Page 4 of The Heat of Us

Ryder lifted the corner of his upper lip to show me he already had them on. Little clear plastic moulds fitted over the canines and several surrounding teeth. I wasn’t in heat, so the likelihood of him wanting to bite me and me being filled with all the happy, content hormones required for the bond to form was low.

Still, better safe than sorry.

Once he was satisfied with the mic position, he straightened up and pulled a folded piece of paper out from his back pocket. “Here’s my results. All negative,” Ryder said, holding it out towards me. “I can show you the email on my phone as well so you can see that it’s from pathology but I’d rather keep my real identity separate to…this.” He made a vague sort of gesture at the room.

Fair enough. I fished my own test results out and presented it to him with the name portion folded down on top.

“Birth control is sorted on my end as well, obviously. I get the shot. Is the scene list I sent you ok?” I asked as he quickly scanned the page.

He nodded. “You open to improvising a bit as well?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged. “If the opportunity to divert presents itself in the scene and we’re both into it, I’m fine with seeing where it takes us.”

“We can use the traffic light system to check in.”

“Works for me.”

Ryder stepped closer, his hand resting familiarly on my hip. “That was very professional of us, wasn’t it?” His voice was low and smoky as his thumb caressed the tiny slash of exposed skin along my waist.

“Very.” It was annoying that that’s all it took for me to sound downright asthmatic. “Could’ve sworn you’ve done this for years.”

“I haven’t. First time.”

“Me too.”

“You ready to pop my cherry, Sierra Echo?”

Sierra Echo XXX. I wasn’t Hazel Wu in this room. This was Sierra’s nest. She had a long (tax-deductible) pink wig and used the long strands to cover her eyes and face (not the lips of course, as they would sometimes be busy). Nothing made her happier than pleasuring herself for her legions of OmegaFans subscribers. Because goodness her pussy was always wet and she was just constantly horny and had so many slick-stained panties she needed taken off her hands.

Hey, I never said Sierra was realistic.

I couldn’t remember how long Ryder had been subscribed to me before I subscribed back. But when I finally did, it was like opening a very filthy Pandora’s Box. I told myself I was merely doing research by watching through his entire playlist. Then I ended up sending him a message while still high off my orgasm oxytocin.

You made me come very hard, thank you.

Before I could take it back or figure out how to delete it, he replied.

Ryder

You’re welcome. I feel like I owe you a cut of my earnings from the amount of times I’ve had your videos playing while I jerked off.

I sell my slick panties if you want the full experience.

I added a kiss emoji out of habit. And a little raindrop emoji. ’Cause, you know.

Ryder

Oh no, sweetheart. The full experience would be me earning that slick.

I tossed my phone down with a snort. Then picked it up two seconds later once a snappy comeback had materialised.

Cute. Do you say that to all the girls?

Ryder

Only the one I’ve been dying to collab with.

I stared at the words and could not stop myself from imagining what that would look like. Riding that cock, taking his knot and feeling his cum drip out of me for hours after.

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