Page 4 of Cocky Bastard

“Besides, it wouldn’t be good for your ego if I gave in easily.” His voice was breathless as he began to ride me hard. “You’re already enough of a cocky bastard.”

“From you, that’s a fucking compliment.”

Kane groaned as he tilted his hips to make sure my dick would hammer his sweet spot with every move, his cock dripping precum onto my abdomen. I gripped his hips tighter, lifting him slightly so I could thrust my hips into him. Kanecried out, his perfect mouth falling open as I fucked him. I could feel my orgasm there, ready and waiting, but I was a damn professional and I could wait for my man to come first.

“F-Fuck,” Kane said with a gasp, suddenly reaching for his cock and starting to jerk himself wildly. “Austin… I’m gonna…”

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to feel it.”

Kane cried out as his body tensed, his channel tightening impossibly around me as his cock shot cum across my skin. His chest heaved and his thighs shook, his eyes wide as pleasure coursed through him. I slowed my thrusts for a moment, angling my hips slightly so I didn’t pound his prostate to the point of oversensitivity.

He tilted forward and kissed me deeply because Kane always wanted to be kissed after he’d come. It was adorable.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me as I started to fuck him harder again. My own orgasm was just within reach and with a few deep, hard thrusts I growled out my release as I flooded Kane with my cum. The blissful feeling that accompanied all orgasms flooded my muscles and I smiled to myself as I reached for Kane’s jaw and drew him in for another breathless kiss.

It would have been polite to ask if it’d been good for him, but he was with me—of course it was good.

He kissed me again and then rolled off me, severing our connection as he shuffled to the other side of the bed to look for a towel.

I grinned and watched him, waiting for him to pass it to me. Kane really was gorgeous—it was what had made him such a star in the first place—and with a few good projects he’d be set for life. All he had to do was survive the shark tank that was Hollywood.

“I liked the plug,” I said as he handed me the towel and I started to wipe cum off my stomach. “That was a nice touch. You’ll have to remember that for next time.”

Kane rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Don’t deny it,” I said, dumping the towel on the bed and getting up to collect my clothes. “You know there’ll be a next time.”

“Maybe. At some point.”

I snorted as I pulled my trousers on, stuffing my boxers into the pocket before pulling on my shirt. Enough of the buttons did up to get me back to my room without causing alarm, from anyone lurking in the corridors.

“Sure, you tell yourself that,” I said as I walked over and kissed him deeply before heading for the door, feeling more relaxed than I had in weeks. “See you around, pretty boy.”

CHAPTER TWO

Kane

I staredat the email in my inbox, scrolling the screen up and down in the hope the email’s contents would magically make their way into my brain without me having to read it. I’d been doing that for the last twenty minutes and it hadn’t worked yet, but there was still time. It wasn’t like I was planning on doing anything more than walking between my kitchen and my sofa for the rest of the afternoon.

I could be patient.

Only I wasn’t.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered to myself as I tapped out of my inbox and pulled up my secret, private Instagram account—the one I’d started using to pretend I was a normal person instead of Jude Kane. Ugh, I hated that name. It had been mine since I was sixteen and a group of executives at my record label had decided my real name wasn’t going to appeal to our market of screaming teenage girls.

I’d thought auditioning forStar Factorwas going to make all my dreams come true. And it had, in a way. But it had made all my nightmares come true too.

When the guys and I from Underground Dreaming had all decided to go our own way after ten years together, I’d thought that was finally my chance to do projects that interested me, to be the actor I’d been dreaming about since I’d first seen Richard Pike on screen. But spending my formative years in a boy band meant my image was fixed and very few people were willing to take me seriously.

All they saw was a pretty face, a hot body, and the millions of dollars they could make from selling my image.

It felt more than a little sleazy and every time I thought about it too closely it made me shudder.

Maybe if I didn’t get this audition, I should ask Miles, my agent, to look at theatre work… or musicals. I liked the idea of being on stage and maybe I’d be more in demand there than for films and television.

I scrolled through Instagram for a little longer then moved on to all my other secret social accounts, only pausing my mindless scrolling when a clip of porn flashed past.

It was Austin and some pretty, dark-haired twink on a sofa, and I found myself staring as they kissed, licking my lips as the clip cut to them fucking, Austin’s hips rolling as he pounded into the young man’s pert ass. My heart rate kicked up a notch, like I’d been running, and I felt my cock perking up as I watched, drinking in all the details like I was trying to commit the clip to memory.

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