Rug Burns (Reviving Haven Book 2)

by Cyr, Cory

  I felt his balls tighten as I rolled them between my fingers and his dick expand as I stroked it. More fluid leaked out of the tip as I continued to suck. I gripped him as I pumped him faster between my lips. I was wet and my thighs slippery. It almost felt as though another wave of release was coming. I’d never felt this empowered. Keenan was putty. Well, mentally; his lower half was like concrete. It was sudden and caught me off guard when he came. His cock was so deep in my mouth I felt the head make contact with the back of my throat. Rich, thick seed burst from him as I tried to consume it all. He almost pitched forward out of the chair. He pumped furiously, holding on to my hair. I kept swallowing until nothing lingered except a few stray droplets.

  “There are no words in any language. Your mouth is stellar. It should be worshipped…”

  And there it was. That moment. The one where Keenan paused to think about what he’d meant to say and realized it was true. My mouth was worshipped—by many. I refused to feel guilty about what I enjoyed. I wondered how many times he'd admonished Latch for being a man whore. And he even told me he’d been no saint. So should I feel contrite or be chastised because I loved sucking cock? What? Because I was a woman? Because I was his? Because he loved me?

  I sighed as I got up off my knees. There was no eye contact between us. I knew this was a mistake, regardless of how good it had felt. Now we’d probably ruined our friendship too.

  I walked back into the house, leaving Keenan still sitting naked in the chair on the veranda. I took a quick swig of orange juice, then headed for the shower. Twenty minutes later, I came into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my body and hair. He was resting on the bed, dressed and appearing suddenly more stoic than usual.

  “Don’t say anything, Kee. I knew from the beginning this would never work.” I paused as I walked into the closet to get dressed. “You knew when we met how I was. I never hid anything from you,” I said wearily as I slipped into a robe.

  “I never asked you to change. I gave you free rein with just a few restrictions. I think I’ve been quite a lenient man, considering. Did it mean nothing when I said I loved you?”

  I sat next to him as I undid the towel from my head. He’d already changed me and I didn’t like it or want it. All of this was uncharacteristic for me. “Honestly, it pains me that you love me. I don’t want to hurt you. I like you, Kee, very much, but I can’t be that woman. The one that follows you around like a puppy and drools all the time. You cannot teach an old dog new tricks. You said you didn’t want to transform me. You already have. The fact that I was with you for months without sex, that’s huge for me. The fact I sucked your cock twice, I never do that. I’ve done so many things for you and with you that are out of my comfort zone.”

  “So is this you just walking away after we’ve fucked, after I declared my feelings for you? Do you just want to end it?” he asked as I watched his jaw noticeably tick.

  The hole in my chest vibrated. If I were smart, I would have ended this. Right then. If he had any will power, he should have gotten up and run. We were a combustible pair. I was going to hurt him badly. I knew it. I felt it in my heart. That’s how I knew I had feelings for the prick, because I cared enough about sparing him pain. Despite the fabulous sex and the largest cock I’d ever had the honor to blow. This could go nowhere. My brain was saying cut him loose, but my libido chose the alternative. “I still want us to be friends.”

  He shook his head violently. “Are you insane? I suppose that’s a stupid question, because I know you’ve clearly lost your mind. Weezie, we just fucked—many times. You had my cock in your mouth twice. We are so not in the goddamn friend zone,” he said as he frowned. “My offer still remains. I love you. That isn’t going to change just because you don’t want it. You’re right. I do know who you are and what your appetites entail. I knew all about the way you were before I came into this relationship. We can negotiate terms if that’s what you want, but they will be the same as before. I’m not asking for fidelity. Do what you must. But absolutely no intercourse. I have to draw the line at that. And I don’t want to know. Don’t confess to me. Just let me feign blissful ignorance and pretend you feel a thread of love for me.” He stood as he swept his fingers through his hair.

  Exactly how does one get a world famous male model to look the other way while she engages in sexual acts? “We can’t be in a relationship if I’m with other men, Kee.”

