“Shoot.”
My pulse thudded hard enough that I felt it in my neck. My body was trying to betray me, but I wouldn’t let it. “I want to keep being your fluffer.”
There was no surprise or judgment in his eyes, and I had his full attention. So I continued before I let myself take back what I said.
“It’s my choice, and I’m doing it because it helps me feel in control in a way I’ve never felt before. And I like how that feels. It isn’t about you needing me, and it’s not about us because we’ve already talked about that, and we’re keeping this professional.”
His jaw clenched but then eased again.
After a few long seconds, he nodded. “All right. If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you,” he said, his smile turning into a small grin. “I won’t say no to that. You’ve been extremely helpful on set.”
“Okay,” was all I said.
“You just tell me when you’re ready again.”
I looked past him toward the filming room and pursed my lips. My plan for the night had been to watch a movie and not think about anything else. But a little voice inside my head told me to be brave.
I met his eyes again. “Do you need me right now?”
His expression turned amused, and the smug grin I knew all too well was back. “You offering?”
I shrugged. “If you need me, yes.”
“I do.”
“Good. Then I’ll…finish my drink and come over.”
“Great.” His grin widened. “I’ll wait.”
27
Callan
I ignored Madison’s annoyed glance and focused on Lana who was kneeling in front of me. I rubbed my cock for a moment and reached out to cup the side of her face with my other hand. Her skin was warm, and she leaned into my touch just slightly, her eyes locked on mine.
I knew how she framed all this in her head. Strictly professional and with no feelings involved, because she claimed not to have any toward me or this whole situation. But that was bullshit. She kept emotion out of it and kept her boundaries tight, but I knew that deep down, she was fighting hard not to let it all spill out. I knew that was the truth because I felt the fucking same. I respected the hell out of her and hated the way I treated her after taking her virginity. And every time she knelt in front of me like this, something in my chest tightened. I shouldn’t have liked it as much as I did. I shouldn’t have let it get to me. But it always did.
“Can you just get on with it?” Madison muttered. I didn’t look at her because it would only ruin this moment. I was focused on Lana.
Smiling down at her, I guided my cock to her lips. “Nice and slow,” I told her, brushing a strand of hair away from herface as she leaned in. She parted her lips and instantly, her tongue darted out to lick the head before she took me into her mouth.
I sucked in a sharp breath as the familiarity of her mouth around my cock settled. She started slowly, her movements confident. She swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside before taking me deeper, her lips creating a tight, perfect seal. I watched her, watched the way her eyelids fluttered closed for a second, and the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
“Goddamn beautiful,” I hissed, running one hand through her hair, and curling my fingers around it. My other hand cupped her jaw, but I still let her be in control.
Her hand came up to wrap around the base of my shaft, her fingers stroking in time with the movements of her mouth. This was the part where I was supposed to get hard and then pull back, ready for the scene with Madison. That’s what Lana was here for. But as Lana’s mouth worked its magic, I felt a different kind of pressure building. It wasn’t just the mechanical process of arousal; it was a deep, primal pull in my gut. She wasn’t just getting me hard, she was unraveling me.
She took me deeper than she had before, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She didn’t gag, just moaned softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through me. Her other hand came up to cup my balls, her fingers gently massaging them, and that was it.
I felt my control slipping. I tried to think about anything else, but it was useless. All I could focus on was the exquisite, torturous pleasure of Lana’s mouth. She was doing everything right, everything that drove me crazy, and I was losing the fight.
“Lana,” I gritted out, my voice a low warning. I meant for it to sound like a cue, to let her know that she had already donewhat I needed her to do. But it came out sounding like a plea, begging her for more.
She just looked up at me, her eyes dark and challenging, and she doubled her efforts. She started moving faster, her head bobbing in a steady rhythm, her hand pumping my shaft in a tight grip. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was pushing me, testing me, and I was failing.
The pressure in my groin became unbearable. My hips started to move involuntarily, thrusting gently into her mouth. I could feel my muscles tensing, and my breath hitching. I was going to come, breaking every fucking rule we’ve both set earlier, but I didn’t give two shits about it.
“Fuck, Lana,” I groaned, both my hands fisting in her hair now.
