“Nice to meet you. We should all go out this weekend.” Jake’s smile had bounced back and it was like he was never upset. Ruslan gave him a much grumpier nod than necessary.
Jake waved and walked off toward his trailer, and I rubbed Ruslan’s hand as the setting sun washed over us and painted pinks and purples across the sky. The area was beautiful, and I could totally see werewolves roaming the land surrounding the well-cared-for old house.
“That was very macho of you.”
Ruslan turned and hugged me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He hesitated with his lips hovering over mine. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I said with a laugh.
He captured my mouth with his, and I sank into the kiss. A few people came out of the door behind us talking, but we didn’t stop, and no one said a word to us. When he backed off, I smiled up into his face.
“Where am I taking you tonight?” He caressed his thumb over my cheek.
I groaned. “No, you’re not talking me into going anywhere. I am really too tired. My first day of filming was a lot, and I need to go over my lines for tomorrow, even though Jake just keeps telling me he wings it.” I shuddered at the idea. He’d been in Hollywood for half his life, so maybe he could get away with that stuff, but I would never feel comfortable with anything less than fully studying my lines.
“Okay, then let me take care of you here.” Ruslan turned us toward my dinky trailer, and I snuggled in at his side. Once we were through the door, it was only about three steps to the fridge, and I yanked it open. Inside were bags of salad, and I didn’t even bother going for a bowl. I just ripped one open and started picking out the strips of chicken to eat them.
Ruslan laughed. “You’re starving. It’s a good thing today’s scenes were filmed before your character turns into a werewolf or you would’ve had three hours of makeup to sit through as well.”
I nearly cried at the idea. “Something to look forward to.”
Ruslan rustled around in the fridge, and when he was done, he held a box of pizza from last night, which I’d ordered after we had our initial meet and greet between the cast and crew. With a flourish, he tossed the box onto the small, booth-style table. He waved like he was presenting a prize on a game show as he opened the lid. I plopped down the salad and picked up a slice, not even caring that it was cold.
“Beer in the fridge,” I mumbled around my food.
He laughed and nodded, and less than a minute later we both had bottles cracked open and destroyed the rest of the pizza. When I was done, I got up and went over to flop on the double bed, which barely fit the space, and took up most of the room on that end of the trailer. My feet were still on the floor, but I was too lazy to move. Ruslan dropped onto the bed and smiled at me. He rolled onto his side and rested his head on his fist, then tickled his fingers under my shirt. I huffed and slapped at him.
“No. I’m too tired.”
He slid to the floor on his knees and moved around until he was between my spread thighs. I slid my hands under my head. There was no way I could take my eyes off him, and my cock responded when he slid his hands along my legs.
“Let me take care of you. All you need to do is lie back and enjoy.”
My laughter transformed into a whimper when he bent forward and nuzzled his face against my crotch. Ruslan liked to be in control, and while a lot of people might consider giving head to be a submissive act, it never was with him. He spread my legs farther, and I bit my lip as my cock plumped and pressed against my zipper.
He toyed with my belt buckle, then slowly began to undo it as he planted kisses along my lower belly. I was starting to sweat and having trouble staying still by the time he popped the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper. I began to sit up, but he rested a palm on my chest and pressed me back down.
“No, I’m doing this for you,” he murmured, and the smile he blasted me with could sell literally anything on the planet. My gut clenched and all I could think about was the throbbing of my cockhead and how much I wanted him to touch me.
“Please, Ruslan?”
He got to his feet to bend down over me and punish my mouth with his hungry lips. I panted and held on for dear life. It was as if a starter’s pistol only he could hear had been fired. I was dazed when he stopped kissing me and dropped to his knees again. He dragged my cock out through the slit in my boxers and sucked the whole way down my shaft. The heat and pleasure destroyed me in one fell swoop and I bucked off the bed, trying to get more.
Ruslan held me down, and I moaned and struggled. A sharp thrill raced through my belly. He popped up to suck on my cockhead, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer as much as I could. I strained, but I couldn’t get past his strength. I collapsed against the bed, and he followed me down until my cock was nudging against the back of his throat. Then it went in and the exquisite tease of pressure on the most sensitive spot on my body melted my brain.
“Ruslan,” I yelled, and I didn’t care if anyone could hear me.
He sucked up along my shaft and swirled his tongue around the head—that was it. My stomach muscles clenched and my thighs trembled. I hissed through the waves of tension that uncoiled in my body. Ecstasy rushed me as he drank down my cum. I lay there exhausted.
“Do you consider yourself properly cared for?” Ruslan asked and winked at me.
I swatted in his direction, and he laughed.
There was a knock on the door, and he was quick to tuck me away. I grimaced through the discomfort of having my half-hard cock trapped in my pants. He left me there and answered the door. Willcox came in. His gaze landed on me and he immediately turned around.
“Sir, you’re needed in the city.”
“Fine,” Ruslan said, but he didn’t sound happy about it. Willcox nodded and went out again.
