Rutledge (Mayfair Model Series Book 3) Page 11

  I put a record on the player before joining him. “Oh. My. God. This is delicious. Where did you get this? We’re definitely going back.”

  I saw him smile at me as he ate his own taco. “Oh, just this little place I know.” He tapped the side of his nose and continued eating. “That was so good. I think I’m full.” He put his plate down on the coffee table and I tracked his movement as he raised his hands above his head. The sliver of skin between his tight jeans and rainbow t-shirt drew my attention. Without thinking, I licked my lips. When my gaze caught Ollie’s, he smiled and pulled his shirt up the tiniest bit higher.

  He leaned forward and, while I was in some sort of Ollie-daze, took my plate from my hand. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to do something sinful to that skin of yours.”

  I moved to get stretched out under him, then pulled his head down to mine for a chaste kiss. “You’re the one with the sexy skin.”

  He sat up and straddled me.

  “Was that glitter?”

  Then he pulled his shirt up higher. “See for yourself.”

  I admired his delicious V at his hips and stroked my finger across his waistline.

  He let out a small moan and then moved behind me so he was sitting back on the couch and positioned me to sit in between his legs. I could feel his hard cock at my back. He rubbed my shoulder as we listened to the record. Then he kissed down the column of my neck and rearranged himself. He cleared his throat. “Um …”

  I grabbed one of his hands and brought it over to my own crotch. “We’re in the same boat.”

  We both laughed. The music stopped, and I leaned back to kiss him. “I can’t get enough of you. When I was away, I just wanted to get back to you. Oh, and Brenna wants to meet you too.”

  “Okay. Is she going to give me the motherly third degree?”

  I cuddled in closer to him and curled up my legs. “Ha, ha! I think Marshall would be more the type to do that. But you’ve already met him.”

  “He’s a good friend, isn’t he?”

  “Yeah, really great. I met him through modelling at Mayfair, and he kind of took me under his wing. I’d followed his career for years while I lived in the States. I was in awe of his work ethic and the amazing photographs he produced. So to meet him and work with him completely blew me away.”

  “Wow, that’s really cool.”

  “Yeah, and then, I don’t know if you followed it, but when he came out, it was somewhat of a big deal in the industry. I mean, there are probably lots of gay models, but not openly. I somehow knew it would be better for me and other models after that.” I paused, then added, “I kinda only came out when I was on the reality show back home. When did you come out?”

  I felt him stir behind me, wondering if he was thinking like me that I’d have to go back to the States in a few months. But soon he was back to his usual self as he absently stroked behind my ear. “Have you seen me? I think everyone knew before I did. I remember when I was about twelve, a boy from across the street came over and we went upstairs to look in my mum’s jewelry box. When I put some pearls round his neck, he pulled me in and kissed me. It was about as sophisticated as twelve-year-olds can possibly be, and right then, my mum came in.”

  I laughed and he caressed my forehead before continuing.

  “So, of course, I thought I was going to get in trouble, and I shoved the boy out the door. My mum just sat me down on her bed and said she wanted me to be happy, and if I was bringing boys back, stay out of her makeup. She also told me it was important that I be myself.” He laughed behind me, but it sounded hollow.

  “And?” I asked, somehow understanding there was more to the story.

  He kissed the top of my head. “Oh, I was bullied relentlessly in secondary school, and Jasper, who you’d think would stand up for me, never did. He was the cool, popular one. I know we were young, but it hurt. Dance is what saved me. I came into my own.”

  “So you and your brother aren’t close? I did sense some tension when we met that day.”

  “Jules says he’s trying, and that I should forgive and forget, but she wasn’t there when I was younger, and it really did damage to me. Would you?”

  I crawled round and peppered kisses on his face, then hugged him in close. “I’m sorry. But no, it depends on everyone’s own situation. And it’s harder when it’s family. My dad is in denial, I think, about my being gay. When we speak on the phone, it starts off strained, and it always becomes progressively more awkward. Even my best friend back there, Colby, will try and say something, and my dad just ignores him.”

