I’d been so awestruck, I’d stopped moving, but maybe this was a reaction Scott was used to. He grasped one of my hands and guided it to him, gently urging me to touch him.
Don’t be afraid, his eyes seemed to say.
Which was sort of amusing to me. I wasn’t scared. I’d committed myself to the experience, and I was happy to be ‘all in.’ I’d only been living at the house for a couple of weeks and had already fulfilled some of my wildest fantasies.
It was exciting to think about how far I could go, if I could satisfy every single craving I had and discover all sorts of new ones too.
When I tightened my fist and dragged it down his dick, Scott’s lips parted to release a heavy breath. His fingers quickly went to the buttons of his shirt, undoing the bottom two so he could part the fabric out of my way.
The main camera was on a tripod in the corner of the room, angled so the viewer could see most of the backside of the desk. I swept my hair over my shoulder that was farther away from the lens, leaned forward, and ran the tip of my tongue in a line up the underside of his dick.
An appreciative sigh came from him, and his hands gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly, his knuckles went white. I licked my lips to moisten them, then opened my mouth and took him inside.
Goddamn, he was big.
I went as far down on him as I could, before slowly dragging my mouth back up to his tip.
“Yes,” he breathed.
I pushed down on him again, and the head of his dick was at the back of my throat when his wife’s voice filled my ear.
“Scott, can you angle another inch toward the camera? The armrest is blocking part of the shot.”
I didn’t have to do anything. He disguised the move by tangling a hand in my hair and pretending to control the speed of my blowjob. It was all for show; there was no tension in his hold as he shifted us subtly.
“Yes,” Nina said. “Perfect.”
It was wild to me she sounded so pleased when her husband’s dick was lodged in someone else’s mouth. But her voice was warm and happy.
I didn’t know Scott and Nina that well yet, but I’d seen nothing but proof they loved each other. That they were in love with each other. His gaze followed her whenever she was in the room, and she almost always had her hand laced with his. I’d never seen an adult couple so enamored with each other like they were two teenagers.
I’d told Jack that people in love didn’t sleep with other people, but maybe my mindset was too narrow. Just because I couldn’t sleep with other people while I was in love didn’t mean other people couldn’t do it.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being that comfortable with someone else, that confident they could be intimate with someone else while staying committed to me. It was impossible. Promises were made to be broken.
And I knew I couldn’t depend on anyone but myself.
Scott’s hand let go of my head, and his arm dropped heavily onto the desk. I pictured us as the scene Nina was seeing through the different cameras. Her husband in his glasses and tweed jacket, with his pants and part of his shirt undone while he leaned back in his chair.
My head bobbed, and his glossy dick disappeared between my rose-colored lips. Since I was on my knees, my flirty dress was back in place.
Did she like what she saw? Was she all alone in the editing room and turned on so much, she’d put a hand down her shorts and touch herself? Fuck, the idea turned my blood to lava, and I slid my mouth even faster on him.
But my heart froze when there was a loud knock on the door. I’d gotten so lost in my fantasy, it hadn’t registered when Nina called for Colin, and for a moment the scene became real. I was worried we were going to get caught.
I pulled my mouth away, letting his damp cock fall against his stomach, and even though I was hidden behind the desk, I turned my gaze in the direction of the door.
“Yes?” Scott asked loudly.
It wasn’t an invitation, but it was interpreted as one. The door creaked open, and footsteps rang out as the person entered. Even though I couldn’t see him, I sensed his presence. The air in the room changed, charging with static electricity.
Colin.
FOURTEEN
Madison
There was a camera near the door which gave a similar view to the one Colin was likely seeing. He’d walked in to discover his ‘professor’ seated behind his desk. Maybe he thought the way the man was angled was just a casual pose, and not that he was using the desk to try to hide how his pants were undone or that he wasn’t alone.