18. Georgia
Chapter 18
Georgia
I spent the next day going through the motions; I dropped in on my grandma for a few hours after work and then headed to Quinn's place. I was stressed, my nerves on edge after having a good visit with Mary before she got that far-off look in her eye and began asking about Howard. It took more than a few hours to get her calm and in bed. I almost called the whole thing off, but a big part of me was curious, and the other part of me, for some inexplicable reason, didn’t want to be alone. Walking into his apartment with a steak dinner waiting was not what I’d been expecting; definitely not romantic, but a business dinner like he had promised. So far, Quinn had kept all of his promises going forward with this. I was excited and terrified, so after leaving my grandmother, I hurried home, desperate for a hot shower and enough time to slap on some makeup.
The cat had dinner while I showered, scrubbing every inch of my body like I would before a first date. The vanilla and honey body scrub had my skin shining and smelling amazing. I paid a bit of extra attention to my lips, since that was going to be a main focus today.
Because I was going to be giving a blow job. Fuck I was an idiot for suggesting that, but the wine was making me feel some kind of way, and the thought of going down on my knees in front of Wolfe made my head spin. I was way out of my comfort zone, but he couldn't know that now.
I hadn't given a blow job in well over a year and a half, and Dylan had grabbed my head one time, causing me to choke so violently that I had spots in my vision. He had apologized profusely, and I genuinely didn't think he did it on purpose; it just made me not want to give them as much, especially since they didn't do much for me, as selfish as that sounded. But for some reason, I just had a feeling that with Wolfe it would be different.
I still had about an hour until we were to meet up, and my stomach growled at me; pulling together a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, I sat on the edge of my kitchen counter with my bare, freshly shaved and moisturized legs swinging as I ate. Some trashy TV was on, and I spent the next forty-five minutes eating and then sipping tea to calm my nervous stomach.
By the time I was actually due to walk across the hall, I had been in makeup for over an hour and was starting to get tired. I liked to live life on the edge in the glow of my twenties and be in bed at 9:00 p.m. so I could read until I finally passed out. I had a routine—a good routine, honestly.
But I argued with myself that a toe-curling orgasm would be worth feeling a little drained tomorrow. I had tossed a few different pairs of underwear into my tote bag and a cropped white tee shirt that might look cute braless.
I knocked, more confident this time, and waited for Quinn to answer. The door opened not two seconds later to reveal the man in question, still tall, still dark, still handsome.
"Come in. I got everything set up!" He smiled, and as he walked away, I caught a generous whiff of his bergamot cologne and mix of mint toothpaste. I swallowed hard.
"Did you ever decide on a name, by the way?" Quinn asked over his shoulder, leading me back to his bedroom, the lights already casting a sensual atmosphere over the whole event.
"Oh yeah, I just thought I'd be uncreative and go with Lace," I gestured to the piece of thick lace mask in my hand, "for obvious reasons."
He smiled devilishly. "Wolfe and Lace, I like it." Something in my stomach flipped at that smile, but I pushed it down.It had nothing to do with Quinn but everything to do with Wolfe. That was whom I was attracted to and had been for over a year; of course I would get turned on by him. He had unwittingly been the subject of my nighttime self-induced orgasms for over a year.
I pulled off my hoodie to reveal my white crop top, and even though Quinn kept his apartment at a comfortable temperature, my nipples pebbled against the fabric.
"This okay?" I asked, somewhat self-consciously as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail.
Quinn turned suddenly, and his eyes dropped to my tits before quickly pulling back to my face. "Yeah, yeah! Looks great." He smiled, and as he pulled his shirt over his head and I dropped my sweat pants, looking in the full body mirror in the bathroom, I realized I’d made a good choice with the top and plain high-waisted panties.
"You ready?" he asked, pulling his mask over his face, his amber eyes looking at me inquiringly. As I placed the lace around my eyes, pinning the back to make sure it was secure, I smiled at myself in the mirror. I could do this.
"Yeah, ready to go. What's up first?" I asked, walking into the room with my arms folded over my breasts. Wolfe took a moment to turn on each of the three cameras and sound-test the boom mic overhead. "I think just some b-roll first. Touching, teasing? Remember our color system and remember this isn't live, so you can break character, take a breather or whatever at any time. It won't mess anything up."
