Page 8 of Too Many Beds

They stepped onto the set, standing beside the first bed as Brandt called action.

This bed had a sleek, modern design with a minimalist frame made of dark wood on low-profile legs, giving it a sturdy, elegant appearance. Crisp white sheets were neatly tucked around it.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Kodiak said. “For this medium-firm mattress, we’re testing to make sure it’s at the optimal height for a blow job.”

Storm huffed before grumbling, “Fine. But I’m straight, so I’m not going to enjoy it.”

He threw himself down to sit on the edge of the bed. His arms were crossed over his chest, but his legs were nice and wide so Ryder could settle between them. For all his protesting, his dick was having a harder time staying in character as Ryder knelt before him.

Ryder meekly wrapped his hand around Storm’s thick shaft, his parted lips hovering over the tip peeking out of its foreskin. He glanced up at Storm and saw the amber flare of his wolf in his eyes. Their gazes locked, and heat rushed through Ryder.

How well would Storm be able to keep up this feigned indifference, pretending this wasn’t exactly what he wanted, that he wasn’t enjoying every second he was in Ryder’s mouth? Rydersuppressed a wicked grin, opting instead for a timid lick that made Storm’s jaw clench at the tease.

After a few more licks that had Storm’s abs jumping, Ryder stretched his mouth open as wide as it would go, exaggerating the movement as he leaned down to take Storm in.

Storm’s arms shot out, his hands fisting in Ryder’s hair to stop him. “Teeth! Teeth!” he squeaked, the note of panic in his voice too real to be acting.

“Oh.” Ryder made his eyes big and innocent. “Sorry. Is this not how I’m supposed to do it?”

Storm scowled at him. “Lips, not teeth. It’s not a chew toy.”

Ryder fought back his amusement, but when he lowered his head, his teeth were safely behind his lips. Inch by inch, he took Storm deeper, pulling off a few times like he couldn’t figure out how to handle Storm’s dick as it thickened to full hardness.

His character was a fast learner though, because as soon as he’d managed to suck Storm all the way down, he got the off-camera signal to do things properly.

He smoothed his hands up the inside of Storm’s thighs, pushing them farther apart, loving the ripple of energy against his palms, how it seemed to dance under his touch. He’d never understood when mages said shifter energy was appealing, but now he absolutely did. It sang to him, luring him in with its sweet siren song. He wanted to draw it into himself, to channel it, to see what he could do with that power.

Ryder hummed around the head of Storm’s cock, his hand stroking the shaft with a deftness that would never pass as amateur. He swirled his tongue, sucking and licking with purpose until Storm let out a choked-off moan.

So much for being straight. He’d smirk about making Storm break character so quickly, but his mouth was already occupied.

Kodiak muttered to himself, taking notes on his clipboard and leaning in to inspect Ryder’s work. He nodded and looked atStorm. “Check the bed is the right height for you to thrust into his mouth.”

Storm didn’t need to be told twice. He tangled his fingers in Ryder’s hair as he fucked his face, setting a quick rhythm that had Ryder’s hands gripping his thighs.

Damn, this was good. How long would Storm last like this? Could he fuck Ryder’s mouth until his jaw ached? Would he return the favor after he came down Ryder’s throat?

Unfortunately, they didn’t get to find out during this scene.

“Cut!” Brandt called. “On to the second bed!”

Storm groaned as Ryder let him slip from his lips.

Mouth finally free, Ryder smirked up at him. “This bed really is ideal for a blow job.”

“Let’s see if you’re so smug after the next bed.”

Given the position they’d be in, Ryder was more than confident he would be.

Chapter Five

Storm

Ryder’s ass was sticking up in the air on a queen-size bed with a light oak frame and a tall headboard upholstered in royal blue velvet. Storm stared at Kodiak with trepidation, unsure how any of this would test whether or not their plush pillow-top mattresses would be truly comfortable for someone to “bury their face in as they tried to muffle their cries of ecstasy.”

Kodiak made a ‘get on with it’ gesture, and Storm gulped audibly as he spread Ryder’s ass cheeks and leaned forward, hesitantly poking his tongue out to lap at Ryder’s hole.

The effort it took not to do more than that was herculean because, fuck, Ryder was delicious. Storm wanted to eat him out for days, feast on him until they were both wet and sloppy and he’d be able to slip right in.

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