by Lily Harlem
Reece stared downwards, too, at his fingers wrapped around Cade’s dark, thick shaft. When he pushed his fist to the root Cade’s tip bulged forwards and the slit elongated as he drew down the skin.
“Come,” Reece said, water running over his face and falling from his chin. “Let me see you come in my hand.”
Cade clasped Reece’s shoulder. “It’s here.”
Reece was sure he could feel the cum traveling up Cade’s shaft in a fast pulsing wave. It shot from the end, some landing on Reece’s thigh but mostly dropping to the floor.
Cade moaned long and loud and it echoed around the cubicle, bouncing from the walls, the roof and the floor and mixing with the sound of the water crashing down.
On and on Reece jerked on Cade’s shaft, drawing more spunk from him.
Cade dug his fingers into Reece’s flesh and he pressed his forehead on Reece’s shoulder.
“That’s it, keep coming,” Reece said, loving how extended Cade’s orgasm was. “Keep coming.”
“Ah, fuck, don’t stop,” Cade gasped, thrusting his hips forward and ramming his cock harder into Reece’s fist. “More…”
Reece gave him it and felt the warmth of another string of cum filling his hand.
“Yes,” Cade hissed. “That’s it…ah…”
Reece tilted Cade’s chin and placed his mouth over his. He kissed him hard, shoving his tongue in as he slowed the movements on Cade’s cock.
Cade returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Reece, holding onto him and pressing into him.
“Jesus,” Cade said eventually. “That was really something else.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a hand job before?” Reece said with a smile.
“Yeah, of course, just not from you.” Cade grinned—his cheeks were red and his lips a little puffy from their kisses. “And being here, with what we’ve got in store. That script…” He shrugged. “I dunno, I guess it just made me feel like we’re so close.”
“We are. It’s been quick but fuck, when you know, you know.”
“Yeah and I know that your big, hard knob is jabbing into my belly,” Cade said, pulling back and glancing between them.
He was right, Reece’s erection was standing proud, the veins bulging, and the warm water had turned it shiny and dark.
“Want me to return the favor?” Cade asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t say no,” Reece said. He needed relief desperately. The truth was if Cade didn’t return the favor, he’d have to sort himself out.
“So turn around,” Cade said, shifting and pushing on Reece’s shoulders so that he leaned back against the tiled wall in the spot he’d been in seconds earlier. “And hold on.”
The pressure building in the base of Reece’s belly was delicious and it dragged to his cock, arse and balls in a needy wave of anticipation.
Cade kissed Reece’s chest then squatted and planted kisses on his abdomen. He got to his knees so his mouth was level with Reece’s cock.
“Oh, God…really?” Reece said, staring at Cade.
“Yeah, I was pissed that I couldn’t suck you till you came on set. I had to stop to give Tom what he wanted, fucking, but given the choice, I’d have brought you to orgasm with my mouth.” He paused and took hold of Reece’s cock. “Which is what I’m going to do now.”
Reece locked his knees and did the same as Cade had done, stretched out his arms to brace against the sides of the cubicle. “Okay,” he managed.
He held his breath as Cade opened his mouth wide and took the tip of his cock between his lips. The water flowed down Reece’s face, over his nose and lips and cascaded around his dick.
Cade looked up at him. His lashes were wet and his hair plastered to his head.
As their gazes connected, Cade poked the tip of his tongue into Reece’s slit. Not a little bit but a long way, easing it open and wide.
The stinging, stretching sensation zipped down Reece’s cock to his balls and he hissed in a breath. “Fuck.” It was good but also new.
Cade was still studying him carefully and with his tongue pressed into Reece’s tip, he massaged Reece’s shaft—tight, smooth strokes, eased by the water.
“Mmm…” Reece said. “That’s good.”
Cade didn’t answer. Instead, he moved his tongue and took Reece’s cock deep into his mouth.
Reece watched, slackened his jaw and held his breath. The inside of Cade’s mouth was amazing. Hot and wet and slippery, it hugged his cock snug.
