Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
No one had ever been possessive over me. Ever. I couldn’t help thinking about Locke’s words during the game yesterday. “It’s called Maris Holdings, Jett.”
But those were just words. Ones that didn’t apply to me.
His mouth on my cock? That was action.
Locke was sucking my dick. This supposedly straight man was on his knees for me, and I was crystal clear on the reason for it.
He wanted to prove something.
That he wasn’t afraid or ashamed. And maybe, maybe that he didn’t think of me as his whore.
“Fuck,” I groaned when he finally stopped playing around and sucked me down enough to gag. I moved my hand to the side of his face and grinned. “Easy, Johnny.”
His eyes flicked up to mine. I expected to see annoyance at the stupid nickname, but instead, his gaze was soft. Wanting.
Seeing him like that, his commanding mouth stretched wide around my cock, eyelashes wet with tears from gagging, was enough to bring my orgasm screaming closer to the point.
He pulled off and wiped his wet mouth with the back of his hand. “Tell me how you like it. Tell me how to make you feel good.”
I guided his mouth back to my cock. “Any way you put your mouth on me is going to make me come,” I admitted softly. “It won’t take much, I promise.”
He returned to the effort of pleasing me—sucking, licking, teasing—until I shoved him away and clamped my own hand over my mouth to keep from betraying our location and activities to the household staff. My orgasm hit hard and fast while Locke quickly grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf to catch my release.
His eyes were hot on my cock the entire time until it gave its last pitiful spurt, and then he glanced at my face with an expression of awe. “I did that.”
I wanted to laugh. “Take it easy, big guy. It’s not rocket science.”
He pushed to his feet, his own erection obvious behind the fabric of his pants. “Are you saying I wasn’t any good?” The knowing glint in his eyes challenged me to admit the truth.
“You did fine, young padawan, but there’s always room for improvement. With tutoring, for example. And intensive practice.”
He huffed out a laugh and pulled down another towel to wipe his face with. “I’ll consider it.”
I finished cleaning myself up and straightened my clothes. “Thank you,” I began. “You didn’t need to—”
He broke off my words with a hard kiss, his hand moving to hold the back of my head the way he always seemed to do. I melted against him, riding his mercurial fucking pendulum like a willful glutton.
When he pulled away, he surprised me. “I’m sorry for taking my stress out on you. While it is very important to me that my guests not discover our sexual relationship, there was no need to be a dick about it. I appreciate your discretion, and I trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have invited you here during such an important event.”
I tried not to read too much into it. Trust wasn’t the same as affection or respect. But it was nice all the same. Especially considering I was a damned liar.
I nodded. “I understand.”
He nodded and took a breath. “Good.”
I expected him to want me to reciprocate, but he exited the closet after first carefully scoping out the nearby area to make sure he wouldn’t be seen.
Meanwhile, I gathered up the blanket and towels we used and shoved them into the hamper in the corner of the space.
The interlude boosted my spirits. When the guests started arriving, I was happy to play the cheerful event host, welcoming everyone to Villa Altomare and inviting them to let me or the staff know how best to make their stay comfortable.
The house staff was obviously experienced in handling such high-level guests, and if I hadn’t been nephew to a major country music singer and comfortable around celebrities, I might have had a hard time remaining calm.
I wasn’t there to greet everyone. Concetta’s careful management of the day often required me to help in other areas of the house, and after lunch, she asked me to accompany Zuri to town to gather a few items one of the guests needed.
“She will pick the cheapest, and you will better understand to get the most indulgent,” Concetta said quietly while Zuri walked around the other side of the car to get in next to the driver. I assured the busy housekeeper we’d be fine and spent a good part of the rest of the day away from the villa, procuring what she needed.
To be honest, it was a welcome break from Locke’s immediate return to being dismissive. While he wasn’t rude to me necessarily, he acted like I was simply a member of the house staff. Nothing important. No one of note.