15. Chapter 15
15
Miles
We’ve already worked together once. Honey didn’t seem angry when we spoke on the phone Friday. I really shouldn’t be nervous to see her again, but I very much am.
I raise my hand to ring the doorbell and hear it echo through the apartment.
“Hey, Lance.” Honey’s voice is light and airy when she pulls open the door to let me inside.
“Thanks for giving me another chance.” I repeat my words from Friday, but Honey just smiles and nods, closing the door behind me.
“Well you said yes to a scene I’ve really been wanting to do,” she says with a giggle.
I recall how excited she was when I agreed to her idea.
“Anything to put a smile on that face,” I reply, almost without thinking.
“I thought we’d work in here today,” she says, opening the door right beside the one I just walked through. It swings out to reveal the garage, which has been transformed into a second studio space.
Against the far wall is a set of bookshelves. The individual shelves are mostly empty except for a handful of books and some decorations. In front of the shelves is a long, light gray couch, and off in the corner is a circular wooden table with two chairs on either side. Along the wall next to me are a couple of studio lights. Some natural light comes in from the tiny row of windows along the top of the garage door, but it’s obvious that more would be needed .
“Wow, I don’t know that I’ve seen someone use a garage this way,” I muse while Honey closes the door behind us.
“Yeah, my roommate and I wanted to make sure there were two spaces in case we both needed to film or do a live show at the same time.”
“Good thinking. So, this scene,” which already has my blood pumping just thinking about it, “is there anything you want to discuss first?”
“Safe words?” She looks uncertain and I wonder if she’s done this before–filmed a scene in which safe words might be necessary or even had a discussion about them. I doubt we'll need to worry for this one, but it's good to be ready.
“Cucumber,” I reply with a smirk. “If I need a hand signal I’ll tap your shoulder or hip with two fingers.”
“Traffic light system for me,” says Honey. “And the two-finger tap.”
We angle the tripods toward the couch and I take a seat on one side, ready to play the part of the adoring boyfriend. Honey starts the recordings and closes the door at the back of the garage. She stomps into the shot, looking frustrated.
“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” I ask, frowning when she flops down a few inches away.
“It’s that stupid bitch, Courtney,” she mutters.
“That bad, huh? When’s she going to be fired?”
Honey just sighs, her arms crossed. I reach out and slide my hand over her thigh with a sly smile. She matches my grin, slipping from the couch and getting on her knees, her hands gripping my thighs.
“I think I know something that’ll make me feel better,” she says softly.
My mouth is dry as she undoes my buckle, then the button and zipper of my jeans. I keep my hands beside me while she slips her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them down. I was already half hard for her before we even started, but watching her undress me like this has me straining against the thin fabric.
When Honey takes me into her hands, she swallows, looking up at me through her lashes. Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her lips and I don’t even try to stop the moan that the sight pulls from my throat.
“You think my dick in that pretty little mouth is gonna make you feel better?” I ask, reaching forward to grip her chin. She nods. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Nothing can tear my focus from Honey as she leans forward, eyes still on mine. Her lips part, but all she does first is kiss my leaking tip like I’m not dying to feel her mouth around me. I fight the urge to buck my hips as she grips the base of my cock and leans down before swiping her tongue all the way up the underside.
“You taste so good,” Honey moans.
She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out again, lightly slapping my cock against it and earning another moan from me. When she takes me into her mouth, it’s all I can do not to explode right then and there. I close my eyes and lean my head back while she hollows out her cheeks. She pulls me from her mouth and spits, allowing her hand to glide easily up and down my length following the movements of her mouth.
My hand sinks into her hair and I begin to take control, pushing her head down a little further with each bob. When I look down at her again, her eyes are closed, but she’s only taking me about halfway into her mouth. That won’t do.