Cade kept on going, taking more and more of Reece’s shaft. He’d shut his eyes now, as though concentrating.
“That’s so deep,” Reece gasped. “So fucking deep I can feel your damn tonsils, I swear.”
A tickle spread over his balls—Cade was exploring him there and gently massaging. The cum was being agitated, the pressure building.
Cade pulled back, revealing Reece’s shaft then he sank down again.
Reece groaned and tipped his head upward. The water sluiced down onto his face, adding to the sensations in his body. He’d been transported to Heaven—it was the only explanation.
He parted his legs as Cade searched behind his bollocks, rubbing and teasing the sliver of skin between his sac and anus. Damn, this was a fucking amazing blow job.
His thoughts were suddenly halted when Cade slipped a finger into his arsehole, the water easing the way.
“Ah…” Reece gasped, staring down at Cade again. His cock was buried almost to the hilt in Cade’s mouth. “Fuck, yeah…”
Cade delved higher, curled his finger forward and massaged.
Reece nearly shot his load right then. He tensed, rolled his toes on the tiled floor, and his arms shook. It was as if a huge rollercoaster of pleasure was rampaging through his pelvis.
“Damn, that’s good…” he groaned, staring at the water pounding onto Cade’s head and face and at his cock slipping in and out of Cade’s beautiful mouth. “You gonna swallow?” He needed to know, he was nearly there.
Cade didn’t answer, instead he upped the pace.
“I’m coming,” Reece said. The bliss was at bursting point. Cade was giving his prostate a deep massage, pressing into his body and it was so much, too much.
“Here it is…” he said, gritting his teeth and releasing the first spurt of relief.
Cade swallowed, tugging the end of Reece’s cock down his throat.
Reece cried out, the ecstasy was extreme. His abdomen trembled and his arsehole clamped around Cade’s finger.
“Oh, God…” he gasped. “Yeah, more.”
Cade kept going and more spunk ripped from Reece, landing in the warm chamber of Cade’s mouth. It was so satisfying to empty into a hot vessel, rather than his own hand, onto his belly or his shower room floor.
A final stream of cum blasted out of him. He shut his eyes and let the ecstasy swirl around his mind the way the shower-steam was caressing his body.
Cade slowed and gently removed his finger from Reece’s arse.
A tremble went through Reece, all of his nerves giving a judder of satisfaction.
Cade withdrew and caught Reece’s cock in his palm.
Reece blew out a breath, a little dizzy, and was thankful that he was still braced against the tiled wall and the glass sides.
“You’re awesome when you come,” Cade said, standing and reaching for the shower gel. “You know that?”
“You’re fucking awesome at making me come.”
Cade soaped up his hands. “That’s what I really wanted to do to you back in England, in that first scene, but it wasn’t in the script. I’ve been dying to taste you, feel you throb in my mouth and rub your hot-spot until you can barely stand.” He placed his soapy palms on Reece’s chest and lathered the bubbles in, easing them around his nipples.
Reece was breathing hard, the hot air filling his lungs rapidly. “Yeah, got to stick with the script, eh.”
“Only when we’re acting. There was no acting just now that was passion.” He leaned forward and kissed
Reece. “That was me needing you.”
Reece let go of the walls and wrapped his arms around Cade’s waist. What the hell had he done before he met this man?
“We should really go out and find food,” Cade said.
“But that means getting dressed, and I like you naked.”
Cade laughed. “And you were the one who needed persuading to skinny dip that first day.”
“Didn’t take much persuading.”
“True.” Cade pushed Reece’s hair back from his face. “No, I want to take you out. Let’s wander along the Strip, see the sights. I’ll buy you dinner.”
Reece raised his eyebrows. “That sounds suspiciously like a date.”
“Well I’ve fucked you, you’ve fucked me—I guess it’s time we went a-courtin’.” He put on a silly accent for the last few words.
Reece grinned. “Okay, wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me.”
