Chapter 13
Thirteen
Hayden
Sterling is sitting in front of me, rubbing his bare foot over mine. He stabs at his cheesecake with his fork and seductively takes it between his lips, his tongue twirling around the large bite.
“Good cheesecake?” I reach for my cup of wine.
“Very good.”
“Looks good.”
“Want to try some?” He bats his eyes, digging for another piece, and I nod my head, shaking it when his fork is getting closer to my mouth.
“Not from the fork.”
“Then where?” He leans further over the table, lowering his hand.
“From there.” I point at his mouth.
He wiggles in his seat, slowly moving the fork back to his lips, sliding it over his tongue. He sets the utensil down, keeping his mouth open and getting up from his chair to circle around the table and sit in my lap.
I rest a hand on his hip, my fingers stroking his thigh as he sits sideways, lowering his face to mine.
My tongue deep dives into his mouth, collecting the slice of cheesecake from his.
I swallow it down and go back for more of the sweet taste that lingers on him.
His hand cups the back of my head, intensifying the kiss as he rubs his ass against my cock.
“So needy,” I say against his lips.
“Mmm,” he says into my mouth, sealing our lips together.
I pull out my phone and film us, but he doesn’t notice until he pulls back to take a breath. His cheeks are pink and his lips swollen. I have to get all of it all on film.
“What are you doing?” He side-eyes my hand.
“Saving this memory to watch later.”
He smiles into the camera and then at me. “Let’s make it big-screen worthy, then.” He kisses me again, nibbling on my tongue, and I pull off his shirt before stripping out of mine.
I set the phone against my cup and suck on each of his budding nipples, sliding a hand between his legs. He ruts against my palm, making all kinds of noises that have my cock twitching.
“Hayden,” he whispers against my lips.
“You want your hole filled again?”
He nods, burying his face in my neck, and I press my feet hard against the ground as I balance him in my arms before standing from the chair. We both laugh when I almost fall back, but I spread out my legs as I slide him higher up my body.
“Don’t carry a lot of people from hotel tables?”
I laugh. “I don’t carry people in general, but I have a feeling this will be the first time of many.”
“Already planning to have others sit in your lap before standing with them in your arms? You haven’t even put the first one down yet.” He grins.
More laughter falls from my lips. “No. Only one person. Only you.”
“You say that to everyone, I bet,” he slurs.
“No. Only to the person who’s meant to hear it.”
“You act as if we’re going to keep seeing each other after this week,” he quips.
“That’s because we are.” I set him on the table, pushing everything out of our way.
“Not carrying me to the bed?” He looks behind him and I shake my head, moving the camera to another location. I pile two books on the nearby nightstand, moving them in front of a lamp and resting the phone against it, and I adjust the camera.
“You’re good where you are.”
He lifts his feet onto the chair, running fingers over the goosebumps of his arm. “You going to join me?”
“In a bit. I want you to take the rest of your clothes off for me first.”
“For only you?” His gaze sweeps over the camera I’m standing next to, and I nod.
“Me and the camera.”
He bites on his lower lip, eyes cast down, as he wiggles his hips out of his shorts. He kicks them to the floor. His lack of underwear takes me by surprise. “Not too much to take off,”
I smirk. “No. I guess not. You’ll have to do something else to keep me entertained now.”
“How about this?” His voice is smooth like honey as he lies back on the table, spreading his legs and rubbing a hand over his hardening cock.
“That’s good, but I’m going to need a little more than that.”
His head is lolling halfway off the table and he looks up at me, rolling his hips as he grabs the knife from beside him. I didn’t realize I’d left it there, but it really does add to the scene. The metal shines against his skin and he slides the flat surface over each of his nipples, moaning.
I undo my jeans when they get too uncomfortably tight around my growing erection.
They fall to my feet with one gentle shove, and I step to the side of them, sliding down my underwear next.
My cock springs free, and his eyes stay on me as he traces the thickening veins of his cock with the dull side of the butter knife.
“You’re so perfect for the camera. I’m never prepared for what you’ll give me, and I’m always in fucking awe.”
His eyes flutter closed, the flat surface of the knife smearing the precum from his tip over more of his skin. I just about lose it where I stand, my fingers itching to touch him.
“Come here,” he says needily, with his eyes fluttering open.
I step forward, fisting my cock, and I smile as I run a finger between his pecs, trailing it all the way down to where his pubic hair begins.
He shudders, the knife still gripped tightly in his hand.
I grab his wrist, guiding the knife to my thigh, and roll my fingers over his, pressing down hard until my skin stings.
I make him rub the sharp edges over my skin roughly until I’m bleeding.
It doesn’t do much damage since it’s only a butter knife, but it’s another stepping stone.
His eyes widen and he tries to pull away, but I hold his hand in place before helping him create another cut in my skin.
“You’re bleeding,” he says.
“You like making me bleed, don’t you? “
“I . . . I shouldn’t.”
“But you do.” It’s a statement, not a question. He looks to the camera and back at me, lifting his head from the table and pressing into another part of my skin with me.
I bite the insides of my cheeks when he widens the cut, dragging the blade without the help of my hand. He’s got fucking stars in his eyes. This isn’t something he’s done by accident with a prop. It’s not pretend either.
He keeps going, causing me to bleed from more places, stopping after slicing a little too close to my cock. “Is this all part of the movie?”
“Yeah. A very important part.”
“Have I been entertaining enough?” There’s a snarkiness in his tone and I love it.
“You’ve been perfect.”
He runs his tongue over his teeth and brings the blade to his mouth, licking off my blood. “How about now?”
“Even more so.”
“What’s next?”
“You coming with me buried inside you so I can see if you like my cock better than the dildo.”