I nodded, remembering the email he had sent over earlier today. A very official email about the sex we were about to have on camera for money.
Wolfe sat, widening his legs a bit, still clothed in his boxers. "For this, let's just have you sit on my lap, facing the camera. I'll lead." Him leading sounded like a good idea, because I was already chewing my lip before I remembered I had lipstick on. Wolfe slapped his muscular thighs and motioned me over to him, and I hoped he wasn’t looking at my face anymore. I was already blushing like an idiot, and I could feel the flush crawling up my neck.
"Okay, we're recording. We'll start slow, okay?" I nodded, wiggling back into him before he grabbed my hips as his breath caught in his throat. I paused, waiting for him to make the first move as he was fully encompassing me, the top of his chin brushing the top of my head. Slowly, he rolled his hips, and I felt his dick slowly begin to harden against my ass as he pinned me there, breathing heavily. It took me a minute to remember I was acting, and I reached my hand back to pull the back of his neck down towards my own.
Wolfe let out a huff of laughter, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. He must have pulled his mask up to allow his mouth to be seen because the next thing I knew, I felt his tongue gliding beneath my ear, his teeth nibbling on my lobe. I moaned, and at that moment, I was not acting; his grip tightened on my hips as I pressed myself back against him.
"Fuck, Lace, do you feel what you're doing to me right now?" His voice was an octave deeper than usual, and my stomach flipped as his large hand moved from my hip to just above my navel, making soft patterns on my skin. Gasping, I pushed myself into his hand, begging him to move up, my breasts so sensitive as the soft cotton ghosted over my bare nipples. "Shh, patience. I'll give you what you need when you need it."
Wolfe's hand completely skipped my breast and instead rose to grasp my chin gently. My lips parted as I felt him squeeze lightly. "Okay with this?" he whispered, his voice normal. I nodded enthusiastically, and I felt his lips form a smile as his free hand pinned my hips against him while the other held me gently around my throat, more for show than actual domination.
"Want me to touch your tits?" Wolfe breathed in my ear. My eyes were shut, so it was like the cameras weren't even there, and I was living out my ultimate fantasy while trying to keep my heart from skipping beats.
I just nodded, and Wolfe chuckled darkly, "Ask me politely. "
I had never been wetter in my entire life, his large hand pinning me against his obvious erection as his other one held my chin up, squeezing lightly just below my jaw.
"Please," I choked out, trying desperately to gain some sort of relief. A soft nip at the sensitive hollow of my throat and a whispered, "Good girl." That was all the warning I got as his hand that was pinning me to the front of him trailed up my shirt and traced the skin he found there, completely ignoring my nipples as I whimpered against him. Wolfe pulled up my shirt, baring me to the camera, and he breathed hard against me, whispering, "Fuck, look at your perfect tits."
This was acting. I knew it was acting, but fuck, was this the best thing that had ever happened to me? Maybe. He took my right breast in hand, kneading it softly before pinching my nipple between two fingers, rolling the pebbled nub as I writhed against him.
"Think you're wet enough for my fingers?" he panted, squeezing my nipple hard enough that I gasped.
"Yes, yes, please."
A shock of pleasure shot right to my core as Wolfe growled, "Say my name. Say, please." He was holding me tight against, tight enough that I could barely move.
"Wolfe. Please, Wolfe, touch me."
He let out a rumbling laugh as his fingers drifted down while the other one still held my throat in a gentle vice. I was panting at this point, and I could feel the beating of his heart behind me, almost matching mine in pace.
At this point, I had never been so aware of my body until he held me. Since the awkwardness of the first time was slowly melting away, all I felt was desire. The cameras weren't here; it was just Lace and Wolfe. I gasped audibly this time as he pushed his large hand into my panties, and he groaned at what he found there.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he groaned, his erection growing even larger against my backside. Swirling his forefinger in my arousal, he brought it to my clit, circling it slowly.
"Oh my god," I gasped, my head laying back against his broad chest, and my hips grated down on the pressure he was giving me.
