Page 20 of The Arrangement

Me: What, no Amadeus?

Unit 2: I said a music fan, not cruel!

I laugh-reactedto the text and before I could reply, a link appeared.

It sat blue and underlined, guiding me to a password-protectedmedia storage site. A message containing the password followed in an instant. I bit my lip and looked towards the door as if someone was sitting out there waiting for me to watch some lurid pornography that would make my ancestors roll in their graves.

With a deep breath, I clicked the link again, delicately typing out the password like I was touching the nuclear codes instead of some guy's homemade porn videos. The site opened to a media backlog just like any other, and I picked through the years by which he’d cataloged his work. Honestly, the organization impressed me more than anything. I picked the current year because I didn’t think I could sit through six years of cam footage. Even I had my limits.

I started in January. This video was the first full footage I had seen that wasn't a simple two-minute clip; this was the kind he made money off of. It felt weird, after sitting at his kitchen table and having a glass of wine with him, to now be watching these. He was no longer a masked man, Wolfe. No, this was Sebastian Wolfe Quinn. That did something to my stomach that I didn't have the fortitude to dissect at this minute, so I clicked on the video.

The red lights gave a moody and sexual overture; there was no music like on his social media but rather the rough sound of his breathing coming through the black-knit mask. My mouth was dry as I fumbled for my headphones, throwing them over my head quickly and tucking my knees under me as the video started.

It only took me a minute to get that butterfly feeling in my stomach as soon as he came on the screen. Despite knowing who he was in real life, this? This was Wolfe. I watched as the video began with him turned away from the camera, exposing his muscled back with its large black-and-white tattoo that spanned the plane of his broad shoulders. His curled dark hair looked like he had just washed it as Quinn pulled the dark mask over his head before turning to face the camera, with only his amber eyes and thick, dark lashes visible. He was already shirtless, and I tilted my head when I realized his muscles seemed even more pronounced and glistening.

Did he use oil or something? It made me giggle a bit to think of Quinn in the bathroom rubbing his abdomen with baby oil. I stoppedlaughing and cleared my throat as that thought did…other things to me besides making me laugh.

"Do you want me on my knees?"came the deep, gruff voice of Wolfe, and I nearly nodded as he slammed down, his eyes never leaving the camera. It was like he was looking right at me. His large hand trailed down to where his cock strained against grey sweatpants and ran his fingers over the bulge there.

"Fuck, you're doing so good for me, baby."I shouldn't have taken a sip of tea at that moment. The lighting changed. The red behind him was the one light casting shadows off of his body and dipping into the planes of his muscles. His chest heaved as the microphone caught his breath hitching as he released his cock from its confines, sighing as if it was a relief. And fuck, it might have been. I know I had only been with one man before, but his dick did not look like that. It was not that big or,fuck, that thick.

"You want me inside of you, baby?"came his voice again, still staring dead at the camera, eye-fucking it while he fisted his cock, a bead of precum glistening at the tip as he leaned his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the rasp of his uneven breaths doing almost as much the visual stimulation. "Fuck, you're so hot, I'm so close," he whispered before pushing up the mask to the bridge of his sharp nose and fucking whimpering.

I felt the tingling in my groin, and I pressed my hand on my stomach as if doing so would stop the way it made my insides feel. Fuck.

"That's, my good girl; spread your legs. Let me see that pussy while I cum all over myself."Jesus Christ, if there was a hell, I was headed there because, god damn, if I didn't almost cum right then and there. God, this man was a pro at dirty talk, and before I started really looking into pornography, I didn't even know I was into it. Dylan would grunt into my ear for about two to three minutes and then ask, "Did you cum?" after he had already rolled off me.

I would lie and wait until his snores filled the room before I would plunge my hand down my panties and finish the job myself. I was so deep in thought I almost missed the way Wolfe’s muscles tensedbefore he came. The bark of a groan slipped from his full lips as he climaxed.

"Did you cum like my good girl?"

I quickly locked my phone screen, red-faced as I all but darted to my room, shutting off lights as I went and filling Hannah's bowl so I would have a bit of privacy for just a moment or two.

I slipped underneath my covers, the only light illuminating the room coming from my phone as I hovered over a few other videos until I found a few with Natalie. That’s honestly what I needed to be researching—if I returned those papers after doing this little "homework," then it would be me in her place.

