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CHAPTER 25

OSCAR

I watch Alka leave and turn to the kitchen to begin prepping dinner. I like meals that can all be cooked at once. I have these stupidly expensive stainless steel stacking pots and pans, and I can literally stack them like a layered cake with different components of the meal in them then cook them on the same burner. It’s amazing, and I love them. They clean up with nothing but a rinse. They’re just that good. No kidding.

Just as I open the fridge, the front door opens again. I turn, thinking that Alka forgot something, though I don’t see his bags or breakfast left behind. Then Ruby comes around the corner with a smile.

Ah. Time for our boyfriend’s morning visit. One of my favorite parts of each morning. I close the fridge and cross the room to take him into my arms.

“You just missed Alka,” I say.

“I kissed him in the driveway.”

“Good.” I grip him tightly for a long time. “You’re spending the night tonight, right?”

Ruby nods.

“Good. I’m making one of Alka’s favorite dinners. Come hungry. ”

His smile presses to my neck. “Will do.”

My hands slide down his back to his sexy, plump ass. Now, his smile widens. Gripping his supple cheeks, I lift him up, so his legs wrap around me. Grinning, Ruby picks his head up with a smile and kisses me. His fingers play in the hair at the base of my head, which I swear I can feel in my balls.

How long do we have?

As our kiss moves beyond something that will finish in short order, I turn us around and head toward the counter where I set him down. “How do you feel about an orgasm before school?”

“Who am I to turn down an orgasm?” he says with a grin. His cheeks are pink though.

We’ve only been sexual twice. Once on the island and once two nights ago. It’s always been Alka between us as we please my husband—not for any reason in particular but because that’s how we happened to fall.

I have a feeling we’re going to fall like that a lot. Alka is our bottom. He’s actually rather submissive in the bedroom. While we haven’t explored a lot about how we’ll unfold in those moments, so far, we’ve naturally fallen with Alka between us as we give him pleasure.

This morning is just for us. I told Alka my plan, and he smiled widely and demanded I give him a play by play later. I can totally do that.

Pressing my lips to Ruby’s again, I kiss him for another minute before easing him backward. His legs dangle off the counter, which is fine. I slip my hands into the elastic of his pants and pull them down to his knees.

Ruby’s dick is hard. Ready. The slit glistens with moisture. “Mm,” I hum and push his legs up so I can stick my head between his thighs. Because his pants are still around his knees, I’m locking him in place.

He swallows as he looks at me, his cheeks flushed.

“You okay with this?”

Ruby nods. “Yeah. ”

“Can I suck your pretty dick, Ruby-Roux?”

He shivers, nodding. “Yes.”

Leaning my face down, his cock twitches. His balls move all on their own. He’s so excited. “You need an orgasm, don’t you, darling?”

“Yes,” he answers. His voice is huskier now, breathless, and I’ve only just started. I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy showing this man all the ways I can make him feel good.

I lick up his length and listen to him exhale. When his body relaxes, he tries to spread his legs but can’t. That can get frustrating, I know, but that’s why I do it. The frustration only adds to the experience.

With my nose in his navel, I take his cockhead into my mouth and sink down the length of his cock. He’s got a perfect length, meeting the back of my mouth when I have him fully engulfed. I put pressure around his dick, sucking out all the air and empty space in my mouth. Ruby’s inhale is sharper this time, his body jerking slightly.

“It’s going to be quick,” he warns. “I’m so horny.”

I smile around him, and while I don’t want to feel rushed, I glance at the clock. He has class at nine this morning, and he won’t be late on my account. It’s a good thing he’s ready. I think I can take my time, and he’ll still come for me without much effort.

We’ve been sans orgasm with this man long enough. I think maybe it’s time to start bringing him into our sex lives as well as our personal lives. He’s ready. I’m fucking ready.

I release the suction on his dick and feel his body jolt again. Keeping him in my mouth, I flick my tongue over his slit a couple times before circling it, learning the exact shape of him. The feel of him. How sensitive he is.

Swallowing him down again, his quiet moan fills my ears. I glance up, and it feels like I’m watching him from afar. His arms are over his head as he hangs onto the edge of the countertop. His mouth is open, and the pure arousal on his face is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

What does he look like when he orgasms? When the orgasm is all his and the pleasure is just for him.