  He rolled his eyes as his hand paused over the blond scruff on his chin. “How is that any different than before? I gave you fucking permission, so do what you must… since I’m obviously not enough,” he whispered as sad blue eyes gave me a brittle look.

  I’d never felt guilty or ashamed, but for some reason, those emotions had saddled themselves on me. I needed to add selfish too, because I didn’t want to lose him. I wanted to be able to be with whomever I chose orally… but fuck Keenan. He was willing to share me with others if I saved the most carnal for him.

  “This is wrong, Kee. This is fucked up. How can you be okay with this?”

  He pinned me down with his body and mumbled a response. “I’m anything but okay with this. The thought of you with another man enrages me. But I would rather have the most intimate part of you than nothing. I guess we’ll see if I’m really the actor they’re hoping for when they turn Blood Vestige into a film franchise.”

  I pressed my body into his as I lay my damp hair against his shirted chest. “You’re going to be an actor? Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I never got the chance. We were otherwise occupied, and I didn’t want to sully the moment. I wanted our first time to be about us—about you. I won’t give you up, Weezie, so if you puffing on other men’s cocks is a ploy or a test, I won’t fail. I am in this for the long haul no matter what I have to do.” He kissed me on top of my head as he pulled away. “I have to go.”

  “But it’s Sunday,” I said with a pout.

  He grimaced as he began toeing on his shoes. “I need some alone time. I’m going surfing. I need you to consider what I’ve proposed. I’ll call you later.”

  With those words, he left.

  I needed someone to talk to. Someone nonjudgmental. There was no way I could confide in Haven. Shit. I couldn’t call her and tell her this. She would have a coronary or have me committed. Worse, she would divulge to Latch. The truth was I didn’t have many friends that were female. Ninety percent of my acquaintances were male. And frankly, I wasn’t even sure how this arrangement would sit with them.

  I’d call Brandi.

  She’d started all this with one fucking piece of fruit. Damn that banana. We had kept in touch off and on, but I hadn’t been in contact with her in over a year. I grabbed my cell off the nightstand and went through my contact list. There she was. I called and got her voicemail, so I left a message. I stomped around my condo, still smelling Keenan. He was in the kitchen and on the sofa. I brought my bed pillow to my nose, and his scent was on it too. Dammit, he was creating a sentimental monster. Big cock aside, he was just another gorgeous man. I’d had them before. Not like that you haven’t.

  My phone buzzed several hours later. Caller ID showed Brandi. Thank God.

  “Well, well, well, so how goes it, Hollywood?” Brandi crooned into the phone.

  “Hot and dirty, and that’s just the men.” I chuckled.

  “Jesus, Weezie, I haven’t heard from you in a while. Umm… yeah, just about the time you started dating that hot-as-hell piece of ass man-child Keenan Stone.”

  I snickered as I flopped down on my bed. “It’s only an eleven-year age difference, and we aren’t dating, per say.”

  “Okay, not what I read in the magazines—what are they calling you two, Kiwi? But tell me honestly you’ve at least banged him or blown him into oblivion.”

  Brandi had no idea how much truth there was in what she said. However, he was the one that had catapulted me to oblivion when he revealed his true feelings. Then again when he negotiated the terms of our future. “Don’t bel
ieve everything you read in the tabloids. Ninety percent is bullshit, especially this ‘Kiwi’ business. Named after a fucking fruit. Kill me now,” I sighed. “I do have a problem, though, and I know I don’t have to ask you this, but I need you to be discrete and not repeat this. I’m trusting you.”

  “Of course. We are in the plating sisterhood.”

  I laughed as I leaned back into my pillow. “Going old school, are we? Plating. Really? Just can’t get you to say cock sucking, huh?”

  “Oh God, no. I kind of like the word plating. Men have no idea what the hell it is, and by the time they figure it out, well, let’s just say their vocabulary is limited,” Brandi joked.

