20. Chapter 20
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Sophie
Swoon .
I have absolutely no idea what I did to deserve this man. Or Brody, for that matter. I’ve never had a partner, on- or off-camera, who cared so much about my pleasure. On film, it’s always about the man’s orgasm. The scene ends when he lets loose. Not that a creampie can’t be faked, but it’s not something I like to do if I can help it. A woman’s pleasure? That can and will be faked. I don’t know the statistics, but if it’s less than 90% of the time in straight porn, I’d be shocked.
Yet, here I am–three orgasms down, covered in sweat despite keeping the place at or below 65 degrees. If the bulge in his pants is any indication, I doubt Miles is even close to done. He’s giving me time to come down from this most recent explosion and it truly was an explosion. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk when we’re done.
Miles kneels between my legs, sitting back on his heels. He’s surrounded by a slew of dildos and a vibrating wand. I open my eyes again and smile with a breathy laugh.
“What’s your record?” he chokes. I wonder if it’s difficult to keep his eyes on my face when I’m bared to him like this.
“Th-three.” I still can’t breathe normally.
“That’s it?” Miles raises an eyebrow.
“It’s solo,” I clarify. “My hand gets tired. ”
“Ok, what’s your record with someone?” His hands on my thighs are distracting me. I can’t think straight. To give myself a moment to think, I swallow and lick my lips.
Zero is the word that comes to mind, but then Brody’s face looms in my memory and I grin.
“Two.” I fell asleep after my second orgasm with Brody the other night and when I woke an hour later, I went straight home. No third O.
“Pathetic,” he growls.
I struggle to sit up, bracing myself with my hands behind me.
“In his defense, I think I was his first. So two is admirable.”
“He should’ve kept going.” Miles shrugs as if it’s simple. He leans forward, placing his hands on either side of me and bringing his face to mine. Our lips are close, so close, but not touching. “Two is pathetic, three is all you can manage on your own, but I told you I’m going to worship you and my offerings include a lot more than this.” His words cause goosebumps to erupt across my body before he dips his head to kiss my neck.
“Miles.” I don’t care that I said his real name. I don’t even want to release this footage to anyone. This is ours–private intimacy that feels like a secret we shouldn’t share with our fans.
“Lance,” Miles corrects between kisses down my body. I allow him to take control.
“I’m using your real name.”
I swear there’s a hint of laughter rumbling from his throat, but it’s so soft that I wonder if I imagined it.
“You’re in charge, Sophie.”
“Then I’m gonna need you to fuck me already.”
Miles’ head pops up, his brown eyes connecting with mine. The fire there matches the one he’s built inside me. His next movements are quick, practically jumping from the bed and frantically removing his clothes. Once naked, he stands before me, allowing me to take him in. I’ve seen it all before, but his sculpted torso, that V at his hips that makes girls stupid, his impressive cock–it all makes my mouth water.
“So you just want me for my body?” he teases as mischief mixes with the hunger in his eyes.
And your hands.
And your mouth .
“You caught me.”
“Waiting on a command.” Miles winks and, despite the flush creeping up my chest and into my cheeks, I’m not exactly embarrassed by my appreciation of his body.
“Get over here.”
Miles kneels on the bed, crawling to me and settling between my legs. Bracing his body with one arm, he takes his other hand to position himself against my swollen and needy pussy.
“Please,” I hiss just before Miles thrusts inside me, fully seated in one swift motion. “Fuck!” I squeeze my eyes shut. The toys he used on me stretched me, readied me.
“Look at me. Sophie, look at me.”
My eyes snap open and find his immediately. He stares intently as he moves above me, grunting softly with each thrust.
“That’s it,” he breathes. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, fingers sliding into my hair as he moves. “Eyes on me, that’s it. You’re a fucking goddess, you know that?” he grunts.
“Yes.” It’s all I can think of to say.
“Of course, you fucking know.” He laughs and lowers his lips to mine, pumping into me harder and faster.
I can feel another orgasm building, his cock hitting just the right spot. I reach a hand down between us, but Miles pulls my hand away.
“Let me,” he growls against my mouth, swirling circles around my clit.
It’s enough to set me off with a cry, my eyes squeezing shut again. My walls clench around Miles’ cock, but he keeps moving, keeps thrusting. He leans his head down beside mine and, with my lips next to his ears, I whisper what I want next.
“I want-” I choke, my body still writhing beneath him, “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Miles stills, his head jolting up. Jesus, I’ve never seen anyone look at me the way he is right this very second. His eyes were hungry before, but I have no words for what’s staring back at me now.
“Lube,” is the only word he seems able to say and I grin.
“Bedside table.” I point to the side and, without pulling himself from me, he reaches over to find it in the top drawer.
“Roll over.”
We do our little dance so I can get in position, but when I’m on all fours, Miles presses my lower back. I’m forced down to the bed, lying on my stomach, looking back at him while he straddles me. The cold lube makes me hiss, but then I feel Miles’ finger sliding through it, spreading it around my puckered hole before he slips a finger inside.
I whimper, my pussy throbbing, jealous of the attention. When I press my ass up, Miles chuckles. He removes his finger.
“Just tell me if I need to stop,” he says and I hear him squirting more lube, but it must be on his cock because I don’t feel any hitting me.