I growl and pull her head down, feeling her throat stretch while she chokes. I don’t keep her there long, letting her remove me entirely from her mouth. When her head lifts, there’s saliva dripping down her chin and I lean forward to kiss her. I taste the slightest hint of my saltiness in her mouth when my tongue explores her. Her eyes are closed when I pull back and relax against the couch again.
“You’re not done,” I growl.
Honey grins and returns to work, sucking and forcing herself to deepthroat me. My breathing comes in faster with each constriction of her throat and I have to pull her off me.
“I think,” I pant, “it’s your turn to take control.”
Honey grins, raising an eyebrow, and when she speaks, her voice is lower, velvety smooth.
“So you want to be a good boy?” she asks. I nod enthusiastically. “You want to make me happy?” I nod again, and she stands to allow me to take her place.
“Yes, ma’am.”
She moves between me and the couch but doesn’t sit. Instead, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her bike shorts.
“You want to make me feel good?” she asks, slowly pulling down, revealing herself.
My mouth waters and I nod. When her shorts are around her ankles, Honey kicks them off and then pulls off her shirt in one smooth motion. Without allowing me to fully appreciate her tits, she turns to kneel on the couch, facing away from me.
“Show me,” she orders. “Use your mouth and make me feel better than I did when I got home. ”
“Fuck,” I breathe, the sight of her making my cock ache to be inside her.
I crawl forward until I can kiss the backs of her thighs, then trail up to her ass. My throbbing erection is still hanging from my pants and I can smell her arousal. I inhale deeply through my nose and sigh, salivating. When I press my tongue to her clit and lick upward, I don’t stop until my tongue reaches her puckered asshole. Honey moans in front of me.
“Good boy.”
I like praise. I’ve known that for a while, but the words from Honey’s lips have me dying to sink my cock into her. I shove my face into her pussy, devouring, lapping at her. Honey reaches back and grabs my hair tightly, trying to pull me further forward. My nose is practically in her ass when I slip my tongue inside her and she gasps.
I want to make her come on my tongue. I use it to swirl around her clit, not stopping even when her hips try to pull away. My arms wrap around her thighs, pulling her back toward me so I can torture her more. She whines my name, wiggling her hips as much as she can while I hold her. I want desperately to talk to her. I want to praise her like I did before, but I worry if I stop, she’ll lose the momentum. I won’t be the reason her orgasm eludes her.
I continue my attack until she cries out in beautiful agony, her back arching, pussy gushing and soaking my face. Without stopping, I wonder in the back of my mind if she can squirt. I’ll have to try to find out next time.
When her orgasm subsides, I pull away from her, trying to catch my breath. She turns to grin at me.
“What are you waiting for?” Honey asks with a grin. “Be a good boy and fuck me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I’m on my feet in seconds, practically tripping in my haste to pull off my jeans. I don’t want anything in the way. I grab her hips, burying myself in a single thrust. Honey cries out again, her head thrown back while I begin a punishing rhythm. The sound of her wet pussy taking every inch of me fills the studio, loud and wet and lewd. If I wasn’t rock hard already, I surely would be just by listening to those sounds.
“Oh, god, Honey,” I grunt, my release closer than I want it to be already. “Use me,” I beg. “Fucking use my cock.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” she pants. “If you stop, I’ll have to punish you.”
“Maybe I want that,” I retort, continuing to piston into her .
She can’t keep up the banter, moaning when I sink my hand into her hair and pull her head back slightly.
“Good boy,” is all she can whimper. “My good boy.”
Fuck .
“Yes,” I moan, my voice rising. “I’m your good boy.”
I’ve been hers from day one. Hers from the first time I saw her, standing there in the doorway. She may look like the girl next door, but the woman is a fucking demon–respectfully.
Honey pushes herself back into me with each of my thrusts, meeting the movements in a way that has me near the edge. It’s too soon. I can’t finish already.
“Wait,” I whimper. I slow my movements, but Honey doesn’t let up. “Please, Honey.”
“You begged me to use you,” she reminds me fucking herself on my cock. “You wanted to be my good boy.”
