It’s the most certain he’s sounded about anything all night, and I’m half-hard in my joggers now. I’m sure he could tell if he looked down, but he’s holding my gaze, as if he’s challenging me to disagree with him and tell him he’s too young or too naive to know what he wants. And I’ll admit, it’s exactly what I would have done until he transformed into this confident, determined man who’s so sure of himself. It’s impressive, honestly. It’s what has me deciding on the spot that I want to do this collab. I want to see what kind of content we could make together, and I want to know yesterday.
He’s still watching me, waiting for my response. I take a long pull from my wine glass for courage, tipping my head back to lean against the couch and giving him my best bedroom eyes as I relax deeper into the cushions and casually palm my thickening cock. His gaze flashes to the movement, and his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, breath hitching.
“Well, get over here and let’s see what you’ve got, then.”
4
RILEY
Iblink in surprise, my confidence faltering just a bit. It feels like all the oxygen has been sucked from the room, and all I can hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears. If this is my one chance to prove to Luke Larson that I’m ready for this, that I can get on his level, and that he should want to collab with me, I’m going to take the bull by the horns and give it everything I’ve got. Even if my stomach suddenly feels like it’s home to an ocean in the middle of a storm. This is what I came here for. This is my wildest dream come to life.
Setting my wine glass on the coffee table, I slowly rise and lean the short distance over him, placing both hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head and lowering myself until our faces are only inches apart, our breath quickening and mingling together. “Is this what you had in mind?” I croon, placing my right knee on the couch against his left thigh and feeling the slight shudder that runs through his body as we make physical contact. The idea that he’s as affected by me as I am him has me dizzy with arousal.
“Sure…but is this the best you can do?” His voice has taken on a deep, sultry timbre that’s so unlike his usual upbeat, happylilt. There is something unabashedly queer about his casual speaking voice that I’ve been a little in love with since the first time I watched one of his “day in the life” reels, but this, that he’s giving me now? This is his bedroom voice, and it’s been the soundtrack to some of my dirtiest fantasies for years. Hearing it in person sends a jolt of electricity straight down my spine, the buzz settling in my balls.
His tongue peeks out to slowly glide across his lower lip as his dark eyes flick between mine. There’s a challenge in his gaze, and I meet it by gently lowering to close the distance between us and run the tip of my nose along the bridge of his. It’s an invitation, and he accepts immediately, gently pressing his lips to mine in a chaste but firm kiss. My entire body responds, heat emanating from where our mouths connect and into each of my extremities in a slow, rolling wave until even the tips of my ears are burning with anticipation. His fingertips brush lightly along my sides until his hands come to rest on my waist, and he pulls me gently down so that I’m settled atop his lap, my erection lined up along his. I gasp at the feel of him, breaking our kiss. The air around us is sizzling with tension, and I have to close my eyes and take a few deep breaths to regain some semblance of composure before I embarrass myself.
A gentle laugh echoes in his chest, and he squeezes my hips lightly. “Well. That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathe, smiling down at him. “So did I pass the test?”
“Ohh yes,” he chuckles, reaching one hand up to carefully brush a lock of hair off my forehead. The move is so intimate that it steals my breath for a moment.Thisis why I’ve always enjoyed watching him. The way he seems to connect with his partners feels so real, free of any of the pretense or over-the-top acting that’s so common in porn. And when Nathan St. James films him, the result is some of the most erotic, voyeuristic contentI’ve ever seen. The idea that I get to be in a scene with Luke filmed by Nathan for my very first collab has me wondering if this is all just a fever dream and I’ll wake up at any moment in my old bedroom back home.
“So”—Luke’s voice breaks me out of the fog our kiss left me in—“did you have anything in particular in mind for this scene? What do you like? Any hard limits?”
“Umm, I guess I’m open to whatever,” I mumble, suddenly embarrassed that I haven’t given any thought at all to any of the practicalities of this collab. “No hard limits, I don’t think? I don’t think I like watersports, but I’ve never tried it. I’m pretty open to anything. And I’ll only work with partners who are sober.”
A single dark eyebrow raises in interest at that. His gaze slides pointedly to our wine glasses. “Like…straight edge?”
“No, nothing like that,” I amend quickly. “I don’t mind if people want to drink or do whatever on their own time. But for me, it’s an issue of consent. I don’t want there to be any question on the part of performers or viewers that everyone was one hundred percent consenting to anything that happens on camera. You wouldn’t show up to your office job wasted, so why show up for this one out of your mind, right? It’s important to me to be fully present for whatever is happening in the moment. I want to experience everything clearly, and not through the haze of inebriation.”
Luke nods, looking kind of impressed at my logic. He asks me a few more questions about my preferences (I’ll try anything at least once), sexual health (negative test results before I left home and on PrEP), and experience (the one boyfriend and several casual hookups), and I have to make a conscious effort to ignore his hard body beneath me and focus on his words instead. When he asks me if I prefer to top or bottom, I realize that I’ve never actually seen him bottom. I tell him that I’m vers but have mostly bottomed, and I’m dying to ask if he’s ever bottomed fora scene, but I chicken out. I kind of assumed he would top me anyway, and I am definitely not mad about it.
