Page 40 of Cocky Bastard

“Really? You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, eating a cupcake.”

“Prick,” Kane said with an amused smile. “Come on, you’re supposed to be supporting me while I mingle, not tongue-fucking a cupcake.”

I snorted and nearly choked on the bite I’d just taken, coughing roughly and trying not to laugh because that wasn’t going to make things any easier. Kane thumped me on the back and rubbed between my shoulders, which felt harder than necessary but I knew if I questioned it, he’d say he was saving me from death by cake. Instead I took a sip of my cocktail, letting the combination of juice, syrup, and alcohol soothe my aching throat.

“If you’re jealous, we can totally take some of them back to our room later,” I said quietly. “I’ll happily lick buttercream off your dick instead.”

“Tempting but no,” Kane said.

“Aww, why not? Food in bed is fun.”

Kane raised an eyebrow and I could see his hands twitching. He probably wanted to fold his arms so he could admonish me but I could also guess what he was thinking about, so I grinned and added in a hushed voice, “I know you’ve seen the cream doughnut video, kitten.”

His face flushed scarlet and he glared at me. “Stop it! You’re being a fucking menace. Behave!”

“Okay, if you want,” I said. He looked a lot more relaxed now, so I considered that a job well done. “Who do you want to talk to first? Oh, there’s Priya! Let’s go say hi.”

I stuffed the rest of the cupcake into my mouth, not giving a fuck if I looked like a giant hamster, shoved the wrapper in my trouser pocket, and then grabbed Kane’s free hand to drag him towards his co-star, who was stood with a couple of other cast members. They all seemed excited to see him and I stood quietly as they chatted, folding myself into the conversation when necessary but being very careful not to overstep.

This was Kanan’s moment, and I wanted him to feel that spotlight and enjoy every moment. He’d earned it.

“That was more fun than I expected,” Kanan said as I closed the door to our room. He’d taken his jacket off during the party and had carried it back to the hotel, so he slung it onto the nearest armchair before kicking off his shoes and loosening his collar. “Priya’s such a sweetie! And Angelo! I don’t know how the fuck we ever got anything done on set.”

“Me neither but I’m glad the shoot was fun,” I said as I removed my own shoes, dumped my jacket, and went straight for my shirt, desperate to get some cool air on my skin. Both the cinema and the afterparty had been baking despite the air con, and now I needed to be naked. “The film turned out great. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Yeah, you don’t think it was too cheesy?”

“It’s a fucking rom com, kitten. They’re supposed to be cheesy as fuck, and this one was perfect. And you just looked,mmm, delicious. Absolutely, totally fuckable.”

He laughed as he pulled open his shirt, exposing miles of toned skin that had started to pick up an early summer tan. “Thanks. Any comments on my acting or just my abs?”

“Not just your abs, your butt too! But in all seriousness, you were great—funny, charismatic, sparkly. Definitely the sort of person you see and thinkhe needs to be in bigger things,” I said as I threw my shirt off and popped open my trousers, shoving them over my thighs and kicking them off until I was left in my pants and socks. I didn’t miss the way Kane’s eyes trailed down to my groin, but he also looked a little disappointed too. It definitely wasn’t because of my dick. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I just… okay, you can laugh, but you looked so sexy in your suit earlier I was thinking about you fucking me while wearing it… but I forgot to tell you and—”

“I can get dressed again if you want? I was just getting too hot.”

“No, it’s fine. But maybe next time?”

“Definitely next time,” I said, moving closer to him and drawing him in for a kiss. “And if there’s ever anything you want to try or do, all you have to do is say. I promise I’ll never judge, and it definitely won’t be the weirdest thing I’ve ever heard.”

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against mine. “Whatisthe weirdest thing you’ve ever heard?”

“Depends on your definition of weird, I guess. I’m not gonna kink shame anyone as long as everything’s safe, sane, and consensual. But I will say I’m not really into piss. Or sex on the beach—I know people think it’s fun and sexy, but getting sand in your dick is the total opposite of a good time. And I’m speaking from experience.” I grimaced as I remembered the rash I’d gotten from getting sand under my foreskin. It’d fucking itched and ruined my whole trip.

“Okay then, we’ll just stick to fucking in those huge beachside cabanas,” Kanan said with a wry smile.

“Sounds good. Mmm, I’d love to go on holiday with you—somewhere warm and private where we can walk around naked all day.”

“We can do that. I want to spend all my time with you.”

There was something about the casualness of his words, the expectation that of course we’d go on holiday together because why wouldn’t we, and the gentle insistence of spending as much time together as possible. I didn’t know what his calendar was like, but mine was pretty flexible. There were adult content creators everywhere, and I’d had plenty of messages begging me to visit cities across the world. And there was nothing that said I couldn’t film in LA while Kanan was working there…

Maybe spending more time together, both during and between his projects, would be easier than we thought.

But all of that was for tomorrow. Right now, I was ninety percent naked and there was a beautiful man in front of me waiting for me to make love to him.

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