Page 24 of Kicking it with my Fake Fiancé
“And I hope you never do.” He winked, grinning.
I hesitated for a moment. “Can you kiss me again?”
He hauled himself up the bed and kissed me slowly, carefully. When our tongues touched, I moaned against his mouth. I nipped his lip before we broke the kiss, and he lay next to me, pulling me closer against his chest to cuddle.
I took a deep, shaky breath. “That was… utrolig.”
With a laugh, he shook his head. “I haven’t learned that one yet.”
“Incredible,” I clarified. I reached between us and worked to move my hand into his boxer briefs.
“Oh,” he said, putting his hand on mine. “You don’t have to—”
I shut him up with a kiss. “Don’t be ridiculous. I want to. At least to touch you.” I was nervous that I’d panic—was I truly bi if I’d never touched a man like that? Would I hate it? Would I be terrible at it? Regardless, I wanted to try.
He swallowed hard and nodded before slipping out of his boxer briefs and his erection was free. I wasted no time in getting my hand around it, waiting for the sensation of panic to overtake me. Nothing happened besides unbelievable lust.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded firmly and wrapped my fingers around his swollen cock. “I want to learn.”
“I’m more than willing to teach you,” he said with a smirk.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I stroked him, tentatively at first before my confidence grew, gripping his cock firmly and letting my fingers slide through the precum that coated his crown. I rubbed the pad of my thumb against his slit and the underside of the head, and as I did, he rocked his hips to meet my strokes, slowly thrusting into my fist.
I moaned softly and as I stroked, I murmured to Jared—in English—about how much I wanted him. After a few moments, he tried to stop me, putting his hand on mine, but I kept going, letting our hands stroke him in unison.
“Matty,” Jared murmured in a warning tone, his voice quavering. “I’m close.” I looked at him and his eyes were closed. A second later they fluttered open, meeting my gaze. I pinned my lower lip between my teeth.
“Come for me.”
That was all it took to make the orgasm crash through him, and he unloaded into the space between us, cum splattering against both of our chests, again and again until he was spent. When he was done, I kissed him again, tenderly, slowly, both satisfied and wanting more already.
Jared took a slow, deep breath. “You weren’t kidding.”
I frowned. “About?”
“Thatwasincredible.”
I grinned and dropped my voice to a whisper. “It was.”
A half hour later, we were both showered and in bed, holding one another tightly. It seemed as if both of us were avoiding sleep, until I murmured a reassurance in the darkness.
“Jared?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s no camera crew tomorrow. Or the next day. We’ll be alone.”
He bent down and kissed my bare shoulder. “Thank God,” he murmured. A few moments later, sleep claimed me and all night, I dreamed of Jared.
Chapter Thirteen
Jared
Theweekwasnearlyover when I received an unexpected phone call from Paul, the agent handling my music career. I’d been playing cards with Matty on the deck, some game I couldn’t pronounce and didn’t really understand the rules to, when my phone rang. Seeing that it was my agent, I slipped inside to talk in private.
“Hello?” I tapped the speaker button so I’d be able to hear better and began to pace Matty’s small apartment.