"No god, just me and you here. He wouldn't want anything to do with this." And I wasn't religious in any way, shape, or form, but I might've seen heaven as he pushed two fingers into me, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.
And just as quickly as he had started, Wolfe withdrew, paused, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.
"Want to ride my face now?" he asked, his voice back to normal. I opened my eyes, seeing the cameras and blinking red lights, and I looked upwards in confusion.
"What?" I gasped incredulously.
"Do you want to ride my face, or do you want to cum here? Or if you're just faking it and ready to move on, you're doing a great job."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again, my desire still pooling so close that I could practically taste it. "Yeah, yeah, we can switch it up." I wasn't about to tell him I was seconds from coming with his fingers buried inside of me. I'd just let him think I'm a great actor, even as my thighs were trembling as he removed himself from my pussy. I nearly groaned with the loss of him but bit my lip and moved off his lap, touching my mask nervously to reassure myself it hadn't moved.
Wolfe tossed a water at me that I barely caught. I drank from it greedily as he took off his mask for a moment, curly dark hair damp from the oppressive mask—a dimple appearing on his face as he threw me a smile.
"Ready?" He asked lightly, tossing the empty bottle in the trashcan before placing the mask over his face again. The red lights were cascading off of his body, dipping into the crevice of his collarbone where sweat had begun to congregate, and he tilted his head when I realized I had been staring.
"Yeah! Let's do this," I agreed, and Wolfe clapped his hands together, rolling his shoulders as if warming up before lying down on the California king bed, looking perfectly relaxed with a pillow underneath his head.
"Oh hey, do you want to wear the POV camera for this one? It could be a set all by itself." Wolfe asked as he lifted himself on his elbows and gestured to the drawer next to him. I nodded before I could think about it because, as someone who was also an enthusiastic watcher of his videos, I knew what that would do for me if he uploaded that. He pulled out a small rig, very light, and rested it around my neck. A phone I didn't recognize was already attached to it.
Wolfe looked at me as he adjusted the phone, "Rule number one of hiding your identity: you don't post on your own device or use your own email. I don't want any of my metadata getting out there." I nodded because, honestly, I would have thought my VPN would have taken care of it, but obviously, I was wrong. As my identity was on the line, too, I was relieved to know he had thought of everything.
Wolfe flopped back down and then motioned to me, "You can leave your top on if you want, but go ahead and lose the panties." I swallowed hard as I pulled down my drenched underwear, tossing them to the side where I could retrieve them later.
"So I just…" I motioned awkwardly to his face, his mask already pulled up over his nose, giving me a glimpse of a smile.
"Yep," Wolfe replied, popping the p and motioning me toward him. On trembling legs I go to straddle his waist and pause, not really sure how to do this gracefully. Wolfe must have noticed my predicament because he grabbed my thighs and hauled me towards him until my core was just below his chin.
"Now, straddle my face. The device is hands-free, so you can use the headboard to balance." He took my hand in his and set it on said headboard before grabbing my asscheeks and hauling me closer to his mouth.
"Wait, wait, what if I crush you or suffocate you?" I asked in a rush, my anxiety getting the better of me. Dylan hadn't ever offered to do this, so I was going in blind. Not that I was going to tell that to Wolfe.
He rolled his amber eyes. "Trust me, you won't; I'm pretty good at this. If you're worried, I will tap your thigh, okay?" I nodded, and the laughing tone he’d had earlier fell away as he gripped the flesh of my ass, causing me to gasp.
"Now sit on my face like a good girl, and let me eat you out." I shuddered and allowed him to pull me up closer to his waiting mouth. I began watching through the camera, the angle and zoom where I could only see eyes and fingers as they dug into my thighs.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as he licked from my opening to my clit, his mouth devouring me. Oh god, I would be lasting an embarrassingly short amount of time. It was only a moment later that I threw my head back as his tongue circled my entrance and delved as deep as he could within me.
"Fuck, fuck I'm not going to last," I moaned and was rewarded with a nip to my inner thigh before he positioned his mouth once again at my core, this time lavishing my clit with attention as I writhed above him, legs trembling as I held on for dear life gripping that damned headboard.