  I spent the next thirty minutes telling her everything. I left out the fact that Keenan Stone was over nine inches. As much as I loved Brandi’s wit, I really didn’t know her anymore. It was a case of us having history, but I hadn’t actually seen her in years. Keenan would kick my ass if the tabloids heard about his big cock—my big cock. And it was mine. Even I had trouble understanding why I would want anything more. He only thought he loved me. He couldn’t stand the thought of any woman having the balls to turn him down. It must have been quite the shocker when I didn’t surrender to his charisma and become compliant. It probably irked him. But the truth was I liked my men like my food—one-of-a-kind and of the gourmet variety. Blowing Keenan was like a specialty diet. It wasn’t that he couldn’t satisfy me; it was that I didn’t want to put my eggs into one basket. I enjoyed spreading the wealth, aka my lips.

  There would come a day when he would want more or he would walk away. Both would hurt me equally. I learned a long time ago that everyone leaves. People you care about are not meant to stay in your life forever.

  “So what you’re saying is that sexy Englishman wants you enough that he’s given you his blessing to be with other men?”

  I sighed. I hadn’t realized how distasteful it sounded until I heard it from another person. “With conditions.”

  “And they are…?” Brandi asked.

  “Actual fucking is off the table. Everything else is a go.”

  “Anal?” she asked, snorting.

  “Eww… God, Brandi, I wouldn’t even consider doing that with someone else right now.”

  “Interesting. So you have crossed that threshold with the golden boy?”

  “Let’s keep our conversation to the topic at hand, and it had nothing to do with asses. What do I do?”

  “Fuck, Weezie, if it were me, I’d keep that hottie model as the forerunner and a few less sexy studs stashed away for a rainy day. He’s too pretty to toss back. Keep him reeled in and wound tightly.”

  “Brandi, what is with the metaphors? I fucking hate fishing, I called you up for advice… You’re not helping,” I said, whining.

  “You didn’t call me for advice. Do I look like Dr. Phil? I’m a sounding board, Weezie. I know you. You’re going to do what you want. Mr. Stone has met his match, because you are a strong-ass independent woman with a weakness for plating—cock sucking. Nothing I could possibly say will change how you really feel. I hear it in your tone. It appears you too have met your equal. If you didn’t have brewing feelings for him, you wouldn’t have called me. You know I loathe romance and relationships, but you sound different. Let this gorgeous younger man love you. Accept it and what he has to offer. He’s allowing you the freedom to be yourself without any repercussions. I mean, this man is perfect. Hold on to him as long as you can.”

  I heard what she was saying. I just wanted her to confirm what I already knew. I wasn’t going to walk away from him. I’d already invested too much time, and the sex was off the charts. It had definitely been worth waiting for.

  Brandi and I spoke a while longer, then said our good-byes. I had lots to think about, including wondering if Keenan planned to see other women. I knew he wouldn’t have sex, but the thought of another woman kissing or going down on him… I felt unsettled as my entire body began to shake at the idea of him being intimate with someone else. We weren’t going to share our secrets. He’d said he didn’t want to know, and he knew how to be discreet after dealing with the reporters for years. Every time he kissed me or I took his cock in my mouth, I would wonder who’d been there prior to this moment.

  I wasn’t sure now if I could do this. I’d been an only child. My parents had never taught me the golden rules of sharing. We were already allocating time, days, and weeks. Between photo shoots and business trips, distance continually separated us. That made it easy for us to have others on the side. And now that Keenan was going to become a movie star, he’d have more female fans than ever. He might love me now, but when his acting career took off and we were apart for months, I had a sneaking hunch what he felt would fade.

  That was a good thing. Maybe all he needed was time. I wasn’t what he really wanted, and he didn’t need me. This was just a phase for him. All I had to do was sit back, enjoy our moments, and wait him out. Eventually, the not knowing would destroy him. Because wondering what other women he was with would eradicate me. But I’d made this bed and I would have to lie in it with or without him.

  13

  Sixteen Months Later

  As it turned out, our relationship wasn’t as abnormal as I thought it would be. As crazy as it sounded, it worked, at least for us. It had been almost two years now. The last sixteen months consisted of us now noted as a couple. We stayed pretty much the same. I worked. He worked. I saw him at least two to three times a week. There were occasions I went out of town with him.