Red lights again, but I could make out a few pieces of his room that I’d seen when I went into his house; the painting above the bed was out of focus, but I recognized it and the grey bedspread behind him on the king-size bed. I skipped forward until I saw Natalie, her pale skin melting into black panties and a matching bralette with a plunging lift that gave the camera a view of her cleavage. But this wasn't just a fan service for men—it was for women. For our fantasy.

No lacy, uncomfortable garments, just soft cotton underwear that reached over her hips, which Wolfe was currently kissing and licking his way towards. She had her hands woven over the mask as if she was guiding him down to her core, her head thrown back but unrecognizable with a black handkerchief tied around the lower half of her face, only showing off dark brown brows and carefully set eyelashes. It took me a moment to realize she had lined her brows deep brown; when I had met her for coffee, her brows were a soft blond that matched her hair and wasn't at all so sharp and defined as the woman she was playing in the video. It was all a part of her disguise.

"Stop teasing me,"the woman I knew as Natalie groaned as Wolfe's masked face buried itself in her clothed cunt. A smack resounded so loudly that I jumped a bit, his hand coming to slap the side of her ass that was available to him. "I'll tell you when you can cum, princess." And with that, he flipped their bodies so that he was underneath her while she straddled his straining cock. Fingers stroked up and down her stomach as she breathed heavier and he pushed aside her bra.

"A little help?"he teased, his head tilting up towards her. Her eyes crinkled in what must have been a smile as she took her delicately painted fingers and rolled the mask to the bridge of his nose, exposing his mouth and sharp jawline that was peppered with a five o'clock shadow. Wolfe licked and sucked at her breast as Natalie whined underneath her mask, her blond hair spilling behind her as he paid the other one just the same attention.

"Please, Wolfe, please,"She begged, grinding down on him, her hips rolling. Did my hips even do that? With the mask folded up, I was treated to the view of Wolfe grinning devilishly as he lay back, reclining on his pillows while his fingers dug into her thighs. Another smack on her ass had her gasping as she arched away from the impact, grinding herself harder onto him.

"Up."He demanded roughly, and she dropped to all fours over him, crawling until she was at the headboard. Like she weighed nothing, he lifted her until she kneeled and hovered over his face.

"You don't like these panties, right, Princess?"he murmured, and even though I could barely see him at this angle, the microphone was picking up his voice just right. Natalie shook her head, and something gleamed in his hand, cutting through the soft cotton of her underwear. Something jolted in my stomach: arousal and fear. Was that a knife? He tossed the ruined garment aside and settled his fingers deep into the dip of her hips, urging her to sit. A transition came at that moment, and the camera angle switched to a point above Wolfe's head, his amber eyes looking straight into the camera as grabbed her ass and licked a long, lurid path from her slit to her clit, his eyes closing in sheer pleasure as she moaned off camera.

Fuck, my panties were soaked. My mouth was dry and my stomach flipped as Wolfe once again opened his eyes and devoured her. Her pants and cries only seemed to spurn him on as he tilted his head back at a better angle—for him and the camera—and proceeded to tongue fuck her while she wiggled above him.

I didn't care if it was weird now that he was my next-door neighbor or that I had drank his wine and could still taste it on my tongue as I dragged my vibrator out of its drawer with trembling hands. I didn'twant this battery-powered thing; I wanted Wolfe's hands on me, his tongue on my clit. But this would do for now.

I pressed the button on the purple device, shucking off my underwear as quickly as I could, tossing them off the bed as I positioned the phone next to me on the pillow. I had missed something pivotal in the plot of this, but really, the plot was just them switching positions as he drove into her from behind. She was stretched around him almost painfully, her grunts and whines saying it was pleasurable, butfuck, could I do that?

I didn't wait to think about logistics as I positioned the vibrator on my clit, biting my lip to muffle the groan of pure pleasure that it sent coursing through me. But it wasn't enough, as I watched Wolfe slowly pull out and sink back into her while she let out a string of curses. Groaning in desperation, I pushed the vibrator inside of me, thinking of Wolfe filling that space instead. Of filling me up and making me cry his name as he barely had to touch my clit to push me over the edge.

The video was still going, a string of obscene moans and curses filling my ears as I quickly threw off my headphones and withdrew my vibrator without having felt satisfied. Pulling my pillow over my face, I screamed into it.

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