Chapter 23 #2
She nodded, smiling gently. “Yeah. That was my plan.”
She didn’t move, though. She didn’t step away or turn toward the stairs.
She stayed in front of me, her big eyes looking up at me with anticipation.
We were both waiting for the other to decide what to do, both of us standing on the edge of a decision but not wanting to be the one to take the first step.
Her eyes stayed on mine for a long moment, and suddenly I felt a shift between us.
It wasn’t clear at first, but I got pulled in her direction.
It wasn’t just me who felt it. We both took a step forward, our bodies moving without being told, and our chests rose and fell more heavily than before.
My hands found her face, and her mouth met mine.
The kiss was passionate and slow, and I held her close to deepen it even more.
A soft moan escaped her, and she pressed her body against mine as her hands rested on my forearms, gripping me like she was afraid I might let go.
Her lips parted, and I took the invitation, my tongue exploring hers as her hands moved from my arms to my shoulders.
Her fingers dug into me, and I backed her up against the wall, with my body pinning hers.
The kiss became messier, more desperate, and I dropped my hands to her hips to lift her up.
She wrapped her legs around me, her arms tight around my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to dip my tongue deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her.
She moaned again, her hips pressing into me, and one of her hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me even closer.
I’d established long ago that Lana wasn’t as innocent as she seemed.
She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and she was taking it without a hint of hesitation.
Just like today, before the shoot, where she knelt in front of me and only had eyes for me.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I rested my forehead against hers, trying to slow down my heartbeat. Hers was hammering too, in a frantic rhythm that matched my own.
“Callan,” she breathed. “Do you…do you want to go upstairs?”
I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the desire and vulnerability in her eyes. part of me wanted to say yes, to take her hand and lead her to the privacy of her bedroom. But another part of me, a darker, more possessive and selfish part, had a different idea. I shook my head slowly.
“No,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Not upstairs.”
I cupped her ass with my hands and walked over to the filming room.
The door was open, so I walked through until my knees hit the bed.
Turning around, I sat down with her straddling my lap, and I ran my hands along her thighs, watching her closely for a moment.
I was trying to see if she wanted this. If this was okay.
And when her body relaxed, I decided that it was.
“Rub against me,” I said, my voice a low command and not a request. “Make me hard.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate.
She braced her hands on my shoulders and began to move.
It was a slow grind at first, her body trying to understand my own.
She watched my face as she moved, her expression showing concentration and arousal.
Her hips found a rhythm in a slow circular motion that was both torturous and incredibly effective.
I could feel myself starting to respond, with my blood rushing down as her movements grew more confident.
I leaned back on my hands, giving her more control and letting her set the pace.
Her breaths came out in soft pants, and with every roll of her hips, she pressed down a little harder, seeking her own pleasure as she worked me up.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her, admiring her while she made my dick harder. I could see her hard nipples through her shirt and bra, and I reached up with one hand to palm her breast, my thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.
She gasped, her movements faltering for a second before she picked up the pace, grinding against me with a new urgency.
I was fully and painfully hard now, with my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.
The sight of her using my body to get herself off was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “You feel my harness?”
She bit her lip and nodded, pressing her hips harder into mine as a shudder came over her. Her thighs tightened around me, and I gripped her hips to help her reach the edge.
“Come on, Lana. Make yourself come. Keep rubbing that clit on my dick.”
She sucked in a breath as her expression hardened. “I don’t think I can…”
“Try. You’re close.”
She moved faster, determination written all over her face now. I tightened my grip on her hips and met her moves by thrusting upward.
“Oh…I—”
“This is all you, baby. Make yourself come on my dick.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she chased her release, her body tightening before her legs twitched uncontrollably.
“That’s it,” I praised, stilling her movements as her eyes flew open.
She looked confused and frustrated, but it was the most adorable sight.
“You okay?” I asked, chuckling softly as I pulled her against my body, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“I think so,” she replied, frowning. “That was...weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yes, weird. But also nice. I didn’t know I could do that.”
I smirked and pressed a kiss to her jaw. “There are so many more things your body can do. Trust me, that was just a minor thing.”
“It didn’t feel minor,” she whispered, tilting her head to give me access to her neck, on which I trailed kisses.
“Your body is capable of a lot, Lana. All you have to do is give in. Let things happen without thinking too much about it.”
She didn’t reply with words. Just nodded slowly and moved her hands to my neck.
Pulling away slightly, I slid my hands from her hips to the button of her jeans to pop it open.
Then I moved to my own, undoing them and pulling my cock out.
It was thick and heavy against my abdomen, with the tip already beading with pre-cum.
I watched her look at it, licking her lips slowly before her eyes snapped back up.
“You want a taste?” I asked, sliding my hand along my length slowly.
“Yes.”
I raised a brow at him, my jaw tensing. “Remember what I asked of you?”
She started to shake her head, then remembered our conversation. “Yes, sir.”
A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good girl. On your knees.”
She slid off my lap, sinking to her knees on the floor in front of me. It was a familiar position, reminding me of the scene earlier today, but this was different. This was just for us, with no one watching.
She looked up at me, waiting for my command. I reached out, tangling my hand in her hair, and guiding her forward.
“Suck it,” I demanded.
She leaned in, with her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from the tip.
I groaned, fisting her hair with both hands now.
