She nodded and looked at me again. “Yeah. It may come off as arrogant or rude, but sometimes you just have to protect yourself. Not everyone is worth your while. Some have bad intentions, others are just using you.”
“You’re smart.” It was all I could say after her response. She knew there were people who took you for granted, used you, and didn’t care in the slightest about your feelings.
She smiled at me, taking a moment to think before saying, “We’re not so different after all.” With that, she leaned in and rested her head against my shoulder. It was a small and simple gesture. One I shouldn’t have read into too much. But I couldn’t help it. A strong sense of protection came over me. It felt like something that had been waiting under the surface and finally had an excuse to show itself.
She didn’t cling to me the way the other girls did. She didn’t try to make it dramatic or forced. She just rested there in that quiet sureness, but that small gesture felt bigger to me than expected.
***
Back home, I expected my mood to drop the way it usually did after a long day. But it didn’t. Having Lana there changed that. Her presence was calming, and it gave me something else to focus on instead of the usual things that filled my head. Work became secondary, and every ounce of annoyance and stress I usually felt on filming days was nowhere to be found today.
Now that we stood in the entrance, I felt an urge to keep her close a little longer, even though I knew she had to be getting tired or just wouldn’t want to stay around me any longer. We found a connection today and realized that we had more in common than we thought. The idea of her disappearing upstairs to her room left a hollow feeling in my chest.
“You going to sleep?” I asked, watching her closely.
She nodded, smiling gently. “Yeah. That was my plan.”
She didn’t move, though. She didn’t step away or turn toward the stairs. She stayed in front of me, her big eyes looking up at me with anticipation. We were both waiting for the other to decide what to do, both of us standing on the edge of a decision but not wanting to be the one to take the first step.
Her eyes stayed on mine for a long moment, and suddenly I felt a shift between us. It wasn’t clear at first, but I got pulled in her direction. It wasn’t just me who felt it. We both took a step forward, our bodies moving without being told, and our chests rose and fell more heavily than before. My hands found her face, and her mouth met mine. The kiss was passionate and slow, and I held her close to deepen it even more. A soft moan escaped her, and she pressed her body against mine as her hands rested on my forearms, gripping me like she was afraid I might let go.
Her lips parted, and I took the invitation, my tongue exploring hers as her hands moved from my arms to my shoulders. Her fingers dug into me, and I backed her up against the wall, with my body pinning hers. The kiss became messier, more desperate, and I dropped my hands to her hips to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms tight around my neck, and I tilted my head to the side to dip my tongue deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t get enough of her.
She moaned again, her hips pressing into me, and one of her hands moved to the back of my head, pulling me even closer. I’d established long ago that Lana wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. She wasn’t shy about what she wanted, and she was taking it without a hint of hesitation. Just like today, before the shoot, where she knelt in front of me and only had eyes for me.
When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. I rested my forehead against hers, trying to slow downmy heartbeat. Hers was hammering too, in a frantic rhythm that matched my own.
“Callan,” she breathed. “Do you…do you want to go upstairs?”
I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the desire and vulnerability in her eyes. part of me wanted to say yes, to take her hand and lead her to the privacy of her bedroom. But another part of me, a darker, more possessive and selfish part, had a different idea. I shook my head slowly.
“No,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Not upstairs.”
I cupped her ass with my hands and walked over to the filming room. The door was open, so I walked through until my knees hit the bed. Turning around, I sat down with her straddling my lap, and I ran my hands along her thighs, watching her closely for a moment. I was trying to see if she wanted this. If this was okay. And when her body relaxed, I decided that it was.
“Rub against me,” I said, my voice a low command and not a request. “Make me hard.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t hesitate. She braced her hands on my shoulders and began to move. It was a slow grind at first, her body trying to understand my own. She watched my face as she moved, her expression showing concentration and arousal. Her hips found a rhythm in a slow circular motion that was both torturous and incredibly effective.
I could feel myself starting to respond, with my blood rushing down as her movements grew more confident. I leaned back on my hands, giving her more control and letting her set the pace. Her breaths came out in soft pants, and with every roll of her hips, she pressed down a little harder, seeking her own pleasure as she worked me up.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I told her, admiring her while she made my dick harder. I could see her hard nipplesthrough her shirt and bra, and I reached up with one hand to palm her breast, my thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.
She gasped, her movements faltering for a second before she picked up the pace, grinding against me with a new urgency. I was fully and painfully hard now, with my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. The sight of her using my body to get herself off was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.
“That’s it,” I encouraged. “You feel my harness?”
She bit her lip and nodded, pressing her hips harder into mine as a shudder came over her. Her thighs tightened around me, and I gripped her hips to help her reach the edge.
“Come on, Lana. Make yourself come. Keep rubbing that clit on my dick.”
She sucked in a breath as her expression hardened. “I don’t think I can…”
“Try. You’re close.”
She moved faster, determination written all over her face now. I tightened my grip on her hips and met her moves by thrusting upward.
“Oh…I—”
