She continues to stare at me, her eyes clearing up by the second. Again, she doesn't say anything and just nods her head.
Placing my hands back on her hips, I squeeze tight enough for her to yelp, then slowly start rocking her back and forth to the beat of the music. She’s stiff at first, and I can tell she’s still uncomfortable. I lean into her, burying my face in her neck and trailing soft kisses up to her ear. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here.” Her breathy moan is barely audible but goes straight to my dick. “Show me you want me just as bad as I want you,” I say, briefly pulling her down on my growing erection.
I can’t help but smirk at her gasp. When I lean back to see her reaction, she’s staring at me again, this time with wide eyes. Her skin is already blushing dark pink, and I can tell this is out of her comfort zone, but she’s loosening up regardless. More so than any other take so far, anyway. I take advantage of the moment and get back to the script, only deviating slightly to encourage her along.
“That’s it, just like that. You’re doing so well. This ass was made for me, wasn’t it? If you don’t want me to bend you over my desk and fuck it right now, you’d better show me why I should let you have control. Show me how you’d ride my dick.”
The dirtier my words, the more she gets into the dance. When she doesn’t need my guidance anymore, I let my hand roam from her hips to her ass. Her eyes haven’t left mine this whole time, and I’ve watched her pupils grow with desire. She’s not alone. My dick is now fully hard from her grinding, and I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like for her to ride me. I’m not one to let go of control easily, so I rarely crave this position, but it’s all I can think about.
Gripping her ass harder than necessary, I pull her toward my erection again, and she shudders when my length glides across her clit.I feel you, Sunshine. I want it too.She’s wearing a flimsy thong, so functionally, the only thing separating us is my slacks. I should give us both a reprieve and let her move back, but I can’t help myself. I hold her in place with one hand while the other finds her covered breast.
Every time she grinds down on me, her body reacts, and before long, she’s a mess. Her breath is sporadic, her body shaking more and more, and she’s moaning loud enough for the room to hear. She throws her head back, finally breaking our stare, and closes her eyes. I didn’t even notice how much I needed her gaze, but the moment it’s gone, I feel like I can’t breathe. Before I can stop myself, I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her face back to mine.
“Look at me,” I growl, squeezing just short of cutting off her airway.
She bites her bottom lip as she moves her hands from around my neck to rake through the back of my hair. It’s not in the script, but Ihaveto taste her. I can’t help myself as I move my hand from her neck to her jaw, pulling her mouth to mine.
“Cut!”
Blanche’s yell breaks us both out of whatever haze we were just in. Lucy sits up straight and fixes her skirt as she turns sideways in my lap. The new position showcases the wet spot on my crotch where she dripped onto me.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, running my fingers through my hair.
Thankfully, no one sees my distress as Blanche praises the scene. “That’ll do! Oh, that wasperfect! Wonderful job, Lucy darling. I dare say you’ve gotten our Sasha almost as flustered as I had Henry!”
At that, everyone turns to look at me, undeniably disheveled.Fuck, I have to get out of here.I stand, dumping the minx ofa woman from my lap as I leave the room. I don’t stop to say goodbye as I head for a cold shower. If I stop, I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.
After a cold shower and two rounds with my fist have failed to take off the edge, I decide to make a trip to Rendezvous. Maybethat’swhat’s been wrong with my dick lately. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks. It makes perfect sense that a certain little roommate of mine walking around in scraps of clothing would drive me wild.
I park in the back and make my way through the exhibition hall, getting a good look at what’s on the menu tonight before deciding what I want. To my dismay, nothing seems appetizing tonight. I pass room after room of scenes that would typically get me hard as fuck, but nothing is hitting. Sighing at the defeat, I head back to the offices to see if any of my old friends are working tonight. To my surprise, Ledger’s door is open.
I pop my head in, expecting to see his wife, Sloane, on his lap, but he’s alone. “Hey, boss man!”
Of all the Sinclairs, Ledger and I have bonded the most. Although he's ten years my senior, we have a lot in common. Before he met Sloane, he was allegedly even wilder than me. He’s tried to give me some lessons about being careful and slowing down, but his reasons for debauchery were much different than my own. “Have fun but be careful because you don’t want your past to bite your future self in the ass” doesn’thave the same ring to it when the odds of making it to thirty are low.
Ledger looks up from his computer and grins. “Sasha, great to see you, brother! What are you getting into tonight?”
I meet him by his desk for a hug before we both sit down. “I could ask you the same thing! Where’s Sloane? Don’t you have a rule about coming here without her?”
“Oh, she’s here.” He doesn’t give any more details than that, and judging by his smirk, I don’t want to know. “See anything you’re interested in? There are some good scenes tonight.”
Sighing, I grab a handful of gummies from his desk. “No. I walked through the hall, and you’re right, great scenes tonight. But nothing tickled my fancy.”
He raises a brow but doesn’t say anything as he takes a drink of his liquor.
“What?”
Setting down his glass, he shakes his head. “You just haven’t ever passed up an opportunity to play since you started coming here. It doesn’t sound like the Sasha I know. The Sasha who serviced a whole bacheloretteandbachelor party. Not stopping until everyone was satisfied even though you were chafed raw. Now you’re telling me you don’t even want to dip your toes in? I never would’ve passed up a chance to play at twenty-two years old. You’re too young for your dick to stop working, man. I think I was thirty before mine stopped. I remember that night well. I showed up at the club much like you did tonight, and nothing. Not a single woman interested me. Now I’m not into men like that, but I guess you didn’t see any of them who got you interested either. I didn’t figure out what was wrong with me until later that week when…oh fuck.”
I reach across the desk and grab a glass of liquor. Knowing Ledger, it’s probably some fancy scotch that’s supposed to be sipped and savored, but I don’t care. I shoot it down my throatand slam the glass back down on the wood. I half expect to be scolded, but when I look up, Ledger is looking at me like he’s in shock.
“What?” I ask.
“There’s a girl, isn’t there?”
I blink at him slowly, not saying anything becausehow the fuck would he know that?
“There is, isn’t there?” His expression has turned from shock to joy as he yells at me.
