Page 34 of The Arrangement

"Oh yeah, I just thought I'd be uncreative and go with Lace," Igestured to the piece of thick lace mask in my hand, "for obvious reasons."

He smiled devilishly. "Wolfe and Lace, I like it." Something in my stomach flipped at that smile, but I pushed it down.It had nothing to do with Quinn but everything to do with Wolfe. That was whom I was attracted to and had been for over a year; of course I would get turned on by him. He had unwittingly been the subject of my nighttime self-induced orgasms for over a year.

I pulled off my hoodie to reveal my white crop top, and even though Quinn kept his apartment at a comfortable temperature, my nipples pebbled against the fabric.

"This okay?" I asked, somewhat self-consciously as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail.

Quinn turned suddenly, and his eyes dropped to my tits before quickly pulling back to my face. "Yeah, yeah! Looks great." He smiled, and as he pulled his shirt over his head and I dropped my sweat pants, looking in the full body mirror in the bathroom, I realized I’d made a good choice with the top and plain high-waisted panties.

"You ready?" he asked, pulling his mask over his face, his amber eyes looking at me inquiringly. As I placed the lace around my eyes, pinning the back to make sure it was secure, I smiled at myself in the mirror. I could do this.

"Yeah, ready to go. What's up first?" I asked, walking into the room with my arms folded over my breasts. Wolfe took a moment to turn on each of the three cameras and sound-test the boom mic overhead. "I think just some b-roll first. Touching, teasing? Remember our color system and remember this isn't live, so you can break character, take a breather or whatever at any time. It won't mess anything up."

I nodded, remembering the email he had sent over earlier today. A very official email about the sex we were about to have on camera for money.

Wolfe sat, widening his legs a bit, still clothed in his boxers. "For this, let's just have you sit on my lap, facing the camera. I'll lead." Him leading sounded like a good idea, because I was already chewing my lip before I remembered I had lipstick on. Wolfe slapped his muscularthighs and motioned me over to him, and I hoped he wasn’t looking at my face anymore. I was already blushing like an idiot, and I could feel the flush crawling up my neck.

"Okay, we're recording. We'll start slow, okay?" I nodded, wiggling back into him before he grabbed my hips as his breath caught in his throat. I paused, waiting for him to make the first move as he was fully encompassing me, the top of his chin brushing the top of my head. Slowly, he rolled his hips, and I felt his dick slowly begin to harden against my ass as he pinned me there, breathing heavily. It took me a minute to remember I was acting, and I reached my hand back to pull the back of his neck down towards my own.

Wolfe let out a huff of laughter, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of my ear. He must have pulled his mask up to allow his mouth to be seen because the next thing I knew, I felt his tongue gliding beneath my ear, his teeth nibbling on my lobe. I moaned, and at that moment, I was not acting; his grip tightened on my hips as I pressed myself back against him.

"Fuck, Lace, do you feel what you're doing to me right now?" His voice was an octave deeper than usual, and my stomach flipped as his large hand moved from my hip to just above my navel, making soft patterns on my skin. Gasping, I pushed myself into his hand, begging him to move up, my breasts so sensitive as the soft cotton ghosted over my bare nipples. "Shh, patience. I'll give you what you need when you need it."

Wolfe's hand completely skipped my breast and instead rose to grasp my chin gently. My lips parted as I felt him squeeze lightly. "Okay with this?" he whispered, his voice normal. I nodded enthusiastically, and I felt his lips form a smile as his free hand pinned my hips against him while the other held me gently around my throat, more for show than actual domination.

"Want me to touch your tits?" Wolfe breathed in my ear. My eyes were shut, so it was like the cameras weren't even there, and I was living out my ultimate fantasy while trying to keep my heart from skipping beats.

I just nodded, and Wolfe chuckled darkly, "Ask me politely."

I had never been wetter in my entire life, his large hand pinning me against his obvious erection as his other one held my chin up, squeezing lightly just below my jaw.

"Please," I choked out, trying desperately to gain some sort of relief. A soft nip at the sensitive hollow of my throat and a whispered, "Good girl." That was all the warning I got as his hand that was pinning me to the front of him trailed up my shirt and traced the skin he found there, completely ignoring my nipples as I whimpered against him. Wolfe pulled up my shirt, baring me to the camera, and he breathed hard against me, whispering, "Fuck, look at your perfect tits."

This was acting. I knew it was acting, but fuck, was this the best thing that had ever happened to me? Maybe. He took my right breast in hand, kneading it softly before pinching my nipple between two fingers, rolling the pebbled nub as I writhed against him.

"Think you're wet enough for my fingers?" he panted, squeezing my nipple hard enough that I gasped.

"Yes, yes, please."

A shock of pleasure shot right to my core as Wolfe growled, "Say my name. Say, please." He was holding me tight against, tight enough that I could barely move.

"Wolfe. Please, Wolfe, touch me."

He let out a rumbling laugh as his fingers drifted down while the other one still held my throat in a gentle vice. I was panting at this point, and I could feel the beating of his heart behind me, almost matching mine in pace.

At this point, I had never been so aware of my body until he held me. Since the awkwardness of the first time was slowly melting away, all I felt was desire. The cameras weren't here; it was just Lace and Wolfe. I gasped audibly this time as he pushed his large hand into my panties, and he groaned at what he found there.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," he groaned, his erection growing even larger against my backside. Swirling his forefinger in my arousal, he brought it to my clit, circling it slowly.

"Oh my god," I gasped, my head laying back against his broad chest, and my hips grated down on the pressure he was giving me.

"No god, just me and you here. He wouldn't want anything to do with this." And I wasn't religious in any way, shape, or form, but I might've seen heaven as he pushed two fingers into me, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit.

And just as quickly as he had started, Wolfe withdrew, paused, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

"Want to ride my face now?" he asked, his voice back to normal. I opened my eyes, seeing the cameras and blinking red lights, and I looked upwards in confusion.

"What?" I gasped incredulously.

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