It had been intense, and for it being my first actual makeout, I thought I had done a pretty good job. He certainly didn’t complain, and he looked hungrier after it than he did earlier in the room with the two girls.
I was still pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands gripping my ass like he couldn’t let go. His body was flush against mine, heat and tension mixing until I could barely breathe. He was studying me, his eyes searching my face, and trying to read if I was still with him, if what we’d just done had crossed a line or made me want more.
“You want to start right now?” he asked, his voice challenging.
I blinked, trying to catch up. My heart was pounding too hard to think straight. “Uh, sure,” I managed.
He leaned in and kissed me again. It felt like a warning and a promise all at once. Then he eased me down, letting my body slide against his until my feet hit the floor and my knees followed.
I ended up kneeling in front of him, my back against the wall, and my hands braced at my sides. I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. He juststood there, watching me, with an unreadable expression. He was waiting for me to decide what would happen next.
“Lana,” he said, sounding amused now.
“Yes?”
“You’re my fluffer now. I got a scene to get to.” That’s all he said, expecting me to connect the dots. And when I did, my eyes widened.
“Yeah, sorry.” I looked at the bulge in his pants, unsure what to do, how to touch him. How to initiate what he wanted from me. My hands were shaking when I reached up. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, I looked up at his face before pulling them down. I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. His erection sprang free as I eased his sweatpants down. I hesitated for a moment, my eyes darting up to meet his again, but he simply stared back, his expression hard and challenging. He was daring me to continue, even though he was still convinced I wouldn’t go through with this. But I wasn’t going to back down now. I had pushed myself into this situation, and I wasn’t a coward.
I reached out, gently wrapping my hand around his length. He let out a soft grunt, and I took that as a sign to proceed. He wasn’t pushing me away. Why would he?
His cock twitched in my hand, thick and hard, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. I was in awe, but with it came a sharp sense of fear. I wasn’t scared of messing this up. I was scared of regretting it.
“Lana,” he said, his voice low. “You know what to do.”
I nodded, swallowing hard, before I leaned in. The scent of him was intoxicating. Distinctly male but surprisingly comforting. I took a deep breath, my hand trembling slightly as I moved it to the base of his shaft. His skin was smooth and hot, and that sensation alone burned itself into my memories.
I started slowly, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip. He let out a hiss, his hips twitching slightly. Encouraged by his reaction, I took him fully into my mouth. Not too deep at first. I was still testing the waters. When I liked how he felt inside my mouth, I leaned in more and took him deeper until I felt his tip hit the back of my throat. I pulled back, then took him in again, finding a rhythm that seemed to please him.
His hands found their way to my hair, gently guiding my movements. I could feel the tension building in him, his breath growing ragged. The power I felt was intoxicating, knowing that I was the one bringing him to this point, and that neither of the two girls in the filming room had this effect on him. They used to.
I continued to work him with my mouth, my hands, my tongue, until I felt his body tense. He let out a low groan, and I knew he was close. I kept going, determined to see it through, but I knew making him come wasn’t the goal here. As hard as it seemed for him, he stopped me by pulling my head back and letting his cock slide out of my mouth.
He didn’t say a word as I looked up at him, with strings of saliva stretching from my lips to his tip. He cupped my jaw and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. We didn’t break eye contact as he reached for his shaft with his other hand, rubbing his cock to keep it hard.
“You’re coming back in there, and you’ll watch me fuck those two girls.”
I hated how my heart reacted to his words. It shouldn’t have affected me, knowing I was only going to be his fluffer for roughly three weeks until my essay was done, but my heart wouldn’t stop aching. I decided it was the adrenaline.
“Okay.”
His thumb brushed along my bottom lip again, then he slowly pushed it into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “While we’re doing this…” he said, studying me with his dark eyes. “I want you to always obey. And to always answer me with ‘yes, sir.’”
My initial reaction was to say no. I wasn’t going to be one of his little porn actresses who were submissive and did everything he told them. But then I decided not to argue and just do it. Maybe I’d like it. Maybe this way I would become more open-minded toward other guys. Not that I wanted to go out and meet guys and flirt and have sex. I was only following Holland’s advice and being open to something new.
“Is that clear?” he asked.
I still had his thumb on my mouth, and I sucked on it before leaning back and nodding. “Yes, sir.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into the tiniest, satisfied grin. “Good girl, Lana. Stand up.”
He reached under my arms and pulled me up onto my feet, and I steadied myself on his shoulders, feeling a tremble rush through my body. His cock was still hard and pressing into my stomach. I dared to look down, admiring how large it was. There was a slight curve to his shaft, and it made me wonder how it would feel inside of me. Not that I knew what any kind of cock felt inside of me, but the way his was curved told me it had to be different.
“It’s incredible,” he said, and I tilted my head back to look up at him again.
“What is?”
“The way you can keep me hard by simply looking at me.”