“That’s usually how my dates go.” He slapped Reece’s arse and the thwack snapped around the shower cubicle.
“Ow, watch it, you. I might get used to that.” The sting spread over Reece’s buttocks.
“You should. Now get your sexy arse dressed. We’re going out in ten.”
Reece did as he’d been told. He dried and pulled on jeans and a fresh T-shirt. He couldn’t stop smiling. He just loved being with Cade. Not only that, but the hotel room was so sumptuous he felt like he’d landed in an alternative universe where he was a rich guy—happy and in love and with everything he could ever need.
“Come on,” Cade said, shoving his wallet into the pocket of his denims. “Let’s go.”
Reece grinned. Cade was clearly looking forward to a walk along the Strip. He was too. Vegas was a place he’d seen a hundred pictures of but never thought he’d actually visit. He’d never have been able to afford it.
The lobby of The Luxor was enormous and crowded. Visitors were coming and going, hauling bags around and pushing luggage. Reece and Cade wandered through, happy to people-watch then ambled out of the front doors, pausing to admire the Egyptian figures that were set in fountains.
“I think we should head that way,” Cade said. “See if we can find The Bellagio.”
“Why? What’s there?” Reece followed him into the sultry desert heat.
“They have a big fountain display, every hour or something—all set to music. There was an article about it in the magazine on the plane.”
“Oh yeah, I read that as well.” Reece reached out, took Cade’s hand and held it in front of them a little. “Is that okay?”
Cade looked at their joined fingers. “Works for me.”
Reece smiled and stepped forward, holding his lover’s hand with his chin held high.
They stopped to admire a New York themed hotel with a rollercoaster hugging the outer edges then spotted a replica of the Eiffel Tower at The Paris Hotel on the opposite side of the enormous road.
Eventually they came to The Bellagio. It was set a little back from the other hotels and before it was an enormous man-made lake. They’d arrived at just the right time because an array of bright lights came on and a blast of music burst from speakers all around them.
“Wow,” Reece said, as water shot hundreds of feet into the air.
“Something else, eh?” Cade said, squeezing his hand.
“It all is,” Reece said, looking upwards. “It’s all bloody fantastic.”
Chapter Fourteen
Reece woke with a warm body snuggled in behind him. It took a moment to remember where he was, but not who he was with.
Cade.
He opened his eyes and saw the curtains drawn against the sloping windows—handily anchored at the base of the frame to stop them hanging into the room. He glanced around, spotted the plush chair, the huge blackjack picture and the bowl of fruit.
Stretching out his legs, he became aware of a stiff cock sitting in his crack. He wriggled a little and sighed. It had been the first time he’d lain down, slept and woken with someone in a long while. It felt good, right. Cade’s quiet, slow breaths on his neck made him hope that there would be many more nights and mornings together.
For several minutes he lay still, enjoying the dull ache of his morning erection and wondering if perhaps he should flip Cade over and give him a wake-up call. They’d gone for beer at the Excalibur Hotel after the fountain show and had ended up enjoying steak and fries before heading back. Having not slept on the long flight, Reece had shut his eyes and drifted off as soon as he’d climbed into bed. He hoped Cade wouldn’t take it as a slight considering how fucking horny he thought Cade was—Reece just wasn’t used to coping with jet lag. He’d never had to before.
“Hey, you awake?” Cade asked, sliding his hand over Reece’s waist and settling his palm over his navel.
“Yeah, just. Sorry about last night. I was knackered.”
“Me too. Don’t worry about it. It was nice to be close.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Cade pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “What time is it?”
Reece craned his neck to see the bedside clock. “Just gone eleven.”
“Eleven in the morning?” There was panic in Cade’s tone.
“Yeah, judging by the sunlight trying to break through the curtains, I’d say it was morning.”
“Fuck.” Cade leaped from the bed. “The crew will be here in a few minutes to set up, and Bret won’t be far behind.”
Reece turned over and eyed Cade’s cock, which was stiff and bobbing from his dark mass of pubic hair.
