She didn’t stop. If anything, she went harder, taking me as deep as she could, her throat constricting around me. That was the final straw. My whole body went rigid as I came hard pouring myself down her throat. I shuddered, my hips jerking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless.
Lana swallowed all my cum without hesitating for even a second, and she did it with her eyes fixed on mine. I stumbled back a step, and my legs felt like they were made of jelly. Lana slowly pulled back with a small, triumphant smile on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
I couldn’t hold back a chuckle, and with a shake of my head, I said. “Well, shit, sweet girl. Now you’ll have to do it all over again.”
“Are we serious?” Madison groaned from the bed.
“I’d watch that again,” Rocco said. I hadn’t heard him come in, but he was now sitting on his usual chair behind the yellow line.
I kept my eyes on Lana and cupped her face with one hand again. “This wasn’t our agreement,” I told her, keeping my voice low.
“I’m sorry,” she replied, biting her bottom lip, but not looking sorry one bit.
Little devil.
I grinned and rubbed my cock with slow strokes, then slid my tip along the seam of her lips. “Do it again, sweet girl. This time, without making me come.”
***
After the shoot, Lana left the room without a backward glance. Having her watch me fuck Madison made my stomach twist. I didn’t know why it got under my skin, but it did. She’d seen me do this before. She’d watched me shoot scenes from three feet away. She had knelt in front of me minutes earlier. She was the one who insisted this was professional. She had made her choice and rules. And though I thought that was a façade she had put up, maybe I had been wrong. She didn’t seem affected by me at all.
It bothered me more than it should. I kept replaying the way she stood there, her eyes giving nothing away. No jealousy, no discomfort. Nothing. If anything, it felt like she was putting emotional distance between us, and that fucking bothered me more than I liked to admit.
I shook the thought off and headed for the shower after I sent everyone home. I stepped under the hot water and scrubbed the sweat and Madison’s perfume off my skin. I washed twice, then stood still with my eyes closed, letting the heat hit my shoulders while my mind circled back to Lana again. I toldmyself to let it go. To respect the boundaries she had set. But something kept pulling at me insistently.
When I stepped out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and braced my hands on the counter. My reflection looked irritated and frustrated, and behind all that, there was a sharp, possessive need to keep her close.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I left my bathroom and walked down the hallway. I didn’t bother to dry my hair or put on clothes. I just needed to make sure she was still there because the thought that she might actually be putting distance between us gnawed at me.
I stopped at her door and I lifted my hand to knock.
“Lana? You in there?”
A second passed, then she called out, “Yeah?”
I opened the door and stepped into the doorway. She sat on her bed with her legs crossed. Her red hair was up in a low bun, and she was wearing one of those oversized shirts she always wore at night.
“What’s up?” she asked, looking and sounding calm. Almost disinterested.
“You okay?” I asked.
She blinked, surprised by the question. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
I shrugged. “You walked out fast.”
“Didn’t think I had to stay.”
“You didn’t,” I told her, eyeing her closely. “Just wanted to check.”
She never took her eyes off mine. A tight smile appeared on her lips. “Well…I’m fine.”
Maybe that was what bothered me so much. The way she said everything so nonchalant. The way it didn’t match the storm swirling inside of me.
Motherfucker.
I cleared my throat. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”
She shook her head. “No. Not hungry.”
