scalp. When Liev yanked a fistful of his hair and pulled his head backward, tearing the kiss apart, he protested on a raw moan.
The Australian laved his throat, his Adam’s apple with his tongue, all the while rolling his hips faster.
Chris couldn’t breathe. The sensations building in him from Liev’s cock stroking against his stole any hope of doing anything but surrendering. He raked his fingers over the bunched muscles of Liev’s ass again, grinding harder into Liev’s thrusts. If anyone had told Chris dry humping a naked man would electrify him more than being inside a woman’s tight, wet pussy he would have laughed at them. But he wasn’t laughing now. He was moaning and panting and begging for—
Liev stepped backward.
Away from Chris.
Chris snapped his eyes open. He sucked in a sharp breath, staring at the man before him.
Liev’s nostrils flared. His chest heaved. The powerful sight—Liev fighting his desire, barely in control—filled Chris’s mouth with saliva. Made his knees weak. “I have to know you’re sure, Chris,” Liev said on a shaky breath. “I can’t do this if you’re going to hate yourself after. I want you so fucking much I’m in pain standing here, but I’ll walk away if you’re not sure.”
Chris let a small grin play with his lips. “If you walk away, I’m calling the bodyguard guild and having you flogged.”
Liev shook his head. “I’m serious, Chris. I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you’re sure. That you’re not just caught in an adrenaline rush. That this isn’t just a thing you’re trying out for an upcoming role. I need to hear you say you want me. As much as I want you.”
“I…”
Chris couldn’t pull his stare from Liev. Oh boy, could he say it?
Liev’s nostrils flared. “I need to hear it, Huntley. Or I—”
Chris stepped toward him. “I want you, Liev Reynolds.” He reached out with his hand, feathering the tips of his fingers over Liev’s pecs, across one taut nipple. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Liev’s nostrils flared again. “Good. ’Cause I want that thick, hard cock of yours in my mouth now.”
He snatched at Chris’s wrists, hauled him back to his body and dropped to his knees.
Ungentle fingers wrapped Chris’s length. He cried out, liquid need surging into his balls.
“Tell me to suck your cock, Chris.” Liev’s order was hoarse. Strained.
Chris dropped his head, gazing down at Liev kneeling at his feet. The man’s hot breath fanned over the distended head of Chris’s penis like a million licks of warmth.
A shudder rocked through Chris and he pulled in a wobbly breath. “Suck my cock, Liev.”
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sp; Without preamble or hesitation, Liev closed his lips around the bulbous rim of Chris’s cock and sucked.
Concentrated pleasure scorched through Chris’s body. He groaned, tangling his fingers in the thick strands of Liev’s hair, holding Liev’s head to his throbbing organ. The man’s mouth was nothing like Bethany’s on his flesh. Nothing was like the man’s mouth on his flesh. Holy fuck, how could a simple seal of lips around a dick be so exquisite?
Fresh pleasure surged through him as Liev painted the tip of his cock with his tongue.
He bucked his hips forward, wanting to bury his length deeper into the man’s talented mouth.
With a pop of releasing suction, Liev flicked him an arrogant look. “Tell me what you want me to do with your cock now, Chris. I’ve sucked it. Tell me what—”
“Fucking suck it all the way to my balls, goddamn it,” Chris ground out, his belly hitching from consuming tension and need. He was trembling. And impatient. Every second Liev’s mouth wasn’t fucking his dick was torturous. “Please?”
A ravenous hunger flared in Liev’s eyes at the plea. He took Chris’s cock in his mouth again. Circling its tip with his lips, he cupped the heavy weight of Chris’s scrotum in one hand, gripped the root of Chris’s shaft with the other and slowly, slowly inched down its length.
Chris barely remained standing for the exquisite duration.
He groaned, the honest sound tearing from his constricted throat.
When he stumbled back a step, Liev released his balls and held him still with a powerful grip, digging his fingers into Chris’s ass cheeks. So close to his anus swirls of intense, licentious need filled his vision.
Keeping him still, Liev withdrew up his length, swiping his tongue over the underside of Chris’s shaft as he went. He paused at the head, tormented the tiny knot of sensitive nerve-endings beneath the crown with the tip of his tongue and then, faster this time, slid down Chris’s cock again. Farther.
Once again, Chris’s knees trembled. Once again, Liev dug his fingers into his butt.
A ragged keening sound vibrated in Chris’s chest. He slammed his hips forward, driving his dick deeper into Liev’s mouth. Deeper. When he felt the head of his organ push against a soft wall, he couldn’t control himself anymore.
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