19. Chapter 19
19
Miles
Topher Star’s apartment is about as nice as any I’ve been in, especially for a content trade. I’ve experienced gorgeous sets for larger productions, but for a simple collaboration, this takes the cake.
I run a hand over my face as I sink into his couch with a groan.
“Sore?” Topher laughs at me from the kitchen. I don’t really need aftercare for tame scenes like the one we just filmed, but he insists on feeding me.
“I’ll be ok.” I reach for the bottle of water on the coffee table and feel some of the lube still slick on my ass cheeks. It’s going to take a long shower to get everything off–and out–of me.
“Good.” Topher nods and reaches into the fridge for the huge bowl of what he calls cowboy caviar–a midwestern name for corn salsa. “Next time, we’ll have to switch it up. I think the viewers are getting bored seeing you bottom so much.”
“We both know that’s not true.” I smirk, watching him over the bottle as I take a sip.
Topher joins me on the couch with individual bowls of salsa and a bag of lightly salted tortilla chips. We’re both fully clothed in his chilly apartment. I’ve even drawn a blanket over my legs.
“Anything new with you?” asks Topher. His blue eyes take me in, studying me. If he sees anything different about my demeanor, he doesn’t mention it. “I’ve been talking to some production companies. You’re always the first name I recommend. ”
“I’ve been told.” I moan when I take a bite off the chip in my hand. The salsa is spicy, but not so much that I can’t handle eating an entire bowl like it’s a meal. The red onion is strong, but that’s the way I like it. It’s a good thing this is a post -shoot snack. “Thanks again, man. I really appreciate it. Some of the companies I’ve worked with have been really amazing.”
“If you sucked, I wouldn’t be giving your name to everyone I work with.” He waves a hand at me before chowing down on his own chip and salsa combo.
“I do suck.” It’s a stupid joke, but I’m never going to pass it up.
“You know what I mean,” Topher says through a mouthful of food and rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, but I appreciate it. Really. It’s hard to find someone you can just vibe with, you know?” I bite into another chip, staring down at the bowl.
“Working with anyone new lately?” He pauses. “Oh, I saw that selfie with… what’s her name?” He frowns, trying to think.
“Honey Dee Vine?” I ask. She’s the only new partner I’ve had outside of industry events or pro shoots in several months.
“That’s it!” He points at me with a chip. “Yeah, how’s she to work with?”
“She’s great.” She’s fucking amazing. “Super fun, very easy to work with. Professional, too.”
“She’s gorgeous. I haven’t worked with a woman in a while. Do you think she’d do a threeway with you and me?”
“Funny you should mention that.” I grin. “She literally just told me the other day that an MMF threeway is on her bucket list. We’ll have to make that happen.”
“If you think she’d be up for it, feel free to ask. I’ll make time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply with a nod, wondering if I should divulge the other bit of information about her. “Have you ever dated anyone in the industry?”
“A couple people, yeah. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it’s awful. Depends more on the person, you know? Why? You thinking this latest collab might be something more?”
“I, er,” I rub my eyebrow with a thumb, looking away. “We actually already went on a date.”
“Shit, man. That’s good, right?” He turns a little more toward me, his food forgotten. “Or isn’t it? I can’t read that expression.”
“No, it’s good. She’s,” I groan, “amazing. But how do you keep that kind of thing separate? ”
“You’ve dated other creators before, right? How did you work things out then?”
“I don’t think I should use previous experience.”
“Maybe not.” Topher shakes his head, then takes a deep breath. “Well, clearly I’m not amazing at dating in general. I’m still single, but my advice is to just talk about it with her. Figure out what each of you can and can’t accept someone doing. Rules about working with other people, communication. All that good stuff.”
“Good advice.” I nod, absently. “I guess I just want her to know I want more than sex. I’m worried that she might think it’s all I care about.”