He presses himself up against me and I whimper again, needing more. I gasp when his head pops all the way in and moan when he keeps going.
“So fucking tight,” he groans. “This ass is so fucking tight, so perfect.”
The more of him I take, the closer his torso gets to my back until he’s practically lying on top of me. When he pulls out and then gently rolls his hips toward my ass, I swear my eyes roll backward. My legs are closed tight and I clench my thighs, getting a tiny amount of pressure on my clit.
“Fuck me,” I beg. I know I’m supposed to be in charge, but I need him. I’m desperate for him to speed up.
“As you wish,” he whispers before speeding up.
Miles pulls out, thrusting back inside, wringing a cry from my throat each time. His chest is slick with sweat against my back and I can feel his breath in my hair. He’s so deep inside me that it feels like he’s legitimately rearranging my guts. I wriggle my hips and he hits that sweet spot through the internal barrier once, twice, three times and then I explode.
My legs shake and my whole body tenses. I can’t breathe, can’t even cry out. My eyes are squeezed shut while Miles keeps fucking me. My muscles once more tighten around him, milking him, wringing a release from him. He thrusts again, completely filling me, whispering my name like a prayer, over and over.
My torso convulses with aftershocks for several minutes after I come down from the high. My eyes flutter open, but Miles is still above me, lying on top of me. He’s still twitching inside me and moaning, holding some of his weight so as not to crush me, but I’m not sure I’d care if he did.
When his movements slow, his muscles relaxing, I grin, trying to look back at him. He takes a deep breath, blowing it down into my hair. He presses his lips to my cheek, then pulls out and rolls over and onto the bed next to me. I can’t speak, still trying to get my breathing under control. I revel in the deliciously stretched and used feeling. A soft laugh escapes him, sounding almost like one of relief .
“What’s so funny?” I reach up to move my hair out of the way and see that he’s staring at me.
“I was going to try to last longer.”
He doesn’t seem embarrassed and I don’t see why he would be. Any guy who takes that much time on a woman should be made a saint. I’m reminded that the bar is literally on the floor.
“I don’t think I could’ve taken any more,” I chuckle.
“We’ll have to test that theory sometime.” He rolls onto his side, propping his head up with one hand so he can look down at me while I roll onto my side for a better view of him. His expression is serious. “Look, I don’t want to get things confused between us.”
“Content versus just us?” I surmise. Miles nods.
“Is there anything you do to set boundaries with other creators?”
“You mean when I’m dating someone?”
“Yeah, to make things clear between us. I don’t know if I’m explaining it right.”
“I think I understand.” I press my lips tightly together, but I do feel like he deserves to know. “I haven’t dated since I got to LA,” I start slowly. “My ex back in Oklahoma, I-” I take a deep breath because I’ve only ever admitted this to one other person. “I had to leave. In a hurry,” I add quickly, the words tumbling out. “He’s the only guy I’ve been with since I started making content and it didn’t end well. I’m not sure I handled things the right way, but even if I did, I don’t exactly want to use that relationship as a baseline.”
Miles is silent, searching my face with worry in his eyes.
“My dating history track record isn’t the best either. That’s part of why I wanted to ask. I,” he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, “like you, probably more than I should.” He smiles against my knuckles. “Was that too much to admit?”
“It wasn’t too much.” The words surprise even me, but I suppose it’s true. I like him, I feel at ease, safe. “My ex, he… he wanted me to promise not to do certain things with the people I filmed with. Things he wanted to keep for himself, that would make him jealous if I did them with someone else.”
“You don’t need to relive that,” says Miles softly. “We don’t need to reopen those wounds. I just want you to know that, even though I’m working with other people, you’re the only one I’m thinking about.”
I have to smirk at that, arching one eyebrow.
“Even when filming with men? ”
Miles chuckles and drops my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. His hand splays across my lower back and he pulls me closer. His face is inches from mine.
“I asked if you’d peg me.”
I giggle, hiding my face in my hands. Another blush spreads into my cheeks when I look up at Miles again.
“You did, didn’t you?” I sigh. “Let’s work up to that one.”
“You got it.” He leans down to kiss my nose, then my eyelids when I close them, then each of my cheeks. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m all yours.”
“This is weird.” Natalie sits across from me at the kitchen table, eating her salad while I chow down on my burrito bowl.
“I know.”
“No, but this is weird.”
“I know,” I repeat.
“No dating for like six months and then BAM ! Two boyfriends.”
I snort.
“They’re not my boyfriends, they’re-” I pause, trying to think of the right thing to say. “In training.”
Natalie nearly spits out her salad.
“And are they trainable? Because most men aren’t.”
“Amen,” I mutter before taking another bite. “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never been so fucking satisfied.”
“In bed, right?” Natalie stares over a forkful of salad.
“Yes,” I laugh. “In bed. But they’re also just nice . And caring. Brody stumbled a little, but he made up for it and Miles has that golden retriever energy you read about in books, but I’ve never met a guy that I thought fit that description.”
“Just be careful he doesn’t go chasing after another bone.” She motions to me with her salad before stuffing the food into her mouth.
A text comes through on my phone and Natalie’s head shoots up.
“Fan, filming, or fuckboi?” asks Natalie, nodding to the device .
“Brody. He wants to see me tomorrow.” I stare at my phone with a grin. “His roommate’s out of town all weekend.”
“Get it, girl!”