19. Sebastian
Chapter 19
Sebastian
G eor—Lace's—arousal was dripping down my face as I pulled her down to sit completely against my mouth and tongue. I tried my best not to think about how I was never quite this…enthusiastic with Natalie. The way Lace was grinding against my tongue, the way I could feel her body vibrating as I circled her clit again. I didn't even care about the pain in my shoulder as I watched her. The way her mouth fell open, and her eyes squeezed shut while lights danced across her body, showering her in a red halo. I knew she wasn't going to last long, even when she gasped it above me. I could feel her core tightening as I held her hips in place, allowing her to roll her in pace with my mouth. Let her use me to chase whatever pleasure she could. And I was as hard as a rock. My erection hadn't flagged even once as I ate her out, tasting a mix of vanilla and honey as I nipped at her inner thigh to mix with the irresistible flavor that was all her.
"Wolfe!" She stuttered above me, her trembling thighs closing around me as she drew closer to her orgasm. I flicked my tongue over her clit again and again before circling it, wishing with everything that I could throw her on the bed and thrust myself into her wet pussy. But that's what boyfriends did, not collaborators that were fucking for money.
It took everything in me not to come in my pants as she opened her eyes to look down at me, past the camera attached to her, and came. I held her close to my mouth, working her through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible until she was shuddering above me.
Lace sat above me for a moment as if gathering her senses about her before hurriedly climbing off of me and collapsing on the bed beside me.
Pulling off my mask, I lay back with her and wiped her reluctantly from my face as I turned to look at her panting frame.
"Was it good for you?"
A laugh erupted from Georgia, and she slapped me across the chest as she caught her breath. "Yeah, yeah, it was alright, I guess."
I rolled my eyes before rising, adjusting myself in my boxers as I did. "Only alright, huh?"
Georgia huffed a laugh. "I'll have you know I'm an amazing actor."
I laughed, gazing at her with a sly expression. "Used to having to pretend to cum with your last boyfriend, Clark?" Her mouth dropped open, and before I knew it, one of my very expensive feather pillows was chucked at my face, barely missing me.
Clark rose off the bed, shouldering past me to the bathroom. "Bathroom break, and then I'm ready when you are." My stomach flipped, but I gave a stupid thumbs up as she shut the door, and I ran a hand down my face. Natalie wasn't big on giving oral—no big deal at all, but it just never happened. Except for that one time, but that was something else entirely. Mentally I braced myself to not blow my load as soon as Georgia got on her knees in front of me; my dick twitched just thinking about it.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, running into my private bathroom and quickly wiping myself down. I had worked up a sweat, and that's all I needed, to smell like sex and sweat during this scene.
Changing boxers hastily as I heard the door open, I hopped out of my bathroom, hoping I didn't look out of breath for the quick grooming I had just accomplished.
Clark picked at her thumbnail, something I realized she did a lot when nervous or stressed out. "So, how do you want to do this?" she asked, finally looking me in the eye like she hadn't just been riding my face less than twenty minutes ago. I grabbed my mask, thankful for the barrier, and I pulled it on to cover my expression.
"Where do you want me?" I asked, and she raised her eyebrows like that was supposed to be her question. I was the "pro" here, but my palms were sweating. She threw me a bone and looked around, pointing to the space at the foot of the bed.
"I should have enough room there!"
Yep, yes, okay, we're doing this. I stopped Lace, a.k.a. Georgia, as she went to kneel to give her a thick blanket. "To help with your knees," I piqued before turning to press record on the cameras before she could give me any kind of look with those doe eyes of hers. "Also, we didn't discuss how you want me to finish. Or I don't have to finish at all. I'm pretty good at pretending, myself."
She looked at me in disbelief. "You just gave me an amazing orgasm. I can return the favor. Besides, I honestly haven't done this a lot. I think coming on my chest would be hot, right?"
I mean, I wouldn't know because I nearly came at her words right then, almost doubling over at the twist in my groin as if my dick was enthusiastic about her response.
"Yeah, yeah, that works," I stuttered my reply, not meeting her eyes as she waited for me, kneeling on the blanket at the end of my bed.