“Definitely a good thing to worry about. I’m afraid I’m not much help there. Hypersexual idiot here.” He raises his hand sheepishly and I chuckle. “I’m all about sex on the first, second, third, fiftieth date.”
“We didn’t fuck after the first date.”
“That’s good. Leave her wanting more.”
I throw my head back and groan.
“I almost want to stop working together until we- until I can-” I’m not sure how to finish the thought.
“Well I don’t know why you’re talking to me and not her.” He shrugs and returns to his snack.
“Super helpful, thanks, man.”
I have to edit today. I’ve been putting off cutting new footage together from the last couple of weeks, unable to focus. Motivated by my phone nearly vibrating its way off my desk with responses to my latest post, I plant my ass in front of my computer and pull up some footage from a scene with a local couple from two weeks ago.
In the video, the boyfriend and I used his girlfriend like a toy. It was incredible and I know it’ll sell well. As I edit, cutting out discussions about changing positions or the time the woman needed us to pause for a moment, the urge to stroke myself becomes impossible to resist.
I work through the footage, working my cock at the same time. I fucking love this job.
My phone buzzes again with a single notification and I smile. A certain adult actress has commented on my post about editing a new clip.
She ends her message with a GIF of a woman fanning herself.
I grin and like the message, then return to editing.
It takes three hours to finish the video which ends up being nearly an hour in length. I add my opener to the beginning, my logo as a watermark in the corner, and then export the final product to my external hard drive for safe keeping. Next, I create a thirty-second teaser.
Once the teaser and final video are finished, I set about the tedious task of uploading the video to all of my pages for publication at the beginning of October. Nothing like a slow upload to a clip site to make my dick soft. I don’t understand how it takes some sites forever and others just a minute or two to upload a video. Get it together, people . On top of that, they have the audacity to take 20-40% from the content creators that use them.
Fucking thieves .
After Topher and I talked yesterday, I feel even more confused about how to proceed with Sophie. But she asked me to come over to film this afternoon and I’m not about to pass up a chance to have her to myself.
She opens the door before I can knock and I smirk.
“Couldn’t wait to see me, hm?”
“Well, we’ve got work to do.” Her amber eyes are sparkling.
Her hair is set in the usual soft curls, framing her face, and she’s wearing a simple pair of cotton shorts and a plain black t-shirt. I’d love to see her in one of my T-shirts. The thought of it stretching across her breasts makes my dick twitch.
Down boy.
“Oh, we do?” I raise an eyebrow, stepping inside. This time, she leaves me to close and lock the door and immediately heads upstairs.
“Of course. I have some new ideas we can work on.” Sophie’s still talking when I reach the top of the stairs, hot on her heels. “I was editing our first video and there were some moments I’d like to recreate. I think they’ll do really well.”
She falls silent when I gently grab her hand, not enough to pull her to a stop, but she does so anyway. I lick my bottom lip when Sophie turns to face me. The amber in her eyes is barely visible, her pupils so dilated.
“I have a question for you.” My voice is low and raspy.
“You gonna ask me out again?” Her tone matches mine as she tilts her head to one side. She’s still standing a foot away, our arms outstretched slightly between us.
“Yes, but that’s not what I want to ask.”
I step closer, moving my hand from hers and sliding it up her wrist, her forearm, all the way to her shoulder. My touch drifts across her collarbone and then to her throat before I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, beneath her hair.
“Oh?” Her voice is breathy, barely a whisper.
I smirk, lowering my lips to her ear. She’s going to slap me for this.
“Will you… peg me?”
Sophie pulls away, but only far enough to see my face clearly. Her brows are drawn into a frown and she pulls one hand up to playfully slap my shoulder. Ok, not as bad as I expected. She’s giggling. We haven’t talked about pegging, so I knew the question would throw her off.
“You idiot.”
“I’m sorry, that was just too tempting.”
“See if I go on another date with you now.”
I lower my hand from her neck and take a step back to give her space.
“Oh, you will.”
