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My footfalls thundered through the airport.

For a tiger I could make a lot of noise if I had to.

My heart pounded in my chest.

"Sorry!" I shouted as I shouldered past a happy couple in the race for the gate.

I couldn't let her get away.

After everything, this was my moment.

An airport buggy cut in front of me, trailing luggage containers that blocked my path.

I shook, anxiously tapping my foot.

The labyrinthine hallways of the airport were so stressful to run through.

So many obstacles, so many people.

It felt a bit much.

I dashed past the last container and leapt over a handle that jutted out the back.

I rounded the corner into a throng of people.

But I was taller than most of the crowd.

I balanced on my tippie toes, scanning the area.

There!

My face brightened.

There she was.

Waiting in line to board.

I smiled wide enough to show my fangs as I nudged through the crowd.

"Penelope!" I called out, hand raised.

She jolted and spun to face me.

Surprise flashed across her face.

She was a squirrel, all made up with chestnut bangs and candy eyeshadow.

"James..." she opened her mouth to say more, but shook into a smile.

I reached for her hands.

I stared into her eyes.

Or tried to.

Something over her shoulder distracted me.

I wrenched my gaze back to her.

"I..." A pit swallowed my stomach. "I-" I froze.

There was a terrible silence.

Penelope's lips pursed, an offer of understanding.

"Cut!" The call boomed to our right.

I clicked my tongue, annoyed.

A doberman stared at me. The director. He seemed peeved.

"Get August his lines and we'll shoot it again," he spoke to an assistant, loud enough I could hear it.

My face twitched.

I didn't need my lines.

I'd just been distracted.

I glanced over Penelo- err, Sarah the actor of Penelope's shoulder.

There was a light, just out of shot. The gaffer manning it had stepped back from the blinding halo. He was a goat, petite. Brown fur, all neatly trimmed with a white crest on his neck. He wore a white shirt and a blue ascot that marked him as part of the photography team.

My gaze lingered longer than I meant to.

He noticed.

Our eyes met.

I winked and turned to climb on the buggy that would bring us back to the scene's starting point.

As I sat, an assistant brought me a ream of papers. The entire script of the film, folded back to the page where James would confess his love, promise he'd changed and convince the girl of his dreams to give up on the life she wants to stay here with him.

I waved the assistant off.

I knew the lines dammit.

But they dropped the script in my lap.

I grimaced at it as the buggy zipped off down the corridor.

It wasn't the first shot of the day, but it was the first take of this scene. We'd been filming the airport scenes for days, and finally we'd moved onto the climax of the film.

I sighed heavily as I stared at the script, eyes glazed over.

It wasn't filmed as a single shot, but the director believed strongly in the perfect take. This was the climax, there could be no incongruity between the cuts.

So back to the start I went.

The buggy dropped me off next to the first set of cameras.

Someone from the makeup team ran a towel over my forehead and checked the fake cut on my cheek, a throwback to an earlier scene where James had started a fight and lost the girl.

I wrinkled my nose.

James was irredeemably stupid and Penelope was a shallow reconstruction of a real person's desires.

I rolled my shoulders back and stood tall.

Despite that, it was nice to be James and a dozen other dreamy, stupid love interests like him.

I knew the role I'd been cast in to a T.

I waltzed back into my starting position and waited for the countdown.

The moment the film was rolling I was off.

I sprinted down the corridor, apologised to the happy couple.

There was no jutting handle to leap over on the luggage train this time, one of many inane detail changes between shots someone liked to pretend would matter.

I poked my head over the crowd and shoved my way through it.

"Penelope!" I pushed more passion into the delivery this time.

She turned to face me. "James?" She gasped, a hand rose to her face.

I ran to her side.

Had the goat moved a few steps to the right?

His light was coming at a bit of a different angle, and I could see him standing beside it I-

"I can't let you get on that plane." My voice quivered as I spoke. "You mean the world to me Pen, I..." I trailed off, which was intentional. It was part of the delivery.

But the goat adjusted his light, lifting it ever so slightly to brighten my face. Because this was James's moment.

On the recording the difference wouldn't even be noticeable. Maybe a bit more of a twinkle to my eyes. But that was the level of dedication that only someone passionate about their work would consider.

"Cut!"

Damn it, froze again.

The director tilted his head, frustrated.

Sarah smiled at me. "It's alright," she spoke low so only I could hear it.

"Thanks." I nodded. It was her first time in a big role but she had this annoying quirk of always being perfect. At this point my mistakes dwarfed hers through everything we'd filmed.

I glanced to her side, where the gaffer was fiddling with his light.

He looked like he was deep in concentration as he adjusted the angle by a hair's breadth.

He poked his head up.

And the first thing he saw was my eyes on him.

His lips twitched, embarrassed as he ducked his head down.

I had to stop myself from biting my lip.

Was he enticing me, or was I projecting?

"Five minute break." The director called out.

I exhaled and trudged over to my seat. An assistant brought me water.

But I was restless.

I got up and made my way to the edge of the set, near where the photography crew was relaxing. I went straight to where the goat was manning the light. I looked towards the set, following the sight line out of curiosity for what he was trying to illuminate.

"Um, is everything okay?" A soft voice broke my focus.

I glanced behind me.

It was him.

He wore a gentle expression but he stood tense in my shadow. Like he thought he'd done something wrong. I looked down on him and smiled.

He was cuter up close, only as tall as my pecs. Much shorter than I expected.

I liked that.

"Nah, just curious what you saw."

He looked at his feet. "I noticed you kept looking, I can dim the light if it's too distracting."