Repositioning the ambient light to catch her kneeling, I placed myself in front of her, my erection no longer something either of us could ignore.
Clark raised an eyebrow. "Excited, Quinn?" I scoffed and grabbed my boxers, pulling them down and tossing them in the corner.
I saw her eyes widen for a moment before her jaw steeled like she was having a mental pep talk.
"We're recording, but take your timeeee—" My breath was stolen from me as she dragged her nails up my inner thighs, lightly tracing the skin in their path before coming to rest on my hips. Clark looked up at me, her eyes mischievous as she licked her lips; fuck, she was wearing lipstick. Why didn't I notice that before? For a moment, I was dumbfounded but cleared my throat, and with a free hand, I took her chin, lifting it so my cock brushed against her lips as she gasped.
"Lick those pretty little lips again," I demanded, Wolfe seeping out of me as my voice dropped and became him. Clark slowly opened her mouth and traced her plump lips with her pink tongue, and I couldn't hide how my breathing increased as she did so.
"Now open your mouth like a good girl and take my dick," I growled, already feeling like I was about to cum just by the gentle, warm breath on the head. Before I could react, her tongue darted out, licking the tip of my cock like ice cream. I held her chin there again; her mouth was open, ready to take me as I moved my thumb instead to ghost over her red lips.
"I'm going to ruin that pretty lipstick, sweetheart." Using my thumb, I wiped hard at the corner to smear it slightly, creating a blurred edge. But Clark smiled up at me, taking my dick in hand and lightly tracing the vein underneath with her devilish tongue and causing my thoughts to go right out the door.
"I don't think I can take all of you, just so you know," she whispered, pumping my cock a few times with her spit-soaked palm.
"Take whatever you want," I replied, only realizing how pathetic that sounded after it was spoken but she nodded, taking for how it was intended.
It wasn't long before her brown ponytail was bobbing on my erection, spit dribbling out of the corners of her mouth as she went deeper.
"Can I try something?" I asked when she pulled off. Clark looked at me with narrowed eyes but nodded. "Have you tried face fucking?"
She sucked on her teeth before replying. "Once, it was a little rough for me," Clark admitted. "But I wasn't told how it was supposed to go, so it was kind of the blind leading the blind."
I swallowed hard, my business brain knowing the "talk her through it" women on my platform would be foaming at the mouth at this, but the amphibious brain told me I wanted this, too. And not just for business.
"I can talk you through it. It's a hit with the platform. The subscribers love the dirty talk aspect." When she looked unsure, I continued, "But what you're doing now is absolutely awesome, 10/10 stars, so whatever you are comfortable with." Something passed over her face before she nodded. "Yeah, I'll just tap your leg or whatever if it gets too much."
Shaking my head, I took her chin in my hand again, forcing her to look up at me. "I'm not going to get too rough unless you want it." I saw a shiver pass through her, and dropping my voice again, I looked down at her, tilting my head to the side as if appraising her.
"Open your mouth for me." My cock jumped as she obeyed. "Stick out your tongue." Slowly, she complied. Fuck, I wanted to screenshot this moment and plaster it all over my wall.
But instead, I carefully guided the head of my cock onto her waiting tongue, just barely inside her mouth. "Suck." I watched in fascination as she hollowed her cheeks, her tongue swirling over my head. I let her set her pace, counting backward from ten in my head so I wouldn't cum right then and there with her lace-covered eyes looking up at me.
Slowly, I placed my hand behind her head while my other one stroked the bottom of her jaw. "I'm going to start thrusting into that hot mouth of yours, alright?" She moaned in acknowledgment, and I swore I saw stars for a moment. "You stay there, and I'll come to you." I placed her hands on my hips so she could steady herself as I gently withdrew from her mouth and slowly guided myself back in, feeling her tongue dragging along the underside of my dick as I did so. I sped up slightly, watching her face as I pushed myself back into her mouth, only to withdraw again.