“Your confidence is ridiculous.” She snorts and shakes her head, turning again to lead the way to the studio bedroom.
“I do actually have a question.”
“Gonna ask me to join an orgy?” she asks, rounding the corner into the room.
“No, but good idea. Let’s keep that in mind.” I set my backpack down by the bedroom door, watching Sophie as she sits on the bed to face me. “I wondered if we could film something a little different. More voyeuristic.”
“How do you mean?”
“We’ve filmed before, but I want to worship you.” There it is again, that husky, velvety tone. I can’t hide it from her and I’m not sure I want to anyway. I squat in front of her, having to look up now. Placing my hands on her knees, I continue. “I want to show you how much I appreciate you and not because you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” Wow, ok, so I’m going there. “But because you clearly haven’t been properly worshiped before.” It was obvious the first time we worked together.
“What makes you think I haven’t?” Sophie’s throat works hard as she tries to swallow.
I lower myself to my knees properly, keeping my eyes on hers at all times. Softly pressing against her knees, I spread her legs to allow my torso to fit between them. I raise myself up so that I can brush my lips over hers, sharing her breath.
“Because I know damn well I made you come that first time and you were shocked.” I kiss her quickly and then sit back on my heels. “So, what do you say?”
“That sounds way better than what I was going to suggest.”
“You’ll have to tell me what you had in mind. Later, though,” I murmur.
She swallows again then clears her throat and averts her gaze, looking to her tripod in the opposite corner of the room.
“Give me your phone.” I glance around the room, looking for her device. “I’ll set things up. I just want you to get comfortable.”
“Miles, are you sure?”
She’s biting her lip when my eyes fall upon her face again. The uncertainty in her golden orbs would break me if I thought it was aimed at our intimacy, but that’s not possible. No, she has to feel the way I feel–that this connection we have is something special.
“Am I sure I want to drive you absolutely wild?” I chuckle when my words cause her to flush, the rosiness just barely visible in her dusky cheeks.
“My phone is over on the dresser.”
I hadn’t clocked it, a black brick against the dark dresser. I nod and stand, but hear nothing behind me. No rustling of clothing or sheets. Sophie doesn’t move. I feel her eyes on me and when I turn to hand over her phone for her to unlock, she does so without speaking. I find the camera app and set the phone in the tripod.
Continuing the process, I retrieve my own tripod and set my phone up in the same manner. My eyes sweep around the room, not pausing on Sophie who is still sitting on the bed, her legs over the edge. I don’t like where the tripods are set. They won’t allow Honey’s adoring fans to see the ecstasy I plan to force into her expression or the way my tongue swirls around her clit.
Knowing now where her ass will be perched when lying on the bed, I set my tripod half a foot below that point for the right angle. I shorten it so that my phone will be a little above the mattress. I move Sophie’s tripod up near the head of the bed, raising it as high as it will go to get the widest view possible .
Satisfied with my work, I hit record on Sophie’s phone before rounding the bed to do the same on mine.
“Lay down for me.” It’s not an order, but a request. Sophie sucks in a deep breath and begins to take off her shirt, but I shake my head. “That’s my job.”
“I’m not used to this,” Sophie whispers, moving to do as I’ve asked.
She scoots back onto the bed and then leans against the layers of pillows, biting her bottom lip. She can’t have any idea what that does to me. Or maybe she does and it’s part of her tactic to get me to fall so absolutely for her that I’ll do anything she asks of me.
Already there .
“Not used to what?” I ask, kneeling on the bed from the end and crawling toward her. She glances at the cameras. “We can mute this.” I freeze, my hands just inches from her shins.
“I’m not used to-” She stops, as if unsure of how to continue.
“Being worshipped,” I finish, repeating my earlier words. Sophie nods and a thought occurs to me. “That competition of mine,” I muse, “how does he treat this body?”