“Fuck.” My voice has risen in pitch, my breathing ragged. I’m desperate, holding on by a thin thread.
Baseball.
Grandma.
The feeling when your Uber is way more expensive than it should be after a concert.
“You don’t get to come until I’ve gotten what I want.” Honey’s voice is husky, deep, commanding.
“What-” I swallow. “What do you want?” I know the answer, but I can’t think straight.
Football.
Broadway musicals.
That pothos plant in the kitchen I somehow killed. What idiot can kill a pothos plant?
“I want you to make me scream.”
Leaning forward, I roll my hips into her. I reach around, my chest pressed against her back, and my fingers just barely brush her clit. I continue to play, my cock deep inside her. A high-pitched whimper escapes her, but I can’t focus on that, still trying to hold my own release back. My lips trail kisses over her shoulder and up to her neck. When I pull her soft earlobe into my mouth and bite down gently, Honey shudders. Her walls spasm, fluttering around my length. Honey’s head falls to the couch while she emits moans like I’ve never heard. Deep and guttural, I don’t know if this means it’s more intense or less, but I talk her through it .
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Fucking use me. Come all over this cock, Honey. Take what you want, I’m yours.”
Honey hangs her head as her body relaxes.
“Sit on the couch,” she orders. Her breathing is heavy, her voice weak, but the excitement for what comes next is unmistakable.
Pulling myself from her now feels illegal, but I follow her command. Before getting into position, Honey moves the tripod that was behind us so it can get a side view. The tripod on the other side of the couch has just enough height to capture what we need.
Honey kneels before me and that grin on her full, swollen lips makes me shudder. I’m going to hate this.
“Who knew you were so good at this.” She reaches for my aching cock.
“And what is this ?” I ask. It’s hard to focus on her words when her fingers find me, using her arousal as lube.
“Being used,” she replies, “being a good boy.”
Her words send another jolt through me.
“Please. Please let me come now.” I squeeze my eyes shut at the same time Honey’s fingers tighten around my cock. “Please.”
“I like hearing you beg.” She lets go and I whimper, letting my head fall back on the couch. Honey traces one finger up my thigh. “I like hearing you desperate.”
“Damn it, woman,” I growl, trying to reach for her hand to bring it to where I need her touch the most. Honey bats my hand away and my head snaps up, eyes on her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she scolds. “Hands beneath your ass. I don’t want you reaching for things you shouldn’t.”
I glare, but do as she says, rocking on the couch cushion to shove my hands beneath my bare ass. Honey grabs a bottle of lube from the floor and squeezes some into her hands to warm it up. When her fingers brush my cock again, I moan.
“Is this what you want?” she asks.
“I want your mouth.”
“But how can I fully appreciate you begging me for relief if I do that?”
Honey’s fingers encircle my cock, almost touching around the girth, and I buck my hips. My fingers slip as my arms twitch, but I don’t move them from beneath me. Her grip tightens as she works me from base to tip. My stomach tenses and I feel my balls draw upward, so close to that release I’ve been seeking.
“Please.” I can’t stop whining and whimpering. “I’ll be your good boy. Please, please, please.” The repeated word continues to tumble from my lips. “Please, I need to come.”
“You belong to me.” It’s her character, but I wonder if she knows how right she is. “Do you hear me? You belong to me.”
“Yes,” I agree, nodding quickly. “Yes, I belong to you. Please, Honey.” Honey’s movements are still slow and I groan when she refuses to speed up, trying to move my hips faster. Honey’s hand disappears and I grunt in frustration. “No, please.”
“I’m in control here, Lance,” she warns.
“Yes, you’re in control. Please, touch me. Please, I need to come.”
“You need to come?” She mimics me, reaching out once more.
“Yes, please. I belong to you. It’s all for you. I’m your good boy and my cum belongs to you.” What the fuck am I saying? This wasn’t planned.
“All for me?” Honey asks, slowly stroking me once more.