"It's not the light that's distracting." I spoke in the silky voice James had first used to seduce Penelope.

The goat bleated a nervous laugh.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Riley."

"Riley." I tasted his name on my tongue. "Keep up the goat work." I clapped him on the shoulder as I strode past.

He jolted.

I glanced over my shoulder to catch him wearing a wide grin, from the shallow joke or the view I couldn't tell.

But his gaze was much lower than my eyes.

I flicked my tail so he could see more of what he wanted to see.

The call went out, break was over.

I got back on the buggy.

Riley.

I hope he was on set when we'd filmed my shirtless scenes.

My sex scenes.

I wonder what he thought of me then.

He'd have to have been watching.

I licked my lips.

I tried to avoid workplace dalliances, though they happened anyway. It was natural. In this industry there was no subtlety. Only aspirations and pleasure.

I wondered what Riley's aspirations were.

What his pleasure would be.

I'd done this rodeo before.

Again, I licked my lips.

Filming was tiresome.

It had been a long day, at the end of long months of shooting.

So it was nice to whet my thoughts on Riley, to have some new kind of motivation.

This time when James sprinted down the halls of the airport it wasn't Penelope he was racing for.

When I looked out over the crowd, I stared right past Penelope to where Riley was manning his light.

The slight change in angle would be imperceptible.

When the different shots were cut together nobody would be able to tell.

I grabbed Penelope's hands.

I looked into her eyes and wished they were his. Golden and flat-pupiled. Meek but full of intellect.

"I can't let you get on that plane." My words came hollow. James sounded bored. Of course he was. He didn't want Penelope in this moment.

I growled under my breath and stepped back, then rolled a paw through the air towards the cameras to get them to keep filming.

The director wouldn't be happy but I felt sure I could do this.

I stepped back into the crowd.

"Penelope!" I called out.

Better, full of spirit.

Riley's light brightened the edge of my vision as I ran towards her.

I tried my best to ignore him.

I clasped the squirrel's hand.

The light wasn't bright, but it was persistent.

Mesmerising, even. Riley pulled it up towards my face, the adjustment so acute only I could see it.

It felt good. Too good, that he was so focused on making me shine.

"I can't plane you I-" I clenched my eyes shut.

Idiot.

Sarah laughed.

I chuckled, embarrassed.

One for the bloopers at least. People would notice that I was most of the bloopers of course, but that was fine.

I hung my head.

"Cut!" The director leapt out of his chair. "August! August. Come on brother." He was baring his fangs as he wandered over to me. He was a full head's height shorter than me, but I was intimidated.

This dog and his stupid films had paved the path for my career.

"Do you have any idea how expensive it is to rent half of Fowling's airport?" He glared at me. "I'm tired man. Pick it up."

I frowned at him. "Long day." I rubbed my nose.

"Then we'll call it here." He scoffed and turned. "Pack it up! Back tomorrow, same shit."

I pinched the corner of my eyes.

Sarah clicked her tongue and strode off set.

The energy had been sucked out of the room the moment the director said we'd finished.

I felt the fool, but that was fine.

I was over it.

I'd starred in so many of these chick flicks and they were all the same schlock. The entire production team had droned on and on about how important the choice of love is, the director was mad for it. It was all he could talk about. His vision, the saccharine romance that would be a blockbuster hit.

And to his credit, it probably would.

In no small part because I was in it.

The heartthrob of a generation.

The first trailer even had a scene of me shirtless in it, there was no shot this movie didn't land on its feet.

If I was carrying this movie, I was allowed to crack under the pressure.

A good night's rest and I'd be fine.

My gaze drifted to Riley's light. He stood there, dutifully searching for my eyes even though his co-workers were packing down their gear.

I winked at him again.

He winked back.

I crossed the set, there was something I had to know. I'd never seen a gaffer with so much attention to detail. He drew in a deep breath as I approached.

He had this nervous energy that only made me more interested. It meant he cared.

I slapped a hand against the case of his light.

"Riley." I smiled at him, his name tasted even sweeter the second time. "Who told you to be so particular with the light?" In a scene like this there was little need for it.

He shrugged. "Uh, nobody. I figured it'd look better."

I raised my eyebrows like I thought the idea was incredible. "Wow." I let my hand fall to his shoulder. "If more people thought like you, these movies might actually be something."

He tried to hide an awkward giggle.

That was a relief. He knew this was all bullshit.

"Thanks, um, let me know if it's too much," he said.

I stroked my thumb against the base of his neck. "It's perfect." I let my voice sink to a gravelly purr.

He held eye contact, the corners of his lips twitched towards a smile.

Interest. I was so close to making a bolder move, like scratching under his chin. A level of intimacy I wasn't owed, especially out in the open like this.

But I felt he'd let me get away with it.

I was just about to go for it when he took a step towards his light.

"Um, I should help with pack down, good work today."

I was a smidge annoyed with myself for not moving quicker. "Even after I bungled all those takes?" I frowned.

"But you looked good doing it."

That was all the proof I needed this wasn't one-way.

I smirked. "Thanks to you. I'll see you around?"

He nodded.

Again I glanced over my shoulder as I walked off, expecting his eyes to be glued on my ass. But he was packing up his equipment.

I clicked my tongue and strode towards my personal assistant.

She smiled at me as I approached.

That was half of what I paid her for.

"All good?" she asked.

I nodded. "Can I get you to send a note?"

"Of course."

"One of the gaffers. Riley, that goat. See if he's free tonight."

She bowed her head. "Of course sir." There was something a little sour in her voice.

She knew.

But that didn't bother me.

