Page 16 of The Actor and His Secret

OLI

I don’t know how I got this lucky.

Eight hours ago, I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, crying over Geoff, of all people. Now, I’m wrapped up in a literal Greek God, straddling him on my couch.

Adonis’s hands are roaming all over my body, from my shoulders to my waist and down to the curve of my ass. His hands are strong and huge and I can’t wait to feel those thick fingers inside me.

But for now, he seems content to devour me. We haven’t even taken off our jackets or shoes, and I can’t bring myself to care. Not when he’s kissing me more thoroughly than I’ve ever been kissed before, not even when Geoff and I were still in the honeymoon phase, if we ever had one. Our tongues slide against each other, and his teeth nip my lower lip, making me moan into his mouth.

‘Oh my God,’ Adonis growls. He’s rock-hard - and huge, if what I’m feeling underneath me is any indication. He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back, drawing a breathy whimper from me. How did he know I like to be manhandled? ‘Look at you.’

I flush, because this man is gorgeous, far more gorgeous than anyone I’ve ever been with. My hands are splayed on his chest, and I trace down his impressive pecs to the ridges of his abs, which are well-defined enough to make my mouth water. He’s lean, but in a way that clearly shows he spends a lot of time at the gym. ‘Look at you.’

‘I’m nothing to look at, Honey.’ I almost start to argue with him, because he looks like he means it, like he genuinely doesn’t know how handsome he is. But then he leans forward and bites my neck hard enough to bruise. I want him to bite me all over until I’m black and blue. ‘But you? You’re the most stunning creature I’ve ever had my hands on. I’m going to ravish you.’

Adonis brings his hands back to my hips and flips us so that I’m underneath him. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, which grinds my aching cock against his. I close my eyes and moan.

He’s all over me, around me, his cologne filling my nose and intoxicating me. His hand finds the waistband of my pants, and for a moment I think he’s about to unbutton them and finally get a hand around my dick, but he just gently tugs my shirt out and slides a warm, broad hand up underneath and across the ridges of my ribs.

It’s nearly as good. His thumb brushes over my nipple and I arch up into him, totally unable to control myself. This man is driving me feral, and I’m so here for it. This is doing more than any amount of alcohol and ice cream to wipe the memories of the last few horrible days straight out of my mind.

If you can’t get over Geoff, get under someone else.

Adonis is nipping at my ear now whilst continuing to tease me with his thumbnail, pain and pleasure mixing in just the way I like it. I’m leaking so much there’s no way I haven’t ruined my pants - God knows what the dry cleaner is going to say when I take this tux in - but I also have a sense that when I come, it’s all going to be over. And I don’t want the clock to strike midnight. If I’m Cinderella, and this is my ball, I never want it to end.

The man above me is panting, grinding into me so slowly that I wonder if he’s even aware he’s doing it. I let my hands wander and undo the buttons of his shirt, slipping my hands inside to find warm, taut skin. I wonder how he’s gotten this fit, if he’s gotten this body by doing something dangerous, like extreme sports or MMA or something like that. It makes him even more appealing, the thought that he’s a person who lives on the edge.

I want him to take me to the edge.

Adonis’ pupils are blown wide, his cheeks painted with colour. There’s a sheen of sweat gathering on his chest that I want to lick off with my tongue. His lips are swollen from kissing. I can’t wait to make him come completely undone.

‘Bedroom?’ I rasp, hoping it’s not too forward. Because while I wouldn’t mind being fucked right here on the couch, I really could do with re-christening the bed. I don’t want the last person to have been fucked in it to be some anonymous twink by my cheating ex-boyfriend.

‘Yes,’ he growls, and then he’s off the couch and picking me up like I weigh nothing, which makes me harder than I’ve been since I was a teenager.

New kink unlocked.

I point him up the stairs, down the hall, and to the bedroom and let him dump me on the bed and pull off my shoes for me. I lift my hips as he unbuttons my pants, making it easier for him to slide them off me. My socks are next, and then my jacket and shirt, until I’m left in my underwear, which he drags off too.

There’s something about lying there, laid out like a meal for a man who’s still fully dressed, studying me in the dim light coming from the windows, that makes me dizzy with want.

‘Are you just going to stand there?’ I snap, motioning to him.

‘Don’t worry,’ he says, shedding his jacket and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He’s moving slow, like this is my own personal ‘James Bond coming to strip for Oliver’ fantasy come to life. ‘I’m not a tease. Not when I have you waiting for me.’

As he sheds his layers, I get a look at the well-honed muscles on his frame. He’s got a fading tan, like he used to spend a lot of time in the sun. But they doesn’t make him any less breathtaking, and then I don’t care at all when he steps out of his underwear and his fucking huge cock springs free. It’s totally perfect and looks hard enough to cut diamonds, and when I can’t help myself and reach out, raising a brow until he nods his consent, I draw a finger down his impressive length. He gasps and steps forward, resting a knee on the bed, leaning down to kiss me with a hand on my ribs and another in my hair.

I pull him completely on top of me, the bed springs groaning with the added weight. Our hips slot together perfectly, the skin-on-skin feel of it beyond incredible. We’re both clearly ready, and I’m just about done with the extended foreplay now that we’re both naked and he’s on top of me.

I fumble with the drawer pull of the nightstand, wrenching it open and pulling out a bottle of KY and a condom. I think if his cock isn’t in me in the next ten minutes, I might die.

‘Go on, then,’ I say, shifting my hips and nudging his hand downwards.

Adonis freezes.

All of a sudden, he looks less like he’s into this and more like he’s a deer in the headlights of a car, about to get run over. His mouth opens, but then closes again. He doesn’t make a move for the lube, even though I pick it up and hold it in his face.

‘Do you…’ I bite my lip, wondering where I misread things. ‘Do you want me to prep myself?’ Some men get off on watching their partners do it, I know. It’s not that I can’t - it’s that I was looking forward to having his fingers inside me, stretching and exploring.

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