“Such a greedy girl,” I say to Miko, who is watching his girlfriend with a telling smile.
“Such aneedygirl,” he says and his harsh thrusts contradict the gentle stroke he gives her cheek. He raises his voice so the camera can pick it up clearly. “Only ever satisfied by two cocks. Or more. Dirty, dirty slut.”
He slaps her cheek again and Harley moans with pleasure as she continues to suck him. I don’t need to see her to know she’s salivating around him, drool falling down her chin. Imagining this and the tears slipping out of her eyes should spur me on, get me closer to my climax, but it doesn’t. For some reason, I am finding it very hard to get close.
It could be because I shot a huge load yesterday when I filmed a solo scene after edging myself for the best part of three days, but considering it’s been nearly two weeks since I was last inside someone, I should be raring to go during this scene. But I’m not. It’s easily been over twenty minutes – the minimum amount of time I like a scene to be before I come – and so I can let go, let the climax build, but it’s not happening. Time to take action.
I look down and spit on my hand. I bend low over Harley’s body.
“Can I touch your pretty little dick, Harley?” I ask in a gravelly voice.
Harley has already given me consent to touch her but I didn’t get my name, ‘Consent Guru’ for no reason.
“Do you want me to make you come, Harley?”
She groans, loudly.
“Slide a finger inside Miko if that’s a yes,” I say slyly.
We’re known for having fun in our scenes, for having banter and play and teasing each other. The viewers will love this shit.
“Ah!” Miko throws his head back. “That was a very enthusiastic yes,” he tells me.
I’m laughing lightly as I stroke Harley’s dick and it swells under my grip. I wish we had someone behind the camera who could move to see my hand at work for a close-up.
I always prefer to have a cameraperson filming our scenes because it’s just one less very important thing to think about, but this scene was a last-minute arrangement as we were all getting requests for another threesome together and seeing as Miko andHarley are about to travel to the East Coast to film with some other content creators we decided to just go for it.
When I feel a small bead of pre-cum at the top of her dick, I pull back and slow my thrusts. I bring the tip of my thumb that caught the salty pearl of liquid to my mouth and I suck hard.
“You taste good, Harley, girl,” I tell her and she moans around Miko’s cock.
“Fuck, yeah,” Miko says, reaffirming the praise.
“You’re so hot, Harley baby,” I tell her. “So hot and tight.”
Harley starts to whimper in little high-pitched squeaks.
"Fuck, I love those noises.” Miko throws his head back. “I’m so fucking close.”
Miko looks so hot right now. His neck elongated and a vein throbbing on one side. Every muscle in his hard-earned sculpted torso is tight and strained, the scars under his pectorals two soft lines of pink. His cherry-coloured nipples are hard little points I’d love to have in my mouth.
And yet, I’m still not close.
“Do you want me to come on your mouth and your fingers, you dirty little whore?” Miko has one hand on the harness at his hips, loosening it.Yes, I think.I’d like to see that. I try to imagine his clit growing bigger and harder in Harley’s mouth. I think about him holding Harley’s face close to his cunt. These are thoughts that would normally get me closer to coming, but once again,nada,nothing.
“Fuck,” I grunt out and I know for the camera and my partners it will read as pleasure, but instead it’s deep frustration.
I’ve filmed scenes where I don’t come. I like to keep it real and use those scenes as opportunities to talk about how sex isn’t only about orgasms or ending with a climax, especially as a penis owner. But today, I want to come. I would really like to come inside someone. I would like to come fully present in the scene that’s happening in front of me, namely Harley sliding anotherfinger into Miko as she deepens the arch in her back and takes his big clit completely in her mouth. I would like to come off the back of seeing Miko’s face twist with pleasure.
And not thinking about the way a certain young Irish woman tosses her hair over her shoulder. Not recalling the way she pouts when she’s thinking of what to say next in a talking video. Not about the way she shakes her slender hips in her old dancing TikToks. Not like I made myself come – so, so hard – last night.
Jesus.Now I’m close.
How the fuck does that work? It’s been nearly two weeks since we shared those weird and yet strangely endearing messages. It’s been nearly two weeks since she said she’d think about us doing a social media collab and she hasn’t sent anything else. It’s been nearly two weeks of me checking that conversation thread daily before then scrolling through her years and years’ worth of content to find another cute dancing or lipsync video of her that puts a smile on my face, which is something I simply don’t do. Not with someone who looks like her, and not with somebody who pretty much told me to fuck off multiple times.
But nothing makes sense right now. Here I am pounding into a hot, tight hole and watching a beautiful man close his eyes as he climaxes all over his moaning girlfriend, and yet it’s thinking about Mae, no,Maeve,and her innocent hair tosses, thoughtful pouts and cute little dance moves that has me closing my eyes and giving in.
I come thinking about how sweet and soft and warm those pouting lips of hers would be against mine. I come thinking about what it would be like to watch her eyes close as she approaches me for that kiss. I come thinking about what her motherfucking hair smells like.
