The Arrangement

14. Georgia

Chapter 14

Georgia

M y breaths were coming fast as I found myself on Wolfe's grey bedspread, scooting back until I hit the headboard as he crawled to me.

"Do you want to be on top or bottom?" he asked, sitting back on his heels and pulling up his mask enough where I could see his mouth and jawline.

"Bottom." I found myself saying. "It's been a while, and I'd rather not have to do a lot of thinking this time around." A smile tugged at the side of his mouth as he tipped his head appraisingly. "Say no more."

For someone so big, Wolfe was graceful as he crawled over me, holding himself up so as not to crush me. His fingers came to grip my chin, tipping it back.

"I thought you said no kissing?" I hated the breathy way my voice came out. Smirking, he replied, "Not on the mouth, Clark."

He turned my head to the side, where I was looking directly into the lens of one of the cameras as he trailed his nose down my jaw before placing a small kiss below my ear. I wasn't proud of the gasp that left my mouth as Wolfe sucked lightly at the spot he had just kissed and then lavished it with his tongue.

I used this time to bring my hands to his sides, brushing my fingertips along the broad muscles and tattooed skin. A soft moan echoed in my ear, and I pressed myself up, my core already tightening. Fuck, I wasn't going to last long like this.

Wolfe found his way down to my breasts, where he pulled aside the cloth he found there. "Can I take it off?" He asked, his voice an octave deeper than usual, his pupils blown black. I nodded, and he moved back, giving me room to sit forward. As I went to undo the clasp, he swatted my hand away with a click of his tongue. "I know what I'm doing, Clark." With one hand, he deftly undid the clasp, and I closed my eyes as the fabric fell away, exposing me to him.

Wolfe didn't say a word as he laid me back down, one hand pinning my hip to the bed as he continued his track down my body.

"Fuck!" I gasped as his hot mouth closed around my right nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub. I felt him smile against my skin as Wolfe moved to the other, bestowing the same attention as he had with the right. I was soaked already, and I hated that he would know how good he was.

"Colors?" He whispered as he continued the path down to my navel, pausing at my belly button. I opened my eyes to look down at his huge body looming over mine with a mask hiked up to his nose.

"Fucking green, Wolfe." I moaned, and I closed my eyes before I could see the smirk spread across his face. Before I knew it, Wolfe's fingers were hooked in my panties, a questioning tug before I lifted my hips to allow the masked man to slip them down to my ankles.

"You're doing so good," Wolfe murmured, and I felt a jolt of pleasure race through me at the words. "Spread those legs for me."

And fuck me for doing it without a single thought. I had been so nervous about this part, this exposure to someone I barely knew when I'd only trusted one other before this.

My breathing was coming fast now as I lay before him, Wolfe's eyes drinking every inch of me in while his cock strained against his boxers, reminding me very suddenly about how big he actually was.

"Colors, Clark?”

My mind was racing so much that I could not process what he said, my fingers clenched in the duvet under the red lights. I opened my mouth to respond, but he interrupted by saying, "Water break? I'm already dehydrated, I swear." His voice was lighter, more like Quinn than Wolfe. He was giving me an out.

I nodded. "Yeah, water sounds good." He ignored the cameras and pulled his mask off, sweat-soaked dark hair curls illuminated by red lights as he pulled two water bottles off of the shelf and tossed me one.

I drank it gratefully, suddenly realizing how thirsty I was after all.

"Doing okay, Clark?" He asked, his chest heaving as he chugged the entire bottle. I nodded, my legs closed in front of me.

"It's just been a while, and I feel like I'm out of practice."

He shrugged, "You don't have to do anything. I got you. Besides, it's just rehearsal, remember?" I nodded and looked at his flagging erection, still a monster in his briefs.

Wolfe's eyes followed my direction, and his brows furrowed. "Nervous?"

I steeled my jaw and was about to spout off something witty but decided against it, instead remembering what he said about communication. "You're just…bigger than I've had before."

The man once again shrugged. "No worries, I'll get you ready, and if it's too much, we'll do something else."

I nodded, swallowing another drag of water before sitting it on the nightstand."Okay, I'm good. You?"

Wolfe nodded, taking a deep breath as his mask came over his eyes again, this time covering his whole face as he crawled towards me again. Taking my hips in his hands, he pulled me towards him, and I was embarrassed by the squeak that left my mouth.

