Page 81 of The Actor and His Secret

‘Is this - your - kink?’ I pant. In Oli’s hand, I am a mess of uncontrolled breathes and stumbled words.

‘One of many,’ he replies, rolling a condom onto me and guiding the end of my cock to his hole.

‘Many? What have I gotten myself into?’

‘The best thing in your life,’ Oli replies, then thrusts himself down on my cock with such vigour, I find myself arching into him.

‘Fuck me,’ I cry, feeling like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

‘Okay,’ Oli says calmly. ‘I will.’

And he does.

With thighs of steel, Oli bounces on my cock. First he’s slow, then the speed and pace picks up. His forehead creases in concentration, his mouth parted in a perpetual o-shape. I grip onto his thigh, burying my fingers into his skin. My spare hand wraps around his cock and I begin jerking him.

We play this game of pleasure for as long as I can handle. I move him around, shifting Oli until he is on his hands and knees, and I’m behind him, pounding his arse from behind. But in truth, no matter how incredible he feels in this position, I want to see his face. There’s an enjoyment in watching his expressions. It’s so fucking sexy. So, we end up in the position we started in, Oli atop me, sliding down on my length over and over.

I stare him deep in his eyes, as he does with me. ‘You’re the best part of me.’

Oli gasps, his eyes rolling into his head. ‘You’re only saying that because you’re about to come.’

‘Yes,’ I say, pressing into him, wanting to feel every possible inch of his arse upon me. I give Oli credit, he is a champion. He takes my cock like a pro. ‘But it’s also true. You are the best part of me. And I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.’

Oli leans down and presses his mouth to mine. Before the kiss intensifies, he replies into my mouth, the words vibrating over my swollen lips. ‘And I love you. Now come for me, baby.’

Not wanting to disappoint, I do just that. And from the wet splash of liquid over my stomach, I know Oli has finished too. Both of us, in tandem, joined in more ways than one. We finish together, because we finish each other. Completely, in all manners of the sense.

He completes me. And I, for the first time in a long time, recognise that I have the potential to complete another person, too.

Morning light spears in through my large windows, casting the bed in a golden glow. Central Park looks magical from this view, with verdant trees and vivid colours as summer truly encompasses the world.

Oli is nestled to my side, his head on my chest. After a night of lots of passion and very little sleep, we find ourselves brave enough to check social media - as per Selina’s request. She just called and woke us up.

‘Incredible,’ Oli exhales.

‘It is,’ I say, staring at the screen as I continuously scroll through the trending tab.

I’m overwhelmed with positivity. Comments, tags, pictures, posts, videos - every form of media I can imagine is outpouring with love for me and Oli. For our story. And they only know the half of it.

Selina has just emailed over a list of TV-shows that would like to host an interview with us. The film studio is offering more money for a sequel, and the author of An Age of Dragons has even proposed to write in a new romance for Armin Wolfe in book three. In her words ‘a topless man in leather, riding a dragon - what’s gayer than that?’ She isn’t wrong.

Oli closes his eyes and exhales against my skin. I peer down my nose at him and see him smiling. I can’t help but mirror the emotion. ‘Not such a dirty little secret after all,’ Oli’s says.

‘You never were, not to me.’ I love the feel of his skin against mine. We’re both sticky from a night of sex, but I can’t bring myself to get out of bed just yet. I lock my phone screen, lay it on the bed and give my entire focus to the man at my side.

‘So,’ Oli draws out with a yawn. ‘What next?’

What next? ‘Us?’

‘Well, I’d hope so. But I have a job to get back to, and you have a film to prepare for.’

I laugh, almost the idea of being separated is nauseating. ‘If I accept, I’ll be filming in the UK.’

‘If? What do you mean if?’

‘Maybe I don’t want to do it.’

Oli leans up on his elbows, his stomach rolling up into cute bundles. ‘And deprive me of the gay, dragon-riding, leather-wearing, muscled hero of my dreams? You better not decline it. I’m like the number one biggest fan of that book. I’ve annotated it.’

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