HOLY SHIT, I was doing this.
A million different thoughts ran through my brain as I stood among the mix of men and women pretending to be partygoers. First, that I had actually consented to take part in a porn film, which, let’s be honest, was up there with any guy’s fantasies. Who wouldn’t want to get paid to fuck hot guys for a living and know people would watch and get off to it? Especially when that guy looked like Sin? Hell, after watching us at the party, my friends were so jealous they’d been green when I made my way back to the VIP last night. If they knew where I was at now, they’d be pissed they hadn’t been invited to watch—or participate.
But I didn’t plan to tell them, or anyone. There was a reason I was wearing a mask, and even though most of it was because of my career, another small part of me wanted to keep this time with Sin all for myself. Crazy, considering we were about to do something others would watch.
How had I ended up here?
When my eyes fell on Sin as he moved across the room, I knew exactly how.
Him.
“All right, here we go. Positions,” Rafferty called out.
I did one final adjustment of my mask and wiped the sweat beading on my brow. The heat from the heavy lights penetrated my suit, and I was grateful it’d be coming off soon.
“Action!”
My pulse skyrocketed. I had to stop myself from adjusting my dick behind the fit of my suit, because it didn’t matter if the camera picked up my growing erection. Knowing Sin was only a few minutes away from touching me had me ready to go, but first I needed to mix and mingle and play the part I’d been instructed to.
None of the others wore a mask, and they didn’t hide their perusal of me as I moved through the room. It only felt right that I returned those looks, even though I never stopped or took advantage of what I knew they were willing to offer. How could I when something better was coming my way?
I grabbed a glass of amber-colored liquid from the makeshift bar, keeping it in my hand as I rested my elbow on top and scanned the crowd. Even with the amount of people in the room, it felt surprisingly natural to flip my mindset, pretending I was back at the club waiting for a glimpse of the man of the night. It wasn’t nerves that had had me feeling so high strung as I waited then, and it wasn’t now. More like the thrill of anticipation—only this time there was a guarantee I’d walk out having gotten exactly what I wanted.
I swirled the contents of my glass, not daring to take a sip, since I didn’t know what was actually in it, and it was then that the couple in front of me moved and Sin’s broad shoulders came into view. Like he could feel my stare, he turned around, and eyes the color of the drink in my hand met mine. Even from across the room I felt the intensity, like a hunter was trapping me in his sights.
If this had been real life, I would’ve been powerless not to go to him, but luckily the reminder of why we were here registered in my brain. I had to tease him a little, let him chase me.
But not before running my eyes over every inch of his body to take a mental picture—and show my character’s interest.
As if the bulge in my pants wasn’t obvious enough.
Sin’s eyes narrowed as he started forward, and I licked my lips as the chase began. A shiver of anticipation rolled through me as I set my drink aside and began to move through the room. Rafferty had given instructions on where and how, but I couldn’t remember a damn thing with how singularly focused I was on the man following me.
I glanced over my shoulder, tracking his movements and smiling to myself as he ignored the others trying to get his attention. It reminded me so much of last night that it no longer felt as if we were pretending.
The room I stepped into was empty, designed like a study, with several options for getting down to it. The desk, perhaps? The velvet chaise longue? Maybe the bookcase? Hell, I’d even be fine with the damn floor at this point.
As I waited for Sin to search me out, I leaned back against the wall and shoved my hands in my pockets. The pose said, I’m here, take what you want, and Sin’s words from before crossed my mind.
“You just stand there and look fucking gorgeous. I’ll handle things from here.”
Yeah, I was more than ready to see how Sin handled me and the surprise I had in store for him.
The thumping music for the party scene kept time with my pulse as I stared at the door, willing it to open, the anticipation building with every second that passed.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four—
The knob turned and Sin stepped inside, his tall stature and built frame filling the doorway, and my dick stiffened at the sight.
Far away, Sin captured your attention in the way something intriguing and beautiful might. Up close, he made your breath catch. He made you realize that what was so intriguing about him was the dangerous air that surrounded him, the power his body exuded and how he might use it against you, and my happy cock was standing up tall, volunteering for the job.
A sly smile curled Sin’s lips as he walked inside and kicked the door closed behind him. As it slammed shut, I pushed off the wall and stood tall, meeting him head-on, my intentions clear. I was no wilting wallflower. I’d come here with one thing on my mind, and Sin was going to give it to me.
“Running away so soon?” he said in a voice that made me want to touch myself.
But I kept my hands firmly in my pockets, away from temptation. “If I was, I didn’t do a very good job, did I?”
Sin looked around the empty space before bringing his attention back to me, then he took a step forward. “I don’t know about that. I think you led me exactly where you wanted me to go.”
It took everything in me to stand my ground, to try to remember my role. But with Sin so close, it was a miracle I didn’t just throw myself on his mercy.
“I didn’t lead you anywhere. I needed some air.” I glanced to the makeshift window of the “study.” “It’s not my fault you took that as an invitation.”
He reached for my wrist, and I turned back as Sin pulled me in to him. I placed a palm on his strong chest, bracing myself as I looked up at him, and a wicked gleam glinted in his eyes.
“So you didn’t want me to follow you?”
Sweet Jesus, who wouldn’t want him to follow them? But I was all about a good tease, and I couldn’t make things too easy on him.
“I said it wasn’t an invitation.” I slicked the tip of my tongue over my lower lip, and the fingers around my wrist tightened. “I’d never be so obvious.”
Lies. Lies. All damn lies.
I’d been pretty obvious about what I’d wanted last night, and there was only one reason I was here right now. Hell, I was Captain Obvious.
“Ah, I see.” Sin brought his other hand up to cradle my face, and a shiver raced down my spine. “You like to keep things a little bit…mysterious?”