  “Family is tough.” He sighed and rubbed my back. We were both lost in our own thoughts.

  Then he enveloped me and pulled me in close, then crushed his lips to mine. The tip of his tongue teased the seam of my lips, requesting access, and I opened for him, relishing his touch, his smell, his taste. My mouth moved with his, and I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that.

  Ollie’s kiss became full of need and desperation like he had to feel me, just to touch me.

  “You, Rutledge. Your touch grounds me.” His voice sounded deep and raspy.

  “I’m here. It’s the same for me. Even when you were caring for my cuts and bruises, I think I felt it. The next day I was panicked, thinking that I’d never find you again. I didn’t even know then if you were gay or what we’d become.” A tear dropped onto my cheek.

  “Don’t cry, please.” He took his thumb and wiped my cheek and let out a sigh. “You have me now. I have an idea.” He lifted me as if I was light as a feather, got up, and placed me on the couch; then, he went over to my records and flipped through them.

  I expected some lovey-dovey slow song and wasn’t too sure I could do it. Everything between us was becoming too real. And then, the twangy tones of an old country song greeted me.

  I couldn’t help but laugh, and when he pointed his finger, signalling me to join him, I jumped up and did a sort of a line-dance move over towards him.

  “Sexy.” He put his hands in mine and they felt warm as he pulled me in and then twirled me in one hand. “Now, I know I don’t have the line-dancing moves like you do, but you’re better than I expected.”

  “Hey, you’re the dancer. Aren’t you supposed to know every genre?” I gave him a sassy smile and put my hand on my hip.

  “Oh yeah.” He proceeded to kick his leg up far higher than I ever could.

  I did the one line-dance step I’d ever learned while drunk at some party and then took a bow.

  Never one to be one-upped, I imagine, Ollie, of course, picked it up immediately and proceeded to copy me.

  Ollie did a spin that had him sort of moving like a child’s top, around and around, and then pointed to me.

  I attempted it but then proceeded to fall to the side. Splaying my arms out, I grabbed thin air, as you would tend to do.

  He grabbed me and twirled me and leaned me into a dip, which took me by surprise. As I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t think of when I’d been happier.

  Ollie lifted me, intertwining his hands with my own and gave me a kiss. The lustful look in his eyes told me he wanted to do so much more.

  Then he put space between us. “I better go, okay? Thanks for the dance.”

  I pushed his vibrantly coloured hair from his forehead. “Okay, Ollie. Text me when you get in.”

  And then he disappeared into the night like Cinderella leaving at the stroke of midnight.

  20

  OLLIE

  All I needed was a plush pink pillow, I thought, as I lay on my stomach in my bed, smitten like a teenager you’d see in an old commercial for diaries with locks. What a perfect night with Rutledge.

  And no sex, just cuddling, kissing, and enjoying each other’s company. It was like a whole new world. Something special that needed to be nurtured.

  The way Rutledge could almost read my mind was intimidating. I had never connected with someone on that level, and that’s what it was—a connection.

 
It was exciting to think of what we still had to explore. I rolled over and let out a sigh. He was so dreamy. Dancing with him was almost like foreplay. I’d never felt so turned on before without shoving my cock deep in someone. And I’d made myself leave. The anticipation of what could be was almost too much. It felt right to wait. To take in the enjoyment of simply being with each other and to know that the spark was still there. I’d heard stories like these, nightmares of people trying too hard to be in a relationship or whatever, and it not going well, but this was different. I was giddy with excitement.

  I did a jeté as I went through to the kitchen, not noticing Jules there.

  “Oh, someone got laid.”

  My cheeks flushed, though the room was far from warm. “There was none of that. It was even better.”

  “Wow. Do tell.”

  “Okay, it’s hard to explain. Not better than sex. I had a wonderful night being with Rutledge, that’s all.” I shrugged my shoulders.

