He snorts in response. “I was born tense.”
“Well, goodness, that will never do. The network wants you all relaxed for your big debut.” His eyebrows lift as I return to my original position of kneeling on the floor in front of him. “Surely there’s something I can do to help.”
“I’m open to suggestions.” Smirking now, Sam folds his hands behind his head and watches me through heavy-lidded eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
With slow, deliberate movements, I place my hands over his knees and spread them wide before edging my hips between them. “First, I have a confession to make.” Trailing my hands up the inside of his thighs, I frame the bulge at his groin. “You have to promise to keep it a secret. I could get into trouble if anyone found out.”
He grunts softly and his hips curl upward, but his hands stay in place behind his head. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. Promise.”
I smother the urge to smile at the easy way he plays along with my game. “You see, Mr Stephenson, I’ve used your app—a lot.” Sliding one hand down the front of my body, I cup myself through my pants. “I like the way the sound of your voice makes my dick hard.” A shaky groan escapes Sam as he watches me. “In fact,” I add, roughly, “I may be your biggest fan.”
His gaze wanders up my torso to my face. “That’s a mighty big claim,” he says, finally. “What would you be willing to do to prove it?”
“Anything,” I say without hesitation.
With a cocky grin, Sam lowers his hands from their place behind his head, his upper body still relaxed back against the couch cushions. He makes a show of undoing his belt buckle and then his pants. When he pulls out his beautiful cock, it’s already flushed and weeping. “Anything?” he growls, stroking the hard length.
Licking my lips, I nod. “Do you want me to suck on it or ride it?”
“Ungh.” Sam’s eyes roll back in his head and it takes him a moment to manage a response. “First one, then the other?”
Smiling, I bend down to lick the pre-come from his slit. “The perfect combination.” Then I take him to the back of my throat in one, long swallow. He shouts in surprise, his hips jerking so his belt buckle hits me under the chin.
I suck harder, reaching out blindly to find his hands so I can guide them to the back of my head. I want him to push me down, use me, take his pleasure in me. What started as a way to distract him from his anxiety has turned raw and dirty, and I want more.
Spit slides from my mouth down his length. I want him all slobbery wet, so I don’t have to go hunting for the lube. Anything that takes me away from his cock right now is not worth the cost. The instant I’m satisfied, I pull off, delighting in his groan of frustration.
Scrambling to my feet, I start pulling off my clothes. “You know how people say you should picture the audience naked when you get up in front of a crowd?”
He nods, trying to shed his own clothes without taking his eyes off me.
“When you get in front of the camera, I want you to picture me naked instead.”
There’s a short laugh as he falls back against the couch cushions. “That could be a bad idea.”
Dropping to my knees again, I take hold of his cock and look up at him with a leering grin. “I think it’s a great idea.” I use the tip of his cock to paint pre-come on my lips before sucking him back down, my tongue curling around him and a long, luscious groan reverberating in my throat.
“Holy—” It’s as far as he gets before his voice fails.
I rise from the floor and climb onto his lap, my body quivering with the need to be filled. “I want you to picture me riding your cock, like this…” Positioning him under me, I sink slowly. Oh, so slowly. My hole stretching to take him in inch by greedy inch.
Sounds of agonised pleasure fall from his open mouth as I start to move. He grabs my hips, moving with me. Every thrust harder than the last. Then his mouth latches on to a nipple and I’m gone.
My orgasm rushes at me and I barely manage to wrap a hand around my cock before it erupts. Come splashes across Sam’s stomach and he cries out as he joins me at the peak, his cock pulsing deep inside my arse.
Afterwards, I slump against Sam’s chest, my muscles spent.
His hands spread out across my shoulder blades before stroking their way down to my thighs. “I’m definitely more relaxed than before. Well done.”
My laugh is slightly delirious. “Glad you liked it,” I say lifting my head to land a short, wet kiss on his lips. “Any time you need me to take your mind off your worries, you let me know.”
“I’d expect nothing less,” he teases. “After all, you are my biggest fan.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
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SAM
