WALK AWAY, VAN. Walk away now… I repeated on a loop in my head as I turned away from the sex god in front of me and somehow managed to put one foot in front of the other. It shouldn’t have been all that difficult after finding out I was standing in a warehouse with a crew of people who expected me to get on a bed and get pounded by Thor over there. But with my dick standing tall, still trying to get a look at what it was going to miss out on, moving my legs was the last thing my brain wanted to focus on.
A porn shoot? Seriously? If I hadn’t heard the words with my own two ears—not to mention seen the monster cock in Sin’s hand—I might not have believed the turn of events. But as I made my way back to where I’d left my clothes, certain things started to jump out at me. Things that probably should’ve clued me in to the fact that I was not standing on the set of a multimillion-dollar luxury brand photoshoot. Such as the spare makeup counter. The lack of clothing options that would best highlight the product. The name of the entertainment company splashed across a water bottle—“Xes Entertainment” which was sex spelled backward but pronounced “excess.” The table over to my right that—yep, okay, I missed that—held several brands of lube and…sex toys.
Damn. I’d been so focused on the building itself that I hadn’t even seen those. Well, that’d teach me. Don’t get distracted by sexy men in white robes, Van.
I reached the folding chair with my clothes slung over the back and quickly changed, and once everything was covered—and not at risk of ending up on film—I made my way toward the exit, hoping to escape without notice. The sooner I got out of there and away from the temptation of playing with Thor’s hammer, the better.
I hurried past the guy with the reflector screen and ducked between a couple other crew members getting ready to film, and just when I thought I was home free, a hand grabbed hold of my arm.
Shit.
I turned to see Rafferty behind me, a twinkle in his dark eyes as he shook his head.
“I’m sorry for the mistake back there, but really, can you blame me?”
My lips twitched despite myself. With my clothes back on and the misunderstanding handled, it was a lot easier to see the humor in the situation. “Not really, I suppose. But people generally pay to see my face.”
Rafferty let out a bark of laughter. “Well, we could do that. We do lovely facials here.”
I snorted. “I’m sure you do,” I said, then looked past him back to the bed—and that was the wrong thing to do.
Sin lounged back on the enormous bed, propped up against the headboard, as a guy at the end of the mattress called out commands, testing different positions.
“Left leg up, foot flat. Let me see the light on that.” The guy moved behind the camera as Sin did what he was told. “No. I don’t like that. Let’s try the right.”
Sin straightened his left leg out on top of the duvet and bent the right.
“Oh yeah, that’s where we need to start. The light’s perfect.”
Rafferty glanced over his shoulder, then turned a sly smile my way. “Since I feel so terrible about the mix-up and all, would you like to stay and watch? See a little of what we do here?”
Stay and watch? Watch what, exactly?
I knew what they had originally planned, but now that my ass was off the table, what exactly would Sin be doing? I assumed himself—his fist, that was—though with a dick that long, he probably could actually fuck himself if he wanted to.
“Donovan?”
“Huh?”
“Would you like to stay?”
I looked back over to the bed, where the sun was streaming through the grimy windows and dancing over Sin’s ripped body. He’d taken the hair tie off after his oil job, and as the light caught on his golden hair and scruff-covered jaw line, every other thought other than staying disappeared.
When I found myself nodding, Rafferty turned back to the crew. “All right, let’s get this started. Not sure where your scene partner is, but we can’t waste any more daylight, so Sin, you’re riding solo for this one. You good with that?”
Sin’s eyes met mine, and he smirked. “I can handle it.”
Fuck me, I knew he would. My palms were sweating as I stood there while everyone got into position and Anita handed Sin a bottle of lube.
A few seconds later, I heard Rafferty say, “Action,” and all that sexual tension Sin had been aiming my way was focused directly on the camera. He didn’t say a word as he ran his fingers through his hair and then slowly let them trail down his neck. Further down they went, over the broad, tanned muscles of his chest. He was putting a spotlight on his hot body, teasing and showing me just what I was missing out on.
Hell, I was tempted to say fuck it and join him. My dick punched against the confines of my briefs, probably wanting to strangle me for turning down one of the sexiest men I’d ever seen in my life. I almost didn’t care that there was a team of people around that would be watching—that sounded damn hot too—but I held myself back for one reason, and one reason only.
As much as I enjoyed watching it, the porn industry didn’t exactly work well with a professional model of my stature. It was a surefire way to ruin my career, and I hadn’t spent years networking and building it up to throw it all away on a few hot minutes in front of a different camera.
Sin’s hands kept moving, one pinching the pebbled tip of his nipple while the other caressed the dark, trimmed hair above his cock. I would’ve called him a tease if it wasn’t for the way it hardened and grew by the second, lengthening to a massive size—and that was before he’d even put his hands on himself.
Fuck, I knew the guy was big, but as he poured some lube into his palm and started to work himself over, I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. Like he could hear the way my heartbeat had kicked up, Sin looked past the camera at me. I couldn’t hide my obvious arousal even if I wanted to. I only wished that it was appropriate to unzip and join him in mutual masturbation that would leave the both of us satisfied, because how was I going to walk out of here after watching this?
The sound that came out of Sin as he wrapped his large hand around his even bigger dick was a mix between a growl and an exhale, so feral that I wondered how it was possible he hadn’t been performing like this for years. He was a natural, his focus bouncing between the camera, his body…and occasionally me.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” he said, his voice husky and full of sex. He said those words straight to the camera, but he directed them my way, and it was a miracle I didn’t pass out right there.
He gave himself a few rough strokes before moving, rising to his knees and giving the camera a perfect view of his body.
I didn’t know what to look at first. Those penetrating eyes. The hair that fell around his shoulders, a few strands sticking to his neck from the body oil. The absolutely unbelievable cut of his abs, honed to porn star perfection.
Wait, no. That enormous dick was the porn star perfection, long, thick, and plump at the head. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I practically salivated, kicking myself yet again for not throwing myself on the bed at his mercy. My ass would’ve begged for his cock to split me in two.
Damn. Just damn.
Sin tightened his fingers around himself then slid his other hand down between his thighs to fondle his balls. When he tipped his head back and groaned, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself.
I reached down and rubbed my palm up against the zipper of my jeans, feeling the denim become increasingly tighter as I watched the one-man show taking place only feet away from me. Sin’s bicep flexed as he began to stroke himself, drawing that tight fist up and down his mammoth length, and the warehouse was so quiet I could hear each slick glide of his hand as he pumped himself over and over again.
Holy. Fuck.
I curled my fingers around myself, trying to bank my desperate need to come. But as I greedily drank in the fuck fantasy kneeling on the bed, he raised his head, our eyes collided, and my grip went from punishing to pleasure.
My hand began to move in time with Sin’s as he pumped his hips forward. He swiped his tongue across his lower lip, that feral sound rumbling up out of him as the glistening pre-cum began to drip in ropy strings to the mattress under him.
He was close, so fucking close, and fuck me, so was I, when—
My ass began to vibrate, and not from anything sexual.
“Oh fuck.” It was my phone.
I reluctantly tore my eyes away from what was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life and pulled my phone from my back pocket.
MIRA:
WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?
My hard-on instantly deflated. Shit. She was right. I needed to find out where my actual job was, not be standing here watching the hottest hand job of my life.
Damn cockblock.
I took one final look at Sin and cursed my bad luck, and as I turned to leave I heard what had to be the sexiest sound of my life.
Sin was coming—and I was running out the door.
