First Priority

by Este Holland

  “Adammm,” I moaned.

  An evil chuckle escaped him that I didn’t know he was capable of, and he took my cock into his mouth.

  Finally.

  He sucked on the tip and tongued the glans. I propped myself on my elbows to watch the gorgeous sight of his wavy hair shining in the light over my lap. I smoothed some strands away from his forehead, and he glanced at me and smiled with his eyes. He bobbed his head to the right and curled his tongue on the way up. I nearly levitated off the bed. He did it again on the left side.

  “Jesus, fuck! Do that again.”

  A laugh rumbled from his chest and he did it again, right, then left in quick succession, sucking on the way up. I moaned, fell onto the pillows, and gripped his hair loosely. His head continued to move up and down, the suction on my shaft perfect. He added his hands to the mix, one rolling my balls, and the other milking the base of my cock.

  “I’m coming!”

  “Mmm.”

  “Adam,” I panted.

  He sucked hard, and I groaned and thrust into his mouth once, twice. With a strangled yell, I came. I was vaguely aware of Adam swallowing and licking me a few more times, but I was too busy relearning how to breathe to watch.

  Adam lay beside me with his head on my chest. The hard tip of his penis nudged my hip, and I reached out to grip it. Adam pushed into my hand, and I jacked him for a moment, but I needed lube, so I let go. His eyes met mine when I turned my head on the pillow. Adam dug his teeth into his bottom lip as we stared. I don’t know who moved first, but we swooped in and devoured each other’s mouths.

  I put a hand on his chest and pushed him to the mattress. He looked up at me, cheeks flushed, pupils big, and bit his lip again.

  “So beautiful.”

  “That’s you.”

  I rolled off the bed and stood.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, almost panicked.

  “Need supplies.”

  I found them in my luggage. Adam was on his stomach against the white sheets of the hotel bed, ass in the air, waiting for me.

  I had to stop before I tripped and made a fool of myself.

  Adam’s eyes met mine. “Are you coming?”

  “No, but I will be soon.”

  His smile was full of laughter and joy.

  So. Fucking. Sweet. I could eat him up.

  A smile curled my lips, and Adam locked his elbows with a wary look.

  “I don’t like that look. What are you thinking?”

  “You’ll see.” I stepped forward and threw the supplies on the bed. “Don’t move.”

  He stilled but his eyes followed me as I kneeled behind him on the bed. I gripped his ass cheeks in my hands and separated them with my thumbs, so his hole stretched open. He gasped and turned toward the headboard. When my tongue touched the furrowed flesh, he whimpered and folded in half at the waist, head on the bed, ass in my face.

  Perfect.

  I licked inside as far as I could and listened to the sounds he made. He was the orchestra, I was the conductor, and my tongue the baton. I licked and wiggled in as his muscle loosened, and I tasted the raw realness of Adam.

  “Truman. I-I need more.”

  “Whatever you want.” I sucked my middle finger until it was soaked and pushed it gently inside of him, watching as his greedy hole swallowed it to the knuckle.

  “That’s it. You’re so hot, Adam.”

  Adam moaned and rocked his ass on my hand. I pulled his cock down and sucked.

  “Fuck! Truman!”

  I let him fall from my lips. “Yeah, baby?”

  “More.”

  I added a second finger. “Is this what you want?”

  He groaned. “No. I want your cock, please.”

  “You want my cock inside you?”

  “Yes!”

  “How do you want it?”

  Adam stopped rocking and looked at me in question.

  “Hard? Fast? Deep?”

  The blush in his cheeks darkened and he buried his face in his arms.

  The smile in my heart wanted to burst out into three little words at his act of extreme cuteness, but I held it in. Now was not the time. How did I know that was what this was anyway? Maybe it was an overabundance of affection. Love? That was a tricky business. One I didn’t have any experience in. And I really didn’t want to scare Adam away, not when I was showing him that I was trustworthy.

  “Deep,” he muttered.

  I gave him a light tap on the ass. “Louder.”

  “Deep,” he said, turning his head to be heard.