I watch him as I suck his dick. Watch the way his face contorts, his breath catches, and he moans for me. His body tenses, arching slightly. His legs shake. Ruby continues to try to widen his legs, and I can see the frustration when he can’t. I double down for a minute when he tries, rewarding him for staying like this.

He comes with a low, deep groan, filling my mouth with a large load of his juice. His body trembles slightly as he empties, his leg muscles tense. One of his hands comes down to grip my head, holding me against him. Pushing my face down harder, I make sure to keep him deeply seated in my mouth.

He ends on a quiet gasp, his body relaxing around me like he’s just had a full body massage. I lap up every little drip until I’m sure he’s finished before letting myself out of his leg trap. He remains sprawled across my counter for a minute as I kiss along his stomach, feeling his muscles twitch and dance under my touch.

Ruby sighs. “It’s awkward to thank you after, but that was really good.”

“You and Alka like to tease each other and leave each other hard all day. I figure the least I can do is enjoy your releases.”

He grins. “Like to might not be the best words. I think we get carried away until something in the distance reminds us where we are and that we don’t actually want to be caught.”

“Be careful,” I say gently as I pull him up so I can kiss him. “I think it’ll be rough on both of you if you’re caught. You’re both going to feel guilty, and I’m not sure whatever outcome you decide is going to be happy for everyone involved.”

Ruby sighs, but this time, it’s not in pleasure. “Yeah. I know. We should stop sneaking around.”

“It’s hot though, right? ”

His smile stretches wide. “So hot, Oscar. So, so hot.”

I chuckle. “You want to clean up?”

“Nah,” he says and slides down from the counter. “I think I’m going to wear your spit all day. Sounds like a good time.”

Chuckling, I watch as he pulls his pants back up then hand him his lunchbox, wrapped breakfast sandwich, and kiss him one last time. “See you tonight.”

“Can’t wait.”

I follow him to the door and watch him climb into the car and drive away. Then I go back to prepping for tonight so all I have to do is dump the dishes into their respective pans and place them on the stove to cook.

Once I’m finished and the prepped food items are back in the fridge, I grab my messenger bag and head out to go to Collin Fox’s house. AKA Zvi. I tend to continue to think of him as Collin. Otherwise, there’s a chance that I’ll say the wrong name when we’re shooting.

We’ve had to postpone our meeting from last week to this week. One of his husbands—the rich trust fund guy—took the family on a surprise Vancouver trip for a few days, calling it a “field trip” for the kids. Honestly, those are the kinds of field trips I’d love to go on.

I stop at the bakery for some pastries and a couple drinks on the way, just as planned. He lives in this enormous mansion that’s been in trust fund man’s family for ages. I can’t remember what his parents do, but the Arila name is pretty prominent in this part of the country—in the right circles, anyway. I only know this because I was curious and did some research.

Collin opens the door as I approach. He’s young. Early twenties. I find him fascinating since he’s been curating his audience since he was a teenager. It was all strictly PG right up until he turned eighteen. What’s most interesting is he’d created his online name Collin Fox from the very start.

“Hey,” he says as he takes the tray of drinks from me. “Sorry for the reschedule. Orson likes to spring things on us. ”

“Not a problem. We live close, so rescheduling is pretty easy.”

He nods and shuts the door behind me. Zvi is a good-looking man with dark hair that he leaves kind of messy, though it’s styled in a way that gives the impression he tried to tame it. His eyes are dark, and his lips are very pink. They stand out as the kind that instantly make you think I want to kiss him . He’s got a nice, sexy body that he works on a lot.

I follow him down the hall. We’re almost to the stairs when his giant of a boyfriend, Vulcan, comes around the corner. He’s probably one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever met. Nearing seven feet, he has long hair and a long beard, giving you this big, hot Viking vibe. But his body is covered in pastel tattoos of sweet things, and he wears the sparkliest, most feminine clothing. He is the epitome of a man who’s comfortable in his own skin.

“Hey, V,” I greet. I may not remember all their names, but it’s hard to forget Vulcan.

Vulcan smiles shyly. “Hi.”

“I love that shirt. That’s my favorite one I’ve seen you wear.”

His face lights up. “Yeah? Thank you.”