“Yes, all of me.” I need her to speed up. Does she want a different answer? “My cum is yours, my cock is yours, please.”
“Good boy.”
Honey renews her efforts and I continue to whimper, begging for release. I don’t know what I’m saying as she focuses on my tip. One swipe in particular has me thrusting my hips forward and I let loose. Honey angles my cock toward me and I shoot warm, sticky ropes up my stomach while she continues to work me. I groan, twitching in her hands, trying to control my breathing.
When no more can be wrung from me, I allow myself to lean down and kiss her then pull back quickly so we don’t get into the same dangerous territory as before. Honey sits back on her heels.
“Are you ok?” I ask.
“Yeah, that was amazing.” She stands and stops one phone’s recording while I balance on unsteady legs to stop the other. “Can you hand me that pack of wipes?” She points to the little table by my backpack.
I hand her the wipes sitting on top and grab one for myself before I quickly find my pants and slip them on.
“Good, I wasn’t sure if that worked for you.” I hate that she didn’t get to come more than once.
“Oh no, I had fun. ”
When I finish fastening my belt buckle, I stare at her, biting my lip. Honey grabs her top and slips it on before looking for her shorts. Once they’re in hand, she stands but doesn't put them on. She meets my gaze and cocks her head.
“Are you ok?” She raises one eyebrow.
“Iwannatakeyououtonadate.” There’s absolutely no break between my words and there’s definitely no way she understood what I said.
“‘Scuse me?” Honey asks with a smile. It’s a kind smile, an amused smile.
I take a breath and try again.
“I’d like to take you out on a date.” I try to pronounce each word individually, speaking slowly. “If you’re open to that.”
Her eyes are wide. Is that shock on her face? Is it anger? No, it can’t be anger. I need her to reply, to put me out of my misery.
“Lance, I-”
“Miles,” I correct. “If you’re going to turn me down, at least use my real name.”
Honey smiles at me. It’s small at first, just barely playing on her full lips, but then it spreads.
“Is this because you’ve had so much fun with me or do you actually want to date?”
I understand her question. A lot of men like me would probably ask for a date, intending to just become fuck buddies off-camera. But that’s not me.
“Honey-”
“Sophie.”
I smile and sit on the couch. She slips into her shorts and joins me, facing sideways to look properly into my eyes.
“Sophie, I’ve seen you on social media. I’ve seen your TikToks and your silly responses on Twitter. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re quick, you’re kind. I know how hard it is to be authentic, but you make it look easy. I want to get to know you better.”
How do I explain that I feel as if I’m being pulled toward her? That she is the sun and I am a planet caught in her orbit, basking in her glow?
First a flower, now a planet. Who have I become? Fucking Shakespeare?
Sophie studies me. It feels like hours, but she likely only takes seconds. Her eyes roam my face as if looking for a sign that I’m lying, that I might hurt her. I don’t intend to do any such thing.
“I haven’t been in a relationship with someone in the industry.” It’s not an answer. It’s a test.
“I have,” I admit. “It didn’t end well.”
“What makes you think this would be any different?”
The reply tumbles out before I can think.
“You.” I swallow hard.
“What if this ends badly? Messy?”
“Do you think it will?” I’m avoiding the question. I don’t want to think about an end to my time with her.
“I can’t tell the future.” She continues to study me. “I don’t-” She stops and frowns as if trying to find the words.
“It’s ok if-”
“No, I want to say yes.” Sophie holds up a hand to stop me from talking, but all I hear is the last word. My heart leaps. “I’ve been on a couple dates with someone else,” she explains. “And I like him. But we haven’t- I mean, we haven’t discussed-”
“You’re not exclusive.” I hate that word, but Sophie nods. “I won’t ask you to stop seeing him as long as you’re upfront if something changes, either with him or me.”
More silence. I hate the silence. I hate not knowing what she’s thinking. I hate the fact that someone beat me to the punch, but I’m determined to win her over.
“Then yes.”