“Sounds like we’re doing this then,” Luke declares with a wry smile, running his hands down to caress my thighs almost affectionately. Goosebumps break out along my skin where he touches me. “Should we film a little teaser for our pages?” He glances back at the coffee table, where our mostly full wine glasses sit. “Unless you’re not comfortable with that? I don’t want to break your only rule.”
“No, that’s okay,” I assure him. “Neither one of us has had enough yet to even be tipsy. What sort of teaser did you have in mind?” I definitely did not come to this meeting prepared to get fucked. Which, in hindsight, was probably pretty stupid. Of course he would want to film something to post and get the hype going. I’ve been so focused on not seeming so green at all this, and now I might as well be wearing a flashing neon sign that says:this idiot doesn’t know what he’s doing.
“Just some kissing and feeling each other up.” Luke wraps one strong arm around me and pulls me close to keep from sliding off his lap as he leans over to grab a remote from the end table and dim the overhead lights, then shifts his hips up into mine so he can reach his phone in his back pocket. “Can’t give away too much, you know? With Nathan filming and your debut collab, this one’s going to be pay-per-view for sure.” He settles back into the couch, dropping his arm from around my waist. I ignore the urge to reach over and put it back. “We want to tease just enough so people will want to buy the full video when we post it.”
“How do you decide which videos to include in the subscription fee and which ones to do pay-per-view?” I ask, curious. I’ve done some research on my own about the best ways to run a Fanboy page, but what better way to learn than having a pro literally in my lap?
“Oh, that’s all Jessica’s doing. She’s my PA, and she rocks. She monitors all my messages, too, and bumps anything to the top that she thinks I need to see or reply to personally. She could probably steal my identity with everything she knows about me at this point, and she knows how to make her message replies sound just like me.” He snorts, shaking his head in amusement. “One time, I had her answer an email to Nate, and he couldn’t even tell the difference. I’ll get you her contact info; she can get your page set up so everything runssosmoothly.”
His gaze narrows in on me, and his lips turn up in a smile that’s almost predatory, making my cock throb with want. His dark eyes lock with mine as he opens the camera app on his phone. “Now…where were we?”
Before I can overthink it and psych myself out, I take that beautiful jaw in both hands and smash our mouths together, sliding my tongue along Luke’s lower lip and making a surprised little noise as he opens to me and his tongue tangles with mine. His movements are slow and sensual, as if he’s savoring the taste of me, and I revel in the scratch of his stubble along my jaw. Rolling my hips, I grind my cock against his and swallow the soft moan he feeds me. My hands are exploring without my permission—his shoulders, his biceps, his chest, his abs—and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m breaking our kiss to slide his hoodie up and over his head. I bite down on my lower lip as I drink in the sight of him, broad chest flushed and panting, that silver bar in his nipple glinting in the ambient light. His eyes are dark with lust as he watches me, and I’m vaguely aware of the phone pointed in our direction, the eye of the camera getting me even hotter.
“You’re gorgeous,” I whisper, one hand trailing down his neck to settle between his pecs. His eyes flash briefly with something I can’t decipher as he pulls my lips to his again.
I allow my hands to continue to roam freely as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth he can reach, delighting in the soft little whine he lets out when I brush the backs of my knuckles up his chest and over his piercing. Pinching the barbell between my thumb and forefinger, I give it a gentle tug. I’m rewarded with another whimper and a buck of his hips up into mine before he breaks away from me with a gasp, stopping the camera and tossing the phone onto the couch cushion. “I think that should be enough of a tease for them,” he says breathlessly, dropping his head back against the couch and running shaky hands through his thick hair.
“I’m not sure I’ve had my fill yet,” I murmur against his mouth, placing a soft kiss to one corner of his lips teasingly, then to the other side, nipping at his stubbled chin as I kiss along his jaw and down the column of his neck. I suck gently on his Adam’s apple and revel in the soft, high-pitched noise that vibrates against my lips. I didn’t expect him to be so pliant, but he’s practically gone limp beneath me, seemingly content to let me explore his body with my mouth. I figured after watching so many videos of him over the years, I’d have a handle on what his preferences might be. Now I’m not so sure. He’s full of surprises tonight.
“So what doyoulike?” I ask as I continue my exploration, licking along his collarbone.
“This,” he groans, running his fingers through my hair. His head is still tipped back, and his eyes are closed, and a zing of pleasure races through me at the knowledge that I have this effect on him. I can feel his cock beneath mine, and I’m certain he’s just as hard as I am. Chemistry is certainly not going to be an issue between us. “How are you so good at this?”
I smile against his skin, inhaling the fresh, clean scent lingering from his earlier shower. Like the forest after itrains. “I’ve never done porn, that doesn’t mean I’m completely inexperienced. I’m no blushing bride.”
