Chapter 27
Callan
I ignored Madison’s annoyed glance and focused on Lana who was kneeling in front of me. I rubbed my cock for a moment and reached out to cup the side of her face with my other hand. Her skin was warm, and she leaned into my touch just slightly, her eyes locked on mine.
I knew how she framed all this in her head.
Strictly professional and with no feelings involved, because she claimed not to have any toward me or this whole situation.
But that was bullshit. She kept emotion out of it and kept her boundaries tight, but I knew that deep down, she was fighting hard not to let it all spill out.
I knew that was the truth because I felt the fucking same.
I respected the hell out of her and hated the way I treated her after taking her virginity.
And every time she knelt in front of me like this, something in my chest tightened.
I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did.
I shouldn’t have let it get to me. But it always did.
“Can you just get on with it?” Madison muttered. I didn’t look at her because it would only ruin this moment. I was focused on Lana.
Smiling down at her, I guided my cock to her lips. “Nice and slow,” I told her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as she leaned in. She parted her lips and instantly, her tongue darted out to lick the head before she took me into her mouth.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the familiarity of her mouth around my cock settled.
She started slowly, her movements confident.
She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside before taking me deeper, her lips creating a tight, perfect seal.
I watched her, watched the way her eyelids fluttered closed for a second, and the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
“Goddamn beautiful,” I hissed, running one hand through her hair, and curling my fingers around it. My other hand cupped her jaw, but I still let her be in control.
Her hand came up to wrap around the base of my shaft, her fingers stroking in time with the movements of her mouth.
This was the part where I was supposed to get hard and then pull back, ready for the scene with Madison.
That’s what Lana was here for. But as Lana’s mouth worked its magic, I felt a different kind of pressure building.
It wasn’t just the mechanical process of arousal; it was a deep, primal pull in my gut.
She wasn’t just getting me hard, she was unraveling me.
She took me deeper than she had before, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, just moaned softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. Her other hand came up to cup my balls, her fingers gently massaging them, and that was it.
I felt my control slipping. I tried to think about anything else, but it was useless. All I could focus on was the exquisite, torturous pleasure of Lana’s mouth. She was doing everything right, everything that drove me crazy, and I was losing the fight.
“Lana,” I gritted out, my voice a low warning. I meant for it to sound like a cue, to let her know that she had already done what I needed her to do. But it came out sounding like a plea, begging her for more.
She just looked up at me, her eyes dark and challenging, and she doubled her efforts. She started moving faster, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm, her hand pumping my shaft in a tight grip. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was pushing me, testing me, and I was failing.
The pressure in my groin became unbearable. My hips started to move involuntarily, thrusting gently into her mouth. I could feel my muscles tensing, and my breath hitching. I was going to come, breaking every fucking rule we’ve both set earlier, but I didn’t give two shits about it.
“Fuck, Lana,” I groaned, both my hands fisting in her hair now.
She didn’t stop. If anything, she went harder, taking me as deep as she could, her throat constricting around me.
That was the final straw. My whole body went rigid as I came hard pouring myself down her throat.
I shuddered, my hips jerking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless.
Lana swallowed all my cum without hesitating for even a second, and she did it with her eyes fixed on mine. I stumbled back a step, and my legs felt like they were made of jelly. Lana slowly pulled back with a small, triumphant smile on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
I couldn’t hold back a chuckle, and with a shake of my head, I said. “Well, shit, sweet girl. Now you’ll have to do it all over again.”
“Are we serious?” Madison groaned from the bed.
“I’d watch that again,” Rocco said. I hadn’t heard him come in, but he was now sitting on his usual chair behind the yellow line.
I kept my eyes on Lana and cupped her face with one hand again. “This wasn’t our agreement,” I told her, keeping my voice low.
“I’m sorry,” she replied, biting her bottom lip, but not looking sorry one bit.
Little devil.
I grinned and rubbed my cock with slow strokes, then slid my tip along the seam of her lips. “Do it again, sweet girl. This time, without making me come.”
***
After the shoot, Lana left the room without a backward glance.
Having her watch me fuck Madison made my stomach twist. I didn’t know why it got under my skin, but it did.
She’d seen me do this before. She’d watched me shoot scenes from three feet away.
She had knelt in front of me minutes earlier.
She was the one who insisted this was professional.
She had made her choice and rules. And though I thought that was a facade she had put up, maybe I had been wrong. She didn’t seem affected by me at all.
It bothered me more than it should. I kept replaying the way she stood there, her eyes giving nothing away. No jealousy, no discomfort. Nothing. If anything, it felt like she was putting emotional distance between us, and that fucking bothered me more than I liked to admit.
I shook the thought off and headed for the shower after I sent everyone home.
I stepped under the hot water and scrubbed the sweat and Madison’s perfume off my skin.
I washed twice, then stood still with my eyes closed, letting the heat hit my shoulders while my mind circled back to Lana again.