  “Better.”

  I grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and slicked it with lube. Lining myself up, I slid the head of my cock over his hole until he started to chase me with his ass. I held him still and pushed in, waiting for the signal from his body to move forward. It came sooner than I’d expected when Adam impaled himself on me.

  “Ah!”

  “Adam? You okay?”

  “Yes! Yes. Go, Tru. Fuck me.”

  I had to obey his command. And a command it was. My dick flexed inside him. Adam taking charge was a turn-on.

  Who knew?

  Adam

  Truman thrust hard, and it was everything I wanted. I was almost petrified by how right that moment felt. He was as deep as possible, and he stayed there so we could catch our breaths. He pulled out a few inches and slid in again. He didn’t go fast or hard. He was giving me exactly what I’d asked for. The jerk.

  I moved away and raised up on my knees. “Lie down.”

  Truman tried and failed to suppress a grin as he did what I asked. I straddled his waist, and reaching back, I fit the head of his cock to my hole and eased down the length. It was easier this time, and I began to rock, balancing on his hips, hands on his stomach. He ran his hands over me everywhere, and I gasped when he pinched my nipples.

  My hips moved faster, and I took him in deeper with each pass.

  “Open your eyes,” Truman said.

  I lifted my eyelids, unaware of when I’d closed them, and our gazes locked. I didn’t shy away. I let him see everything he did to me. The ecstasy, the joy, and the fun. All of it. He grabbed my hands, threaded our fingers together, and I leaned over to press my lips to his, all while rocking my hips and clenching my channel around his cock.

  The swelling in my chest had nothing to do with sex. It was a feeling I couldn’t contain.

  Raw, undiluted love.

  Why him? Why now? What had he done to make me fall so easily? Was it his care and concern? His whisking me away to safety? His charm, his looks? All of the above?

  “God, Adam. So good.”

  Truman pushed his head into the pillow, causing the tendons in his neck to flex. I bit and sucked them. His breath stuttered in my ear. He was close. I moved faster and harder, I pulled my hand away and fisted my dick, jerking in time to the rhythm of my thrusts.

  “Fuck, coming!”

  “Me too,” I said on an exhalation.

  Heat filled the condom, and I slowed my thrusts but sped up my hand. I cried out and spent on Truman’s stomach and chest. I fell forward, sweat and come mixing on our skin to create a unique adhesion.

  I didn’t remember passing out.

  Chapter 23

  Life Is Full of Surprises

  Truman

  After cleaning Adam and myself, I tucked us into bed. He surfaced long enough to throw his arm over my chest and was out again.

  Every time with him was better than the last.

  I held him tight, never wanting to let him go. Relationships often went stale. My parents were a prime example. My mom would sooner spit than be affectionate with my dad. At what point had that happened to them? They’d been in love once; I’d seen it in their old photos. When did they grow cold with each other?

  I didn’t want that to happen to me and Adam.

  Commitment. Fidelity. All things I’d avoided like a tabloid paparazzo. Now, here love was, lying in my arms, ready for the taking. All I wanted to do was
hold him tighter and make sure he was safe and happy.

  Worry kept me awake, staring out of the tall windows overlooking the Lough Atalia waterway, until Adam stirred. I shoved my morose mood aside and smiled as he blinked sleepy eyes.

  “Hey, you hungry?”

  “Mhm,” he mumbled around a yawn.

  We showered and dried off. As we dressed, Adam asked, “Can we just get some pizza and wander around?”

  “Sure.” I canceled our reservation with a few clicks of my phone without a second thought and stepped into jeans and suede tennis shoes.

  We walked in the direction my phone told us to, me with my hat pulled low in the dim evening light, Adam with his smile. I waited outside, hiding my face from passersby as Adam ordered for us. We sat on the patio, napkins blowing in the breeze. A server brought our food in a hurry and dropped it on the table without a word.

  “Has Angela emailed you?”

  “Not yet. Time difference, I guess.”

  “Oh, right. I can never remember that.”

