As I pushed inside again, I ran my hands up his lean back muscles, letting one rest at his waist while I curled the other around his throat. Not enough to cut off the sexy moans he made, but to draw him back against me so he was standing, his back to my front and my cock squeezed by the even tighter fit.
“You good?” My voice was a husky whisper against his neck, and he nodded before the words were even out.
“So fucking good I need another word for it,” he breathed.
“Then hold on if you can.”
Donovan barely had time to reach for the back of my neck before I began to thrust into him, so deep and rough I knew he’d be feeling me for days. I tightened my fingers around his throat, keeping him against me as I ran the hand on his waist down to wrap it around his cock.
Swirling my finger over the cum dripping off him, I fought the urge to bring it to my mouth for a taste and lubed his dick with it instead.
“Goddammit, Sin.” He clenched his ass around me as I pumped his length with my fist. I knew being so consumed was driving him out of his mind, and I couldn’t help but be impressed that he was able to hold off exploding the way his throbbing cock told me he wanted to.
With the wild need coursing through my body,Iwas only seconds away from this being over. But I wanted to make sure Donovan was right there with me.
“You gonna be a sexy fuck and come when I tell you?”
I felt Donovan swallow against the fingers I had holding him by the throat. “As long as that’s right the hell now.”
I grinned at the desperation in his words and nipped at his earlobe. “Then show me how much you like my cock in you,” I said, punching my hips against his, out of control. “Now.”
Like he’d been waiting and holding his breath, Donovan let out a shout so uninhibited, so primal, that I followed him right over that cliff. I pulled out of him just in time for my orgasm to coat the length of his back, and the force of it caused my vision to go white for a few seconds. I could feel his sticky release on my hand, his raw, uneven breaths, and as the haze of my desire cleared, I saw that the picture we made was just as hot as the high thrumming through my body.
It was only then, as we began to come down from the rush, that I noticed how close two cameras had gotten to the both of us. We’d been in such a bubble that none of it mattered, but now reality that we weren’t the only ones in the room crashed in as Rafferty’s voice pierced the quiet.
“Aaand cut.”
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WELL. THAT WAS intense.
As I lowered my head under the piping-hot spray of the shower, letting the water massage the ache out of my muscles, I couldn’t stop replaying the last few hours. It hadn’t been enough that Sin had fucked me so well that I’d be feeling it for a week. Nooo, Rafferty had also needed a few different angles of certain shots, something I hadn’t been prepared for—but didn’t complain about in the least. Spending my Saturday having the sexiest man I’d ever seen making me come multiple times wasn’t exactly a hardship. Hell, I knew hooking up with Sin would be hot, that was the whole reason I’d risked showing up here in the first place. I just hadn’t expected it to be so mind-blowingly incredible that I was ruined for anyone else now.
I shut off the water and toweled off, and the sound of voices and the crew breaking down the set filtered through the door. Somewhere Sin was doing the same thing, and that had me throwing on my clothes a little faster.
Well, as fast as I could manage with my ass and every muscle in my body feeling like I’d been put through the wringer in the most delicious way possible.
Was it wrong I wanted to do it again?
After running the towel over my hair, I used it to wipe down the mirror, taking a good, long look at myself. I didn’t think I looked any different, even if I felt it. And that had surprisingly little to do with the fact that I’d just shot porn and more to do with my scene partner.
I ran my fingers through my hair, not even bothered by leaving it wet and un-styled while going out, something that was definitely unlike me. With my job so ingrained in me, I never left the house looking anything less than perfect, but that post-sex high was strong, and so was the desire to spend a few more hours with Sin…and maybe learn what his name really was.
I threw open the door and stopped suddenly when I saw what was waiting for me.
With his long legs encased in a pair of casual jeans and an olive t-shirt covering his broad upper body, Sin leaned against the wall, arms crossed, as he waited. For what, I didn’t know, until he looked up at me and straightened.
If I’d thought he’d gotten his fill of me before, I’d been wrong. Those heated eyes roved over me before landing on my face.
“You look hot wet,” he said, shoving his hands in his back pockets. “Maybe next time should be a shower scene.”
Despite the exhaustion I was feeling, his words shot straight to my dick. “Next time, huh?”
His smile deepened. “You hungry?”
Nowthatwas a dangerous question. “For?”