"Commenters love it when the girl lifts my mask; just don't go above the middle of my nose," he instructed, now kneeling between my open legs and lifting his face towards me. I remembered that scene with Natalie. Placing my fingers on the side of the mask, I flipped it, rolling it just over his nose, allowing my finger to drag down, pulling on his lower lip. His head cocked to the side in surprise, and I bit my lip as he lowered his head to my hip bone, dragging his tongue over the dip as I fought for a full breath. His fingers bit into the curve of my ass as he lifted me, pressing my core towards his mouth.

"Can I eat you out, Clark?" Wolfe asked, nibbling the inside of my thigh as he did so.

"Yes, yes, um, green."

He chuckled darkly, and it took everything in me not to cum right there. We locked eyes right as he licked a broad strip from my opening to my clit.

My shoulders bowed off the bed, and his warm breath hit my center, his tongue tracing circles over the sensitive spot of me but not actually giving it the pressure I craved. My hands went to his head, my fingers grasping the mask but being careful not to tug it off as I lifted myself closer to him.

"Mmm, good girl." He moaned, and then he devoured me.

To be honest, I couldn't tell you how long he was going down on me or if I was even in my body at any point of it, because I was all sensation, a live wire of pleasure and a pounding heartbeat. I wasn't even sure if I was breathing, and I grasped at the bedspread just to have something to hold onto, to ground me, because I felt like my soul was exiting my body as Sebas—Wolfe—tongue-fucked my pussy.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I whined, feeling the building pressure below my navel as every swipe of tongue over my clit sent shockwaves of sensation roaring through me.

"Do you want to cum on my tongue or my cock?" Came his baritone voice, fingers kneading into the flesh on my ass. Fuck.

"Both!" I gasped at the unimaginable choice before me, and I felt my skin flush at my confession. A dark, amused chuckle came from Wolfe as he rested his head on my inner thigh.

"Greedy," he whispered against my pussy. "But I'll give you what you want if you can be good for me." I was nodding my head, all sense having left my body. At this point, I would do anything just to have that man's tongue on me one more time.

This time, he pulled me up, leaving my upper half on the bed as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, and his arms kept me in place. There was nothing but Wolfe as he lavished my pussy with his tongue, nipping at the swollen skin and having me whimpering for mercy, but thankfully finding none.

"You going to cum for me?" He asked as I felt the tip of my finger massaging my entrance. "Color?"

"Green!" As soon as I said that, he dipped his thick forefinger inside me as his tongue continued its lazy circles around my clit, causing me to see starbursts behind my closed lids.

"Cum for me, Clark.” As soon as those words left his mouth, his tongue flattened over my bundle of nerves, and another finger joined the first, making a 'come here' motion, pressing something delicious inside of me.

And the stars behind my eyelids became fireworks as I came undone.

There was a buzzing in my ears as the red-tinted room slowly came back into focus, my heart thudding in my chest, and a small smile was pulling against my lips against my wishes.

"So, scale of one to ten?" Wolfe asked devilishly as I opened my eyes to see him maskless and sitting back on his heels. "Of course, I'll have a satisfaction survey sent to your inbox; please make sure you leave a tip. 20% is industry standard of course."

I moaned at the bad joke, tossing a pillow at him as my body regained its self-awareness. "Yeah, yeah, good boy, Quinn."

Something flickered over his eyes when I said that, but it was gone before I could analyze it. So I sat up and took the offered water.

"How long does filming normally take?" I ask, finishing off my water and handing him the empty bottle. Quinn shrugged, rolling his shoulders before he answered. "Usually, once every two weeks, Natalie and I would film for an hour or so, then I would have enough content to push out throughout the week. We usually did a few livestreams, but once again, no pressure on that. We can work up to it if you end up feeling okay about everything."

Nodding, I began wondering to myself how I would feel on someone' s live screen, with their comments pouring in while I was fucked. I shuddered slightly, but not necessarily out of fear.

Quinn hopped out of bed and walked to the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, rolling his shoulders again.

"You okay there, Quinn?" I called as I noticed him rubbing the right shoulder. He threw a nod over his shoulder. "Old lacrosse injury, flares up sometimes." Quinn walked back in and chugged another bottle of water before looking over at me. "You cool to go again? We can also stop here, but it might be best to actually see how you take me before we get ready to film for real." He paused as if he were berating himself for forgetting to mention something. "We also don't have to fuck at all, camera or otherwise. It can be oral and stuff."

I was shaking my head before I realized what I was doing, "No, I'm good. Promise. I'll tell you if I want to tap out." Quinn nodded approvingly, and I knew deep down he had to be glad. That was where a lot of his big money came in—I saw it on the expense report he had sent over to show me how Wolfe LLC made its money on each video.

