Page 44 of Love On and Off Set

Without warning, I pressed myself against him. For sure a bold move. Maybe even crossing a line. As I angled my hips to press my very interested cock against him, he shuddered. “Let me show you…”

Something flickered in his eyes. “Yes. That. Now.”

Before he could change his mind, I grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the dressing rooms.

He glanced back longingly toward the props room.

“Trust me. It’ll be fine.”

“I…uh…trust you.” He licked his lips.

Normally, I would never dare to go into the stars’ rooms, but the smallest one, at the end of the hall, hardly ever got used. I pushed the door open, flipped on the light, and dragged Hallstein in. I shut the door and threw the lock. Then I pressed him up against the wood. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

“I…uh…”

“Am I being too bold? Quite possibly. Have you been giving me looks of longing for almost a week? Probably.”

“I’m not sure—”

I pressed my lips to his. And Hallstein’s hesitation had me reconsidering. Was I being too aggressive? Like, consent was a thing, and he’d agreed to come here, and that was consent. Right? Or—

He plunged his hands into my hair and tugged me closer. He opened his mouth and, when I reciprocated, he thrust his tongue into my mouth. He moved his hands down to my hips and held them steady as he thrust his hard cock against mine.

Well, okay then.

I grabbed his hands and tugged him over to the couch.

He hesitated.

“Oh, you can fuck me bent over it.” I eyed the scratchy fabric. “My skin is too delicate for that.” If I kept my super soft shirt between my hips and the couch, I’d be fine.

“Uh, Myles…”

I stopped and approached him. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

“Well, okay then—”

“I just haven’t…” He swallowed.

I stilled. “Like, ever…?” Forty-something and a virgin? Not unheard of, but—

He barked out a laugh. “No, I’ve had sex before.”

Which was a relief because although we had lots of time, I wasn’t certain we had time for lessons. “Okay…”

“But…” He cleared his throat.

Again, I stilled.

“Condom.” He motioned to his cock which pressed against his suit pants tantalizingly.

“Right.” I yanked my wallet out from the back pocket of my skinny jeans. I tossed him the condom, snagged the packet of lube for myself, then put the wallet on the back of the sofa. I unzipped my jeans and started yanking them down as I toed out of my running shoes. “You’re okay if I prep myself? Because, like—”

“It’s fine.” He fingered the condom. “I…usually I have more time.”

“Next time, I promise.”