“I think I will . . . I’m pretty sure I will.” He drops the knife beside him, and I go to my bag to grab some lube, quickly returning to where I was.
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
He nods. “What we’ve given to the camera has been good, but I think we can do better.”
“I think we can too,” I say, positioning myself between his legs. I set the bottle of clear liquid beside him and sit in the chair.
“What are you doing?”
“This is another part of the scene I can’t skip. Something else that should be remembered.”
Before he can say anything in response, I grab his legs, lifting his ass.
I shove my face between his cheeks, lapping at his outer rim, and he moans, pushing his ass closer to my mouth.
My laughter vibrates inside him, driving him crazier.
His body twists and he lets out a drawn-out whine, his thighs twitching as I breach his hole with my tongue.
I lick inside him as deep as I can, using my finger to open him wider to allow my tongue to dart in and out.
He’s mumbling a bunch of nonsense, and I smile against his hole, using my mouth to bring him closer to nirvana.
The camera is getting all of this, but it’ll probably cut off soon.
I need my real video camera for anything we do after this.
For our longer scenes. Especially the ones where he makes more than me bleed.
His palms slap against the table when I shove two lubed fingers inside him. I scissor them inside his tight channel, getting him ready for what’s to come. I need him to feel as good with me this time as he has all the others.
“Oh, fuck. You love to tease me, don’t you?”
I snort, kissing one of the fleshy globes of his ass. “Yes, but I also like getting you prepped enough to prevent pain and injuries.”
“I’m prepped enough,” he whines. “Fuck me already.”
I smile, twisting my fingers inside him, scraping the tips over the magical place that has him hitting the table harder.
“Please. Your fingers are good but . . . but . . .”
“You need more. I know.” I pull out my fingers and he winces, humping the air.
“I need more of you.”
I stand up from the chair, lifting his ass from the table before lining my cock up with his hole. “You do, don’t you? Your slutty hole does too.”
“Are we still filming?”
“Yes. So make sure you keep smiling for the camera, baby,” I say, thrusting forward and causing his thighs to shake when I feed him my cock inch by inch.
I hold still once I’m halfway inside, and he feels so fucking good squeezing around me, his tight channel tugging with the tiniest movements of my hips.
“You’re doing so good.”
“No retakes yet?” He sounds so drunk.
“No. You keep knocking it out of the park the first time.”
“Please move,” he begs, pushing his ass upward and grinding against my cock. “It’s better when you move.”
“Yes. Almost too good. I don’t want to go too fast or this will end too soon.”
“It’s pure fucking agony now.” His eyes squeeze shut and I rub his lower stomach, rocking my hips before circling them.
His sounds grow more animalistic and tears wet his cheeks. He always saves the best parts for when I’m filming, having such perfect timing for when to give the audience what it’s looking forward to.
“Yes, and the camera is eating it up. No one lets out those real emotions like they do when they actually feel them. Whoever watches it will feel it too. They’ll be right here in the room with you.”
I pull out all the way to shove right back in with one drive of my hips. He cries out, the muscles in his neck tightening and his head flopping around.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he squeezes out.
I angle my hips, fucking in and out with steady movements, picking up the pace when his words no longer make sense.
His hips tense, body locking in place as his cock bounces up and down.
Skin slaps skin, his ass and my dick making the best sounds.
They’re sloppy and filthy, getting me closer to eruption.
The buildup is almost too much, but I focus more on him and his eyes glazing over.
“Yeah, that’s it. Give your best to the camera and I’ll give you mine.”
I drill him deeper, grinding my hips when his hole vibrates around me, the sensation causing my spine to tingle. I hit his sweet spot on repeat, and he’s nearly glittering in front of me. If I were to stick him up in the sky right now, he’d outshine all the fucking stars.
“Ohhh,” he moans, shooting cum all over his stomach. I gather it with my fingers and suck on them, getting hit hard with my own orgasm.
I come inside him, slowing my hips, and I swear it’s like my cock has its own heartbeat with the way it throbs, kicking inside him as I continue to fill him with my load.
His arms fall back, one hand tugging on his hair as he lifts his chest up to the sky, closing his eyes. “Oh fuck. I don’t think . . . I don’t know where I am anymore. Can you remind me?”
I laugh, covering his sweaty body with mine. “You’re with me, my sweet star. You’re with your cameraman.”
“My cameraman,” he says, smiling blissfully, his voice sounding rough.
“Yeah, yours.” I pepper kisses on the side of his face and he hums sweetly, going slack underneath me.
He starts snoring and I laugh, getting up to hit stop on my phone’s camera. Next, I wet a towel in the bathroom and get us both wiped clean, leaving a little bit of me inside him, hoping it’ll leak in the night enough for me to push it back in with my cock when we first wake up.
“I shouldn’t stay the night,” he mumbles sleepily, as I carry him to the bed.
Curling around him, I lift the covers over us.
“Don’t worry. I’ll wake you up while it’s still dark out. If someone says anything, I’ll say I slept in the parking lot and saw your car out there the whole time.
He chuckles quietly, pushing back against me. “We didn’t use a condom. I’m never that careless.”
“It’s okay, baby. I get checkups regularly and haven’t been with anyone like this in years.
” Not ever since I set my sights on him.
I was his from that very moment. Everyone else would only be a waste of my time and push me further from the goal I had set.
I didn’t need any more hurdles getting in our way.
I was busy enough finding ways to keep his blind dates and online hookups from happening, hoping I wouldn’t have to take one for the team when it came to getting rid of his local fuck buddy.
Luckily, it didn’t come to that. He hadn’t seen her in a while, but I was waiting around, watching in case he did. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it at all now. Not when he’s practically purring in my arms and forcing them tighter around him with his hand resting on mine.
He’s as in this as I am. Or at least very much on his way.