I told myself to let it go. To respect the boundaries she had set.
But something kept pulling at me insistently.
When I stepped out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and braced my hands on the counter. My reflection looked irritated and frustrated, and behind all that, there was a sharp, possessive need to keep her close.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I left my bathroom and walked down the hallway. I didn’t bother to dry my hair or put on clothes. I just needed to make sure she was still there because the thought that she might actually be putting distance between us gnawed at me.
I stopped at her door and I lifted my hand to knock.
“Lana? You in there?”
A second passed, then she called out, “Yeah?”
I opened the door and stepped into the doorway. She sat on her bed with her legs crossed. Her red hair was up in a low bun, and she was wearing one of those oversized shirts she always wore at night.
“What’s up?” she asked, looking and sounding calm. Almost disinterested.
“You okay?” I asked.
She blinked, surprised by the question. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I shrugged. “You walked out fast.”
“Didn’t think I had to stay.”
“You didn’t,” I told her, eyeing her closely. “Just wanted to check.”
She never took her eyes off mine. A tight smile appeared on her lips. “Well…I’m fine.”
Maybe that was what bothered me so much. The way she said everything so nonchalant. The way it didn’t match the storm swirling inside of me.
Motherfucker.
I cleared my throat. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
She shook her head. “No. Not hungry.”
I didn’t believe that for a second. She rarely ate, and when she did, it was a sandwich or a bowl of cereal.
Even with the fridge fully stocked, it wasn’t often that she made herself a big, filling meal.
“I was thinking about ordering something,” I said.
“If you want any. Doesn’t matter what. Thai, burgers, sushi.
I’ll get whatever you’re in the mood for. ”
Her eyes softened the slightest bit. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Look out for me.”
I furrowed my brows. She was definitely putting distance between us.
“I know,” I replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as her. “But I want to.”
She hesitated, and I watched her work through whatever she was thinking. Finally, she let out a small breath. “Okay. Maybe something light. I had a lot for lunch.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. Holland and I went to this food truck park. Ate quite a lot. But I could go for, I don’t know, veggie summer rolls.”
“Good,” I said. “Then I’ll order for both of us.”
Her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile. “Great, thanks.”
“Sure. I’ll let you know when the food’s here.”
Relief loosened the knot that had built inside of me, but not fully. It was a small win for me though, having her agree to have dinner with me.
I left her room to get dressed before I picked up my phone to order.
The food arrived fast. I grabbed the bags from the delivery guy at the door and walked back into the living room where Lana was already curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled over her legs.
I set the bags down on the coffee table. “Here we go.”
She glanced over and scooted to make room for me. “What did you get?”
It was another casual question that shouldn’t have moved anything in me. I needed to stop overanalyzing everything she did or said, because she was clearly just being friendly.
“A spicy beef noodle soup. And some summer rolls as well.”
I unpacked the containers, handed her hers, and sat beside her. The TV remote was already in her hand. She didn’t have trouble figuring out what she wanted to watch. Instead, she quickly picked a documentary about planets and the universe.
“Is this fine?” she asked.
“Yeah, fine with me.”
Putting the remote aside, she glued her gaze to the TV and started to eat her food in small bites. She didn’t look at me once. Didn’t make a single comment about the food. She seemed unbothered and fully calm.
I kept glancing at her but she didn’t notice.
Or maybe she did and didn’t care.
Maybe I really had read everything wrong. Maybe she didn’t feel a damn thing for me. Maybe her wanting to keep being my fluffer had nothing to do with me at all.
My ego didn’t like that. Not one bit.
I looked over again, wanting to figure her out. She was so focused on the TV though, and I didn’t want to make things weird. So I kept my mouth shut and kept eating.
We finished eating around the same time. She set her empty container on the table, folded the carton neatly, and stood up to gather the rest of the trash. I beat her to half of it.
“I got it,” I said.
“It’s fine, I can help.”
Her tone was simple. She wasn’t avoiding me, but she wasn’t trying to engage either.
We threw everything out, and I wiped down the coffee table while she rinsed our glasses in the sink. When she turned back toward me, she gave me a tight smile, and said, “Thanks for the food.”
She stepped closer as I opened my mouth to say it was nothing, but before I could get a word out, she wrapped her arms around me. A small hug. Warm and brief. Just enough for her cheek to rest on my chest and for her body to press into mine for a heartbeat.
Then she let go. Pulled back like it hadn’t affected her at all.
“I’m tired. So…goodnight.”
My head spun as she walked toward the stairs with no hesitation in her step. She didn’t look back once. Just disappeared around the corner like she hadn’t just scrambled every wire in my head. Again.
I stood there with my hands still slightly raised from where I’d almost held her. My brain replayed that hug on loop.
Was she now messing with me on purpose?
She had to be.
What the hell was she doing?