The hand that was on her head went to her ponytail, and I wrapped it around my fist, and fuck did it look good that way. I dropped my gaze to see her eyes open and look up at me; I think she knew I was asking a question because she moaned around my cock, and I tightened my hold on her ponytail and began thrusting in earnest.
Clark's fingernails were digging crescent-shaped moons into the globes of my ass as she tried to pull me closer, and I fucking loved it.
I felt the familiar sensation and tapped her hand in a warning, but instead of drawing back, Clark began to suck harder as if trying to take my soul from my body. And goddamn, if I wouldn't have let her at that moment. I let her bob up and down while my hand stayed wrapped in her hair, urging her on until I couldn't wait any longer.
"Let me come on your tits, Lace," I barely had time to growl the words before I was spilling all over her freckled skin, my completion trailing down her breasts and rolling down her stomach. I was panting with the force of my orgasm, my hearing fuzzy as I gripped my cock in one hand and her ponytail in the other.
I slowly came to, immediately dropping her hair, worried that I had pulled too hard.
"Fuck," I exclaimed and moved back to lean against the wall. Clark was on her feet and making her way to the washroom while I reacquainted myself with this plane of existence.
"Was it good for you?" I heard as I felt a hand towel hit my chest; grinning, I caught the towel before it hit the floor and carefully wiped off any evidence of the very thorough blowjob.
"Jesus, Clark, you sucked the soul from my body," I admitted, pulling off my mask and tossing it next to my boxers in the corner.
I rolled my shoulder; what began with a twinge began to bloom into an all-encompassing ache. I knew I’d lifted too heavy yesterday and hadn’t warmed up enough.
She came out from the bathroom, her chest wiped clean, and her smile melted as she caught the obviously uncomfortable look on my face.
"Shoulder again?" Georgia asked, tossing a hand towel into the basket and pulling on her thick sweatpants from her bag.
I hummed in confirmation but quickly shook it off, trying to act professional, and grabbed my discarded briefs and pulled a shirt over my head.
"Yeah, so I'll send you the link to the video before I post it. I'll be posting very PG teasers on the socials and running some ads. You cool with that?" I was sinking back into business mode with post-nut clarity kicking in and having me run through the keywords I could use to reach new potential viewers: bangs, natural breasts, freckles. She did have a lot of freckles and it was slightly adorable. For my viewers, I mean; I thought they would appreciate her girl-next-door appeal.
"Yeah, I definitely am." She was eyeing me carefully as I began putting away the equipment. The way she darted out of here the first time, I really thought she would be eager to leave. "Can I help? With the shoulder, I mean?"
I paused, placing the SD cards into a case so I could keep them organized before editing. "I can pop an ibuprofen; I'll be fine, Clark." I smiled but was holding back on rotating the joint again, just to get it to loosen up a bit.
Clark blushed, nodding, and started to put her things in her bag before she paused and said, "I have lidocaine; it's extra strength. My grandmother used it a lot, and I still have some. It really helps with sore muscles. I used it a lot when I pulled a muscle a few months ago."
The throbbing began to run up the base of my neck, which I was sure would become a killer migraine if I didn't treat it soon; I carried all of my tension in my shoulders, my physical therapist had told me. I must have paused for a moment because Clark seemed to take it as a sign.
"Cool, I'll be right back."
I opened my mouth to argue, but she was quick, out my door in bare feet and smeared lipstick before I could get a word in edgewise. My bedside drawer always had over-the-counter painkillers available since this was a usual occurrence, so I popped two and followed up with a water bottle. The little dick-sucking aficionado didn't even bother to knock this time, just waltzing in with a tube of apparent lidocaine in her hand.
"Take off your shirt," she instructed while twisting the cap off the tube.
I scoffed, "Wow, should I put the cameras back up?" I winked as I threw my shirt off while Clark only rolled her eyes as she rubbed a good amount of the gel into her hands to warm it up. Considerate.
"I can put it on myself," I argued, even knowing that the pain radiated far beyond my flexibility. Georgia pretended she didn't hear me and climbed on my bed, gesturing for me to lie down. I froze for a moment, my heart skipping at her request.
