Chapter 18
Callan
I heard her moans when I walked down the hall, and I couldn’t just pass it, acting like she wasn’t in there pleasuring herself. At least, that’s what I thought she was doing. She never had any guys over, and no one else was in the house, which led me to believe that she was doing it herself.
I wasn’t some creep who lurked around listening to girls touch themselves, but the sound of her voice hit me in a place I didn’t know how to ignore.
Ever since the blowjob she gave me, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head.
No matter what I did, she stayed there. Even earlier today, during filming, I had to fight every instinct not to look at her.
She was sitting behind the camera, taking her damn notes, but as hard as she tried pretending she only focused on the camera work, I could feel her eyes on me. It was almost unbearable.
Trying to stay focused on Madison and Kira while Lana was just a few feet away took everything I had.
I forced myself to keep my eyes where they needed to be, to stay professional, but it didn’t matter.
Every movement, every sound from the set only reminded me of her.
And now, standing here outside her door, hearing her moan like that, all I could think about was how much I wanted her again.
Her moans beckoned me closer, daring me to open the door and watch.
My conscience was holding me back, but only until another moan crept from under the door.
My hand hovered over the door handle before I pushed it open, aware of how bad her reaction and the outcome could be.
But when I saw her on the bed, none of that mattered.
She was on the bed, her body hidden beneath a blanket, but her hand was clearly visible, moving beneath the fabric.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly as she let out another soft, breathy moan.
I was so focused on her that I hadn’t even realized what was playing on her laptop.
Only when I recognized my voice came from it did I look at the screen, watching myself fuck some random girl I had chosen for yet another quick shoot.
My eyes flicked back to Lana, and I stood there for a moment just watching her, with my heart pounding in my chest. She looked so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so damn lost in pleasure. I felt a surge of desire, a need to be a part of this, and to join her in this moment of intimacy.
I wanted to take a step, but that’s when Lana snapped her head toward me. Her eyes flew open wide, startled and caught. For a moment, she froze. Her hand was still buried under the blanket, and neither of us spoke. The only sound in the room was the echo of my voice coming from the laptop speakers.
“Is this what you’ve been doing?” I asked, keeping my tone low and rougher than I meant it to be. I wasn’t angry. I was turned on, and the sudden possessiveness I felt made me lose the control I usually held.
Her face flushed dark red, and she scrambled to pull the blanket higher, trying to cover herself. But it wasn’t letting her hide any more than it already had. “Don’t,” I said quietly, stepping closer. “I already saw you.”
She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling fast. “You shouldn’t be here.”
My eyes flicked to the screen, and a sharp sting hit me low in my crotch. Knowing that she was watching me fuck yet another girl didn’t sit right with me, and I wanted to remind her who she was watching while she touched herself.
“How often do you watch my videos?”
“Never!”
I let the door fall closed behind me, and I took a step closer to her, watching as her eyes grew even wider. “Is that what gets you off?” I asked, eyes locked on hers. “Watching me fuck someone else?”
“No!” she shot back, her voice shaky. “I’ve never—”
“My fluffer,” I said, letting out a humorless laugh. “Has that been your plan all along?”
“What? No.”
The look on her face told me how embarrassed she was. But she was aroused too. Her breathing gave her away. I reached for the laptop and shut it without breaking eye contact. “If you’re going to touch yourself to me, you don’t need a screen for that.”
“Callan,” she whispered, her voice a warning and plea all at once.
“No,” I said, my tone firmer now. “You think I don’t know what this is doing to you? You’ve been watching me on set, pretending you’re just there for your essay. But this—” I gestured between us. “This is what you’ve really been wanting.”
She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t.
I leaned closer, my hand brushing the blanket away from her lap. “You started something the moment you walked onto that set. You got inside my head, and now you’re here, doing this. Tell me, Lana.” My voice dropped, rough with want. “Were you thinking about me? About my hands on you?”
She nodded so subtly, but it was enough.
I exhaled, feeling that dangerous pull between control and need. I wanted her to say it out loud, to admit what I already knew. “Say it.”
“I was thinking about you,” she whispered. “About…you touching me.”
The words lit something in me I couldn’t put out. I reached out, my fingers tracing her jaw, then sliding into her hair as I tilted her chin up toward me. “You don’t get to watch anymore,” I said softly. “You want me, you get me.”
She drew in a shaky breath, and I could see the hesitation and the fear. And the hunger. It was all there, tangled together.
I brushed her cheek with my thumb, letting my eyes wander all over her face. My gaze lingered on her lips, and I licked mine, unable to hide my desire. “We can take this further, Lana. You being my fluffer…we don’t have to stop there.”
She didn’t answer me, just looked at me wide-eyed, her breath hitching in her throat. My jaw clenched as I cupped the side of her head, my thumb brushing gently against her cheek. I let my eyes drop to her panties, the thin fabric barely concealing the heat between her legs.
“Touch yourself again,” I commanded. She sucked in another breath, her body trembling as I placed my other hand on her inner thigh, gently parting her legs. “Do it, Lana.”
She looked down, her fingers hesitating for a moment before moving to her panties, resting on the fabric. I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “That’s not what I mean. Touch your pussy for me, Lana.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with a mix of embarrassment and desire.
I could see the protest forming on her lips, but she bit it back as her hand moved beneath the waistband of her panties.
“That’s it. Good girl. Doing what I ask of you,” I praised, my fingers gently caressing her inner thigh, and feeling the softness of her skin.
“Are you wet?” I asked, my voice rough with need. Her lips parted, but no words came out. She just stared up at me, her fingers moving slowly inside her panties. “Answer me, Lana. Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “I’m wet.”
“Show me,” I commanded, my eyes locked on hers. “Pull out your fingers and show me how wet you are for me.”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening with her arousal.
