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Chapter Eighteen

Storm

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” I ask.

Gabriel nods, but he doesn’t look so sure. He looks terrified. I’ve never been nervous doing this work, no matter who I’ve been with, but he’s got my nerves on edge. He’s standing by the door in my room, staring at my bed like he’s never seen one before.

“Maybe you should go jerk off or something first. You know, to relax,” I suggest.

His gaze darts up to me and there’s something in his look that tells me my thoughts about him doing that are correct. Or not doing that.

“You don’t do that, do you?” I ask softly. He’s already said this, but there was a part of me that couldn’t believe it. Who the fuck doesn’t jerk off?

All I get is a slight shake of his head and pink cheeks. The thought of him being so innocent has my dick rock hard. I guess I have no choice but to believe him now.

Gabe doesn’t jerk off, meaning he’s probably all tense and needy. He’s going to explode in this video that we’re about to make. I could probably make him come without even touching his dick. I’ll work him up until he can’t take it anymore. Those kinds of videos make so much damn money. And it’s a good way to get him into this, to make him see how much money he could make from it. If we made a video and it flopped, I doubt he’d wanna do it again.

It took a few days for Gabe to agree—okay, that’s not true. He agreed right away. I told him we needed to wait a few days because I didn’t want him doing something he didn’t actually want to do. He was having a rough day, and wasn’t in the headspace to make a rational decision. When I went to him about it again, he handed me a contract that he’d already signed. He’s eager and prepared.

“Do you know how to?”

“Of course,” he rasps out.

I stop in front of him, catching the pulse in his neck throbbing wildly. “Show me.”

“What?” His face instantly goes red.

I drop to my knees and look up at him with a smirk.

“Show me.”

“But I—we—” He looks to the bed, then to the camera that’s set up on the dresser in front of it. It isn’t recording yet.

“This isn’t for them, this is for me. I need to know what I’m working with, Gabe. Show me how you get yourself off. Since you know how to do it and all.” I smile mockingly at him.

I’m sure he knows how to do it. It’s instinct. You do what feels good, and touching your dick feels good. All guys do it differently. There isn’t a right way or a wrong way. I just want to watch him do it.

“You want t-to watch?”

I nod as I stare up at him. “And I want your cum in my mouth.”

The bulge in his pants twitches, because yeah, he’s been hard for a while now. So have I. I’d love to get this whole scene on film; it would be so damn good, but something tells me it’ll be easier on him to do it this way. Besides, he may change his mind in the end, so the video could be for nothing. I need to get him comfortable with himself before we start making content. The innocent thing will go over well, and I don’t want him to lose it. I just need to make sure he’s going to be okay with this—with me. It’s like a test run.

When he doesn’t move, I reach up to unbutton his pants. With my hands hovering over it, I ask, “Is this okay?”

He nods, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. I pop open the button and undo the zipper.

“I’m not doing this for you,” I say. “I’m just helping you. I want to watch you get yourself off.”

Pushing him is turning me on so fucking bad. There’s a million questions I want to ask to make sure he’s okay, but he’s going along with this, so I assume he’s fine. We’d talked about this extensively. He said he was comfortable telling me to stop if he felt he needed to. I have to trust him. Being inexperienced doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he wants.

I shove his pants down, then peel his briefs over his dick, my mouth watering at how big and hard he is. Leaking too. His cockhead is plump, looks pillow soft and I want to suck on it like a lollipop. I bet he’d come in seconds…

“Go on then.” I sit back on my calves once he’s stepped out of his pants.

“I… I…”

I raise a brow, waiting for him to say something more or reach for his dick. He does neither.

“I lied,” he finally says, hands balling into fists. “I’ve never done this. At least, not consciously.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means the one time I attempted, my mother caught me and chastised me so badly that I never wanted to do it again, but there have been times in my sleep that… well, you saw.” He gestures out to the hallway.

Oh, I did see the big mess in his pajama pants that one morning.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he blurts, hands going to his hair. His breathing increases, face full of worry.

“Hey.” I get to my feet, putting my hands on his cheeks. His dick brushes against me, but I try to ignore it. Now’s not the time to be a perv, even if I really want to be. “Relax. I’m not upset, not mad. I’m honestly really turned on by this.”

“You are?” he asks carefully.

I nod, huffing out a laugh. “Yeah, but let’s talk about this for a second.”

“Okay?”

“I need to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“I am.”

“Does it bother you that I’m a guy?” I ask.

Again, we’d talked about all of this, but I have to be sure. And maybe reiterating this will help him relax.

“Not really, no.”

