Chapter Four
Colin
Riley didn’t waste any time once we were in his room. He popped the top button of my jeans and unzipped my pants. Slipping his warm hand into my underwear, I groaned when he squeezed my swollen cock. “Fuck,” I hissed.
“Now where were we?” He smiled.
I thrust against his seeking hand, shivering from the intense pleasure of his touch. “I smell like smoke.”
“I don’t really care. So do I.”
“Works for me.” I wound my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Pushing my tongue between his lips, I mimicked what I hoped he’d be doing with his cock between my legs very soon.
I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor, our mouths still melded together. He rubbed his fingers over my beaded nipples, and I moaned against his lips. He moved his mouth to trail along my jaw, kissing beneath my ear and nipping my throat.
He was able to multitask nicely, slipping out of his pants and tossing his briefs over a chair, all the while kissing my tingling flesh. “God you turn me on,” he said breathlessly.
“It’s mutual.” I waited while he pulled his shirt over his head, and then I kissed him some more. His breath was minty fresh, compliments of the hotel toothbrush and toothpaste.
He walked me backward toward the bed, and he pushed me onto the mattress with a grin. His shoulder-length blond hair was like a silky cloud around his handsome face. He held up a condom and a packet of lube. “Thank God for horny chauffeurs.”
I laughed, my face flushed as I wiggled out of my pants and briefs. “You got those from your driver?”
“Danny is always prepared. He often reaps the benefits of all the girls who come to my concerts drunk and looking to get laid.”
I frowned. “By your chauffeur?”
He snorted. “No. By me, the sexy rock star, of course.”
His answer confused me. Why were his female fans expecting to have sex with him when he was gay? Those muddled thoughts flew out of my head at the sight of his beautiful, ruddy cock bobbing in front of me. Then he covered my body with his and I forget all about talking. We kissed hungrily for a few minutes, rocking against each other. I allowed my hands to travel over his flesh, exploring every inch of his sinewy body and the crack of his ass. I pulled his cheeks apart and poked at his hole with my finger.
He smiled. “Ah, ah, ah. I’m the top, remember?”
I licked my lips. “Yeah. I remember. I can’t wait.”
Lowering his head, he kissed me hard, then moving lower, he brushed his lips over my throat and chest. Circling my nipples with his tongue, he sucked one into his mouth as I moaned and writhed beneath him. He rolled his hips, scraping our cocks together, and I hissed with pleasure.
After having been interrupted earlier, I was more than ready to get to the main event. “Fuck me,” I panted, splitting my thighs in silent invitation. “Come on, I need it.”
He ignored me and moved to my other nipple, sucking and teasing until I was trembling under him. Then he slipped his hand between our bodies and squeezed my cock. I was so turned on, the tip was slick with precum, and he held my gaze as he stroked me. Watching the need wash over his features was mesmerizing, and I felt impatient.
He lifted himself above me, settling between my thighs. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered, smoothing his palm over the bulging muscles of my bicep. “Brave and sexy.”
My face warmed. “Nah.”
“Pfft. You were amazing.”
I grimaced. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
He chuckled. “Sexy, brave, and humble.”
I wound my arms around his waist. “You gonna fuck me or what?”
He rolled his hips. “Yeah.” His eyes were glazed with lust. “I’m gonna fuck you.” He nudged my knees apart, pressing his cock against my hole. He kissed me slow and deep, and then he sat up to slip on the condom. Once he had it on, he slathered his cock and gripped my thighs, pushing them wider. Then he lay on me, pressing his body against mine hard, rubbing muscle against bone.
When I glanced up, his eyes seemed to be a lighter brown than usual, and his expression was different. More primal. I cupped his ass and wound my legs around him, softly begging him to fuck me. There was a weird energy between us, and I felt a little out of control. He licked his lips and pressed his dick to my entrance, his breaths coming in excited puffs.
My cock was so hard between us it ached, and my body buzzed with a raw hunger that was unfamiliar to me. When he pushed in, I pressed down against his cock, loving the stretching burn of him straining my tight muscles. He hissed and flexed his hips, pulling out and entering me again with a groan.
Thrashing my head against the pillow, I clutched him and let him in as deep as possible. My ass clamped on his thick cock, coaxing a moan from him. “So tight.” He bucked his hips harder, bottoming out with a groan.
“Harder,” I whimpered, rolling my hips in unison with his. My fingers dug into his hips, and he bucked into me, panting and sliding in and out until the friction almost drove me nuts.
