Page 47 of The Actor and His Secret

‘How’d you get into it, then? Acting?’ He’s not tensing up, and he’s not deflecting, so maybe he’s alright with me asking prying questions. ‘If you’re an introvert who’s not into the spotlight?’

Nikos take as sip of his drink, the ice clinking against the glass. ‘I was scouted, first as a model. I’d moved to America as soon as I was eighteen, I needed - wanted - to get out of Greece. There...there wasn’t much there for me anymore. So I was in New York, working as a barista because I didn’t really know what else to do. An agent stopped by for coffee and slipped me her card.’

I nodded. ‘And it spiralled from there?’

Nikos slumps down in his seat so our knees are touching. He hooks an ankle around mine, like he’s trying to keep me close. ‘Pretty much. The money was great, so I fell into it. Modelling gigs turned into acting jobs when my agent realised I could play a part. And the roles got bigger and bigger. It was hard to say no to the money, even if I really didn’t like the fame. It felt nice, actually, to put my acting talent to good use.’

I hum. It makes sense. ‘You liked the job, but every job has its downsides.’

‘Which is why I usually need a getaway after big press junkets.’ His smile is soft. I feel like I could drown in his eyes. ‘Thank you for coming with me.’

The way he’s looking at me melts from soft to hot. Maybe it’s the alcohol he’s drinking, or the way he opened up to me. But I can tell that there’s desire in his gaze.

‘They’re going to leave us alone,’ he says. ‘I asked them for privacy. If we get hungry, I’ll go back and ask for food. But for now, it’s just us.’

My mouth is dry. I take a deep breath, trying to tame the arousal building at the base of my spine.

‘Have you ever fucked in a plane?’

The way Nikos says it is so bare, so rough, that I can’t help myself. I whine.

I narrow my eyes on him, reading the nuances of his expressions. I see the stress in the lines across his forehead, and beside his honey-gold eyes, but Nikos does well to hide the root cause. ‘I get the impression, from the confidence you just asked that question with, that you’re already a proud member of the mile-high club?’

‘Not yet.’

‘Not yet?’ I retort.

‘Come here, Honey.’ Nikos sets his glass down on a nearby table and opens his arms to me. I practically launch myself across the space between us and climb him like a tree. ‘Would you like me to fuck you?’

I’m needy, and clingy, and I know it. But right now, all I want is for Nikos to claim me. I want him to use me. I want to be his.

‘I want you to fuck my throat.’ My voice is breathy and high, and my head is spinning. All the blood in my body has rushed downward, and I’m painfully hard. The idea of stripping down completely when the air stewardess is sitting in the cockpit unnerves me. But discreet blowjobs...yes, that I can do.

‘I’d never say no to that mouth. So, if you’re so certain,’ he says, licking his lips, ‘get down on your knees.’

He spreads his thighs apart on the wide leather seat, and when I look down I can see the outline of his hardening length through his jeans. I almost drool at the way they’re stretching across his muscular thighs. I scramble back off of his lap and my knees hit the plush carpet of the jet. My knuckles graze the hard ridges of Nikos’ abs as I unbutton his jeans and pull down the zipper.

Nikos winds his fingers into my hair as I take in the way his cock is straining against the fabric of his briefs. There’s already a damp spot on the cotton where he’s leaking, and the breath punches out of me when I realise that I did that. I’m the one who got a movie star hard and aching.

‘Go on.’ His voice is rough, and his hips tilt up, like he can’t wait to have my mouth on him. ‘Show me how good you can be for me. Show me how deep you can take me, Honey.’

I try to say something but it’s just an incoherent moan when it leaves my lips. I abandon any hope of speech and instead bend forward to mouth at his cock, the heat of it against my lips making my stomach clench. It’s been a while since I blew a guy this big - who am I kidding, I’ve never had a cock this size in my mouth.

But I’m nothing if not dedicated.

I slide the waistband of Nikos’ briefs down to expose his length, and as soon as I do, his hands push me down. I take his crown between my lips and flick my tongue out, tasting him. He’s leaking and when I run my tongue over his slit, he arches his hips up and moans.

‘God, Honey.’

His accent comes out so much more when he’s aroused, like he’s losing control. I want to be the one to give him that - to allow him to get rid of the shell that he’s built around himself to survive being in the public eye. I want to make him feel like he can be himself. Just Adonis. Just free.

I take a breath and draw him further into my mouth, relaxing my throat and jaw and digging my fingers into his thighs. Every time the muscles there jump, every time I hear him pant, it encourages me to keep going.

‘Honey.’ He’s saying my name like it’s a prayer. Like I’m the one who’s a god.

I manage to keep from gagging as he hits the back of my throat, filling me up, using me. He stays still, so I draw back, licking my way up his shaft, my tongue tracing the thick veins running along the underside of his cock. His hands tighten in my hair, just on the edge of pain, and I give myself over to him. He pushes my head back down until my throat is flexing around him, my eyes watering and spit coating my chin.

I’m a filthy mess, but I don’t care.

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