Page 32 of Veiled

He steps back but only to undo his pants and push them and his tiny orange briefs down and off. He’s totally naked, and he should know I can’t really think when he’s naked. But he talks anyway as he works on the button of my jeans with nimble fingers. “This is just supposed to be releasing tension while we figure out your career.”

“It was,” I say because yeah, of course it was, but it’s not how it ended up, and I think we both know that. It’s only been a little over a month of fooling around, and I can’t get enough.

It’s not even just the sex either.

I like laying my head on his chest after sex and listening to his breathing and heartbeat. I like how comfortable I feel with him. How right it all feels.

“We shouldn’t complicate it, Justin. Eventually, I’m going back to Kansas City. My career...” He pushes my jeans and boxer briefs down, and I kick them away before our eyes lock. “It’s important to me.”

“So I’ll go back to Kansas City.” It’s not like I bought this cabin, although I do love it here. I can’t deny it. But I can love it back in KC. It’s not like it’s all that different. I can build a cabin there.

He stares at me contemplatively. “You left.”

“You followed.”

A small grin spreads over his face at that, and he nods. “I did.”

“Why?” I ask him the question I’ve wanted answered for a while. “Ego? Because I was the one who left?”

He’s not angry at my question, but he does wave it off. “Lots of people leave. It’s normal. I’ve been fired plenty of times.”

“Then why me?” I ask, my eyes closing as his hands brush over my lower stomach, and I feel his plump lips at my throat.

“You were different.” He kisses and sucks over my Adam’s apple and then over my collarbones, the left and then the right. “You were always different. I couldn’t let you go.”

“But now you could? Eventually, you’re going back to your career. You’re really going to leave me behind?” I hate how hoarse my voice sounds, but it hurts. Now I know how he felt.

“We aren’t there yet. We have to get you into a studio. Maybe book some small concert venues, if you’re up for it.” His hands slide down my sides, sending shivers throughout my entire body. “We still have time.”

I keep my eyes closed, and his lips meet mine, brushing over them. His hands slide down my arms now, making me tremble and want.

“We don’t have to rush this.”

“Feelings?” I ask incredulously.

He sighs softly. “I do have feelings for you, Justin.” He says it firmly but keeps his voice quiet. “You know I do.”

I know he has a fondness for me, but that’s not what I want to hear. Somehow, I’ve turned into this desperate, needy creature over the past month or two. I crave him. I want to kiss him and be inside him, but I also just want him.

And I can’t have him.

That’s what he’s telling me right now. Although nicely. He’s telling me this isn’t going to last, no matter how we feel.

“Do you ever um...” My voice cracks, and I open my eyes to look deep into his. He looks at me curiously, and I flush a little. “Do you ever top?”

He grins knowingly at me. “Why?” He leans in and licks over my bottom lip and then kisses over my jaw and down my neck. “Do you want to be filled? Stuffed full until you can barely breathe? You want to be owned, Justin?” I’m a panting, wanton mess as I finally make myself nod in acknowledgment.

“Yes. So badly.”

“Get on the bed.” I like his bossy tone more than I want to admit, and I get to the bed more quickly than I’m proud of, but I really don’t care. I want this so damn badly.

I climb onto the bed on all fours, waiting for him. The anticipation buzzes through my body as I listen to him. A bottle of lube and a condom land next to me on the bed, and I breathe out slowly as I feel Waylon’s strong hands run over my back, his fingers dancing along my spine.

“Look at you. So beautiful.”

“Please.” I’m desperate for it.

“Have you ever been fucked before?” he asks, his hands going over my ass and slowly pulling my cheeks apart. My face flames at the intimate action, but my cock is hard and leaking.

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