Perspiration dribbled from his face onto my lips, and I licked it off, loving the salty taste of his sweat. My body vibrated with need, and his seemed to do the same. His eyes seemed even brighter as he pounded into me, burying so deep I could hardly breathe. I arched my back, whining with need and a small growl escaped his lips as he pumped his hips. There was no doubt who was the alpha now. He was in complete control of my body and taking whatever he wanted. My dick throbbed against my abs, leaking precum with every brush of his stomach. I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, needing to come.
He slowed his thrusts, going deeper and deeper into my core. His cock was bigger than most men I’d been with. I felt stuffed full, and my entire body ached with the sensation of being filled to the limit. But I loved the feeling of him invading every inch of me as my hole stretched around his fat width.
“I’m gonna come,” I moaned, the friction of his abs on my erection and the glide of his cock driving me toward my climax.
“Yeah.” He slipped his hands under my ass and pounded harder. I whimpered and rolled my hips, needing his cock like I needed air. My hips met his every thrust, and my orgasm began to build at the root of my cock. His blond hair hung over his face, some silky tendrils sticking to his sweaty cheeks. “I’d love to fuck you bareback.”
“Oh, God.” I shivered at his words, my body instinctively responding to his passionate words. He had no idea how his ardent statement affected me because he didn’t know one of my deepest secrets.
“S’ good,” he panted.
My muscles burned and trembled as I strained to hold off my climax. I didn’t want to come until he was there with me.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
“Are you close?”
“Oh, yeah. Come for me.”
My omega responded to his command, and my body shuddered with intense pleasure as my cock jolted between our stomachs. A warm wave of cum washed over my abs and slipped down my sides. He smiled as I shivered and moaned through my climax, and then with a chest-deep groan, his cock jerked deep inside me and he came too.
He buried his face in my neck as his body quivered and shook. His breath was hot against my skin, and I held him tight. I was in a haze of pleasure, every inch of me buzzing with my orgasm. Eventually, he lifted his head and we kissed. He smiled and pulled out, falling beside me on the bed.
“Finally.” He laughed.
“Mmm.” I grinned. “Worth the wait.”
He put his hand on my thigh, sliding his palm over the birthmark on my hip. “Hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“Nope.”
“Good. I had a little trouble controlling myself.” He grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, and we cleaned off. Then he rolled to face me. His hair was a silky mane around his face and his cheeks flushed.
I traced the red and blue swirling pattern of the tattoo across his rippled abs.
He tensed his muscles and laughed. “That tickles.”
“Sorry.” My mouth twitched. “It takes a secure man to have a flower tattoo.”
“Yeah. I got that just to piss off my parents.”
I frowned. “Really? That was your reason?”
“I love my tattoo, but the catalyst was I was eighteen and drunk. I’d stolen a bottle of tequila from my parent’s liquor cabinet, and I decided a flower tattoo was just what I needed.”
“It’s a nice one.” I leaned over and kissed his ribs.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, and I sighed, resting my cheek on his firm abs. I felt surprisingly comfortable with him. That was fairly unusual for me. I tended to bolt immediately after sex just so I didn’t have to try and make small talk.
“Were you born brave?” he asked softly.
I lifted my head and squinted at him. “You’re far too impressed with me. I didn’t do anything last night anyone else wouldn’t do.”
“That’s just not true.”
“You were perfectly brave. Remember how you weren’t going to leave me?” I arched one brow. “You were pretty stubborn.”
He frowned. “That wasn’t really bravery.” He looked puzzled. “It was like I couldn’t leave you.”
“Huh.” I shrugged. “Probably the alpha in you.”
“Maybe.”
“Now, if I’d been the guy having a heart attack in the stairwell, I know Tom wouldn’t have stopped to save me.” I kissed his stomach and rolled onto my back. “I’m not sure what I did to the guy to make him dislike me so much.”
“You didn’t do anything.” He stared up at the ceiling looking annoyed. “He’s always paranoid that everyone is out to get me. All he cares about is that I don’t do anything that ruins my upward trajectory.”
“You guys are doing something right. Because you packed that hall last night. They loved you.”
He chuffed. “God. I still remember when I was afraid to play at an open mic. I would shake so bad it was embarrassing.”
“You obviously overcame that.”
“Yep. What’s that saying? If you can’t beat fear, do it scared?”
I nodded. “I have that on a coffee mug.”
He laughed. “Tom discovered me at a coffeehouse.”
“Really?”
“Yep. I was a nineteen-year-old mass of insecurities and raw talent.” He grinned. “It took Tom two years to convince me to even try to make a career of music.”
“What was the thing he said that clicked?” I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed his skin again, inhaling his clean masculine scent.