  Adam scrunched his nose up and took a bite. “Mm.” His moan made his sex noises in the hotel come to mind, and I smirked. “What?” he asked around his mouthful.

  “Which do you like better? Food or sex?”

  He stopped, slice halfway to his mouth and scoffed. “Do you really have to ask?”

  I grinned. “It’s a toss-up for some men. Their stomach or their dicks.”

  “They haven’t had sex with you.”

  I laughed and finished eating, waiting for Adam. He’d been too nervous to eat much at breakfast, and we hadn’t had lunch, so he was starving. The anxiety brought on by the interview had dissipated, and he was ready to stuff himself.

  Once he was finished, we walked off the greasy meal and headed toward Eyre Square to see the sculpture in the fountain before returning to our hotel.

  I stopped and tugged Adam to face me. “I ate that carb-loaded, fatty pizza without a thought.”

  Adam smiled big and hugged me. “You did! Wasn’t it good?”

  “It was the best thing I’ve had in a long time. I didn’t let it bother me because I knew you wanted it too.” I frowned. “That probably makes no sense to you.”

  His smile softened. “You don’t have to worry, Tru. You’re healthy, and I have faith that you’ll stay that way. A few indulgences now and then won’t hurt.”

  I hugged him tight and didn’t let go until a car honking broke us apart.

  My stomach gurgled. “We need to get back to the hotel.”

  “We’re almost there.”

  “Yeah, but I’m not used to all that grease.”

  “Oh, shit.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Can you make it?”

  “I think so.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “Worth it.”

  Adam covered his mouth as he laughed.

  Adam

  While Truman was preoccupied in the bathroom, I went downstairs to find a shop and bought some medicine for his stomach. I unlocked my phone and found the article I’d bookmarked. He was probably right that I shouldn’t read it. I’d obsess over it. But I knew Chad. It wasn’t hard to guess what he’d said, and not knowing if I was right was driving me crazy.

  I read while standing in a deserted hallway that led to offices and some conference rooms.

  Stuck-up. Thinks he’s better than everyone. Smarter than everyone. Loner.

  Was that what Chad really thought, or was he being an asshole again?

  “Hey.”

  Startled, my head whipped around and I backpedaled a few feet as I saw a tall, wide man with a beard standing close. He wore a baseball cap, chinos, and a misbuttoned striped shirt that had a coffee stain. I hadn’t even heard him come near me.

  “Yes?”

  “You look a little upset. Need any help?”

  He stepped closer, and I moved away.

  “N-no. I’m fine. Thank you.”

  He moved his hand in his pocket, then brought it out. He lifted it as though to touch my face, and I leaned out of the way and tried to sidestep him.

  “What’s your hurry? What are you doing here? Vacation?”

  I darted around him, but he grabbed my arm and yanked.

  “Now don’t be hasty.”

  “What are you doing? Let me go!”

  He was strong, and before I knew it, he’d dragged me into the nearest conference room and slammed the door. Remembered stories of kidnappings and muggings made my stomach hurt, and I tried to break free, but there was only one door, and he blocked it.

  “What do you want?”

  His eyes were partially hidden by the cap, and he lifted his chin. What I saw made my skin crawl. He had flat, blank eyes.

  “I never thought I’d see the day that Truman James…I mean I knew he came to Ireland a lot, so I waited at the Dublin airport all the time. Every chance I got. I lost him a bit when you drove west, but”—his face stretched into a manic grin—“now he’s here in Galway!” His eyes unfocused. “It’s fate.”

  “Oh.” My brain went hazy. “Umm.”

  “Why’s he here with you, though?”

  “Me?” I pointed to my chest, while trying to subtly move some chairs between us. “Nothing. I-I’m like an assistant.”

  “No. That’s Riley Ellis. I know all about Truman. They’re saying you’re his boyfriend. I’m supposed to be his first boyfriend!” he roared. “He’s only ever had girlfriends, and I could ignore them. But you…everyone’s talking about you.” He scowled and pulled his hand out of his other pocket, and with it came a knife.

