Page 5 of The Heat of Us

Ryder

Sorry, too far? Fully respect if you want to stick with solo work. Obviously working very well for you. But a collab could take us both to the next level.

The thing is, my subscribers did ask for it. A lot. Some were not polite about it. Telling me to ride a real cock and usually offering theirs. But my nicer, more respectful subscribers would ask if I would branch out into partner work.

I’ll think about it.

Once the seed had been planted it started to feel like a foregone conclusion. We chatted more and found out that not only did we reside in the same state but he was less than 20 minutes away. The conversation was always around what a hypothetical collaboration between us might look like. Ryder would phrase things like “if we went ahead you could come film at my place” and I would retort that my equipment was way better than his. Planning and hammering out details while pretending that wasn’t what we were doing.

Every new video Ryder posted brought me closer to saying yes. Finally, he released a twenty minute long instructional video describing how he wanted the viewer to rub their pussy to orgasm, all while stroking his leaking cock.

I gave it a one-handed viewing — twice — and messaged him immediately after.

I’m in.

Ryder

Fuck yes.

Ryder Hard and Sierra Echo. Two peas in a very suggestive pod.

And now he was in my apartment. Looking at me like all he needed was a single, wispy exhale from my lips to absolutely ravage me.

I let my head fall to one side and lift slightly, like I was about to kiss him. Ryder’s breath skipped, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

“I’d love to pop your cherry, Ryder Hard,” I said with as much huskiness as I could muster. “Right after I get changed.”

Then I walked straight out the nest, stuck my tongue out at him before shutting the door in his face.

I slipped into the bathroom next door, undressed and freshened up. I inspected my nude body to make sure it was camera ready (errant nose hair: plucked, random leg bruise from my couch: concealed, pubes: still lasered off) and got dressed. On went a cheap pair of grey leggings over my bare pussy and a tight, cropped white T-shirt. My light brown nipples were completely visible through the thin fabric and I pulled the neckline down even more until my cleavage was appropriately displayed.

Ryder’s head snapped up when I reentered the nest.

“Fuck. Is all of it…?”

“Careful with my wig.” I chose that moment to adjust my breasts some more, lifting them high before letting them bounce back down. “But you can ruin everything else.”

He swayed, taking an involuntary step forward. His fist curled as he stopped himself in time. I could see his hard length distending his sweatpants.

“Start rolling. Now.”

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HAZEL

Ryder didn’t move a single muscle. His eyes tracked my movements and I could feel his alpha predator rising. I hit record on my main camera and the mic before making sure Ryder’s POV cam was within reach. I settled myself into the nest while checking my position on the monitor. My face wasn’t in frame but I was sure once Ryder got his hands on me it would be. No matter, I could crop it out if it was close enough to the edge or blur it if it wasn’t.

I locked eyes with Ryder and slowly moved my knees apart, giving the camera and him a view of the small patch of slick that had already darkened the crotch of my leggings. His pupils expanded as my perfume filled the space between us. His chest heaved from the exertion of holding himself back.

I’d been told my scent was paradise and sin.

Ryder looked ready for both.

“Come into my nest, alpha.”

He was all over me. One hand immediately found my throat and I made a noise of appreciation as his hand tightened. The other cupped my ass and pulled, grinding my wet centre over his rock hard length. Our eyes caught and there was a moment of hesitation. We’d agreed kissing was fine but to keep it to a minimum. Kissing was intimacy and this was work. I tipped my chin up towards him in permission and his lips were on mine moments later.

Ryder kissed me like he was only ever going to do it once. I lost myself a little in how soft his lips were, the taste and fiery scent of him.

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