I slide one hand up and down left her shin, over the colorful floral tattoo. The hiss of skin-to-skin contact in the otherwise silent studio is utterly sinful.
“He,” Sophie says hoarsely before clearing her throat. “He’s good. I don’t want to talk about him.”
I grin, but inwardly, that single word has begun to chip away at my confidence. Good . It’s noncommittal when combined with her tone. She doesn’t want to talk about him. Fine. I’ll make her forget about him. She won’t even remember his name when I’m done.
Wrapping my hand around her calf, I lower my lips to the inner side of Sophie’s knee. My tongue slips out, tasting her exquisitely soft skin before I start trailing kisses up her thigh. Quiet whimpers leave her throat and one hand tangles itself into my hair as Sophie tries to pull my mouth to where she needs it most.
“So needy already,” I breathe against her. “Patience, Honey.” Using her porn name feels wrong, but maybe if I think of it as a pet name instead. “We’ll get there. First, I need to get these damn clothes off of you.”
Crawling up her body without yanking those stupid shorts off of her feels wrong, but I didn’t play with her tits last time. I’m determined to fix that mistake. I slide my fingers beneath her shirt, lifting slowly while Sophie rises up to help. She’s wearing nothing underneath and I mutter a curse because she’s fucking perfect. I knew that already, but it strikes me again anyway .
It’s criminal not taking my time while I’m up here, but I want her desperate for me.
“So fucking gorgeous,” I whisper as I slide back down her body, hooking my fingers into her shorts while she lies back again. “Lift.”
Sophie does as she’s told, lifting her ass off of the mattress so I can pull her shorts down. She shivers as her bare pussy is revealed to me. Any man who doesn’t take the time to worship at this shrine clearly doesn’t understand what true beauty is.
With the shorts off, she’s completely naked beneath me. My hands find her feet, gliding up to her ankles, her shins once more, her knees. I can feel the goosebumps as they erupt along her tattooed skin, following my hand as it traces her thighs.
“Why is every part of your body so kissable?” I moan. “So lickable.” To emphasize my words, my tongue darts out to taste her again. “So squeezable.”
Her supple love handles are one of my favorite things. After my lips trace along one side, my hand massages, squeezing and molding it to my grip. I place kisses across Sophie’s belly, following a few stretch marks, slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Her breasts, natural and heavy, fall to the sides a little, but her nipples are hard and stick straight up. I want to draw this out, but I can’t. That one dark nipple inches from my face is too inviting.
When I take it into my mouth, the moan that escapes her does things to my dick that no other sound has ever done before–no other woman, either. Her hand, still in my hair, pulls tighter as I swirl my tongue around the pert little bud. Sucking and playing and grazing my teeth over it causes Sophie to writhe beneath me.
“Mi- Lance,” she breathes, catching herself before saying my real name. I should’ve done this off-camera.
I pull my lips from her nipple with a pop.
“That’s right Honey, I’m yours.” My voice is low, almost a growl. “I’m all yours.”
My mouth continues its path up her chest to her throat, her jaw, until I reach her lips. Capturing them with my own, I brace myself on one hand and cup her face with the other, my thumb down below her chin. My mouth devours hers, my tongue slipping inside to explore her as if it were entirely new territory. I allow my touch to drift down again, gliding down her neck and across her breast.
I’m half tempted to stop there, to squeeze and massage as I have been. But I allow my hand to move further south, back across her stomach and over the stretch marks that add to her beauty. Thank god she’s not self-conscious about them. I might actually die if she ever hid herself from me .
Rotating my hand, my fingers graze the skin above her pussy, causing Sophie to jump and me to chuckle in response.
“Please.” It’s a hiss against my lips and I smile.
“Please what? Use those words, Honey.”
“I need more.” She sounds desperate. Good.
I move my hand just a touch further, brushing lightly across her pussy and feeling how wet she already is.
“More what?”
