Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Do I worry things will change once this tour is over and our lives take different directions? I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have thoughts like that. But one thing I am sure of is that if things were ever to end between Blake and me, it wouldn’t be because we didn’t try.
I try with him every day because no one has ever made me feel this loved. This cherished. Or this wanted.
Blake wants me for more than my looks. More than my body.
He wants me for me, and I’ve never had that before.
I push in and out of him, harder and harder. The hot water beats down on my back, and I’m already way too close to coming. I slow my thrusts, and he protests.
“No!”
“Have. To,” I say between hard breaths. “You need to come before I do.”
“Screw that.” He pushes back and starts fucking himself on my dick. “I need you to fill me up. I need you to take me. And if you do come before me, I can finish in your mouth.”
Blake keeps going, and I don’t stop him. I can’t, no matter how much I want to make sure he gets something out of this too.
“Jordan,” Blake rasps, and I can’t hold back. Before I know it’s hit me, I’m already coming and shuddering inside him.
I still pump in and out of him until I’m empty, and then I drop my head to the middle of his shoulder blades. I don’t want to pull out of him yet, but he has other ideas.
He presses himself closer to the wall so my cock slips from his ass, and then he turns around. “No passing out yet. You have a job to do.” He grips my shoulder and pushes me down to my knees, but I’m still trying to catch my breath.
“Hang on,” I say.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to do the work. Just suck on the tip because this will be all over so fast.”
I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, and he jerks himself off into my mouth. It’s hot and so damn sexy, it’s impossible to take my eyes off his.
He bites his lip and breathes through his nose, and then when he comes, he throws his head back, exposing his long neck. I watch as he swallows in time with me, his Adam’s apple moving up and down in sync with mine.
Blake wipes the corner of my mouth and then leans down and kisses the same spot. “You spilled a little.”
I stand, wrapping my arms around him and maneuvering us back under the water. “I couldn’t help it. You came hard.”
“Is it me, or has sex on tour been …” He purses his lips, trying to think of the right word.
“A compilation of fucking as hard and fast as we can—a cumpilation, if you will.”
“Exactly. Is it hotel sex? Why’s it so much more intense?”
“I think it has to do with your adrenaline levels. Have to say, I’m not complaining at all. In fact, when is your next tour?”
Blake doesn’t smile, though. “Actually, I have to talk to the guys about that.”
His sudden serious tone and melancholy is not like Blake at all. I get the bad feeling that Eleven’s reunion tour might be their last encore.
Chapter Thirty
Blake
I love touring, I love the guys, there’s no denying that, but I didn’t expect to miss acting as much as I have.
Going onstage every other night, singing, performing, and goofing around with the rest of Eleven has brought back enough nostalgia to last a lifetime.
But that’s just it. With one tour, I already feel like we’re back on that never-ending cycle of pumping out songs and performing them like trained monkeys.
I keep my mouth shut, though. At least for now.
Show after show, the high never fades, but the doubt in the back of my mind grows. And when the others mention dates we can try to fit in another album, another tour, when we haven’t even finished this one yet, all I can bring myself to do is nod and smile.
Jordan tells me to talk to the guys, but I don’t want a repeat of what happened last time. I don’t want to go our separate ways and fall out of touch.
These guys are my brothers, and I worry my hesitance will cause drama. With all the Ben and Jordan issues still being played out in the media—who really cheated on who, is Jordan’s and my relationship real or a rebound, am I really bisexual?—I’ve had enough drama for the next few years.
But as the tour winds down, I know I have to say something, because that’s what this whole reunion has been about: doing things the way we want to, leading our own story, and having fun.
The tour was split, two months in the US, two months overseas, and then two months back in America and Canada.