  I started to wonder why I was always willing to blab to her about my fucks. I suppose, why wouldn’t I? After all, here was the guy who’d dyed his pubic hair, the one who cheered for himself after he came. But this was special. I wanted to keep at least part to myself. So while I told her we’d kissed, what I didn’t tell her was that I wanted to kiss him forever, to hold him in my arms and hope upon hope I could give him everything he wanted and deserved.

  “We’re going to brunch at a place with his friends. I guess they know one of the drag performers. Fancy it?” I smiled at her. “But don’t worry, I’ll get to the studio and put some practice in.”

  “Oh, sounds good. I’m in. Look at you meeting the family and everything.”

  “Well, they’ll be meeting you, too, darling, so it’s kind of the same thing.”

  She ran over behind me and squeezed me in a giant hug.

  I’d put on my sequinned off-the-shoulder crop top and some faux black leather pants. I hoped Rutledge would like it. I added a dash of glitter above my eyes, swiped on some lip gloss, and was ready to go. I sent Rutledge a quick text that we were on our way and we headed to Queen of Hearts.

  Jules and I found our way to the booth they were at. We waved and I took the seat next to Rutledge. As I debated whether I should kiss him or not, he kissed me lightly on the cheek.

  When he placed his arm around me, I let out a contented sigh.

  Rutledge handed me a glass with a mimosa. “Today, I chose for you.” He winked and I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face.

  “Oh, get a room guys,” Jules said. Then she turned and chatted to Stuart and Marshall.

  Stuart raised his glass and we all followed suit. “Cheers, to new friends and future friendships.”

  I smiled and squeezed Rutledge’s thigh under the table.

  After we ordered, a stunning drag queen came to our table. She was wearing absolutely exquisite makeup.

  “Darlings, who do we have here? Stuart, you’re keeping secrets again.” She raised painted nails as if giving him a telling off like a naughty student.

  Then she took my hand, and I blushed at her frank observation of me.

  Stuart piped up. “Madame Onyx, meet Rutledge and Ollie and Jules. I’m terribly sorry for the delay. I should have texted you immediately.” The whole thing was dripping with sarcasm.

  “I make the jokes around here.” He gave Stuart a side-eye. “Now, I must get back to the grind. You know how it is. So many men, so little time.”

  I proceeded to choke on my drink, and Juliette and Rutledge both patted at my back. “Sorry, sorry.” I ignored my watering eyes. “Good to meet you.”

  “And you.” She nodded and whisked away in a sea of sequins. “I want to be like her when I grow up.”

  Marshall let out a hearty laugh.

  The rest of the meal was perfect. I kept my hand on Rutledge whenever I could, and we ate and laughed and drank some more.

  21

  RUTLEDGE

  I pushed Ollie through the door and carefully pulled off his top. Didn’t want a sequin explosion. Then I kissed him roughly, needing him. Needing something.

  Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my bulging cock. “Feel that. You were teasing me at brunch, the way you licked your lips and kept your hand on my lap just far enough away from my erection. What do you have to say for yourself?”

  He took one step back and blinked at me with those gorgeous eyes and started to undo the faux leather. A thatch of dark hair peeked out.

  “Holy shit. Commando?” I couldn’t breathe and my pulse started to race.

  “Yes, and it was you who was pure torture—those jeans and the way you’d smile.”

  I walked over to him, knowing exactly what I wanted. The anticipation over the last couple hours had been a bittersweet but beautiful experience, a mix of anticipation and want.

  I pushed my hand down the front of his pants and bit at his lip. “Can I?”

  “You never need to ask. Take what you want.”

  And weren’t those words, coming from him, just everything. I panted and pulled his pants down.

  “Breathe,” he murmured. To himself or me, I wasn’t sure. His hard cock stood out, and I knelt down and kissed it before licking root to tip. Looking up, I saw Ollie watching my every move.

  He licked his lips and I felt his muscles tense as I held his smooth legs at either side of him. Then I sucked on the end of his long cock and swirled my tongue. I had a feeling he’d had quick blowjobs before, but I hoped this one would bring him to the edge.