  My knees shook, and I gripped the nearest chair. “Okay. I think you’re mistaken.” Deny, deny, deny.

  “Then why are you here in the hotel with him?”

  My mind refused to cooperate. “Uh…”

  He stepped closer, and I moved farther into the room.

  “I’m a new assistant! I’m helping him read through scripts.” He stopped, so I kept talking. “I’m a writer, so I know what’s good. He’s been doing all these blockbusters, but I think it’s time he did some smaller films, more cerebral, you know. Expand his repertoire.” The man’s knife dropped a few inches. “He likes mysteries, did you know?” I continued. “What would you think of Truman as Sherlock Holmes? Or maybe even Moriarty? I think he’d play a good villain.”

  “A villain?” His brow furrowed.

  “Uhh or not. Sherlock is good!”

  “Yes. He’d be good in anything.”

  “Oh, totally. So, you’re a huge fan, huh? What’s your favorite movie?”

  He began to ramble on about Truman’s movies and I inched away. I didn’t know how to get past him. My heart was pounding, and my limbs hung from my torso like useless lead weights. I licked the sweat on my upper lip.

  The door opened a crack behind him. It wasn’t locked! I kept my eyes on the man, nodding and grimacing a fake smile. Marcel’s head poked around the door, and I had to brace myself against the table to stop from collapsing in relief.

  Oh, right. Bodyguard. I’d completely forgotten about Truman’s instructions. “Don’t go off by yourself without Marcel.” I’d dismissed it, thinking I wouldn’t go anywhere without Truman, and then again, thinking I’d only be in the hotel lobby. Stupid.

  He started to turn.

  “What’s your name?” I blurted out when Marcel opened the door wider.

  He frowned. “Rick.”

  Marcel tackled him, and I jumped out of the way, which happened to be on top of the conference table.

  “He has a knife!”

  “I’ve got it.” Marcel kicked it away, and I sagged in relief.

  “Adam!” Truman rushed in and picked me up off the table and whisked me out the door. He set me on my feet just as garda officers burst into the room.

  “Are you okay?” Truman ran shaking hands over me.

  “I’m fine.” I clung to him, and he wrapped me in his arms.

  “Jesus. I can’t believe this. Riley told
me there had been letters, but I had no idea. I mean we’re in Galway, for fuck’s sake!”

  “It’s okay, Tru. I’m fine.”

  He hugged me fiercely. “Come on.” Truman tucked me close and led me to our room.

  The garda came in briefly, and I explained what had happened. They confirmed that was what they’d seen on the security cameras, and that they’d be arresting Rick. Then Truman told them about the fan letters and gave them his manager’s phone number.

  Truman made me rest and drink some orange juice, saying it’d help with the shaking. I couldn’t stop. I’d never been in a carjacking or a convenience store robbery. I’d never even been mugged before. It was just now occurring to me how sheltered I was. Of course, only leaving my house to wander my neighborhood didn’t expose me too much. But it wasn’t like I’d never been anywhere before. I had a passport, and I’d gone other places. Maybe I’d been lucky.

  “What are you mumbling about?” Truman sat on the edge of the bed where I lay curled up. He smoothed the hair from my forehead and kissed it.

  “I’m wondering why something like this has never happened to me before.”

  “A movie star’s stalker holding you at knifepoint?” Truman sounded flippant, but he was pale and squeezed my hand hard.

  “No.” I huffed a laugh. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m okay. Lie down with me.”

  “Adam,” Truman said, stopping me from pulling him.

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  I gasped and shook my head. “You’re just reacting to what happened.”

  “No, I’m not.” He gripped my nape and squeezed. “It’s been in the back of my mind for days now.”

  I allowed myself a quick glance at his face. “Are you serious?”

  “Very.”

  I yanked, and he fell on top of me. “I love you too.”

  I kissed his face and around his jaw, searching for his mouth. I finally opened my eyes, and locked my lips to his, unwilling to let go. Part of my brain refused to believe his words, but I guessed I’d find out if he was telling the truth, because I wasn’t going anywhere.