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “All because of me. You’re so responsive.”
I leaned in, my eyes never leaving hers, and captured her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I sucked them clean, tasting her sweetness and feeling her shiver at the contact.
I lowered her hand, then cupped her face, my thumb gently brushing her cheek. I leaned in again, my face close enough to feel her breath on my skin. “Tell me to stop,” I challenged. “Tell me to leave, and I will.”
She let out a sigh of frustration. “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?”
“You…” Her eyes dropped to my lips, and her thighs pressed together in an attempt to stop the ache I knew she was feeling between her legs.
My lips pursed, trying to hide a smug grin.
“I’m not fair? Now, that’s not true, Lana.
You expect me to just ignore that you touched this sweet pussy while watching one of my porn videos?
I think you’re not being fair, using a virtual version of me instead of the real me to get off.
” Her breath hitched when I pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of her mouth, and when I looked into her eyes again, I added, “I won’t stop unless you beg me to. ”
She hesitated, her lips parting slightly, but her words were once again stuck in her throat. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her desires and her reservations. I held her gaze, my expression unyielding, waiting for her to make a choice.
Finally, she blinked, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before meeting mine again. “I can’t,” she admitted. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A slow smile spread across my face, and I leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She melted into me, and I could feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.
After a swipe of my tongue against hers, I broke the kiss and looked down at her. “You’re a good girl,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “Lie back on the bed for me.”
She complied, her body moving with a grace that took my breath away.
Any other woman would’ve stripped immediately.
Wouldn’t have put up a fight to get under me.
But Lana wasn’t them. She lacked experience, had no idea how good sex felt, and before she made the stupid mistake of letting a stranger get too close, I wanted to be the one to show her what it was like.
I wanted her to remember me when she thought about her first time.
I followed her down, my body covering hers as I settled between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal, and I let out a low groan, my cock throbbing with need.
I captured her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head as I looked down at her. “I want to taste your pussy.” It wasn’t a question. I was telling her that I would.
She nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation and trust. “Okay.”
Leaning in again, I took her mouth and kissed her hard, sliding my tongue between her lips.
She moaned into the kiss and arched her back before pressing her hip against mine.
She was needy. I liked that she wasn’t shying away but letting herself go.
I released her wrists and moved my hand down to explore her body, tracing the side of her breast and the curve of her hip.
She arched more into me, her body begging for more when I buried my face into her neck.
I trailed kisses along the side and down her collarbone, and without lifting her shirt, I sucked in one nipple through the fabric.
“Oh!”
I grinned at her reaction and sucked harder before doing the same to her other nipple.
I pressed my tongue against the hard nub first, then sucked it between my teeth until she cried out again.
Pulling back, I looked at her face again, seeing the pure desire written all over it.
Her eyes found mine as she ran a hand over my chest.
“This is wrong,” she breathed. “You did this with my mother.”
My body tensed and reacted in the worst possible way.
I hated that she mentioned her mother. My jaw clenched, and I reached up with one hand to cup her throat.
“Don’t ever say shit like that again, you got me?
She’s out of the picture, and I don’t think about her anymore. Haven’t in a long fucking time.”
She held her breath as I tightened my grip, and her eyes widened when she noticed how serious I was.
“You take up all the fucking space in my head. You understand? Only you. So don’t mention any other woman when we’re like this.”
Her body tensed under me. She didn’t believe what I was saying, but I could tell that she wanted to.
I moved closer and pressed a slow kiss to her lips. “You don’t believe me.”
“How could I?” was her response, her eyes searching my face. “With all those women from your past. And the ones in the present…”
“They don’t fucking matter. You hear me? They don’t matter.” I pressed my cock against her heat while keeping my hand around her throat, and my eyes fixed on hers. “Do I need to remind you who makes me this hard?”
She swallowed and shook her head slightly. “No.”
“Good.” I loosened my grip and moved down, hooking my fingers into the waistband of her panties.
“You’re confident. More than most of the girls I work with,” I said, slowly pulling them down.
She lifted her hips, helping me as I slid the fabric off her feet and tossed it aside.
I spread her thighs and kept my eyes locked on her pussy as I let out a groan of appreciation.
“So beautiful,” I murmured, admiring the curly, reddish hair framing it. “So fucking perfect.”
“I would’ve shaved had I known—”
“No.” I looked up and ran my hands along her thighs. “Don’t ever fucking shave. Not for me, or anyone. This is perfect.”
She looked surprised, and I understood why.
“But the women on set—”
I interrupted her again because I knew exactly what she wanted to say.
All the women on set were always clean-shaven.
Their whole bodies were hairless, but that’s what people wanted to see in the end products.
They wanted women who weren’t real. Nothing about any of the girls I fucked on camera was that way in real life, and I hated that Lana thought it was what I wanted.
“I want you the way you are,” was all I said, and it was enough. She understood, and her body relaxed.
“Okay.”
Without missing another beat, I moved between her legs and placed kisses on her inner thigh until I reached her wetness.
Shooting her one more glance, I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweetness and feeling her shiver beneath me.
I found her clit and circled it, then sucked it gently as she cried out.
Her hands moved to my hair, holding my head right there.
She bucked against my face, her body moving in perfect rhythm with every flick of my tongue.
I could feel her tensing, her orgasm building, and I increased the pressure and the speed, until she was crying out my name, her body trembling with pleasure.
She tasted incredible, and I knew then that I’d be addicted to her.
As she came down from her high, I crawled up her body and settled between her thighs once more.
I captured her lips in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moaned, her hips lifting to grind against my cock, and I knew she was ready for more.
But even if I wanted to give her whatever she needed from me, I couldn’t let it happen like this.
We had already done enough, and I didn’t want to overwhelm her.