Swallowing hard, I felt a rush of anxiety as he moved closer to the bed, rolling on a condom. "It's been a while and?—"

Quinn pushed the mask on and tilted his head. "He wasn't as big as me? You're going to give me a big head there, Clark." I rolled my eyes, settling back on my elbows, and watched him as he settled on the bed.

"Colors?" The deep throaty voice of Wolfe echoed out of the mask, his eyes roaming over me. The only things visible behind that balaclava.

I was just nodding for a moment before he grasped my chin, forcing my eyes to lock with his. "Colors, Clark." Fuck, I was completely fucked. Or at least, I was about to be.

"Green, Wolfe." I tried not to notice the way his pupils expanded, the amber nearly disappearing as his arousal took hold. Did I do that? Or was this all an act? I mean, he did this for a living.

"Good girl," he said as he gently pushed me back against the bed, my head reclining on the copious amount of pillows. "This is the only time I'm going to be gentle with you, so enjoy it. "

Raising my chin, I followed him as he circled the bed. "Who said I wanted gentle?"

Wolfe paused, his eyes sweeping over me. "Sounds like a challenge."

"It was meant to." Fuck , what I was saying? Without preamble, Wolfe made his way onto the bed, towering over me once again. His hands skittered down my side, my stomach flexing in response to his light touch as he made his way to my core.

"Mmm, still soaking wet for me," he whispered, and I tried not to look at the boom mic positioned directly over us, catching every word. "You already came on my fingers. Let's have you cum on my cock."

I was silent, my breath stolen as he slowly pushed a finger inside of me with ease. He was right; I was wet, and the sound his fingers made as they slipped in and out of me was obscene. Wolfe was rubbing my inner walls, pushing and stretching as he did, making sure to ghost a touch over my clit as he added a third. I bit my lip, throwing my head back and fisting the covers.

"You can hold on to me, you know," he whispered, his voice soft at my ear. Taking one of my hands with one of his that wasn't currently inside of me, Wolfe placed my hand on his hip. It grounded me, the warm feel of him as he went back to fucking me with his fingers. "Deep breath." That was the only warning I received as he slipped another finger inside of me, and I hissed at the slight burn I felt at the intrusion. Dylan had definitely not been this big. I felt him move above me, my eyes clamped shut as he began kissing my neck while his free hand palmed my breast.

"I think I'm ready," I whispered as the burn began to fade and left me only feeling deliciously full. There was a huff against my neck as Wolfe's hand came to grip the sides of my neck, careful of my esophagus and just gently pressing down on either side.

"I'll tell you when you're ready for my cock."

I felt a flood of arousal as he whispered those words, and he must have also, because the masked man smiled against my neck as he nipped my earlobe. "I knew you would be perfect." My brows drew together at this breathy admission, but I didn't get a chance to say anything as he twisted his fingers and pressed that spot inside me that made me see stars and dragged a moan from me.

"Now you're fucking ready," Wolfe murmured as he withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and unsatisfied. I nearly moaned at the loss but quickly shut my mouth as he gripped his prick standing proud and at attention.

Jesus Christ, it seemed way bigger than on my phone. Wolfe looked down at me as he stroked himself, the lights dealing an ominous glow to the sight, but it only seemed to heighten my arousal. Wow, Georgia, you are really telling on yourself right now.

"Stop looking so damn proud of yourself, Wolfe, and fuck me already," I challenged, spreading my legs further apart to make room for him. The bits of his eyebrows I could see underneath the mask raised, and with the mask pulled up to his nose, I saw him lick his lips.

Once again, he was over me. "This is the only time I'm allowing missionary Clark; the next time, I'm fucking you from behind so I can spank your brat ass while I make you cum, over and over."

I didn't know what had possessed me when I raised myself, our noses nearly touching, "If that's a threat, you need to try harder."

Maybe I had been reading too many smutty romance novels, because who was I?

Wolfe was shaking his head as a laugh escaped. "Oh, we are going to have so much fun." With that, he pushed me back none too gently as he grabbed my spread legs and pulled me against him. I wasn't too proud to say that I gasped whenever I felt his thick length press against my cunt.

"Not so tough now," Wolfe teased as he pressed the head of his dick through my arousal, the warmth and thickness of him causing me to moan out loud. Lining himself at my entrance, I grabbed the comforter again and held my breath as my eyes squeezed shut. I blew out a breath and sucked in another when nothing happened. Jumping at the soft touch at my chin, I opened my eyes to see Quinn's mask up to his eyebrows and looking at me softly.

