Page 14 of The Moon & His Tides
I bared my teeth at the Brit and watched his eyes flash. “You think you can cage me in a corner with your bullshit dirty talk? Take me by surprise by knowing how much your gorgeous wife melted at my words, her hand manipulated bymebetween her slim thighs in that pretty pink cunt?” I asked, spewing his words back at him. “You should be thanking me, Meyers. If she’d actually had my hands on her, my cock in her, she wouldn’t have come back to you at all.”
Gauntlet thrown, I breathed like a stuck bull, glaring at him with the full weight of my confused, aroused fury, and Adam Meyers only stood there. He stood there looking me in the eye for a good minute, reading something written in the gold there that I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see. Then his gaze swept thoroughly, carefully over every inch of me, an archeologist discovering bones buried beneath the earth. I gritted my teeth at the invasive scrutiny, but I allowed it.
I didn’t want to think aboutwhyI allowed it because I had the feeling it had something to do with the loss of that intimacy I craved and how, in only minutes, Adam had established that between us.
“You look good angry,” he finally said, pushing his hands in the pockets of his expensive suit and rocking back on his designer loafers.
“Are you seriously flirting with me?”
His grin deepened the dimple in his chin. I wanted to place my thumb there, hard, and force his mouth open for my kiss.
“Why should my wife have all the fun?” he asked me.
“I…” I cleared my throat and looked around at the party in full swing around us. “What exactly do you want from me here, Mr. Meyers? You want to take me in the back alley and fight for her honor? You want to warn me off so I never touch her again or report me to my boss so I lose my job?”
My gut cramped at the thought of being fired. It was a well-paying job and relatively easy despite the calamity of driving in London proper. I didn’t know how long it would take me to find another or if I even could find one as good with my lack of education and skills.
“Relax,” Adam’s deep, British-clipped voice interrupted my misery. “I don’t want any of those things. Though, taking you into the alley, pressing you up tight against the wall, and forcing you to jack off for me as I tell you all the dirty ways I want to exploit your body, well, that does have some serious merit.”
So it was official: my longtime idol, famous acting heartthrob Adam Meyers was hitting on me.
Madonna mia!What was happening?
I glared at him. “Are you fucking with me?”
Adam’s eyes creased heavily at the corners as he laughed, and even that little detail was hot enough to be made illegal.“Unfortunately, no. Though that’s an option I’m trying to put on the table.”
“Stop fucking around with me,” I growled, stepping closer and, in doing so, realizing that we were, give or take half an inch, the same height.
Why did that make my dick so hard?
“Fine.” He leaned forward again. I could feel his breath on my face and smell his aftershave, something rich that smelled like money. The good ole boy playfulness fell from his features, revealing the starkness of his desire. “My wife told me about you after the first time you drove her. ‘I have a gorgeous Italian man driving my car,’ she said in that breathy voice she uses when she’s aroused. Then she told me about your screenplay. In fact, she practically skipped into the house one day with it in her hands and shoved it in my face, spouting nonsense about how I justhadto find someone to produce it. Only it wasn’t nonsense; I read it and bloody well loved it. So I came here to see you act, to see if you had the chops to pull off the role of Roberto, and somehow, God saw fit to bless you with the gift of proseandperforming, as well as a level of sexiness no man or woman could possibly be immune to. I wanted to kiss the writer behind the words the moment I read the screenplay. I wanted to place the man who made my wife come with only his filthy words on his knees before me so I could fuck his throat the minute my wife told me about it. And I wanted to fuckyouthe moment I saw you glorious as hell on that stage for all to see.”
By the end of his tirade, we were both breathing too heavily, as though we’d run a race over his hot-as-coal words.
“Is that plain enough for you, Sebastian?” he taunted me.
I swallowed the tangled mess of words in my throat and tried to speak. “You know this is fucked up, right?”
Adam’s solemnity broke free with a grin and a shrug. “You’ve never fucked a man before? You should feel how hard I am thinking about being the one to break your cherry ass.”
I shuddered and tried to clench my teeth to stymie it but failed.
Adam laughed loudly. “We’ll start slow. You, me, and my wife.”
Unbidden, my mind conjured an image of pretty little Savannah on her hands and knees, her little Cupid’s bow mouth stretched grotesquely by my wide cock, and her satin pussy clenched tight around Adam’s driving dick.
My cock was leaking in my suit.
“Oh yes,” Adam rumbled, seeing the lust play out over my face. “I promise it’ll be just that hot, sexier actually. Have you ever had a threesome before, Sebastian?”
“With women.”
“Ah.” He nodded, looked around the room, and then leaned over to pluck two glasses of champagne from a passing server. He handed one to me, watched as I threw the entire glass back, and then laughed as he handed me the one he’d grabbed for himself. “You’ll find sex with another man satisfying, I think. That animal inside you? The one desperate to rut and fuck without concern for your partner’s comfort and gratification? That beast can come out with a man, and if we’re both lucky, there will be a fight for the top that will satisfy the savage in ways you can’t even imagine.”
Again, my mind summoned an image of Adam and me grappling—hot, sweaty muscles slick under our hands as we pushed and shoved for supremacy.
“When?” I asked.