She took me into her mouth then, her lips wrapping around the head, and her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside.
She took me deeper, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat.
She didn’t gag. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took me even deeper.
“Fuck, Lana,” I murmured.
She started to move, her head bobbing up and down my length.
Her hand was wrapped around the base, stroking me in the same rhythm.
She was so fucking good at this. Her confidence showed, and she knew exactly what to do to make me come.
The last time she gave me head, I had to hold back.
It was the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done, but I had to stay professional on set.
Still, when I came on Madison and Kira’s tits, I came harder than ever before. And it was all because of Lana.
I watched my cock disappear into her mouth and saw tears prickle at the corners of her eyes as she took me deep. The sight was incredibly erotic, and I had seen a lot more before. I could feel my orgasm building, with the familiar tingle at the base of my spine.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice tight.
She looked up, her eyes locking with mine, and that was all it took.
The sight of her on her knees and with my cock in her mouth, her eyes full of trust and desire, sent me over the edge.
I came with a loud groan, my hips jerking as I spilled myself down her throat.
She swallowed it all, surprising me once again.
When I was finished, she pulled back and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up again, and the small, satisfied smile on her lips made me feel good about all of this. There was no regret in her eyes, and I knew that if she hadn’t felt good about this, she would’ve stopped.
I reached down, pulling her to her feet and onto my lap again. I took her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured against her lips.
She pulled back and smiled, this time showing hints of shyness as she dropped her gaze to her hands.
“What is it?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
“Nothing.” She pressed her lips together and met my eyes again. “I just never thought I’d do that.”
I waited for her to tell me what exactly she meant, and it took a moment for her to build up the courage to say it out loud.
“Swallowing cum.”
A small smirk tugged at my lips. “Did you like it?”
She nodded, pursing her lips. “Yes.”
A low grunt made my chest vibrate. “You’re so fucking adorable,” I said, pulling her face to mine again to take her mouth.
I dipped my tongue inside, this time tasting her more than myself.
I kissed her for a moment longer, enjoying what I normally didn’t let happen.
But sure enough, the possessive part of me wasn’t satisfied.
It wanted more. And it wanted all of her.
I broke the kiss and gently moved her off my lap. Standing up, I looked down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. My cock started to get hard again.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her in a low command.
Her fingers went to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.
Then she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor.
Her tits were perfect. Round and full, with rosy nipples.
Next, she unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her hips and stepping out of them, followed by her panties.
I licked my bottom lip and took in every inch of her. I had seen hundreds of women in my career, but none had pulled me in as forcefully as she did.
“Get on the bed,” I said. “On your back.”
She did as she was told, crawling onto the bed and lying down with her legs slightly parted.
I stood there for a moment and just looked.
She was beautiful, and I wanted to tell her over and over again, but I didn’t want her to think I was trying to win her over by showering her with compliments.
Even if I meant every single one of them.
I could see her folds glistening with arousal, and I knew she was ready for me. But I didn’t want to rush it. She was a virgin, and I respected that. Didn’t want her to believe that her innocence could be easily taken without care or intention. She deserved more than that from me.
I moved onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. I leaned down, my mouth finding hers in a deep, slow kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she kissed me back, and her body arched up to meet mine.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin.
She moaned, and her head fell to the side, giving me better access.
I continued to move lower, my mouth leaving a wet trail down her chest, then between her breasts.
I took one of her nipples into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it before biting down gently.
“Callan,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I gave the other nipple the same attention while my hand came up to knead her tit. She was squirming beneath me, and she lifted her hips off the bed, seeking the friction she so desperately needed.
“Patience, sweet girl,” I murmured against her skin. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”
I continued to move down, my mouth exploring every inch of her stomach. I could feel her muscles quivering beneath my touch, with her breath coming out in ragged pants. I spread her legs wider, slowly getting impatient myself when I smelled her sweetness.
I moved lower until my mouth hovered over her clit. She whimpered, her hips bucking.
“Please…Callan,” she begged. “Please.”
I didn’t make her wait any longer. I flattened out my tongue and licked her from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow stroke. She cried out, her back arching off the bed. I did it again, exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy. Her legs already trembled.
“You taste so fucking good, Lana,” I said, looking up at her to see her face full of desire. “I could eat this pussy all night.”
And I would if she’d let me.
I circled her clit with my tongue and flicked against it over and over again. She was moaning now, begging under her breath to make her come. But I wanted her to feel more. I placed two fingers to her entrance, gently rubbing it before sliding two fingers inside her.
“Oh!” Her hips bucked, and her walls clenched around my fingers as I pushed them in deeper. “Callan…please.”
I sucked on her clit and curled my fingers, knowing exactly how to move them to make her come. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening as her legs shook.
“Please,” she begged again. “Oh god!”
I didn’t stop as her orgasm washed over her. My tongue and fingers worked her through it, prolonging her pleasure. When she finally came down, her body went limp, and she whimpered under her breath. I pulled my fingers out of her and licked them clean, needing to savor the taste of her.
I moved up her body, my mouth finding hers again. She kissed me back in a lazy, satisfied kiss as her arms wrapped around my neck.
“Callan,” she whispered against my lips. “Do that again.”
I chuckled and pressed one more kiss to her lips before looking at her face. “We’re not done yet, sweet girl,” I assured her. “Not by a long shot.”