Page 5 of Turn Me On
Come to think of it, there was an entire setup going on I hadn’t noticed. Too busy honing in on Charlie and her juicy fucking body as soon as I busted through the door this evening. A tripod, a ring light, her computer off to the side. She’d been planning this.
“Why now?” I asked as I scratched at my temple.
She strutted back over to me, running her hands along my shoulders before coming to stand pressed against my chest. “It’s a gift. Do you know what today is?”
“Friday,” I stated, sliding my hands down her soft back.
“Rider,” she whined, slapping at my chest.
I took a second or three and combed through my brain. Itwasa Friday. In August. It was warm out. A perfect twenty-five degrees, even though the sun was well on its way down. It was also… “Our anniversary?”
“Yes! Of the first time we met. Right here at the club.”
I frowned. “You were still with that loudmouth idiot. He didn’t treat you well. I didn’t like that.”
“Hey,” she murmured. “No need to worry about him anymore. I’m with you and only you.”
“Forever.” I smiled, grabbing her left hand and staring at the rose gold ring I’d placed there eight months ago.
Most people called our romancewhirlwindorlight speed. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her in the exhibition room, I was supposed to be hers. She wasn’t even performing. I missed it that night, actually. I caught her cleaning the room, stripping the sheets off the bed, and wiping down her toys. Normally, the voyeur room closed after a performance since there was no reason to be in there, but that particular night, the staffmember on duty forgot to lock it. I moseyed on in and sawher.
She was in a copper-coloured dressing gown that matched her hair. Lipstick was smudged slightly onto one cheek, both of which were pink with the flush of who knows how many orgasms. The way she flitted around the room showed how much she cared about the space. I ended up sitting on one of the benches in front of the glass wall and watching her clean for probably twenty minutes. Finally, she looked up and noticed me. Our gazes met, and I fell in love.
Whenthe idiotbarged into her room and dragged her away, yelling at her about taking too long and asking her when she was going to finish with thisutterly ridiculous hobbyof hers, I saw red. When I spied a tear falling down her cheek as he pulled her out the side door, I saw even darker red. I may or may not have chased him down and laid into the giant douchewad. She still left with him, but it wasn’t long before he was no longer in the picture.
I was.
Time didn’t matter. What was time, anyway? After three months of knowing her andeight weeks of dating, I proposed. She said yes.Thatwas what mattered.
“You still want my pouty lips wrapped around you before everyone else gets to see me?” she asked, breaking me out of my haze.
I nodded, cock pulsing. “We’re going to film it?”
“If that’s still okay with you.”
“Yeah, babe. Open up.”
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I droppedto my knees on the pink padded cushion and grabbed Rider’s dick with one hand, making sure to keep everything in frame and not obscure any of the goods. We’d made videos before, but only for The AfterGlow. They ran on the closed-circuit TV and played on the screens in various rooms off and on throughout the night. We weren’t the only ones, but I liked to think we were a fan favourite. However, we’d never posted these videos anywhere else. My sex work was exclusive to the club, and Rider’s work was exclusive to me. This was a new venture for us, but I’d be damned if I didn’t say it titillated me to the core.
“I can always edit the video if we need, okay? So, don’t stress,” I whispered, stroking him lazily.
“The only thing I’m stressing about is my cock not being between your pretty lips,” he growled.
I straightened my back and let my mouth fall open. He invaded me, hand cupping the back of my head, pressing me down further onto his dick. With Rider, it wasn’t necessarily about length, but the thickness of his cock. With him, I felt so insanely full, no matter what hole he used. I wouldn’t compare it to a soda can, because that would be insane, but it wassomethingto hold in your hands. Or mouth.
He used his grip on the back of my head to feed me his cock. Rocking in and out of my mouth, he slid against my tongue inch by inch, letting me grow accustomed to his size and pace. When I tipped my head back slightly, that was our signal for more. He bucked into me and shoved my head forward, making me gag on him.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, doing it again. “Keep making those noises, and this is going to be the shortest video we ever film,and I want to keep you choking on me as long as possible.”
I gagged again on purpose and he groaned. If I could manage a grin while his fat cock was fucking my face, I would be smiling ear-to-ear. Letting him take control was always a relief. As much as I loved slobbering around him and bobbing up and down on his delicious dick, it could wear out my neck before the performance. From this angle and height, he could work me however he wanted and all I had to do was enjoy the ride.
And fuck if I didn’t enjoy it.
I glided a hand up the back of his thigh and clamped my long nails on his meaty ass cheek while I swirled my tongue against the bottom of his shaft as he thrust in and out.
