We stepped into the apartment and the door closing behind us echoed in my brain. The place was completely silent. What a rare thing.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” Tate sang loudly from behind me. He had read my thoughts and was messing with me. I shot him a dirty look and he laughed.
“Are you nervous? Don’t be.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. He gently helped me remove my oversized cardigan. His lips quickly replaced his hands, kissing my bare neck and then shoulder. I shivered and my core pulsated with the rhythm of his kisses. Oh, God.
As if literally in my head, listening to my thoughts, Tate reached a hand around and cupped my mound.
“I want you spread eagled on our bed for all the world to see. Nothing but the ink on your skin and my rings on your finger.”
My heart stopped momentarily as I imagined what he wanted. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, letting his hands roam over my clothes.
“What are you going to do with it? The video,” I asked.
“I don’t know about you, but I kind of like the idea of other people watching you to get off. I know seeing you lose control as you’re riding my cock is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. It makes me come every time.” His chuckle rumbled against my body. His words were almost more erotic than his hands. Hearing him talk to me like this was such a turn on, he didn’t even need to touch me to get me ready for him.
“Will you let me? Say yes,” he pleaded in my ear, nibbling it as he did so. “I want this so bad.”
“Okay,” I whispered. He released me and I let out a long breath. I was really going to do this. Holy fuck.Ho. Ly. Fuck.I wasn’t sure if my heart was trying to escape my chest out of fear or excitement.
Tate didn’t say a word after I agreed. The apartment was filled with a thick, deafening silence. I could hear my heart in my ears. The blood pumping through my veins, nervous about what was to come.
With one large, swooping motion Tate lifted me off the ground and took me to my bedroom. I squealed when he picked me up and strode across the room. He was a man on a mission. I looked up at him, his face was hard and full of concentration.
He let me go for just a moment to open my door. He thrust it open and stormed in. Placing me on the floor he took a step back, and maintaining full eye contact he put his hand behind his back and removed his shirt in one swift movement. I bit my lower lip, admiring his partially naked body.
He was slim, but his muscles were toned in such a way that he was built without looking obnoxious for his frame. Tattoos covered his entire front from his neck all the way down, past the deep V leading into his jeans. Reds and blacks were bright on his pale skin. The art beautifully done. Monsters, flowers, and ocean waves swirled together to create a piece of art that no one else but him had. My gaze started at his head and went down, and then back up again. When my eyes reached his I blushed furiously. His face was full of amusement. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“See something you want?”
“Indeed,” I laughed. I backed up slowly, eventually bumping into my bed. I leaned against it, placing my hands behind me on the mattress. He slipped off his socks and shoes and then began moving around the room. He closed my bathroom door and flicked the light off. I was confused at first, until he hurried over to my standing lamp and clicked it on. The lighting was much dimmer than the harsh light coming from my ceiling.
He then pulled out his phone and connected to my speakers. I wondered for an instant what he was going to put on. What was good for making a sex tape? My stomach dropped, remembering what we were doing. Nervousness swelled inside my chest again. Could I really do this? Or would I freeze up the moment he yelled, “Action!”.
Drums started up through the speakers, soon followed by a guitar riff that could only come from one decade. Apparently, Tate was still enjoying his 80’s rock playlist. I was too, actually. Something about the overextended guitar solos and the passionate vocals singing about rough, obnoxious sex was inviting. I could totally make a tape to a power ballad.
If Tate noticed my nerves, he didn’t acknowledge it. He went about picking up things, organizing some of the space around the bed. I gulped when he patted it like it was a horse, encouraging me to climb on top. Taking off my shoes, I did so slowly, as if I could get bucked off at any moment.
I sat up, expecting him to join me but he was still moving around the room. I stretched my legs out and watched as he worked. His face was full of expert concentration. His actions were so rigid and mechanical I wondered if this wasn’t his first time doing something like this.
“Have you ever done this before? With other girls,” I asked rather sheepishly. I knew that his past was riddled with so many partners he wasn’t able to give an exact number, but surely he’d remember doing something like this with another person. He stopped walking and turned to look at me, incredulity in his eyes.
“Never.” His hard expression forced me to look away. He was at my side in an instant, reaching for my hand. I closed my eyes. “Jimmy, look at me. Open your eyes please.” When I didn’t do as he asked, he touched my chin gently and turned my head. Only then did I open my eyes to look at him.
“You’re nervous. Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know how to... look good,” I revealed. He blinked and a small smile slid over his perfect face.
“What? Like posing? Baby, I can do all that. It’s all about angles. Plus, you have literally nothing to worry about. You are so incredibly sexy. You don’t need to be naked to get a man off. Fuck, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve helped myself to the image of you in those short dresses. Look, if this isn’t your thing, we won’t do it. I just thought it’d be something fun for me and you to do together.”
“Just me and you? You promise you’ve never done this with anyone else?” I knew my question was stupid, but I wanted to be the only one for something. I didn’t have the chance for many of those with Tate. He chuckled and nodded.
“Just me and you. Do you want to do this?” He looked me directly in the eyes and waited for my response. This time when I answered I felt more confident in my answer. I nodded.
“Yes. I do.”
He kissed me quickly then hopped back off the bed.
“Everything is ready, we just have to set up the uh, camera.” He suddenly became bashful. I giggled as he rubbed his neck and gave me an awkward smile.