“Not really?”

“Well, I’ve never—” He cuts off briefly, and it hits me then. I was so focused on him jerking off that I didn’t think of anything else.

“You’re a virgin?” I whisper. “Fuck.” I look upwards, thanking my stars for how much fun I’m going to have with this man. If he allows me to. How did I miss this before? He made a comment about sex being between married people… and it never clicked for me. I’d just assumed he had sex with his fiancée… at least once. I didn’t think he knew nothing .

“It’s what my family wanted. I was supposed to get married, and—”

“You don’t have to explain yourself. I just need to be sure that you’re comfortable with this.”

I do my best not to sound like a horny bastard, but all I can think about is how badly I want to suck him off, fuck him, and let him fuck me.

“I feel like we need to talk about this more.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “If I think about this too much or we talk about it too much, I’ll change my mind.”

“That’s my point. I don’t want you regretting this.”

“I won’t regret it. I want to do this, but if I keep thinking about it, I’ll convince myself it’s wrong, even though I know it’s not.”

I frown, taking a step back to give us some distance. His dick is still out, but not hard anymore. It’s difficult to take him seriously with his cock hanging out like that, but I’m trying. He doesn’t seem to care.

“Let’s do this now. Talk later,” he suggests. “Please. If I don’t do this, I’m not sure I ever will, and I promise that I really want to.”

Well, now that has me thinking the guy just wants to lose his virginity. I have no issues with that… I won’t pity fuck the guy, but I will let him use me.

“Are you sure?”

“So sure.”

“Okay.” I get back to my knees, grabbing the bottle of lube from the bed and handing it to him. He takes it carefully. “Do exactly as I say.”

He nods shakily.

“Pour some lube into your palm.”

He does and I take the bottle, putting it down beside me.

“Now lather it all over your dick and stroke it until you’re hard.”

Gabe hesitates just a moment before doing as I say. He’s clumsy, lube dripping down his leg, landing on the floor, but he poured a lot so he still has what he needs. My eyes stay glued to his hand. The way he fumbles with his own dick, running his hand up and down it. The way he squeezes it. The way it gets hard and so much bigger right in front of my eyes. I lick my lips, biting on my bottom lip as I fight the urge to lean forward and take him into my mouth.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask as he strokes himself slowly, unsurely.

“Yes,” he breathes out.

“Squeeze tighter. Three strokes like that. Then stop.” He pauses before doing what I say, holding his dick at the base when he’s done. I watch him pulse. He’s going to come so quickly, and it’s going to be the hottest fucking thing.

“Now drag your fingers along the underneath, up and down.”

He swallows hard before doing as I say, fingers trembling, dick bobbing.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell him, my voice raspy. “This is so hot.”

“It is?” he asks.

“Very hot.”

“I was always… told it was… dirty.”

“Oh, it is,” I say, licking my lips. He frowns down at me. “So dirty and so fucking hot.” He looks even more confused, but I’m not explaining all that to him right now, so I say, “Keep going.”

Gabe’s breathing increases, going ragged. I can’t tell if he’s just nervous or if he’s close to coming.

“Are you close?”

“Close?”

“To coming.”

“I… can’t be sure,” he breathes out.

I groan, my gaze going back to his bouncing cock.

“Jerk yourself off. Let me watch. Do whatever feels good. And when it gets too much, keep going. I want to swallow your cum.”

A choked sound leaves his throat as he wraps his hand around his thick cock. He strokes himself, and it’s awkward at first. Tentative, like he doesn’t know what he’s doing and I guess he doesn’t, but that makes it all the more sexy.

“That’s it,” I say, mouth watering. “Just like that.”

“God, this feels…” He whimpers, slowing his movements.

“Don’t stop,” I growl.

“But it… it’s…”

“You’re going to come,” I tell him. “You’re going to come like a good little virgin boy.”

“God, god …”

I open my mouth, leaning close and bracing myself against his thighs in just enough time for the first rope of cum to hit the back of my throat. I swallow, anticipating the next. He cums and cums, not all of it going in my mouth because he’s so wildly out of control with his movements. He stumbles back at one point, and I go with him so I can get more.

He’s panting, dick still hard when he’s done. I lick my lips and get to my feet.

The fear in his eyes is wild, but so fucking sexy. He looks like a scared animal, ready to run, but I won’t let him.

“Well, what do you think?” I ask with a smirk, using my thumb to wipe my chin. It comes back with a bit of cum, so I wipe it on my shirt.

“I think… I think…” He closes his mouth, catching his breath. “I think I’m an idiot for never doing that before.”