My breathing accelerated as he drew his thumb down to my mouth and pressed on my lower lip. I opened for him, more than aware that this was only one of the many places I wanted him to fill tonight, and Sin chuckled.
“Bet I know where your mind just went.”
I had no doubt my need for him was written all over my damn face.
But just as I was about to answer, he slipped his thumb inside my mouth and said, “Suck.”
Fuck. Me.
No, really, please fuck me, I wanted to beg. But my lips were now sealed around Sin’s thumb, and I sucked it in a way that I hoped would convince him to replace it with his cock. A low growl—the same one I’d been playing on repeat since last night—rumbled out of Sin, and what that sound did to me should be illegal.
A hot rush of desire washed through me as I gripped his lapel, and Sin pulled his thumb free and dragged it down over my lip.
“So damn sexy,” he muttered. “This mouth… It makes me want to do things to it.”
And his mouth made me want to let him.
I figured he’d be good at the physical side of things, considering he was being touted as the next big thing. But I never would have imagined this sex-talking side of him.
No one tuned into porn for the scintillating conversation. But if Sin wanted to keep up with the dirty talk, me and my cock were more than okay with that.
“What kinds of things?”
Sin drew my hand down his body to his thick cock, and then he wrapped my fingers around it and thrust his hips forward.
“Destroy it with this.”
Fuuuck, I was done for. Where the hell did I sign to make that happen right then without dragging this on like I knew I needed to?
I gave him a long stroke, from root to tip, through his pants. “You think this is what I want?”
His hand over mine tightened as he leaned in, his breath on my lips. “I know it is. Unless you tell me I’m wrong.”
Play hard to get, play hard to get—
But the second he started to move back, I gripped his lapel tighter, yanking him toward me and catching him off guard. His lips crashed down on mine, and oh God, it was just as hot as I remembered. In that moment, the reality of where we were disappeared completely. Everything about him overwhelmed me in the best way. The slide of his tongue against mine. The hard muscle of his chest under one hand as his cock throbbed against the other. The intoxicating scent of his cologne. All of that combined with the unadulterated lust pouring off him and into me, making me desperate for him in a way I wasn’t used to.
I always had the upper hand, but for once I was fine with letting someone else take the lead.
No, not someone else. Sin.
He angled his head, sucking on my tongue and swallowing my moan. If my dick wasn’t so hard to the point of torture, I would’ve let him kiss me for hours. But the lust was riding him as hard as it was for me, and when he tore his mouth away, he growled, “That’s what I fucking thought.”
And then he moved his hands to the waist of my pants and ripped them open.
The button went flying, and I sucked in a breath as he reached inside my briefs and took hold of my cock.
A curse escaped me as he stroked, his touch rough, just the way I wanted it right then. I thrust into his grasp and took his mouth again, tugging his lower lip in between my teeth. The sound he made was dangerous, sending another shot of lust through me, and I reached for the button of his pants, making quick work of it and the zipper. I wanted him naked, wanted to see all that tanned skin on display. Undressing Sin would be like unwrapping a present, one I’d get to play with in any way I wanted.
But just as I started to pull at his jacket, Sin moved, catching my wrists and pushing them up against the wall by my head. He rolled his hips over mine, achingly slow, letting me feel how hard he was.
“You wanted me to catch you,” he said by my ear. “And I did. Now you’re mine to do with what I please.”
Truth be told, I’d been his from the moment I’d walked into that warehouse by mistake and seen him standing in a robe.
Sin’s hair and beard tickled my skin as he moved his lips down my throat to the crook of my neck, and when he dragged his tongue back up to nip at my lobe, I bucked forward, shoving my erection up against his.
“Please,” I begged, because at this stage I was past caring that I might sound desperate. I was desperate and needed some kind of relief, some kind of action, to move this forward before I ruined everything and came in my fucking pants.
“Oh, I do like the way you beg…” Sin released my hands. “Now, if you can keep your hands there while I get undressed, I’ll give you exactly what you’re begging for.”
As Sin took a step back, I imagined the backs of my hands were glued to the wall in an effort to keep them there. Anything to guarantee I would get what he was promising.
Sin shrugged out of his jacket and laid it over the chaise longue, then reached for his shirt and pulled the hem from his open pants. That gorgeous hair fell forward as he reached for the bottom button, and as he began to undo each one, my cock pounded a little harder.
Goddamn, he was sexy. This striptease only added fuel to the fire. When he peeled the shirt off, revealing that ripped body, it was a miracle I didn’t collapse on the floor.
Sin balled his shirt up, tossed it aside, then slid a hand down over his abs and into his pants. I bit down on the inside of my cheek as his hand began to move, and when he straightened his dick and pulled it free of his briefs, I couldn’t hold back my moan.
The arrogant smirk he aimed my way only increased his overall effect on me, and when he kicked out of his shoes and let go of himself to remove his socks, I sent up a prayer that he was about to remove everything else.
In one dick-hardening move, Sin was as naked as the day he was born, and sweet mother of God, he looked even better than I remembered.
My mouth parted, the sight of his huge, veiny cock almost making me cave. But no. I wouldn’t give in. Not with his promise looping in my head.
“Impressive.” He chuckled and stroked his dick like it was a beloved pet. “You must want this pretty bad, huh?”
When he gripped the wide, plump head and pre-cum spread over the top of it, I whimpered.
“What was that?”
That was my dignity leaving the room, because hell if I wasn’t about to do anything and everything he asked of me. “I want it so damn bad.”
Sin ran his other hand through his thick mane of hair, pushing it back from his face, and my knees weakened a little.
Then he crooked a finger at me and said, “Then come here and fucking take it.”