I know the phones won’t pick up my voice and that my fingers are half blocked from view by my hand. It’s not good for the video, but I’m beyond caring. My competition, whoever that fuckwad is, doesn’t have this career to contend with. I won’t let it come between us.
“I need-” She groans in frustration when my hand freezes. “I need you. Please, L-Lance.”
I pull my face away. I want to make sure she understands every word.
“I didn’t make myself clear,” I say a little louder for her and the future viewers. “You’re in charge here, Honey. I’m yours to order around. Tell me what you want and I’ll obey.”
“Fuck.” The curse is a reverent whisper as she studies my face. The thought that those words I just spoke may have won her over enters my mind, but only briefly. There’s still work to do.
I raise my eyebrows, smirking.
“You want me to fuck you already?”
That breaks her, causing Sophie’s full lips to spread into a smile, a giggle bursting forth.
“Use your fingers.” Her voice may not sound desperate anymore, but her eyes are frenzied and hungry.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I wink and work myself back down her body, spreading her legs a little further so the camera can see what I’m about to do. Settling myself between her thighs, I rub my hand down her, feeling what my words and my mouth on her skin have already done. Licking my lips, I slide two fingers inside Sophie. She gasps at the intrusion and whines my name.
“Is this what you wanted, Honey?” Her stage name is growing on me. “You wanted me to feel how fucking wet you are for me?”
“Yes, I-I- oh!” She writhes her hips, seeking more. “Right there. ”
“Right here?” I repeat, curling my fingers in just the way that made her gasp moments ago. Sophie moans, her eyes closed as she continues to move, trying to feel more. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, speeding up.
“Keep-keep going.”
Her plea or her command, I do as she says. My fingers remain consistent even as the muscles in my forearm tire. I make a mental note to grab a toy for round two, but I want this first orgasm to be my doing entirely.
“Use your mouth.” Now that sounds like a command, her voice deep and controlling.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I lower my face until I’m level with her pussy, continuing to work my fingers, just inches from the object of my desire. The scent of her arousal makes me absolutely feral with need. I flick my tongue out, tasting her clit, and Sophie emits a tiny squeak. The sound forces a smile onto my lips just before I close them around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Lance.” My stage name is only a faint whisper.
“That’s it.” I don’t want to take my mouth away from her, so I speak directly to her pussy, sending vibrations through her. “I want you to come for me, Honey.”
Sophie’s moans grow more desperate, her hips moving faster now as my fingers continue to work. I can feel the fatigue in my arm, but it’s not so much that I’ll stop. Swirling my tongue around her clit and then down, I continue to work her, trying to bring her closer to the edge.
Her walls begin to flutter around my fingers, the movements not yet what I’m looking for, but I know she’s getting close. She moans louder, her movements erratic.
“That’s it,” I urge. “That’s it, let go for me. Just let go and give me what I want.”
When her orgasm hits her, Sophie’s back arches, her legs stiffening. Her chest stops moving. I keep the momentum, drawing out the waves of pleasure for as long as possible. The sounds of my mouth on her are wet and obscene, sending blood rushing to my dick. Still fully clothed, I’m so hard I can barely stand it.
Sophie whimpers, her muscles slowing around my fingers. I give her one last slow, languid lick and pull my fingers from her. I place a kiss on the flesh just above her pussy before rearing up onto my knees.
Her eyes are closed, her chest heaving. Every few seconds, a spasm wracks her body–an aftershock. I wait for her breathing to slow, just watching her, resting my hands on her legs.
“You,” she breathes heavily, “call that,” another breath, “worship? ”
I laugh, throwing my head back and squeezing her thighs.
“You don’t think so?”
Sophie opens her eyes to meet my gaze. She licks her bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth. Her eyes rake over me.
“One orgasm ain’t worship.”
Keeping eye contact, I lift my hand and suck on the fingers that were just in her pussy, cleaning every last drop from them. Sliding my tongue between my fingers, I grin.
“Who said I was stopping at one?”