I pause on the way by and open the box of pastries. “There’s one in there with your name on it. I bet you can pick it out.”

The way he beams makes me smile. Sure enough, he picks up the cupcake with unicorn frosting. “Thanks, Honey.”

“You’re welcome.”

“We’re just chatting today if you want to hang out,” Collin says.

“Thanks. I’m going to head to the forge for a while, but maybe if you’re still here later?”

“We’ll be glad to have you.”

He smiles again and waves as he heads down the hall, licking off the frosting.

“That was nice of you to bring him a cupcake,” Collin says.

I shrug. “I’m not bringing this box home with me. It’s for your house. ”

“They’re going to love that.” We climb up the stairs as he says, “Coraline loved the art set you bought her for her birthday. I think the cleaning company likes it less since she’s gotten paint and charcoal all over the place.”

“My pleasure,” I say, grinning.

Collin’s studio is in the attic. It’s one of those big attics that you see in old houses. There’s a bathroom and two rooms that he uses. He just changes out the furnishings depending on what he’s going for. There’s also racks of clothing and shelves of toys, amongst other things.

He leads me into the new office and does a little spin as he holds out his arm. “What do you think?”

“It feels very executive.”

“Right? I think I need to work on how to make the walls a little more… adjustable. They’re feeling very repetitive, but I can’t just paint them every time I want to change the scene.”

“Panels?” I suggest.

“Mm,” he hums and sits in the big chair behind the big desk. “I’ve looked at how they make sets, but they make sense to either abandon later or for an eight-season run. I’ve thought about vinyl pulls, but then there’s seams and obviously they’re 2D.” Collin shakes his head. “Anyway. Sit. What do you want to brainstorm?”

I set the pastry box between us as he hits record on the stationary ring cam. This is going to be a mix of flirtation—licking icing off each other, sucking on fingers, and chatting. The audio will be stripped before we use the content.

“We’re talking about starting our family,” I say, and Collin grins. His simple smile makes me smile too. “The thing is, I’m not sure how I feel about making sex videos and raising a kid.”

“Ah. The moral dilemma.”

“Yes. I get it. We’re trying to change the stigma against sex work, and I feel like ‘me retiring to raise my family because I feel weird about it’ is just more ammunition for them as to why it’s shameful. ”

“But you’re not ashamed, are you? That’s not why you’re thinking of retiring, right?”

“Right,” I say, grabbing his hand and licking the lemon curd filling from the tip of his finger. We take a minute to give each other sultry eyes before continuing the conversation. “But I keep thinking about how my kid’s going to feel when his peers are watching my sex vids. What kind of position is that going to put him in?”

Collin’s smile is amused. “You realize that retiring when they’re here and stopping making videos isn’t going to erase the ones already out there, right? They’re already there. No matter what you do, they’re there. That situation is probably going to happen regardless of whether you retire or not.”

I scowl at him. “Good point.”

“I can tell you from experience, it’s not something that interferes. Our kids know I work with other guys and that we make adult videos. Obviously, we don’t share details, and obviously, they’ve never seen them. But Dess and Jazz are at the age where they’re spending more time on electronics. Yes, we have those things locked tighter than Alcatraz, but it’s only a matter of time before they stumble across me online with my hole smiling at the camera.”

I laugh. “Oh god. Cringey.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. That’s just the risk we take. We’re ready to deal with it when we need to, so I guess, for us, we have a plan in place. Maybe that’s the first step for you. Lay out all the scenarios with plans to make each successful for you and your family. See which one fits your life best.”

“Which brings me to my next, maybe bigger question. I’ve built my brand on consent. I feel like I’m getting somewhere when I see more people building that into their videos. If I stop filming, how do I keep that dialogue going in more than just me saying, hey, consent is important every single time? Words are different from actions. Moreso, I think I need to begin diversifying but stay true to my brand, which keeps the questions and challenges the same. How do I do that?”

“Okay, now that requires brainstorming. First, come here and let me lick your face. Are you always this messy when you eat sweets?”

“Only for you, Foxy.”

He grins as our asses leave our chairs so we can lean across the large desk to meet in the middle. He makes a show of sexily licking off all the sugar on my face, and we kiss for a minute before sitting back to continue talking.