“Oh, no,” Cade said waggling his finger at Reece. “We have to save ourselves, like seriously… You do not want to peak too early. Not today.”
“I’m all for peaking,” Reece said, sitting and licking his lips as he leaned closer.
Cade laughed. “Stop looking at my cock like you want it for breakfast and get yourself up, showered and dressed.” He paused and put his hands on his hips. “’Cause we got ourselves a porn movie to make, cowboy,” he drawled like a drunk ranch hand.
Reece laughed and watched as Cade strutted naked to the bathroom and shut the door. Damn, what a cute arse. It really was a sin to have it clothed. It was just as well he was into showing it off to the world.
And he was right, of course. It wouldn’t do to use up all their sexual energy now. They had work to give their attention to, a movie to make and soon Bret—hung like a donkey—would be here ready for action.
Reece sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his toes sinking into the deep pile carpet. He recalled the script—the cowboy ménage a trois fantasy being realized for his character Timothy. He’d never even thought about a cowboy fantasy—it certainly wasn’t one of his—but the ménage a trois was. Hell, yeah, he’d have some of that threesome action.
A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine. All those months with just his own hand and now he’d have two lovers to play with. It was all pre-planned and with a third party, he couldn’t imagine they’d change things around like they’d done last time. It was going to get hot and sweaty and he was going to be wham bam in the middle of it all.
He’d have cocks in his mouth and mouths on his cock. There’d be fucking and being fucked, his hole taking it all and his dick spurting.
His shaft surged some more. He was horny just thinking about it—he hoped to hell he wouldn’t show himself up and come too early. Perhaps he should jack a quick one out before the show? Just so he wasn’t as on the edge as he was now.
He stood, reached for the glass of water by the bed and took a gulp. He could hear the shower running. Cade was getting ready to go. He’d give the guy his privacy—everyone needed privacy to get ready for a good hard arse pounding.
Walking to the window, he reached for one of the soft hotel robes. He tugged it on and covered his hard-on. The air conditioning was cool but he reckoned he’d be glad of that when things heated up.
He pulled back a curtain and stared out at the Vegas skyline, which shimmered in the hea
t. But he didn’t really see it. He was too caught up in the story, the script and the way the movie they were making would be going today. This hotel room, this room he’d slept in with Cade, was going to be his canvas for creating a seriously hot sex scene. It was a far cry from decorating with paint and paper. Now he would fill it with naked skin, spunk and cries of delight.
He smiled to himself then turned when there was a knock at the door.
He walked over to open it. “Donna,” he said as he pulled it wide. “Good morning to you.”
“Well I hope you had a decent amount of sleep,” she said, frowning at him. “Because it’s going to be a long day for you and if you’ve been at it all night with lover boy then you’re going to peak too early.”
He sighed. “I promise I will not peak too early and besides, we just slept last night.”
She huffed. “Yeah, I believe you, though millions wouldn’t. Where’s Cade?”
It was clear to Reece that she didn’t believe him at all but he couldn’t be bothered to argue. “He’s in the shower. Getting ready.”
“Good, I need you showered too—and shaved. You need to look like you’ve preened for this big occasion with the cowboy. This is one of Timothy’s lifelong fantasies and he’d be excited and smart.” She held up a checked red shirt and dark denims. “This is what you’re wearing. A bit yank to emphasis the cowboy theme.”
Reece fingered the shirt. It was soft flannel. “I like it.”
“Good.” She pressed it to him. “The jeans should fit just fine. Make sure you go commando.”
“Of course.”
There was another bang on the door.
Donna reached behind herself and opened it.
“Morning,” Jack murmured, strolling in. He didn’t make eye contact with either Donna or Reece, just headed for the curtains. He pulled them all wide, letting light flood the room.
“Right, you get to it,” Donna said, wafting her arm in Jack’s direction. “And I’ll hurry these boys along.”
“Yep, best do that. Bret won’t want to be kept waiting. You know what he’s like,” Jack said, putting his camera on the plush chair.