Riley felt special. I'd had hundreds of interactions with production staff who'd caught my eye. Most were disappointing, a handful were keen on more but so blatant it felt like they were sucking up to me.

And maybe he had a little bit, but that was good actually. I liked that. I was a star and to a degree, I did expect people to treat me like one.

I sauntered off set to the costume room, way too eager to see if Riley would accept my invite.

I'd been put up in a swanky hotel on the northside of Fowling and had unlimited access to a fleet of chauffeurs who pulled up at the airport near the end of the day. I'd never been to Fowling before and sometimes I liked to drive myself and see the sights of a new place but this city was far too familiar. Another tech capital torn between gentrification and the utilitarian cramming of as many working spaces into the CBD as possible.

It seemed a dreary place to live and a boring city to explore.

I paid it no mind as a chauffeur took me to my hotel.

My thoughts were wound too tight around Riley.

I wanted to show him my body.

Wanted to manhandle him.

Fuck, I wanted to taste him.

I was so horny I couldn't get my thoughts off of him.

He seemed so gentle.

Not too physical, gave off the vibe he liked to be in his own head. Focused on things he enjoyed.

But I wanted to be very physical with him.

And I wanted him to focus.

And I knew he would enjoy me.

I couldn't help but smile in the elevator to my room.

My cock was hard.

I adjusted it in my pants, exhaling as I gave myself a gentle squeeze through the fabric.

There was always the possibility he'd be a no-show. I'd been disappointed before.

I paced my room. I should've asked him myself.

I texted my assistant. She had managed to get him the message, told me to expect him soon.

I considered beating off just to expel the racing thoughts. I was overflowing with arousal and I needed satisfaction.

Agonising minutes passed 'til there was a steady rap at my door.

I flung myself at it and yanked it open.

Riley stood in the hallway, a bag strung over one shoulder. He'd changed into casual clothes, a worn white t-shirt with the logo of a dated film festival and sweat shorts. A smile tugged at my lips.

"Riley." His name delighted my palate. My fingers buzzed in anticipation. The things I would do to him...

He sucked in a long breath. "Hey."

I wanted to pull him into my room.

Hold him.

Kiss him.

Tear his clothes off.

I had to control myself.

I moved to the side and welcomed him in.

He eyed me cautiously, and stepped inside. He shook his hands out as I closed the door.

"All good?" His hesitancy gave me pause. Were he just as eager as I we'd be a tangled tussle on the floor.

He nodded at me, his big eyes wide.

"What'd my assistant tell you?"

"Um. She said August wants to screw your brains out and gave me your room number." He gently put his bag down on the floor.

"Well." I wrinkled my nose. "I had worded it less bluntly."

"I, well... I appreciated the honesty." Riley drew in a long breath. His hands were shaking.

"Done this before?"

"Yeah. No- well. Sorta. Not with..." he stared at me. "Not with a lead role." He meant star. Someone of my status.

"Ah, good." He was a slut. My slut for the night. But I could ease him into it. I wanted him relaxed. "Have you eaten? Or am I getting naked?" I licked my lips. It was mostly a joke. I think.

He scanned my face, then his gaze went south. These pants obscured a lot but they wouldn't hide it all. "Uh, I could eat. Haven't had anything since lunch."

"Same." I nodded, though truthfully I was too excited to care. I could shag him on the floor, take him to the bed and go again in the shower before food would've even crossed my mind.

He wandered further into my room and looked stunned as he glanced around.

"Fancy," he muttered.

I grabbed the room service menu off of a table and held it out to him.

He stared at it for a short moment. "Um. Do you do this often?"

"Order room service?" I tilted my head.

"Pick up entry level production staff." He spoke firmer than he had before.

I chuckled. "Only if they catch my eye."

"So often, got it." He plucked the menu out of my hand.

I feigned offence. "Rarely. But I'm always ready to indulge those that do."

"Sure." He didn't believe me. "I'll just have a mushroom pizza." He passed me the menu back.

It was one of the simplest things on offer. I started plugging the order into the hotel's website on my phone. "Anything to drink?"

"If I'm hooking up with a co-worker I'd rather do it sober."

That statement gave me whiplash.

He was committed to the hookup. Good, but a co-worker? I had to stop myself from snorting. I was so much more. But that wasn't something I'd say out loud. Not yet, at least.

"Wiser than I." I hid my chagrin under a smirk as I ordered a steak and an expensive red for myself. "So."

"So?"

"Tell me about you."

"Eh. Eventual film graduate, knack for lighting." His eyes softened as he spoke. It painted his expression so perfectly.

"Eventual?" I wanted to kiss him but the subject felt too important to interrupt.

"Dropped out twice, downgraded to part time, upgraded to full time. Failed things. Tried again, finished eventually." He recounted it without a lick of shame. Most people in his position would've tried to talk themselves up to impress me.

"Sure, what was hard about it?"

"Having to work while studying, and getting distracted by my own projects." He cocked his head like he was considering saying something more. Fuck, he was impressing me.

"Hmm." I rubbed at my chin. "What kind of projects?"

"Doccos mostly. About people. Their stories, their struggles."

"Ah, a young philanthropist?" I asked. I wasn't sure why that excited me. I dunno. Figured it was a good thing. Figured that made it even better that I was about to slam my cock into him.

"I guess." He eyed me up. "And what's your deal?"

I furrowed my brow. Hardly anyone even thought to ask. Most people acted like they knew me. "I act, I sleep, I fuck. Whatever gets me through it." I shrugged like it wasn't much.

"Huh." He peered at me strangely. "No other hobbies?"

I blinked, taken fully aback. I'd used that line a dozen times and never once gotten anything other than an amused chuckle. "Used to have a thing for cars, but figured that's a bit trite in this line of work."