  My tongue swirled in one direction and then the other until I abruptly pulled off.

  “No,” he gasped.

  I blew on the wet tip and then held the base. My other hand went around to squeeze his ass. I sucked him some more, and with my tongue flat, I took his hard cock deep inside my warm, wet mouth.

  “Fucking hell.” Ollie grasped at my hair. “If I die, I’ll die happy.” Moving my mouth away, he sucked in a breath. “You are so fucking handsome … down there on your knees for me.“ The air was silent around us. Our breathing was all I could hear.

  “Lie down.” I pushed him back onto the couch, his legs spread to either side of me. His pre-cum dripped out like a tear, and I swiped some on to my thumb, then licked it off. “Damn, you taste good.”

  “Rutledge, I’m gonna come all over your abs and rub it myself if you don’t get your mouth back to work.”

  “And why would that be a bad thing?” I teased. Then I engulfed his cock in my mouth, and he lifted his legs to wrap around my waist. The feel of him, to have this effect on him was kind of blowing me away.

  I squeezed his asscheeks and moved up and down once … twice.

  “Ahh, ahhhh.”

  I managed to keep my mouth wrapped around him while his whole body became strung tight as I sucked his come down my throat. Some dripped out, but I didn’t care. When I looked up at him, I got scared. But in a good way. His eyes held my gaze, and I could see so many emotions in their depths.

  Ollie was letting me in, showing me all of him, and looking for confirmation that I was aware of it.

  I pulled him down to me on the floor, albeit awkward but necessary, and kissed him softly this time. Placing both my hands on either side of his face, I held him and pushed the hair off his forehead.

  “You are incredible. That felt like nothing I’ve ever had before. Look, I’ve been with a few men, actually, quite a few, but this feels almost like the first time for me. It’s never been more than a quick suck with a guy I’ll never see again.”

  “Are you ready, for us, I mean? Because I want everything if you do too. Will you, Oliver Abbott, be my boyfriend?”

  He let out a breath. “We’re really doing this. And yes, of course. Now, my first role as your boyfriend will be to return the favour.”

  My cock was so hard and stood at attention. “Okay, but you better be quick.”

  “Oh, like you were for me?” he said, his words filled with humorous sarcasm. He fondled my balls and
pulled me up to stand with him, kissing and touching my hard dick against his thigh.

  I reached down to squeeze my cock, but he batted my hand away. “Ollieee!” Then he bent down and turned me around so the backs of my legs were against the couch.

  Ollie sucked me off with such speed and power that I was gasping for breath and quickly wound up collapsing on the couch.

  When he leaned in to kiss me, I could taste myself on his lips, and it was the hottest thing ever. I twisted his nipple and heard him gasp. Good to know. I wanted to learn everything Ollie loved. “What do you crave—right now?” I blurted.

  “A warm bath with you and then more cuddling. But I do need to get to dance practice”—he peppered me with kisses—“like, really soon.”

  “Not sounding very convincing. I like the bath idea though.”

  “Juliette is gonna have a field day. You are not making this easy for me.”

  “Is anything this good ever easy?” I stood up and stripped off my clothes as I walked to the bathroom, certain he’d follow.

  “I don’t know. I’ve never had anything this good.”

  In the bath full of bubbles with the aroma of lavender surrounding us, I got quiet all of a sudden. It felt so right with Ollie, like I could be myself. I turned and tapped some of the foam on his nose. Then I scooped up a handful and placed it in his hair.

  He moved closer to me and massaged my sides and then down my legs. “Ahh,” I said in a relaxed voice.

  Then he rubbed around my calves. I leaned my head on the back of the tub. “This is the life,” I murmured.

  “Yes, darling, we just need some champagne.”

  I laughed but really I was smiling to myself at the endearment. It was different when it was just us. It took on a different meaning than when he said it with a group of people.

  As I looked over at him under my half-opened eyes, I knew it was too soon, but I thought maybe I was falling in love with him. But I couldn’t, we couldn’t. I was going back to the States in a few months. We’d said day by day.