We were on location in the wilderness east of Ardaine. I was just wrapping up for the day, typing out a few notes for tomorrow, when the door to the trailer burst open. Lothair charged inside and locked the door behind him. His set assistant, who usually trailed after him like a shadow on filming days, must have stayed outside.
“Put that away,” Lothair hissed, his eyes flashing.
“Why?”
Instead of replying, he closed my laptop with a push of his hand and set it aside on a shelf.
“You’re lucky I saved it,” I muttered. “What’s going…”
I never finished my question.
Lothair sank onto his knees in front of me and frantically unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and swooped down the length like he’d been starving for me. I got hard so fast I could swear I felt the blood leaving my brain and rushing into my dick. With a moan of relief, Lothair sucked. His head bobbing, he took me into his throat over and over.
Overwhelmed, I grabbed his hair and neck, holding his head to me with both hands.
He gagged but only increased the tempo.
“Baby, I’ll come.”
“Mm-hmm.”
The orgasm slammed into me, and I lost sight of Lothair’s face in my lap. He sucked the cum out of me, squeezing my knot until it almost hurt.
I was still dazed from the pleasure when he stood and freed his hard dick. His eyes seemed to be burning.
He put one foot by my side on the narrow bench, and I opened my mouth. I let him feed me his cock, holding his feral gaze. He was in a mood today. We would spend the rest of the day fucking like rabbits.
He fucked my mouth ruthlessly, hitting the back of my throat until he came with a muted roar. If someone had walked by the trailer, they must have heard him. Not that Lothair cared about that sort of thing. Most people who worked close to him had probably begun putting things together about the two of us, but as long as my face wasn’t splashed across the tabloids, I didn’t mind.
I gobbled up Lothair’s cum and licked his softening dick. He hugged my head to his belly, combing through my hair.
“Sorry.”
“For what?” I mumbled into his T-shirt.
“I was rough.”
“You were. I liked it.”
He snorted out a laugh.
I rested my chin against his chiseled stomach and looked up at him. “Besides, do you think you could force me to do something I didn’t want to do?”
Lothair squinted. “No. But I can entice you.”
It was my turn to laugh. “Touché. You’ve done that a few times.”
Lothair’s signature smug smirk appeared, but this time, it warmed me on the inside.
“Can we go to the club?” he asked as we drove home, Kim trailing us in another vehicle.
I knew which club he meant. We still hadn’t exploredthe possibilities Conrad Roche had mentioned during our visit. “We can. But not tonight.”
He looked through the passenger window at the passing traffic. We were driving along the outskirts of town, avoiding the late afternoon rush. “It’s not like I’ll be hungover at your family’s lunch.”
“I know. But I think we should talk it through first.”
“We’re mated. We don’t have to talk things through. We’re made for each other.”