"That's funny." He snickered. "Sorry. Not hunting for your ego, just amused."

Ego. He'd called it by its name.

He was three shots bolder than anyone I'd bedded before.

It was a new side to him, one he couldn't show as a gaffer on a film set. This felt like him in earnest.

I was intrigued.

"Usually too busy to commit myself to another thing. I suppose I read a bit."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. News mostly, but I have a thing for amusement parks. I like to keep up with them and I always make a point of visiting them when I travel somewhere." Even as I spoke it I knew it sounded ridiculous; I was becoming increasingly distracted by his smile.

He nodded slowly. "Fascinating." He stretched and sat on the end of my bed.

Overwhelming compulsion drove me to sit beside him.

Our thighs touched.

I grinned down at him.

He winked back at me.

My cock throbbed in my pants.

I was torn between hugging him, or kissing him, or asking him what he thought of the movie. He had insight, I was certain.

"Have you been involved much in the filming?" I asked.

He nodded. "Been on since the start."

"Then how have I missed you this whole time?" I clicked my tongue.

"Must've been hiding behind my light." He smirked.

"Were you there for the sex scenes?" I grinned back at him.

He dipped his head and nodded.

"Did they awaken anything in you?" I needed him to say yes.

He snorted. "I'll be honest, I was far too busy to daydream."

"Oh. Fair enough." It wasn't disappointing per se... just. Maybe it was disappointing.

"Don't think a PG sex scene would get me going in any case." He lay down on the bed. "I'm more about the R stuff." He stared up at the ceiling. A tuft of soft brown fur poked out from under his shirt.

I reached out and stroked my fingers across it ever so gently. "Yeah?"

He drew in a staggered breath and smiled. "I really want to shoot a porno some day."

My cock ached. This filthy-minded whore had me on a hook.

"I got the sense you don't like playing James?" He sounded sweeter. He knew what he was doing, drawing me on. Maybe even testing my response.

I wanted to ignore the question.

I wanted to climb on top of him and feed him my cock. Fuck.

But I also had frustrations to air, so I indulged him in an answer.

Waiting for the food to arrive was brutal.

Conversation was easy but my thoughts kept circling the gutter.

I wanted to show him my cock.

So badly.

I wanted to hold it out in front of him.

I wanted to see the surprise and interest on his face.

The urge to expose myself was clouding my ability to engage with him.

Did I want to converse with him about film-making techniques? Absolutely.

I also wanted him to cup my balls in his hand and kiss my cock.

But he said something a little revealing about the director. "He makes crass decisions."

Crass wasn't even half of it.

I snorted in agreement.

"How do you feel about this one take bullshit he wants for the climax?" I asked.

Riley's brow furrowed like the notion offended his sensibilities. "Waste of everyone's time to satisfy his whacked out emotional needs."

"That's most of the work we do." I leant forward to hold one of his hands. "But we all have whacked out emotional needs."

That was my segue.

It was clumsy.

It was stupid.

But I really, really needed to get out of my pants.

At this point, I was sure he knew that.

"Yeah?" He grinned. I think he knew what was coming.

I stood up and let a hand fall casually to my waist. I unclasped my belt.

He was staring right at my crotch.

He could see the outline of my bulge.

Fuck me he was so cute.

I whipped my belt out and dropped it beside me.

I reached for the zip of my fly.

A knock at the door broke me from my trance.

"Room service!"

Riley half jumped off of the bed, startled.

I laughed and answered the door. The worker pushed a trolley in and left us to our devices.

I spun, still just as eager to drop my trousers but Riley's eyes were on the food.

Truth be told, he was a little fascinating to listen to. He wasn't just a gaffer, he had a passion for good cinema. He could speak at length about camera angles, different lenses and in the same breath dictate what made narrative experiences so compelling on the screen.

I'd been acting in films for over a decade but he was teaching me things I never knew about the other end of a camera.

The food was nice. The wine was okay, but it got me tipsy.

Tonight felt like more of a date than the passionate hookup I'd imagined.

But we finally finished eating and conversation started to dwindle.

"Why don't we move back to the bed?" I asked in a sultry voice.

He nodded, the action almost laboured.

"All good?"

He nodded again. "Nervous is all." His excitement from dinner was hidden. It was dawning on him what we'd be doing now.

I wanted to be accommodating.

I also really, really wanted him to blow me.

"We can stay here and chat some more," I offered.

He shook his head. "I didn't come for the chatter. I just get, uh, not anxious but anxious."

A broad grin shaped my lips.

He was here for my cock.

I licked my lips and raised a hand to start undoing the buttons of my shirt.

He blinked at me.

His eyes widened.

He blinked again as I threw the garment across the room.

He'd certainly seen me like this before, toned muscle visible through the trimmed white fur of my belly.

His gaze traced the stripes on my torso.

Excitement rose in my chest.

I wanted to go further.

I wanted to be naked with him.

"Um." He sounded so nervous. Another reservation? "What about, uh, Vanessa."

"Who- oh. No. That's not an issue."

Fucking hell.

Vanessa was the next in a string of 'arrangements' my agent had put together.

I'd only met her twice.

Once at a party, before she was a name people knew. Where I'd insulted her and then almost puked on her.

And again, on our fake date so fake paparazzi could take fake photos of us canoodling.

That was over a year ago.

The story had only broken a few days ago.

I kept forgetting I was meant to go along with it, though nobody gave a shit.

Most people around me knew exactly what it was.

Most of them knew why the deception was necessary too.

Those closest to me knew exactly what I was.

