Chapter 35: Lights, Camera, Action (1)
"Since you’ve agreed, we can do it now."
Max watched her get up, adjust the camera, and start to take her clothes off. He saw how clinical she was about it all, and quite frankly, it turned him off. The small interest he had gotten died in the next moment.
He put the paper down and took a breath. He started removing his clothes. As he removed his pants, he started thinking about the past few nights with Meredith and Rebecca. It was the only thing that could get him hard at the moment.
Thinking about their willingness to let him do whatever he wanted to them. Thinking about what he might be able to do next time.
It worked.
His shaft sprang free from his jeans, thick and heavy. He walked towards the bed, ignoring the cameras.
They ended up in the same position as last time, with his shaft between her legs. This time he didn’t pretend to be asleep. He listened to her heavy breathing.
"Are you sure about this?" He didn’t want to end up being punched in the face.
"I want to try," she said. "After last time..."
"Last time?" Max asked.
"You..." she paused. "You fell asleep last time and used your thighs to have an orgasm."
Max breathed in sharply. His body, which had been beside hers, pulled away.
"I’m sorry. I didn’t realize. I was wondering why it felt so strange after I woke up last time."
She didn’t turn to face him. If she did, Max would see her face was fire engine red.
"It’s fine," she said, voice barely a whisper. "I enjoyed it."
Damn right you enjoyed it. You were soaked. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought my dick had taken a shower
Max moved towards her tentatively, placing his displaced shaft between her legs again.
"I really am sorry."
She hummed.
They lay there, cameras running, not doing anything. Max didn’t know how much longer he could keep this erection. If she didn’t move, then he would.
Another minute passed before he made the decision.
He bucked his hips, rubbing his shaft against her lower lips. He continued until he could feel her wetness coating his length. He pressed his lips against the curve of her neck. She shivered.
He ran his tongue up the side of her neck with a hand placed on her stomach.
She let out a breathy sound. His lips met her shoulder, and he continued working his shaft between her legs. Her head fell back, and she moaned.
"You’re wet," he said. The words were soft, but they echoed in the room.
"I know," her voice cracked. "And you’re awake."
"If you need me to stop, tell me."
Max’s jaw tightened. He began to remember the previous encounter and how he was a hairsbreath away from burying himself inside her.
Now he had a very vivid image in his mind. Of her being bent over the bed. Him, burying himself inside her. He had been wondering for two years what she felt like.
Today he would have that chance. If they could get past the rubbing.
His movements were small and controlled. Her felt her legs open, and his shaft slid closer to her clit, dragging through her lower lips. He swore he could feel her core reach out to touch his shaft.
Liliana’s hips jerked.
"Ahh-" Her voice was high and breathy.
He was leaking now, his precum mixing with her slickness. The feeling of being on the edge but not being able to leap was unbearable.
Through his hoarse voice, Max said, "Let me put it in. Just the tip. You tell me if it’s too much."
Liliana’s body went rigid for half a second, then she nodded.
"Use your words."
"Yes, I want you to put it in."
Max positioned himself; they were still on their side. The heat from her core radiated on the head of his shaft.
The head of his shaft entered, and Max gritted his teeth, telling himself not to do anything rash. He was here to be therapy dick. He was getting paid to heal her. Now wasn’t the time for his own desire.
He repeated to himself over and over as he slid inside her.
The first inch was amazing. Max’s hand gripped her waist hard, unbeknownst to him. Liliana made a small sound, and her body stiffened.
"Breathe," Max instructed. "Breathe through it."
"I’m breathing," she said, sounding nasally. "I’m-" she moaned.
He paused. The walls of her cunt were fluttering around him. They held the head of his cock like a vice, and Max’s hips bucked faintly.
Max marvelled to himself that this took a lot of self-control. He was encouraging her to breathe, but he felt he needed someone coaching him too. He was barely inside her, but she was already gripping him and trying to pull him deeper.
Her rutted against her opening, giving her time to adjust, begging anything in the universe that could hold him back from plunging inside her to come and hold him steady.
"More?" he asked.
"Yes," she responded.
Max pushed upward, and he sank deeper inside her. He could hear her whispering ’yes, yes’ as if reluctant to let him hear.
Hearing the way she sounded, he didn’t ask for further permission. He slowly sank inside her. He was halfway in when he lifted her leg. She didn’t resist as he slid deeper. Her head dropped back.
"Oh my-fuck."
"Too much?" Max asked, stopping.
"No, not too much. Don’t stop."
Max closed his eyes. He counted backwards from ten. When he opened his eyes again, he was buried inside her, and she was trembling like a leaf.
"Tell me what you need. Remember, you’re in control."
He hated to say it, but ultimately it was the truth. He was here only because he was useful.
"Okay," she responded.
He felt the rhythmic squeeze of her cunt. His shaft twitched in response. She let out shallow breaths, and Max waited.
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