14. Caught In 4K
FOURTEEN
TATUM
I hear her feet pad down the hall, each footstep seeming more eager than the first.
I don’t know what possessed me to invite her in now— to tell her all my secrets— but I hurry to do so before I lose my wits.
Lylah stands in the doorframe, gazing at where I sit on the bed, unsure of me, or maybe the situation in itself.
“Come in.” My hand pats the bed next to me, where she easily climbs on top of the plush surface, sinking in slightly.
“I wanted to talk to you…about what I do.”
“Oh…” She lo oks away.
“I know you know, Bubbles. It’s okay.”
Her cheeks go red, even through the full-coverage foundation she wears. The beautiful blush creeps down her cheeks and spreads to her neck. It’s sinful the way I stare at her.
“I’m in the sex work industry. I’m not ashamed of it. It’s yet another reason why I’m so picky about who cares for Josie. We need someone who’s comfortable with every part of our life, and who values our privacy. I think that’s you, isn’t it?”
“Of course. I would never do anything to put Josie in harm's way, or you, for that matter.” She adds that last part quickly, and I’ll be damned if I don’t find the nervous, mumbling girl to be the cutest version of herself.
“I don’t know how to ask this, and you’re more than welcome to say no?—”
“Yes,” Lylah cuts off my words.
“I didn’t even ask the question yet, babe.” Her excitement makes me laugh, her face completely serious. There’s nothing but determination in her gaze while I brush a dark strand of her hair behind her ear.
“You don’t need to. You said it yourself; I already know what you do, so you should know that I’m the one who sent the request.” Her honesty shocks the hell out of me, and now I don’t know which one of us here has been gathering their nerves all day.
“I still want to formally ask you.” I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Lylah, would you like to film with me?”
“Again, yes.” She rolls her eyes, but her smile extends from ear to ear.
I know I shouldn’t involve romance, shouldn’t let any of the feelings that are forming come out, but I can’t help it.
I can’t help it when my lips crash into hers, or when our tongues begin sliding together inside of her mouth.
I can’t help it when she straddles my lap and my fingers lace through her silky hair to grip it tight, but I have to stop this.
I question her, trying to read her emotions about this whole situation. “Now?”
“Now,” she says on a sigh.
Fuck. I have to get up and set the tripod and hope it doesn’t ruin any of the natural chemistry building between us.
“Should we put on something, I don’t know, more visually exciting?” Her anxieties bleed into each word.
“I want you exactly how you are. Fuck the camera. Maybe we’ll keep this video for ourselves, hm?” I tease her. “Plus, I edit everything before anyone sees it. If there’s something you don’t like about it, it can be edited out, okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Kissing her may not be the right answer, but it feels like exactly that when she sighs into my mouth.
Lylah’s beautiful body melts into my hands as she resumes her position, straddling my lap.
She breaks the kiss again to speak. “This one’s about you.
I’m sure your fans would love to see someone else take care of you for once.
Though, we all know how beautifully you fuck yourself.
” Another peck against my greedy lips. “You’ll let me fuck you for the camera, won’t you, Mommy? ”
A tingle shoots to my clit, and I can’t help but clench my thighs.
“If you’re going to fuck me at all, you’d better fuck me right. No games, Bubbles. I’d hate to have to top you from the bottom.”
“So bossy.” Her lips trace the column of my throat as she works her mouth down my chest. As soon as my shirt is gone, she doesn’t hesitate to pull a nipple into her mouth. With her eyes boring into mine, she swirls her tongue around the pink peak before sucking it hard.
“Fuck, Bubbles!” As animated as it sounds, each word of praise, each signal that she’s doing well seems to add a twinkle to her crystal-clear green eyes.
Unfortunately for me, she doesn’t stop at my nipples.
Her hands keep going until she’s pulling my athletic shorts down my thighs, torturously slow.
“My mouth is fucking watering,” she whispers at the first glance of my bare pussy. “Do you want me to taste you, Tatum? Will you use my tongue to get off?”
“Yes, baby girl, give me your tongue.” It’s greedy of me to want to use her for my own pleasure. I look down at her face between my legs, watching her spread my wetness and begin lapping at my clit. Though, I can’t look away when her eyes meet mine.
When her tongue flattens and caresses my clit, assaulting it with each stroke, I begin to come undone for her. My arousal seeps out of me against her face, but she doesn’t stop. She’s ripping my soul from my core again, and again.
On all fours, her skirt rides up her ass that’s straight up in the air toward the camera.
It doesn’t take much to lean forward and pull the skirt up her back, exposing the lacy—green, of course—thong nestled between her cheeks.
I give the right cheek a light smack before lying back and watching the redness spread sinfully.
Lylah strokes the soft spot inside of me that no one but myself has played with in too long. “Lylah, don’t,” I beg. “I haven’t laid anything protective down; I’ll soak the mattress,” I urge her, but she doesn’t stop.
“Then do it.” She pushes against it, coaxing my G-spot to give her exactly what she wants, and the traitorous bastard does.
I squirt hard for her, but she doesn’t miss a second of licking me, even when I know she’s continuously taking my juices into her mouth.
God, this woman isn’t afraid of a single bodily fluid, and it turns me on more.
Her devilish eyes gleam with pride as she sucks the liquid from her lips.
Me from her lips.
“Let’s explore some toys, shall we?”
Fuck, the animal between my legs roars back to life at the thought of her strapping me right this moment.