Couldn't have a faggot starring in an entire generation of feel good romance flicks.

Riley was staring at me.

He furrowed his brow. "I see. Just making sure." He cut his eyes away, an embarrassed look on his face. "Um. Does that mean you're-"

"Wanna see my cock?" I spoke over him.

He nodded hurriedly.

I moved my hands to my fly.

"Wait."

I frowned, fully ready to eject the rest of my clothes.

"You, uh. Are gonna think I'm, like crazy but." He was trembling as he stared. "Can I film us?"

I leant back.

The question sent me reeling.

Yes.

Yes please.

Yes film me fucking you.

But also. No? That could be career-ruining.

That was rule one. Don't make a sex tape.

But.

The thought of showing off for the camera how I'd always wanted to be was so enticing.

I wanted to rut this guy.

I wanted to perform the sexiest act of rutting this guy I could.

Fuck me, I wanted to watch it back so I could jerk off to it again and again.

And again.

I had a semi before he asked me.

Now I was rock hard.

"Do it."

He looked shocked.

Beyond shocked.

But he threw himself from the bed and grabbed his bag.

He had a camera.

The serious kind.

This wasn't some hobbyist's recorder.

He dragged a tripod out of his bag and set it up, meticulously eyeing the sight line of the bed. He tweaked the angle twice and let it rest.

Then he rushed to the light switch and fiddled with the dimmer.

He was fast. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He barely dulled the lights, enough to make it look warm but bright enough to see what we were doing. Backlit by the cityscape the hotel overlooked, it would've been an impressive shot.

Finally, he stared down the camera one last time and adjusted it the tiniest amount.

A master's touch.

He hit record.

I whistled as he came back to me, far less shaky than he was moments before.

"Impressive."

"Thanks." Though the set up had put him at ease, he sounded immediately flustered. I reached for his hand and pulled him onto me.

His face landed against my breast.

My cock throbbed in my pants.

I knew he felt it because he throbbed right back.

My hands fell on his ass.

I squeezed.

His stubby tail swept back and forth excitedly across my hands.

I wanted my cock in him so bad.

I pulled him up my chest so I could kiss him.

I shoved my tongue into his mouth.

He whimpered in my hold, trying to match the way I lapped against him.

I pulled back.

He lay breathless on top of me, an incredulous expression on his face.

"Wow." The word slipped his lips.

I rolled him to the side so I wasn't obscured for the camera.

I wanted this to be easily visible.

I tugged my pants down, my eyes trained on his face.

The focus with which he ogled my boxers only made me more excited.

I wasn't just some heartthrob actor.

I had it where it counted.

In no small part that fed my ego to the peak of this industry.

He blinked at my bulge.

I wanted him to see all of me. Couldn't wait any longer.

I tugged my boxers down.

Nine inches of thick tiger cock glistening with precum.

Riley gasped.

He stared at it, then glanced at me. His jaw had dropped ever so slightly.

The awe on his face made me giddy.

I reached for his hand and moulded it around my cock.

He was breathing heavy.

I exhaled as he jerked me.

"Like that?" I asked.

He nodded, eyes wide as he squeezed it.

I crooned my head back.

His touch was so gentle.

So placid, though he shook ever so faintly.

My heart pounded in my chest. I loved to expose myself.

Fuck I bet I looked good on that recording. Completely nude next to him fully dressed.

"Whatcha gonna do with it?" I sounded so coy.

He was quiet for a moment, too distracted by playing with my cock. "Suck it."

I smiled. "And then?"

An awkward smile rose on his face. "Ride it."

"Mmmh." I thrust weakly into his hand. "Hell yeah you are."

I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward into a sloppy kiss. When he pulled back, he was panting.

He looked marginally more composed as he tugged off his shirt.

The white crest on his neck expanded into splotches of white that broke up the brown fur of his body.

I reached a claw out and tweaked his nipple.

He shuddered and moaned.

"So horny." I grunted and let my fingers trail slowly down to his crotch.

I pawed at his hard cock through his pants.

He humped back against me as I slipped my fingers past his waistband.

The breath went out of him as I brushed past his cock.

"What's this?" I grinned at him as I fondled him through his briefs. He pulled his pants down and kicked out of them.

I squeezed his bulge. He grunted as he lay beside me. I leant over him and rubbed my dick against his briefs. He was only six inches. I was so much bigger than him.

I yanked the underwear down.

His cock flopped against his belly. A splatter of pre slicked his brown fur.

He grunted.

Naked together. I growled as I lay over him, our cocks pressed together.

He felt less nervous now we'd had such intimate contact.

I held his face as I kissed him on the lips and ground my crotch into his.

I loved to be bigger than him. Stronger than him. He was like putty in my hands as I shaped his body against mine. He grasped at the fur of my back and moaned into my shoulder.

I wanted him flustered, but he welcomed my advance too keenly.

He kissed me back, firmer than I'd kissed him.

So I leant away. If he wasn't going to be dominated he could choose.

I sprawled out on the bed in front of him.

"You can take any part of me." I propped my head up on an arm.

I fully expected him to descend on my cock.

I wanted him to blow me. Wanted to see how much of it he could take.

Instead he cuddled up to my side and buried his snout in my armpit.

He breathed in my aroma. The sweat of a day's work.

I was surprised, but I could work with that.

I pressed my arm down against him, pinning him in place.

He ground his cock against my side.

My fingers probed under his tail.

He jolted as I prodded his hole. He moaned into my pit.

I circled my finger around his hole, delighting in the way his legs quivered under my touch. His entire body stiffened. He grunted and humped my side even harder.

