"I'm sorry." He fidgeted with his zipper and trembled as he yanked his black pants past his delectable ass. "Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?"
There it was. That line.
It wouldn’t work with me.
How strict would I be if he could win me over with a blow job?
I don't think so, kid.
Leaning over him, I brushed a hand over his crack and spoke quietly in his ear. "You can give me the right fucking answer, Mr. Hartley." I rubbed and squeezed his ass cheeks, warming them up for his punishment. "You won't tell anyone about my…unconventional methods, will you? Hmm?"
"No, Mr. Collins," he breathed out. "I promise."
"Good boy." I backed off a bit and gave his ass a smack. He yelped then moaned, and I did it again. "Now, think back. What was going on when you heard that phrase? What were we doing, and so on."
He went on to ramble nervously about the filming, what scene we'd been shooting, and I took the opportunity to get the lube from the nightstand. Blue blinked sleepily, licked her paw, and then she was out again. Lazy little shit.
"Can I please have a hint, sir?"
I hummed. "It's going to cost you."
"Anything."
I stroked his ass and set down the lube in front of him. That had his attention…until I raised the belt and let it make a resounding impact on his left ass cheek.
"Oh my fuck, Noah!"
I nearly lost it right there. "What did you call me?" Needing to touch him, I let go of the belt and grabbed his hips, pulling him back to me. A few inches south, I found his cock smooth, hard, and leaking. "Jesus Christ, you're making a mess."
"I…I…God, I'm trying to remember…" He moaned as I scraped my teeth along his neck. "I want to be good, I promise."
He'd get his hint.
After I learned how fast I could turn his ass red.
I used both the belt and my hand, and every now and then, I reached around him to rub his cock and spread the pre-come up and down his shaft and balls. At one point, I almost stopped. His eyes were welling up, but before I could worry myself to death, he choked out that he was close.
Holy fuck.
"I spent hours nitpicking over details in that first scene," I told him, kneeling behind him. I had maybe a couple minutes' worth of restraint left. Maybe. "Fuck…" I leaned in and licked him from his balls to his perfect little asshole. At the same time, a clear string of come landed on the floor. My mouth watered, and I was thankful when he remembered the answer.
"T-Tennyson warned you be-because—oh, shit—because if you kept fretting about minor details, you'd have to, um…" He hauled in a breath as I began tongue-fucking him slowly. "Oh… Um, you'd have less time with the following shot, and it would turn out, uh, not great."
Finally.
I stood up and uncapped the lube. "On your knees."
"Thank fuck, at last." He turned in a flash and sank to his knees, his fingers working my zipper until he could push down my pants. The second my cock was in his hand, he sucked me into his mouth, and we gave up on the charade.
"Perfect, baby," I groaned. "Hold out your hand."
He hummed around me as I poured some lube in his hand. Then I swiveled the chair around and sat down, perched on the edge so he had better access. He followed automatically, kneeling between my legs. His mouth went back to my cock, and he sucked me long and hard, as if he'd been deprived.
I wasn’t near ready for his cock in my ass, but I'd grown addicted to his fingers. He stroked and rubbed and teased, and then slowly pushed one digit inside. It caused pulses of fluid to seep out of my dick, to which he moaned and swallowed around my head.
"Goddamn, I missed you today." I wove my fingers through his hair and fucked his mouth gently, keeping the same pace as him. "I almost bent you over the couch in my trailer at lunch." It stung in the best ways, and when he added the second finger, I gritted out a curse and shoved my cock down his throat. "F-Fuck!"
He choked and then breathed through his nose. Slowly pulling out, I felt his tongue swirl along the underside, tracing the vein.
"I wish you would have." He licked his way down and spent some time sucking and tonguing my sac. I was in fucking heaven. Two fingers inside me, one hand stroking me off, a perfect mouth on my balls. "You're so sexy when you're in the moment. I love watching you work, Noah."
I groaned, the heat rising, my chest expanding with every breath I managed to suck in. "I need your ass, Julian. Now."