"Hey, banter aside, you sure you're okay with this?" he asked again, no part of him touching me at this point. I took another deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, I promise I'm green. I'm just—" I shook my head, "It's cool, I'm good."

But he looked unsure, "What's the hang-up? I'm not freaking out about it, I promise." That wasn't the point; I was hung up on it, and it was pissing me off. Everything I did, I did to the best of my ability. Including taking Sebastian Quinn's monster cock on a random Wednesday night.

"Will you just go slow? Just this time, I mean. It's fine after this." I didn't want to tell him I'd only had one sexual partner before him (unless he counted the one time I got finger-blasted in a drive-in parking lot on my 18th birthday, but I sure as hell didn't.)

"You got it, Clark." Pulling down his mask, he lined up again. I could feel him watching me as he began to push in. It ached, but in such a good way I couldn't put my finger on it. As soon as his head was in, he leaned over me, supported by his very muscular, very tattooed arm.

"You're taking me so well," he groaned and pushed in another inch, and I bowed slightly off the bed as I felt my thighs shake around his hips. "Doing so good for me." God damn, his voice would be my undoing. Not that I would ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Wolfe thrust again, and I fucking moaned; I've never felt so full in my entire life. I never thought I would be a size queen, but here I am.

"Check-in. Colors, Clark?" He was brushing his fingers up and down my side, staying completely still even as his body trembled above me like it was taking everything in him not to slam home.

"Green, green, I'm good," I replied and released my hold on the comforters to grab his hips; feeling his muscular body under my hands made him feel more human. Not just a masked figure from my wet dreams.

"Almost there." Wolfe rolled his hips again, seating himself deeper inside of me. I must have winced because he dropped down to his elbow, burying his masked face in my neck and sucking lightly on my pulse point. His other hand reached down between us and gently began to circle my clit, making me gasp at the stimulation. It was almost too much, but at the same time, not enough. "Doing so well for me, taking me so well." Bravery overtook me as one of my hands left his hip and came to rest at the nape of his neck, where I could barely feel the brush of his dark waves.

"Deep breath, Clark,” was all the warning I got as he slid the last inch inside of me, my thighs stretched around his massive body. Taking my face in one hand, Wolfe forced me to look at him as he pulled out slightly, only to roll his hips to plunge back inside of my slick heat.The stretch was on the edge of being too much, the burn of him stretching me as the thrust only seemed to heighten my pleasure, my back bowing off the bed. Wolfe pulled the mask down over his face, his eyes darkening as he thrust home again. And again.

The masked man leaned back and, at my utter embarrassment, watched as his thick cock slid into me. Wolfe lifted his hood for a moment to suck a finger into his mouth, wetting it before touching my clit as he began fucking me in earnest.

I could safely say I had never been fucked before this man fucked me. Dylan, Derek, David, whatever the hell his name was, didn't even compute to the way Wolfe's body was working mine. I quickly remembered this was all for show and this was Sebastian Quinn, and I didn't want to give him all of the satisfaction besides what was needed to make that money. We weren't two people making love. We were two people fucking. On camera. For money.

So, on the next thrust, I met him with a roll of my hips and found myself pleasantly surprised to catch him off guard as a gasp was cut off underneath the mask. With a tilt of his head, Wolfe pulled my hips up with each thrust as I bared down onto him, loosening my hips to take him as deep as I could at this angle.

"Fuck," he growled, and I felt my face heat with satisfaction; I dug my heels into his ass to urge him faster. And fuck did he accept my request. We were nothing but two bodies, slick with sweat and our arousal with the outside world slowly drowning out as the sound of my racing heart was all I could hear besides the obscene sound of skin meeting skin.

"Going to cum again for me, Clark?" Wolfe sounded out of breath as he pushed into my slick heat again and again, pressing his thumb against my clit.

"Please," was all I could reply as the sight of his masked face above me, all tanned and tattooed skin, rolling into me, was unraveling me. Wolfe shrugged, his eyes darkening as he looked down at our joined bodies.

"Since you asked so nicely," was all the warning I got as he pressed down on my clit while his body moved to just the right angle to hit my g-spot over and over until I saw stars.

I came with the sound of his grunt over me, and I felt his fingers digging into my hips as he buried himself in so deep that I felt the pulsing of Wolfe's cock as he came.

Everything was static. I was a raw nerve floating in space, and Wolfe was still seated inside of me, finally pulling out with a soft moan and my accompanying hiss.

I did it. We did it. With a soft slap against the side of my ass, I felt the bed move as the masked man rose. "Nice work, Clark.”

Nice work, indeed.