Page 39 of The Money Shot

Cam stepped closer, resting a hand on my shoulder. “You nervous?”

“A little,” I admitted, forcing a smile I didn’t feel.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine,” he said warmly, then stepped back as Bobbi Mae pulled a small bottle out of her pocket and handed it to me.

“This’ll get your pecker hard,” she said, deadpan.

I stared at the blue pill in my palm, realization dawning. “I never thought I’d need this,” I muttered, swallowing it dry.

“Lay down,” she ordered, already adjusting the lights.

I obeyed, climbing onto the bed and lying flat on my back as Cam took his position beside me.

“You ready?” Bobbi Mae asked him, her voice sharp and professional.

Cam grinned. “Always.”

She flipped on the lights, the brightness searing against my skin.

“Action.”

Cam’s eyes met mine, and he leered at me. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, and his huge hand splayed across my chest. “You’ve never been fucked before, have you? You’re a virgin, aren’t you Lucien?”

I was about to reply no, but realized we were acting, and me being a virgin might be the character they want me to be.

“Yes,” I breathed. “And I’m sick of it. Please, fuck me. Make a man out of me.”

Cam sat up, spread my legs apart and settled in between them. To my surprise, my cock hardened immediately. Then I remember the pill I’d taken, and I inwardly thanked Bobbi Mae for giving it to me. I wasn’t sure I could’ve gotten it up without it.

“I’m going to split you in two, boy.” Cam leaned over me, then his lips crashed into mine. Damn it, I hope the sound of our teeth clashing couldn’t be heard in the video. Shit, this was more than awkward, this was fucking bizarre. I’d swear Cam didn’t know how to kiss, either that or I didn’t. Probably the latter considering my lack of experience. He pressed his body down on mine, and his cock, much larger than any I’d ever seen or felt before, pressed against mine.

Holy shit. That was supposed to go inside of me?

“Boys, this is boring as hell. Come on, show a little passion!” Bobbi Mae barked.

Cam and I exchanged glances, both of us clearly thrown off by Bobbi Mae's comment. But we didn't have time to waste on awkwardness. Taking a deep breath, I decided to go all in.

"Fuck me, Cam," I whispered, trying to channel the passion Bobbi Mae was looking for. My words seemed to have the desired effect, as Cam's eyes darkened with hunger. With renewed determination, he positioned himself over me once more and pressed his cock against mine.

"You want it?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "You want me to fuck you senseless?"

"Yes!" I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest. "Fuck me, please."

“Don’t you dare say please again!” Bobbi Mae ordered. “No more polite boy, son. You want Cam to screw you into next week, now act like it!”

My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, to the point where it was starting to hurt. Cam reached a hand down and squeezed my shaft, and a high-pitched whining noise came out of me.

“You little slut,” Cam growled. “You want my huge cock, you want it hammering your tiny hole.” He shifted on top of me, his weight pressing into my thighs as he adjusted his position. The heat of his body combined with the relentless ache of my now rock hard cock made my discomfort almost unbearable. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest, and the sting of humiliation crept up my neck. I tried to focus on anything else—the faded paint on the walls, the distant hum of traffic outside—but it was no use.

Bobbi Mae circled us like a hawk, her camera clicking and whirring as she barked adjustments. “Cam, lean forward. Liam, relax your shoulders. We’re not making a damn action movie; you’re supposed to look like you enjoy this.”

Relax? How was I supposed to relax? Every nerve in my body screamed to run, to throw Cam off me and bolt out of the room. But the thought of my bank account- a ticking time bomb—kept me pinned in place.

“Liam,” Cam whispered softly, breaking character for a moment. “You good? You’re kinda stiff.”

I groaned internally at the double entendre, unable to form an answer. Before I could even try, the bedroom door flew open with a crash, slamming into the wall so hard it left a dent.

“What the—” Cam started, twisting to look over his shoulder.