Encore (Famous #4) Read Online Eden Finley

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Famous Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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All I can do is nod.

“I need to swallow all of you again. One taste wasn’t enough. Come in my mouth.” He leans over me and covers the tip of my cock with his lips.

Apparently, that’s the last thing I needed. The second the wet heat of his mouth surrounds me, I go off and forget all pretenses of being quiet. I come on a loud cry. I grit my teeth and shut my mouth to try to stop it, but it’s like trying to stop a bulldozer with a rock.

Jordan’s moans mix with my own, and he barely gives me time to recover before he’s climbing up my body and straddling my chest.

He lowers his sweatpants and underwear to sit under his balls and then takes himself in his hand, stroking in earnest.

“Let me.” My words don’t come out right from trying to catch my breath. I reach for him, but Jordan shakes his head.

“I need your mouth. It’ll only take a second. Watching you come undone like that …” He grunts. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

I quickly lift my head and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth. Where I was tempted but nervous to swallow all of him that night at the pool, this time I don’t have time to think. My mouth is on him, and then he’s coming, and all I can think to do is breathe through my nose and swallow.

The salty taste slides down my throat, but I barely notice. I’m too busy being distracted by Jordan’s contorted face as he comes.

His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut, and he’s biting down on his lip as if he’s struggling to stay quiet while he unloads in my mouth.

Eventually, he stops and flops onto the mattress beside me.

I want to say something, but what?

Fuck our careers that we’ve both worked really hard for? Not likely.

Take a chance on me? Yeah, I don’t really want to sound like an ABBA song.

It needs to be something profound, something that will make Jordan realize I want more than what he and our management teams have given us. It needs to be—

Jordan adjusts himself and stands. “We should get up and get out there. We have scenes to shoot.”

—not that.

We don’t even have time to bask in the afterglow.

“I’ll go first.” Jordan picks up his shirt from the floor and throws it back on. “See you on set.”

I’m too numb. My dick’s still exposed, and my hole is full of lube, yet I can’t move. Because it all happened so fast.

One minute, I’m having one of the best sexual encounters of my life, and it feels like the next minute, he’s walking out.

Before he leaves, Jordan grabs my coffee he brought me and takes a sip. “Mm, still warm. Here, drink up.”

He hands it to me and heads for the door, opening it a crack and looking around before making a break for it.

Yep, I already hate sneaking around, and I don’t want to do it.

Chapter Twenty

Jordan

Blake looks into my eyes with such sincerity it hits me in the feels. The overhead lights heat my neck, and the camera’s lenses focus on only me and Blake, but that trickling sensation going down my spine has nothing to do with countless crew watching us and everything to do with the affectionate way Blake is looking at me.

It doesn’t feel rehearsed. This doesn’t feel like a movie set.

His blue orbs stare me down and plead with me to believe the words he’s saying. “I want this. You and me. I want it to be real, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and … I love you.”

I swallow hard. Fuck, why did we have to be shooting this scene today? “I …”

He presses his forehead against mine. “Please. Give us a real chance.”

He’s supposed to say my name there—Eamon—but he doesn’t. I wait for it, and when it doesn’t come, I wait for Ben to call cut.

That doesn’t happen either.

What are they doing to me?

This is too real.

It’s as if every single person in this room fades away, and then there’s only Blake and me. There’s no media, no crew, no Benjamin Randt.

“I want us to be real,” I croak. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.”

I’m not even acting.

I want more with Blake, but to get it, I risk my career, my heart, but maybe most of all, my dignity.

Because with all the other guys, even though I had hope, deep down I knew they’d all leave, and I’d accept it. With Ben, I was finally getting comfortable in the fact he wanted to stay, but I still held back and refused to give all of me. With Blake? I know how this will end, but I’m not protecting myself. And out of everyone, he might be the one I’ve wanted the most.


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