Clark shook her head. "I literally just had your dick in my mouth. I promise I won't get handsy." I couldn't stop a soft laugh from nervously breaking free as I did as she requested.
"Damn, Clark, you speak to your grandmother with that mouth?" It was silent as I lay down on my stomach, arms above my head underneath my pillow. It was hard not to tense up at the first soft touch of her hands on my shoulder. Swallowing hard, I decided talking was the best way to not have an erection right now. "How is your grandmother anyway?"
Clark was quiet above me for a moment, her fingers kneading gently into my shoulder before moving down my back to my rhomboid muscles. The smell of medicated ointment filled the room with a minty scent, and I felt it melting into my skin as she massaged it in.
"She was diagnosed with dementia. I did what I could for her here, but one night, I found the front door open. She had wandered outside and didn't remember a thing in the morning." Silence fell again, not awkward but mildly comfortable. "I pay for her care, and it's expensive."
"Sorry to hear that," I whispered genuinely, nearly moaning as she palpated a tender spot near my rotator cuff.Shit, so that was why she had been working so much.
"What about your family?" countered Clark, her voice soft and melodic as she worked. She moved to the back of my neck now, and I could've died right then and there as her fingers began loosening the knots that had built up over time from stress.
"My dad was a con man, ditched my mother, sister, and me. Charles is my grandfather," I hissed a bit as she pressed her knuckles into a knot, holding it for a moment before it evaporated under her touch. "He's a piece of shit, to be honest. Just another rich guy doing rich guy shit."
She seemed to consider my revelation as she moved back to my shoulder, still rubbing the ointment into the muscles, not probing but simply working it into my skin. God, it felt so good to be touched like this, with no promises of anything, no cameras or faking moans while I jacked off when, realistically, I was thinking about what I was doing for dinner that night and not on the thousands of viewers watching me.
"Why do you work for him then?" she asked softly, not judgmental but merely curious. I considered what to tell her. Here she was, sitting on my bed and rubbing ointment into my bad shoulder after she had just given me a mind-blowing orgasm. Clark could handle the truth; if anything, she was one of the ones I could trust. I mean, we even had paperwork on it.
Though, in the back of my mind I knew that I had come to trust her without the paperwork involved. I wasn't sure when that had happened.
Clearing my throat, I replied with the truth. "Charles raised my sister and me after our mom died, paid our way into Perrington, my college, and basic expenses. He has made it very clear that I was a financial investment and nothing more and that he expects a return on said investment. I work at his company and help with account management and real estate details for the agents. The salary there pays for the money I owe him for my college years." I paused; the soothing circles she was rubbing into my back were making me feel pliant. "So this gig gives me the income to invest in and save for my future, a future I don't want him in. And I made enough that I made an account for my sister, which I'll give her when she turns eighteen. She'll never have to deal with him again."
A hush fell over us again and even with me spilling the family secrets, I didn't feel anxious about it. My eyes were drooping, and I was fighting the seductive whisper of sleep; I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this relaxed. Just as my eyes drooped, I felt her move off the bed and pad into the washroom to rinse her hands. The space she vacated felt cold and empty, and I struggled to raise myself when sleep threatened to pull me down.
The way her fingers had danced over my skin was like nothing I had ever felt before; I knew it was supposed to be healing or clinical or whatever, but I had never felt so cared for. She had looked, really looked and saw my discomfort, and instead of brushing it off, Georgia took care of me. She wanted to. I swallowed hard, and even in the haze of my relaxation and sleepiness, something fluttered in my stomach.
"You're exhausted, and it's late," she whispered, walking out of the bathroom softly and taking her bags. "Go to sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow."
I collapsed back down on the bed, the ointment feeling warm as it soaked into the painful knots and joints. "Thanks, Georgia," I mumbled sleepily.
There was silence, and I think she said, "No worries," but I had already reached the edge of unconsciousness. There was something that pulled at me, wishing I’d been able to grab her and pull her against me.
But that wasn’t our plan. It was not in our contract.
My room was plunged into darkness as she switched off the ambient lights, and I heard the click of my front door. And Georgia was gone.