He pushes into me, and I let out a short gasp, the fullness of the stretch sublime buta lotto take. With his eyes locked on my face, he keeps going, slow and steady but totally in control.
The idea of handing control over to him does something to me. My breathing evens out, and my hole relaxes, welcoming him in.
"How's that?" he asks once he's fully inside me.
"So good," I say, cradling his face as I kiss the man who's touching a part of me no one ever has before. I already know this is going to be an experience I won't ever forget.
Scooter starts rocking his hips, the friction of his cock sliding against my inner walls unleashing fireflies of pleasure throughout my entire body. I'm momentarily incapacitated. The only thing I can do is keep on kissing him while my body lies still beneath his.
But after I've had some time to acclimate, my body starts sending a message my brain hears loud and clear. I want more.
Ineedmore.
We change positions so I'm riding him cowboy style. Then we stand as he fucks me against one wall. Then another. Then the door. When my legs start trembling, we tumble back to where it all started, the mattress dipping with a loud creak as we crash onto it.
"Gonna come," Scooter grits out.
"Good." I cradle the sides of his face, his beard soft under my palms. "Fill me up."
And, boy, does he ever, his warm release tickling my insides, setting me off as well. I barely touch my dick before spurts of cum shoot out of it, my body bucking as an endless wave of pleasure surges through me.
Our double-fire panting gives way to focused concentration when Scooter says, "I'm going to pull out, okay?"
I nod, unable to speak, biting my lip when he leaves me, my body immediately aching for him, missing him as if he's been woven into me forever.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, lying down beside me, propped up on his elbow.
"That was…" That's as far as I can get.
He grins. "Not bad for an old man?"
"Yeah," I manage between ragged breaths.
He doesn't say anything else but instead, cuddles me. I close my eyes, sinking into the warmth of his body and the safety of the afterglow. I'd love to fall asleep like this. Actually, I'd prefer to never move again and stay here forever.
But I can't.
Production will kill me if they ever find out I was in Scooter's room at all.
Catching myself right before I drift off to sleep, I shake my head, say "That was amazing, but I have to go," and get up and tiptoe down the hallway back to my bedroom.
9
Scooter
The rest of the season continues with plenty of snark on camera and plenty of sparks in my bedroom late at night. As much as I'm enjoying our nightly rendezvous, the more they go on, the more my internal conflict about all things Cabot builds.
I'm developing real feelings for him while at the same time, hardening in my hatred of Riff and huuugely uncomfortable with the fact that him blackmailing Cabot is the reason he came into my life in the first place.
The whole situation is one almighty headfuck, and because I can't confide in any of my castmates since the less they know the better, I call up my buddies back home for a group chat to do something I've only ever done a handful of times over the years—ask fortheirhelp and advice.
I grew up with Courtland, Buzz, and Cyrus and love and trust them more than anyone in the world. They've got my back, just like I've got theirs.
Court's a doctor, Buzz a firefighter. They were 'best friends' for forever before getting their shit together and finally admitting to themselves what we've all known for years: that they're in love with each other. They've settled down and are now raising their beautiful son, Brock.
And Cyrus? He's a supermodel—as in that's literally his job. Hands down one of the nicest, most caring, and sensitive people you'll ever meet. Not to mention easy on the eye. Too bad his love life is pure chaos. I do not like his Italian agent, who I suspect is more than just that, one bit. The way he treats Cy is a huge red flag for me, but I'm treading lightly because I suspect there's more going on underneath the surface, which is why Cyrus is being all coy about it.
Normally there are three squares on my screen when we chat, but since Cyrus is back in Clovelly and hanging out with Courtland and Buzz, the screen is split in two, and they're sitting bunched in nice and close to each other.