  He took me to fashion week in Paris. I ended up coming home with seven pairs of shoes. Two I got free because I had big feet, so they were samples. Two were because I was Keenan’s lady friend, and the other three he shelled out five grand for because I whined like a little girl. He wasn’t only gorgeous, but generous.

  Even though we kept our relationship status low key, sometimes it ended up being futile. Kiwi was a major deal for the rags. Magazines were constantly speculating on what we were. One went so far as to rumor that Keenan was gay and us being together was just a ruse. He was furious. Not about what they were saying about him. He was used to the constant scrutiny. But what they where insinuating about me. It pissed him off enough to threaten legal action.

  We celebrated his next birthday in Scotland with Haven and Latch.

  As much as I adored seeing Haven, the event of Keenan’s birthday was a constant reminder that as he aged, I got older too. It never strayed far from my mind that he might wake up one day and want a younger woman. I tried to prepare for that possibility and kept my emotions at arm’s length. But the man was captivating.

  He’d finally nailed down the part to play Jake Coy in the movie version of Blood Vestige. Which made both him and Latch extremely happy. It was the topic of conversation whenever we visited our friends. The salary offered was a meager two million dollars, which wasn’t a lot compared to what he made as a spokesperson and model, but he appeared content with it. He knew his days in that profession were numbered. He was getting too old. I also thought he enjoyed the challenge of acting and doing his own stunts when the studio allowed.

  The magazine and television interviews were heating up, and so were we. In almost two years, he never once quizzed me about other men, but I nearly had to bite my tongue in half to refrain from grilling him concerning women, especially after a few weeks apart. I’d never been the jealous type, but with the sudden onslaught of attention, I felt uneasy.

  I never believed he had someone else on the side. The paparazzi followed him everywhere, especially now that he was going to be an action star. Keenan wasn’t Latch. Well, the way Latch used to be before marriage. He lived a relatively quiet life. He was actually quite conservative for the most part. No flings. No fighting. But lots of fucking. Oh how the man loved to fuck. And orgasms—he was a skilled master. He was capable of making me come with his fingers, tongue, or cock. If we had time and he felt generous, I got all three.

  He went out of his way to quen
ch my sexual needs prior to any traveling. He always left me in a weakened state, unable to seek satisfaction anywhere else. I’d never considered phone sex or sexting until I met him. Sometimes he was gone for many weeks. I could have been with someone else—that was the deal we’d made. But the truth was I’d never been with another man since the night he told me he loved me.

  His phone calls were so obscene I had to actually break down and get a vibrator. I’d given Haven shit about Earl for years. Now I knew why she used it. As Keenan got down and dirty with words, I could actually get myself off between the vibrator and mental stimulation. Granted, it was no puff chore, but it kept me linked to him.

  He’d been away almost a month this time and was due to be home tonight. I knew once he was cleaned up, he’d come straight over. I’d planned a quiet dinner for us, focusing on the dessert. He’d been away so long, I might actually decide to eat dessert first. I’d taken a shower and put on a long floral halter dress. I’d purchased some very special lingerie just for the occasion. It felt decadent against my skin.

  As I drained the pasta, my cell phone buzzed.

  “Are you naked?”

  I quietly snorted as his deep voice pierced me. “Yes, Kee. I’m naked while draining the pasta. It does make the food taste better.” I laughed as I rolled my eyes.

  “Umm… let’s forgo the pasta. I can’t wait to get my cock in that hot, moist mouth of yours. I was literally hard all day at those damn meetings, just thinking about when I could coat your throat with my cream and have you suck me bone dry.”

  Fuck. My new panties were now ruined. I could feel the heat and dampness generated by his words. “Jesus, Kee, you kiss your mother with that mouth? You do know anyone could be monitoring our phone calls. What would your public think?” I giggled as I waited for his response.

  “If they knew how exceptional your blow—puff chores were, they’d give you a medal or a trophy, or they’d start tracing our calls to track you down.”