Page 83 of Method Acting

I tripped over my feet and he laughed as he kept me from stumbling. A group of guys crossed the road ahead of us. “Oh, isn’t that your ex up there?” he whispered.

I tried to make out the figures. “I dunno. Why?”

Jeez. Was that Dominic asking or Chase?

We walked up the steps to the dorm entrance, and once inside, we caught a glimpse of Taylah and Georgia coming our way. “Woah,” Chase said, pulling me toward the elevator. “Speaking of exes.”

We dashed into the elevator, Daniel slipping in behind us. The elevator was small, and Chase leaned against the back wall, tugging me closer. “That was close.”

Chase had a heated look in his eyes, his smirk that made weaker people crumble. And maybe I would have if Daniel wasn’t right beside us, filming it all.

Were we doing this? Were we going to go that far for this show, on camera?

Clearly seeing the war in my gaze, Chase chuckled and pulled me in, our hips colliding, just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

“Saved by the bell,” Chase said, then led me by the hand down the hall to my door.

Daniel was right behind us and I fumbled getting the key into the lock, and Chase laughed. “In a hurry?”

I growled at him, pushed open the door, shoved Chase up against the wall, and slammed the door shut, right in the camera’s face.

It would be a great shot for the show. Kinda getting hot and heavy, desperate even, without actually doing anything.

But I still had Chase pressed up against the wall. His smirk was filthy, the erection in his shorts not helping at all. “Camera’s gone,” he whispered, sliding his hand down over my ass and holding me right where I was. “You can let go of me now.”

“You’re the one holding me,” I murmured. Then I took his hand and pinned it to the wall above his head.

His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened, and he hitched his leg up around my hip so I could press him against the wall even harder. “Fuck yes,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about what we did. What you did to me. I want you to do it again. I want more. I want it to last for hours.”

Fucking hell.

I crushed my lips to his, dipping my tongue into his mouth, deep and hard. He tried to pull his hand down, but I kept it pinned above his head and he groaned, rolling his hips, seeking friction.

Then he whined, and the sound set fire to my bones.

I let go of his hand so I could grab his ass, and I rubbed my hard-on against his as I devoured his mouth. His hands found my hair and he tried to climb me, tried to lift his other leg.

But he was bigger than me, stronger and heavier, and there was no way I could hold him.

So I backed up, pulling his shirt and pushing him onto my bed. I wasted no time following him onto the mattress, and as soon as I was between his legs, he lifted both knees to his chest.

Letting my hips fall right where he wanted me, like he was offering himself to me. If we were naked, I could push into him, just like this...

Just like he wanted.

Christ, he really was a bottom.

I wasn’t sure why I’d doubted that, but then he began to rock and whine. He took my face in his hands and pulled me back, his eyes dark and his full lips red and swollen. “I wasn’t kidding before. I want to be full of you. Tonight. Now. It’s all I can think about since last night. Knowing how good you feel, I want you to fuck me. Please, say you’ll fuck me.”

I shivered as his words danced up my spine, electric fingers making it impossible to say no.

Not that I was ever going to say no.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Fuck, don’t make me beg.”

I smiled at that, kissing him, slower this time. Teasing and tasting his tongue and slipping my hand down to palm his dick. His back arched and he hissed. “Fuck. Please.”

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