“It was more that my mom and dad told me to move out. I was in college studying electronics.” He sighed. “Man, that seems like a different life.”
“It was. Being famous is a whole other world.”
He turned his head and held my gaze. “That’s right. You’re used to being around celebrities.”
“You’re just people.”
“True enough.” He bit his lip. “So they told me to move out and I didn’t have a job which meant I had no way of paying rent anywhere. I moved in with Tom and slept on his couch. The rest is history.”
“You dropped out of college?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t do both college and pursue the music. I was playing till two in the morning at clubs, and I kept missing class. So I just gave up and went to the music full-time.”
“Wow.”
“The whole story is on Wikipedia.” He grinned.
“You have your own Wikipedia page?” I feigned admiration.
“Uh, yeah. That’s the only reason I know I’m super famous.” He smirked.
“Why did your parents kick you out?”
He twisted his face. “Why do you think?”
“Because you’re gay?”
“Bingo.” He shrugged. “They’re very religious. We were never that close, but I thought they loved me. Now I’m not so sure.”
“They’re your parents. They must love you.” I grimaced. “In their own way.”
“Kicking me out was a weird way to show it.”
“True.”
“My mom loves to say she can hate the sin and not the sinner. Maybe that’s how they feel toward me. I don’t really know because it’s not a conversation I want to have.”
“Well, at least you’re living on your own terms.” I patted his leg. “Right?”
He gave a hard laugh. “Yeah. Right.”
I wasn’t sure why he sounded like he thought I was making fun of him. ”I mean it. You’re making tons of money, and you’re able to be who you want to be.”
He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “Well, not completely.”
“Meaning what?”
A line appeared between his eyes. “I keep forgetting you really didn’t know anything about me till last night when Blade dragged you to my concert.” He swallowed as if he felt uneasy. “I can’t really live how I want because I’m… I’m in the closet.”
Shock rippled through me, and I sat up. “What?”
His cheeks were pink. “I’m in the closet. I thought you knew.”
“No, I didn’t know that.” I remembered Tom’s disapproving look when Riley had touched me out in the open, and the comment about his chauffeur getting lucky with his fans. “Shit. I really didn’t know.”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking uneasy. “Well, damn.”
“Why?” I scowled. “Why are you hiding?”
“It’s Tom’s idea. He said it would be way harder on me if people knew. Plus, he said the girls wouldn’t be interested in me, and that would slow my career.”
I laughed gruffly. “Has he never heard of Adam Lambert or Sam Smith? They’re huge with women.”
“I was nineteen and he was the expert. I figured he knew what he was talking about.” He looked embarrassed. “Now I’m kind of stuck.”
I rolled off the bed, feeling stupid. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
My laugh was gruff. “I don’t mess around with guys in the closet.” I winced. “Usually.”
He wrinkled his brow. “I thought you knew. I didn’t try and trick you.”
“I know.” I hauled my shirt on over my head, grimacing at the acrid smoky smell. “But I wouldn’t have slept with you if I’d known.”
He got off the bed and pulled on his briefs. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Why would I?”
He looked puzzled. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“I’ve been down this road, and it doesn’t lead to happiness. Who wants to feel like a dirty secret?”
He crossed his arms. “It’s not like that.”
I scowled. “Of course it is.” I shook my head and slipped on my pants and shoes. “If you hide something, that implies there’s something wrong with it.”
“No.” Moving closer, he surprised me when he touched my arm. “I don’t feel that.”
“You’re fooling yourself.”
“Tom just thought it was best.”
He sounded so embarrassed, I softened. “It’s okay.” I touched his cheek, fighting the urge to kiss him. This was a crappy turn of events. I’d really liked him a lot, and while I’d realized we probably had no permanent future, I’d hoped we could hook up again some time.
“I feel like a jerk.”
“Don’t.” I frowned. “It was a miscommunication. No harm done.”
He sighed. “I guess you probably wouldn’t want to work for me now.”
My gaze fell to his full lips. “Might be a little too tempting.”
He grabbed his cell from the desk and handed it to me. “Put your number in my phone, and I’ll call you in a week or so to see if you’ve changed your mind. I pay really well.” He watched me as I did as he said. “I could use a man like you around.”
I gave him his phone back. Unable to resist, I leaned in and captured his sexy mouth. He sighed against my lips and slipped his arms around my waist. When the kiss ended, I exhaled and moved to the door. “Thanks for one of the most exciting nights I’ve had in a long time.”
He laughed. “My pleasure. I’m serious about you working for me, so expect my call.”
I doubted I’d hear from him, but I nodded agreeably and closed the door firmly behind me.