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“Really?”
“Yeah. You’ve really nailed your character. I’ve seen actors with far more experience than you who still can’t do this.”
My chest grew warm, like I’d just swallowed a pitcher of warm honey.
“So, what do you think we should rehearse?”
“I don’t.” Wyatt gave me a smile. “You’ve got this, truly. I was going to ask if you wanted to come into my motel room last night and just… panicked.”
That warm honey felt like it was spreading through my veins, seeping out from my chest and down my arms and legs.
“I was hoping that might have been the case.” I stepped forward, feeling far calmer than I had the night before. “Why didn’t you?”
“Dean,” Wyatt said with a frown. “I know you said you weren’t together, but I felt like I owed it to him to ask whether he had a problem with me pursuing you.”
“And?” I wondered whether he could hear my thumping heart. I certainly could — it was amplified in my damp ears.
“And he said he was fine with it.” Wyatt said with a shrug. “He said he can’t be seen with you, so he doesn’t mind if I spend time with you instead.”
All my feelings from the day before returned as Wyatt pulled me into one of the deepest kisses I’d ever experienced. His hands explored my body, squeezing my damp bikini through my clothes and massaging my skin. My fingers found their way into his shaggy blond hair and I pulled him closer, pressing myself against the hot throbbing shaft that strained against his abdomen.
He pulled my tank top off and grappled with the ties on my bikini while I pulled my skirt down and kicked it away.
“This seriously doesn’t bother you?” I asked, as I pulled his hand down to my right thigh. The prosthetic started below my knee, but he knew what I meant.
“Not at all. As long as I’m not going to hurt you…”
“You won’t.” I smiled as I kissed him, my teeth brushing against his until I parted them to make room for his tongue. He explored my mouth as we staggered together back to my bed, and I eased myself back on the covers. Normally, I would have hated to have wet swimwear on the furniture, but today I was so caught up in the moment that it didn’t bother me. Especiallysince Wyatt was already pulling them off, only pausing to admire the light dusting of blonde hair on my pussy.
Once I was naked, I kneeled to tug his board shorts, wanting to see what kind of equipment he was hiding within them. His cock sprang out of the elastic waistband and I gasped at how big it was: the length, the girth, even the swollen mushroom-shaped head. I wrapped my hand around it, testing the size, and it was almost as thick as Dean’s.
“Is this what everyone in Hollywood is like?” I asked, and Wyatt laughed.
“Are you telling me that Dean has a big cock, too?”
I hadn’t meant to… it had slipped out. I cringed, but Wyatt touched my chin and tilted my face up to kiss me again.
“It’s okay. I know you slept with Dean, and it’s not a big deal. I’m not a possessive guy.”
Relief washed through me as I returned my attention to his cock. There was no way I could fit the whole thing into my mouth, but I could at least take some of it. I relaxed my jaw and slid my lips over the head, keeping my teeth out of the way as I sucked and licked.
Wyatt moaned and tilted his hips, prompting me to take more of his length. I plunged downward, filling my mouth with his meat, until the head reached the back of my tongue. I pulled away and repeated the action, this time sliding my hand over the part of his cock that I couldn’t fit into my mouth, spreading my saliva down the rest of his shaft.
Was I doing this right?
I glanced up at Wyatt, and his reaction told me I was doing fine. He watched me with intense lust in his eyes as I took him in my mouth again, all the way to my throat this time, and reached my free hand under the base of his cock to tickle his balls.
“That’s it, baby.”
I felt his shaft tighten in my mouth and moved faster. He groaned as I pumped my mouth over him, wanting him to enjoy every single second.
But then, as I was sure he was on the verge of coming, he grabbed my hair and gently pulled me away.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, and I positioned myself on my hands and knees, ready for him. I’d been wet ever since he’d told me I’d mastered my scenes, and I knew I was slick enough for him to slide right inside.
Still, he paused.
“What?” I asked and turned to see him stroke the lower half of my prosthetic.
