Page 35 of The Arrangement

"Do you want to ride my face, or do you want to cum here? Or if you're just faking it and ready to move on, you're doing a great job."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes again, my desire still pooling so close that I could practically taste it. "Yeah, yeah, we can switch it up." I wasn't about to tell him I was seconds from coming with his fingers buried inside of me. I'd just let him think I'm a great actor, even as my thighs were trembling as he removed himself from my pussy. I nearly groaned with the loss of him but bit my lip and moved off his lap, touching my mask nervously to reassure myself it hadn't moved.

Wolfe tossed a water at me that I barely caught. I drank from it greedily as he took off his mask for a moment, curly dark hair damp from the oppressive mask—a dimple appearing on his face as he threw me a smile.

"Ready?" He asked lightly, tossing the empty bottle in the trashcan before placing the mask over his face again. The red lights were cascading off of his body, dipping into the crevice of his collarbone where sweat had begun to congregate, and he tilted his head when I realized I had been staring.

"Yeah! Let's do this," I agreed, and Wolfe clapped his hands together, rolling his shoulders as if warming up before lying down on the California king bed, looking perfectly relaxed with a pillow underneath his head.

"Oh hey, do you want to wear the POV camera for this one? It could be a set all by itself." Wolfe asked as he lifted himself on hiselbows and gestured to the drawer next to him. I nodded before I could think about it because, as someone who was also an enthusiastic watcher of his videos, I knew what that would do for me if he uploaded that. He pulled out a small rig, very light, and rested it around my neck. A phone I didn't recognize was already attached to it.

Wolfe looked at me as he adjusted the phone, "Rule number one of hiding your identity: you don't post on your own device or use your own email. I don't want any of my metadata getting out there." I nodded because, honestly, I would have thought my VPN would have taken care of it, but obviously, I was wrong. As my identity was on the line, too, I was relieved to know he had thought of everything.

Wolfe flopped back down and then motioned to me, "You can leave your top on if you want, but go ahead and lose the panties." I swallowed hard as I pulled down my drenched underwear, tossing them to the side where I could retrieve them later.

"So I just…" I motioned awkwardly to his face, his mask already pulled up over his nose, giving me a glimpse of a smile.

"Yep," Wolfe replied, popping the p and motioning me toward him. On trembling legs I go to straddle his waist and pause, not really sure how to do this gracefully. Wolfe must have noticed my predicament because he grabbed my thighs and hauled me towards him until my core was just below his chin.

"Now, straddle my face. The device is hands-free, so you can use the headboard to balance." He took my hand in his and set it on said headboard before grabbing my asscheeks and hauling me closer to his mouth.

"Wait, wait, what if I crush you or suffocate you?" I asked in a rush, my anxiety getting the better of me. Dylan hadn't ever offered to do this, so I was going in blind. Not that I was going to tell that to Wolfe.

He rolled his amber eyes. "Trust me, you won't; I'm pretty good at this. If you're worried, I will tap your thigh, okay?" I nodded, and the laughing tone he’d had earlier fell away as he gripped the flesh of my ass, causing me to gasp.

"Now sit on my face like a good girl, and let me eat you out." Ishuddered and allowed him to pull me up closer to his waiting mouth. I began watching through the camera, the angle and zoom where I could only see eyes and fingers as they dug into my thighs.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out as he licked from my opening to my clit, his mouth devouring me. Oh god, I would be lasting an embarrassingly short amount of time. It was only a moment later that I threw my head back as his tongue circled my entrance and delved as deep as he could within me.

"Fuck, fuck I'm not going to last," I moaned and was rewarded with a nip to my inner thigh before he positioned his mouth once again at my core, this time lavishing my clit with attention as I writhed above him, legs trembling as I held on for dear life gripping that damned headboard.

Chapter 19

Sebastian

Geor—Lace's—arousal was dripping down my face as I pulled her down to sit completely against my mouth and tongue. I tried my best not to think about how I was never quite this…enthusiastic with Natalie. The way Lace was grinding against my tongue, the way I could feel her body vibrating as I circled her clit again. I didn't even care about the pain in my shoulder as I watched her. The way her mouth fell open, and her eyes squeezed shut while lights danced across her body, showering her in a red halo. I knew she wasn't going to last long, even when she gasped it above me. I could feel her core tightening as I held her hips in place, allowing her to roll her in pace with my mouth. Let her use me to chase whatever pleasure she could. And I was as hard as a rock. My erection hadn't flagged even once as I ate her out, tasting a mix of vanilla and honey as I nipped at her inner thigh to mix with the irresistible flavor that was all her.

"Wolfe!" She stuttered above me, her trembling thighs closing around me as she drew closer to her orgasm. I flicked my tongue over her clit again and again before circling it, wishing with everything that I could throw her on the bed and thrust myself into her wet pussy. But that's what boyfriends did, not collaborators that were fucking for money.

It took everything in me not to come in my pants as she opened her eyes to look down at me, past the camera attached to her, and came. I held her close to my mouth, working her through her orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible until she was shuddering above me.

Lace sat above me for a moment as if gathering her senses about her before hurriedly climbing off of me and collapsing on the bed beside me.

Pulling off my mask, I lay back with her and wiped her reluctantly from my face as I turned to look at her panting frame.

"Was it good for you?"

A laugh erupted from Georgia, and she slapped me across the chest as she caught her breath. "Yeah, yeah, it was alright, I guess."

I rolled my eyes before rising, adjusting myself in my boxers as I did. "Only alright, huh?"

Georgia huffed a laugh. "I'll have you know I'm an amazing actor."

I laughed, gazing at her with a sly expression. "Used to having to pretend to cum with your last boyfriend, Clark?" Her mouth dropped open, and before I knew it, one of my very expensive feather pillows was chucked at my face, barely missing me.

Clark rose off the bed, shouldering past me to the bathroom. "Bathroom break, and then I'm ready when you are." My stomach flipped, but I gave a stupid thumbs up as she shut the door, and I ran a hand down my face. Natalie wasn't big on giving oral—no big deal at all, but it just never happened. Except for that one time, but that was something else entirely. Mentally I braced myself to not blow my load as soon as Georgia got on her knees in front of me; my dick twitched just thinking about it.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, running into my private bathroom and quickly wiping myself down. I had worked up a sweat, and that's all I needed, to smell like sex and sweat during this scene.

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