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Against my will, my pace increased as he teased around my hole with a fingertip. Would he do it? No one had ever done that to me before, and it wasn’t even something I thought I would like, but I was surprised to find… I was curious. No, more than that, I was downright eager. Anticipation and need burned through me.
The virgin territory was no doubt tight, but with his hand wet with his own saliva, it made the intrusion possible. As much as I wanted to watch him, as he plunged his finger inside me, I closed my eyes and moaned. My hips jerked hard of their own volition, nearly choking him on my cock. It was with the greatest difficulty that I managed to pull myself back.
My orgasm was close, getting closer by the second as he rotated his finger inside me. “Oh, precious, you are gonna take what I give you. Do you understand? I want you to swallow every drop.”
Unable to answer with words, he moaned long and low, teasing with a second finger. Holy shit, the barrage of new sensations had me struggling to catch my breath. Heat and pressure pooled low inside me, my balls drawing up tight. With his upside-down view, he knew what was coming. Just as I was about to explode, he drew his hand back and got that second finger in. I felt full of his fingers, the sting adding a new level to the pleasure.
“Fuck!” I shouted, unleashing into his awaiting mouth. I watched as he swallowed, his throat working to handle the load. I came so hard, my head spun, and I pulled out and braced myself on the edge of the bed.
“How was that?” he asked, sitting up and wiping a finger to catch a bit of cum from the corner of his mouth.
“Fucking incredible,” I panted before pressing him back into the mattress. “And now it’s your turn,” I growled, crawling over him.
Hours later, and I’d been hard ever since, with the taste of his cum lingering on my tongue. Oh, I was in so much trouble with this little omega. I thought he was just doing me a favor with a bit of publicity, but it had turned into so much more. He was becoming an addiction. How the hell was I supposed to let him go once this was over? The taste of his skin, his scent, even his smile and the sound of his laugh. I couldn’t get him out of my head.
“Earth to Max, are you still with us? If it’s okay with your schedule, do you suppose we could run the scene again?” It was dripping with sarcasm.
I blinked up to find Andrew Sajak, the director of Summer of Love, glaring at me. How long had I been standing here staring at nothing? Andrew quirked an eyebrow, and when I nodded in apology, he put his headset back on. “Let’s run it again,” he called.
Devon was trying not to laugh. “Shut up,” I muttered.
“I didn’t say a word,” he swore, raising a hand, pleading innocence. “But if I were to say something, it would be to remark on how someone seems to have you awfully distracted today. And maybe a little excited?” he suggested, his eyes flicking down to where my semi was creating a noticeable bulge.
“Sorry,” I said, grimacing. “It’s not for you, if that helps.”
“It does, yes.” He smothered his smirk as we got into position, Devon curling his fingers into my shirt.
This was supposed to be our first kiss, building the romantic tension between our characters, but as I recited my lines, it felt… wrong. “I know you said you didn’t want a summer fling… but what if it wasn’t just a fling,” I said, resting my forehead on Devon’s. His skin was kind of tacky from the makeup, and he smelled like baby powder. “What if it meant something more,” I heard myself say. Then I pressed my lips to his, and all I could think was, he’s not Arlo.
“Cut!” Andrew called, and I pulled back with overwhelming relief. “Seriously, Max, where is your head at? I am getting zero chemistry, like, at all. It’s like you’re kissing your brother, and this is not that kind of movie.”
“I’m sorry, Andrew. I guess I’m having an off day.”
He grunted then narrowed his eyes on me, worrying his lip between his teeth. Finally he said, “Why don’t you try closing your eyes and imagining it’s that fiancé of yours. What’s his name?”
“Arlo,” I said, my voice breathy all of a sudden, and Devon snickered.
“Hope you don’t mind,” Devon said, “but I’ll be imagining you’re Vanessa. I met her at the park walking her dog. So hot, with these massive—”
He was interrupted, hands held out in front of him to signify the size of her breasts, when Andrew shouted, “Again!”
This time when we ran through the scene, I closed my eyes and thought of Arlo, picturing how I left him this morning, lips swollen, hair disheveled. Instead of Devon, I was asking Arlo for more than a fling, and it struck a little too close to home. What would he say? Was I someone he could see himself spending more time with? When I kissed Devon this time, I ignored that his lips were too pliant, and I imagined I was kissing my sexy omega instead. With my head in another scene entirely, I found myself deepening the kiss beyond what was appropriate. This was no stage kiss.
This time when the director yelled cut, it was with a smile on his face. “Better,” he said.
Devon, however, wore a blush. “Wow, Max. That was almost hot enough to make me question my sexuality.”
I laughed, and that lightness carried me right through the rest of the scene. When it was finally time for a break, I sat down in a chair placed off-set in the shade for me. Someone passed me a bottle of water, and I took out my phone to check if Arlo had messaged.
Not only had he messaged, but he’d also sent a picture. I smirked, but before I could open it to see what my naughty boy sent, my eyes drifted to another new text, this one from Patrick Carson. My stomach lurched, dread building. Against my better judgment, I clicked on it.
PC: You’ve been awfully quiet lately. I don’t think you understand how this agreement works. You’d better play by the rules and get me some gossip—or else.
The threat was vague, which made it far too easy to push aside that uneasy feeling it gave me. Instead, I opened Arlo’s text. I wondered briefly if I should mention Carson’s pushy attitude, but when I laid eyes on the picture he’d sent, it forced any other thoughts straight out of my head. I pulled my phone in close to ensure no one else caught sight of it, then crossed my legs and pulled my jacket over my lap to hide my erection.
There was nothing vague about that dick pic…
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