Page 38 of The Actor and His Secret

‘Honey,’ I exhale his nickname, breathless as I carry him from the kitchen towards the bathroom on the second floor. His legs are wrapped around my waist, clinging to me like a monkey to a tree. I’d only just withdrawn my cock from his tight arse. It now rests between my legs, cum seeping from my tip. ‘I could keep going all night and all day, but at some point, you’ll need a break.’

Oli dips his head and kisses the words from my mouth. ‘I’ll be the one to tap out when I’m ready, unless this is your way of telling me you’re finished.’

Considering I’d finished twice already, I’d usually need a few bananas and high-sugar foods to create more cum. But it seemed Oli was some rare medicine that could continually fill my balls.

‘Believe me, Honey. I can go again, and fully intend to.’

‘But there are no rooms left,’ he replies as I walk us into the bathroom. But then he pauses, looking around. ‘Oh, I stand corrected.’

I place him on the edge of the bathtub, reach over him, and turn on the shower. It’s one of those bath-shower combinations, so this is going to be the most complicated place to fuck in his apartment.

‘I’m a man of my word,’ I say, testing the water to make sure it’s not scalding. ‘Now get in.’

Oli swings his legs over the tub’s edge and gets in. I’m about to follow, like hypnotised mice trailing the pied piper, when Oli reminds me that I’m still wearing my watch.

‘It looks too expensive to break now,’ Oli says, his brow twitching with genuine concern. I find it cute that he cares about my belongs, considering I just broke many of his during our hours of crazed sex.

‘Selina would kill me,’ I say, flipping the catch and removing the watch. I wouldn’t notice if it disappeared, frankly, not when Oli’s in front of me. It’s just a Patek Philippe. But I’m sure that losing it would mean some kind of insurance paperwork that my manager would roll her eyes at.

I plop it precariously on the edge of the toilet. Then before any more talk about my watch ruins the moment, I climb into the bath after Oli.

Water falls down over us, attempting to wash away our sins. The bath has filled to our ankles, the pleasantly warm water sending shivers across my skin.

‘Turn around,’ I command, keeping my tone soft.

Oli doesn’t need to be told twice. He turns so his back is to me. I love how soft his skin is. I brush my fingers over his shoulders, wanting nothing more than to count the freckles across his skin and memorise the number.

Not that I could ever forget this moment - or him.

Oli may be my secret sin, but it’s a sin I’d happily have worn into my bones.

I lower my mouth to his shoulder and kiss it. Oli moans, leaning his head to the side in a wordless request. I move my lips up to his neck, dragging my tongue over the salty skin, nipping with teeth when I get to the base of his neck.

‘I wish I could pause time,’ I say into his skin. ‘So that this lasts forever.’

It’s a risk, talking about the fact our time together will soon come to an end. But I feel like I have to say it aloud, so Oli knows how I feel inside.

‘So do I, Adonis.’

Before I give into the sadness, I reach for the bottle of soap and drip some over my fingers. I kneel down, dragging fingers down Oli’s spine until I come to the curve of his arse. I lather my hands up until they are frothy with suds, then I rub it across every inch of his arse until it looks like Father Christmas’s beard.

I never realised I had a Christmas kink until now.

‘I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,’ I admit as I slip two fingers into his stretched hole, delighting in the breathy cry that exits Oli’s mouth. ‘Not to mention the snacks and treats between meals.’

‘You’ll… get bored - ’ I slip a third finger in. ‘Fuck, Nikos.’

‘When we’re together, you don’t call me by that name. Do I make myself clear?’

I want to preserve the illusion that we’re different people. That I don’t have to leave. That I could stay here forever if I wanted.

‘Yes,’ Oli practically screams. As I work my fingers in and out, Oli has to lean against the tiled wall just to keep himself upright. His back arches, his hands splaying out across the wall. I want nothing more than to stick my tongue between his cheeks and devour him, but my cock is hard again and I just can’t wait.

‘Yes, what?’ I ask as I stand up, position my cock, and rub the enlarged tip over his entrance.

‘Yes, Adonis.’

‘Good boy,’ I growl.

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