I feel it bubbling inside of me—the anger.
The truth of Daire’s words.
The humiliation that I could have everything I ever wanted with Dairen simply for revenge. Not because it could mean something like I wish it did.
Noah has a reputation for getting together with his co-stars. As soon as I got a role on the show that shot him into stardom, I became an obvious part of the pattern that our agents felt best to capitalize on.
Whether our relationship is true or not, I know what I’m doing is wrong. But if I know that than so should Noah, and where is he right now?
He swore to me that he going to be different for me—not cause any scenes or scandals or do anything without consulting me first. Not when it could impact our friendship or our careers. It would have been easier to tell the people who suggested the stupid dating idea no from the start. Then I wouldn’t in this situation, weighing the pros and cons of being in the passenger seat of Noah’s brother’s Jeep.
His undeniably attractive older brother who says exactly what’s on his mind. A trait I’ve always admired about him even if it would get him in trouble from time and time. And right now? We’re definitely headed for trouble.
Because the man behind the wheel is an entirely different type of breed of man than what I’m used to. I’ve worked with plenty of hellbent men with a point to prove in my short career. Most of them are older, like the man gripping the wheel fueled by some sort of twisted need for revenge over the death of his NHL career.
If you rounded up, he’s got almost an entire decade worth of experience on me. Especially relating to things like this—intimacy, chasing after what you want and not being ashamed of it. That much is evident by his dirty mouth, which makes my core ache with a need that Noah could never make me feel even when he tried to.
This is a horrible idea, I repeat to myself.
I think about the news alert Daire got on his phone and feel my defenses crumble. What’s even more horrible is constantly depending on somebody who doesn’t show you the same effort. I love Noah, but he’s become bigger than us, than the friendship we formed when he was a reoccurring role on a soap opera.
How long have I held out for somebody good to come into my life? How long have I pined for the man who’s offering me everything I’ve wanted since I met him—since the first time we kissed in his room?
I’ve never been able to be spontaneous or make bad choices because I’ve always had people telling me what to do and what not to. My career is in its infancy, and I don’t want to do anything that could mess it up. Not when I finally have a role of a lifetime that could define who I am as an actress. Jill has spoken of possible Oscar nominations in my future, and if I were to win, I could be the youngest ever to win the coveted award.
But am I thinking about any of that right now when dark eyes plaster mine with heat and anticipation?
No.
I’m thinking about something very, very different.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn my body toward him. His brows pinch when I reposition myself so I’m leaning over the console and brushing a kiss against the side of his jaw.
“You’re not second best,” I whisper.
I hear the quick breath he takes in surprise as my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his pants. He’s not wearing anything underneath, taking me by surprise. I don’t let myself hesitate or show my inexperience before exposing his hard length and guiding his hot shaft out with my palm.
“Oh fuck,” he murmurs in a husky tone as his fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
My fingers wrap around his girth, reveling in its smooth thickness and giving it an experimental stroke that has his hips arching up from the seat for a second.
I haven’t done this sort of thing often, but I refuse to let that stop me. He can think whatever he wants about me and his brother, but it’s his brother who taught me just how tightly to hold, how quick to stroke, and more importantly—
“Fuck yes.” His groan has me smiling victoriously as I lean down and press a kiss against his tip, earning me a sharp hiss as the car jerks forward. I have to steady myself as he moves a hand to the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Did I mention how much I fucking love your hair? You’re beautiful blonde, but this? Sexy as hell.”
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and give it a good suck, flattening my tongue along the side of him. He’s salty, hot, and hard, twitching as I angle myself to take him deeper into my mouth. His fingers tighten in my hair, gripping a handful to loosely guide me until I’m bobbing over the steel pipe that seems to only get harder with every swipe of my tongue.
I unhinge my jaw and grip one of his thighs for balance as he begins fucking my mouth, the tip of him hitting my gag reflex and making my eyes tear up. He helps set the pace, grunting, and mumbling as he drives us through traffic and slips deeper until he’s all but fucking my throat. The fact that anybody can see us if they look over should scare me away from finishing this, but it only makes me wetter.
Peeling my hand off his thigh, I grip the base of his shaft and gently squeeze it, working it up and down while my mouth and tongue build him closer to his impending release.
“Shit, Addy.” He loosens his hold on my head as I go faster, sucking and licking and swallowing him deeper in my throat until his hips start to buck up and penetrate my gag reflex worse than before until tears stream down my cheeks. “I knew that mouth was going to be amazing. Fucking knew it. Don’t know if I should thank my brother or punch him in the face for teaching you how to suck a dick like a goddamn champion.”
The reminder of our situation makes me still for a moment, but I refuse to let shame take over when he’s so close to breaking apart because of me. I can taste the precum beading from his cock, and I lick it and start paying special attention to the nerves just under his tip until his words are barely coherent.
I hear my name.
Hear God’s name.
Hear him curse.
It makes me moan over his dick, the vibrations ultimately setting him off as I fondle his balls, gently massaging them in circles over his pants. He doesn’t give me any notice before he’s gripping my hair in a painful but pleasurable grip as he empties into my mouth, the hot cum filling me and forcing me to swallow. I wait out his orgasm before letting up, licking my lips, and giving him one last stroke that makes him choke.
Daire’s voice is almost unrecognizable as he shakes his head in a daze. “You have no idea…” His knuckles turn white on the wheel as the sign for the hotel comes into view. He slows the Jeep and turns into the lot, finding the closest parking spot before throwing his vehicle into park and turning his massive body toward me. “Where do you want it?”
My eyes widen as I sit back in the passenger seat, still tasting him on my tongue as I touch my lip. “I don’t understand.”
His eyes flare. “Where do you want me to eat your pussy? Front seat or back?”
My mouth dries. “We’re at the hotel.”
“So? I’m impatient. Decide before I do because I’d bend you over the goddamn hood of the Jeep and eat you from behind for every single guest staying here to see for their viewing pleasure. And I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I hate that Daire’s right, my legs clenching closed to try reducing the pressure between them.