It amused me to no end, that only minutes ago he was trembling and nervous. Now he snorted at my pit like he was drunk on it.

I grabbed his head by a horn and lifted him to my face for a kiss.

He smelled so strongly of me it made my cock twitch.

I blinked.

Never been into that before now.

"Try these." I nudged him south and shoved his muzzle against my balls.

He gave them a hearty sniff and shuddered. He shifted onto his arms and rubbed his face between my thighs, moaning as he covered himself in my scent.

I grinned at the sight of it.

He lapped at my nuts. I exhaled. "Mmmh. That's it."

He sucked one into his mouth and rolled it over his tongue. As he let it fall from his lips, his tongue flashed down my taint.

I jolted, so unexpected. Pre oozed from my cock.

I couldn't wait much longer.

I tilted his head back and pointed my dick at his mouth.

His long tongue stretched out and swiped the precum off of the underside.

I moaned. "Take it." I nudged my cock against his lips. He suckled on the head almost delicately as his tongue curled around my shaft. He worked himself onto it, almost methodical in how he took it. Not too fast. Not too slow. Careful as he managed his breath.

I loved his dedication to what he knew, but I wanted something more.

So I pushed my hips forward, a little less gently than he'd have appreciated.

His eyes shot up to me, but a smile curled on the edge of his lips.

I grinned back down on him. That was all the affirmation I needed. I groaned as I forced another inch of my cock into his muzzle. He strained and started bobbing his head, retreating just enough to keep it comfortable for him.

"Swallow it," I spat the words like they were an order.

He braced forward, intent on working my cock deeper into his mouth with each bob of his head but this position was doing him no favours.

I rolled him off of me and stood at the edge of the bed nearest to the camera. He wriggled over on his back and stared up at me.

He was so fucking cute. Too cute. I leant forward to tease his nipple, but he lifted his head and slathered his tongue across my nuts. I exhaled, my chest aglow with pleasure. His nose pressed against my taint and his cock throbbed.

I loved that he knew what he wanted.

Loved that he took his pleasure from my body as I took mine from his.

I let him lap at my balls a moment longer as I pinched his nipple. His hips thrust at the contact. I could've watched him forever. I leant back, let my hands fall to my hips and gave a satisfied sigh before grinning right into the camera's lens.

When I watched this back I'd reconnect right with those feelings every single time. I knew it now, like some of my greatest moments in cinema. This would be one of them. A secret, just for me and Riley.

I was insatiable. I wanted more.

Craved more.

I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed it towards his mouth.

He lurched forward to take me. He could handle six inches with some difficulty, but standing over him like this made it easier. I threw my head back and moaned out loud as I glided into him. I thrust my hips, gentle enough to not make him gag but forceful enough to open him up. He sucked in a breath and took it down to seven inches.

"So good." I growled and let him adjust. He felt incredible. Pleasure intermingled with joy. I was too excited. Too eager. But he was too.

He worked his tongue around my cock, curled right around the shaft. I gasped. My cock throbbed, encircled in his warm hold.

I could've finished then and there.

But I had to know if he could take it all.

I held him by the throat and put pressure down on him. His face scrunched in concentration. I pushed in another inch. My balls lay atop his nose. He drew in a long breath and seemed to ease up. I pushed in further.

His hands clenched the sheets.

I moaned as I stood over him, hands held behind my back.

"Almost, almost," I muttered. The warmth in my chest urged me on as I pushed the last inch of my cock into his throat.

He spluttered. I backed out of him.

Spit hung from my head.

He heaved in a breath and sat up, barely missing a beat before he leant forward, so diligent in his lust to pleasure me.

I leant back on my heels and exhaled, smiling down on him as he worked himself halfway down. His hand rose to my balls, which he grasped and put some weight on. I grunted, my cock throbbed against his tongue.

He moaned, so caught up in the moment.

"So fucking good." I ruffled a hand against his head and nudged him back. He stared up at me, watching through hungry eyes as I lay down beside him. I pat my chest. He crawled on top of me, his face fell between my thighs.

His cock was slick with pre. I teased him with the tip of my tongue. The taste of him was electrifying. So sweet, so raw. His hips clenched and he moaned softly against my shaft.

I dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock, my hands clasped around his back. I rubbed my snout into his fluffy sack and purred as the warm touch of his mouth swallowed my cock.

I thrust into his muzzle as I lapped at his nuts. He squirmed in my hold, his sounds of pleasure muffled through my cock.

I pushed his tail up with my nose.

His pink hole looked so tight. His entire body shook as I pressed my tongue against it and circled it slowly. His back arched. His head rose up as he groaned and shuddered.

I spread his ass in my face.

My broad tongue swept across his hole twice in measured strokes before I punched into him. My thoughts burned with the sweet taste of his pre still on my palate.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard." I slapped his ass.

"Mmh." He shoved his ass firm against my snout. I forced my tongue into him again, deeper as I curled it inside him. He looked tight but he felt loose, like he didn't fuck often but kept himself prepared just in case.

I snarled as I lashed my tongue against him, he really wouldn't take much to get ready and I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait.

I slapped him again, harder this time. He gasped around my cock. Fuck. He'd sound like that when I railed him.

I was going to finger him just to be sure but that gasp tweaked something in me. I shoved him off of my chest with force. He bounced on the mattress and landed on his back. I pounced him.

My cock was slick with spit and pre as I ground it between his cheeks. I growled against his neck and prodded his hole with the tip.

He exhaled, his hands gripped my back.

He wanted this so bad.

I pushed into him.

Warmth blossomed through my chest as I spread his hole. I snarled at the first touch of resistance but eased some of the pressure off of him as he relaxed. He gasped but it was nothing like when I slapped his ass. I thrust forward. He gasped again, better this time. Just a touch of pain.

Fuck. I dragged my tongue up his neck. His fingers loosened against my back, his hands flopped into the sheets.

"Are you my whore?" I purred against him.

"Uhuh." He grunted between sharp breaths. I humped into him a little more. "Fuck me," he pleaded.

I shoved the rest of my cock into him. Pleasure welled up within me. My balls ached for release. His hole squeezed tight around the base of my cock, penetrating him was ecstacy. I thrust against him, testing what he could take. He groaned out loud, his fingers tangled in the sheets.

I smothered him under me, caged him between my arms and legs. He gasped again as I picked up the pace, my entire body shuddered at the sound of it. His back arched under me as I thrust into him with enough force to rock the bed.

He was so tight. So warm.

Mine.

He was mine.

This was being recorded. I kept forgetting. I growled as I railed him. Eager to put on a show. To exhibit my sexual prowess in a way I'd never tried before. My tail curled and swayed with every motion.

I grunted and groaned louder than I'd ever felt the need to before.

My fingers tingled from the pleasure as I pounded him into the sheets.

He lay passive under me as he writhed. His moaning came broken by those same gasps that really fired me up.

I nuzzled his face. He licked my cheek, so weak yet so deliberate. I slammed my cock right back down to the hilt and kissed him. My tongue pressed past his lips.

He gasped into my mouth.

Something tweaked in me.

I was tense.

Sweat beaded on my brow. I snarled and redoubled my efforts. The mattress bounced as I forced my hips against him with every downward thrust. His eyes were clenched shut but there was bliss etched into his face.

He was still so cute.

He was mine.

He smelled like me. I'd seduced him. Me.

Fuck.

I shuddered and lifted my head. My chest tightened.

My balls ached as I shot spurt after spurt of cum right into his ass.

I collapsed on top of him, still humping away with increasingly less fervour.

He moaned as gasped, though it lost the intensity he'd had only moments before.

I rolled off of him, still panting.

I was dripping sweat.

He crawled between my legs.

He was still hard.

He hadn't finished? The realisation jarred me.

I didn't know what to do. Had I gone too fast? Had-

He silenced my thoughts as he stroked a finger between my ass cheeks.

A smile formed on my lips. "You wanna plow me?" I raised an eyebrow.

He dipped his head and wet a finger in his mouth.

I didn't want him to break focus.

I reached out to a bedside table where I'd stashed a bottle of lube.

"Go." I handed it to him and rose up on my knees. "Fuck me."

He slathered himself up and poked some into me. I groaned at the touch of his fingers. He spread me slightly, but I was ready. I'd spent time with guys far bigger.

"I can take it." I wiggled my ass in front of him. "Fuck me."

He sat behind me, clearly in no rush. His fingers stroked down my back. I shivered, shocked at how good that felt just after cumming. He rose to his knees like a batter stepping up to the plate. I grit my teeth and buried my face in a pillow.

He rubbed his cock over my hole, thrusting slowly between my cheeks.

My breath caught.

I'd wanted him to rail me into a rapid finish but the deliberateness with which he coaxed me into what he wanted changed my mind.

I purred as he poked my hole, pressure mounted as he pushed into me.

I gasped. A new wave of pleasure crashed through me.

His hips brushed against my ass cheeks. I tried to grind back against him, but his hands on my back fended me off. I whimpered as he started to find his own pace.

He was slow.

But it wasn't boring. It was sensual, almost tantric as he worked himself against me.

His gentle thrusting made my arms weak. I collapsed onto my belly and moaned far louder than I'd meant to. Precum oozed from my cock.

His movements were like clockwork, so regular. So steady, yet they added more and more to the building intensity. Each stroke of his hips felt stronger than the last. The seamless rhythm made it feel endless.

He pitched forward without breaking stride and nudged my arm with his muzzle.

He was the perfect height to fuck me while he stuffed his head in my armpit.

He breathed in my scent, the sound of it filled my ears. But he held his breath and until he exhaled I felt something deeper with him. Something so intimate I hadn't the words to describe it, that through scent exchange. Through pleasure. There was more to this moment than a sweaty fling. He was experiencing my body, worshipping what parts of me he adored.

He caressed my back as he humped away. My balls swung back to touch his with every thrust.

I was weak under him. Every tiny new sensation sparked a spirited reaction from my body I couldn't control. His nose bumped my armpit. I groaned. A crease in the sheets rubbed against my belly. I convulsed. His fingers traced the stripes of my body. I heaved in breath til I was lightheaded.

He followed a stripe around to my belly.

His hand tapped lower and lower until he grasped my rock hard cock.

I shuddered. He started working it at a similar pace to his thrusts.

A wave of pleasure made my belly quiver.

I started bucking my ass back against him, only this time he didn't stop me.

He started pressing against me further. His thrusts grew stronger. His hand on my cock grew firmer.

He gasped, the sound so raw and full of pleasure.

It struck a chord in my brain.

I growled as I came. The second orgasm rocked me even harder than the first. Pins and needles crashed up my limbs and cascaded into throes of pleasant tingling.

I lay prone under him, hardly able to see straight.

He bleated under his breath.

His cock throbbed hard within me. And finally he broke his pace. His perfect rhythm faltered.

Warmth shot through my chest. Another spurt of it followed.

He collapsed forward, cradling me as I mewled and whimpered at his touch.

He was shaking and heaving deep breaths.

But he was still.

He held me. His touch so tender. His breath so ragged. He rubbed his snout against my back. I was sweaty.

I hope he liked that.

I rolled to embrace him. Our bodies pressed firmly against each other.

I licked his cheek.

He let out a quiet sound as he nuzzled my face.

I rumbled, so worn out.

There wasn't even a remnant of the nervous energy he'd started the night with. Like I'd earned the right to see a new layer to his personality, he clung to me.

He was the first hookup in so long who didn't make me immediately want to shove them out the door and take a long shower.

This intimacy felt special because I understood him. Because he was so passionate about things he cared for, so by holding me I could be a piece of that passion.

I wanted that.

I wanted to hold him too. To nurture our afterglow. To affirm to him what we'd done mattered to me. That he wasn't some floozy.

He planted kiss after kiss on my jaw.

I stroked my paws down his back.

And for a while all we knew was the raw physicality of our actions. It baffled me. I wasn't one to canoodle, I was hardly even a cuddler. But every point of contact carried some intensity. It felt like he'd embraced the core of me. I could feel tears in my eyes and I dared not let them spill.

I was still aware of the context but in the touch of warm breath from his exhalations, I found it didn't matter.

Like I wasn't just some star-struck notch on his bedpost.

And that frightened me.

I drew in a long breath as my ego recomposed itself around me. Those feelings were too alien, too precious to stay immersed in for long.

"How's it feel living every teenage girl's dream?" I asked.

He nuzzled my side. "Like a fantasy."

I snorted. "Here I thought your fantasies were about filming."

"Got this on tape, didn't I?"

I squeezed him. I'd forgotten the camera was rolling for the first time in my life.

Fuck me, I had a sex tape.

That was in direct breach of rule one.

But... I liked that we had. That felt wrong to me but I couldn't deny it.

I rose out of bed and decoupled the camera from the tripod.

I held it close to my chest, pointed down at my cock.

I crawled on top of him and shoved my dick against his lips.

He licked me clean.

I purred right next to the camera's mic.

He smiled up at the lens.

I cut the recording.

"You can keep that," he said. "Err. The file. Not the camera."

"Yeah? What's the catch?" The afterglow was fading and my careerist brain was switching back on. I rolled off of him and crashed into the bed beside him.

Fuck me. Why did I have a sex tape?

That was rule one.

Rule fucking one.

The leverage he'd have over me... I nestled the camera under my arm.

The question took him off guard.

"No catch." He raised his hands defensively.

"I will replace your camera, but I'm keeping this." This was bad. Did not like this. Not one bit. I- stupid. I am so stupid.

"Oh." Riley blinked. "Um, sure. If it makes you happy." He sounded bothered by the idea but he wouldn't fight it.

That helped put my mind at ease.

No tricks, no way he'd be able to sneak a file that big out somehow.

I took a deep breath.

"Sorry. Can't take risks." I chewed the inside of my lip.

"Then delete it." He sat up, his hands were shaking.

I didn't want to upset him.

I stared at him. "Are you insane? That was hot." And sensual. And when he cuddled me afterwards I felt I could've sobbed in his embrace. But those feelings were private. And I'd relive them every time I rewatched it.

The concern ebbed from his face and he gave a candid nod. "Yeah."

I moved the camera to the bedside table so it was out of mind and rolled into his belly.

I licked his chest.

He laughed.

"Hit me up whenever we're on set together and this can happen again."

He gasped, his hands fell against my ears. "Really?"

"Mhm." I nosed my way through the brown fur of his chest to his nipple, which I teased with my teeth.

He grunted and clenched my ears. "So long as I'm not that much of a distraction."

"Fuck 'em if you are." I nuzzled his neck. "What are they gunna do, fire me?"

"I suppose not." He wrapped his arms around my back and kissed the top of my head. "I'm on for the rest of the filming, so if you're on set..."

I purred and bundled him under me. "Busy nights." I humped him playfully.

He giggled and rubbed back against me. "Um. I hope you, like, don't think I'm doing this for my career."

"Meh." I licked his cheek. "If I'm a rung on your ladder, I just hope it's a fun one. What's your dream? How can I help boost you there?"

"Err, I'm serious." He rubbed his nose. "I wanna go indie. Like. Real indie, my own studio. Small, real and emotionally cutting."

"Cool. I know a-"

He pushed me back.

I leant off of him.

"Nah. I really mean it. Don't network me, I'm not about it. Lemme work my passion."

"Right." I cleared my throat. "Well. I'm far too naked to fault your abilities in that regard."

He nodded.

"And I can't deny you've got an eye for the screen. So I suppose I'll be reaching out to you in a decade when I'm all washed up, trying to get you to film a retrospective about how the biggest faggot in cinema became a het sex icon. Call it Straight for Pay."

He gave me a quizzical look. "Yeah actually."

"And I suppose when we're on set then, we can still smash as needed." I circled a finger through the fur of his chest.

He snorted.

"Wanna suck my dick while I watch it back?" I cocked my head towards the camera. I don't even know where the idea came from. I think I just wanted to see our intimacy again, validate it as real. He looked me in the eyes for a long moment. "I'm not usually this horny, you've just got me going." It wasn't a great excuse but it worked.

He crept forward and nuzzled his head against my thighs.

He licked me. Pleasure curled in my chest.

"That's it," I cooed and placed my other hand between his horns as I reached for the camera.

The display wasn't large but it didn't need to be. It was visual stimuli that refreshed every second of those memories.

I didn't skip any part of it.

Fuck it was hot.

The sight of me whipping my pants off in front of him had me rearing to go right away.

And he was good. So dedicated. He lapped at my dick and played with my balls the entire way through.

I rest the camera on my belly so I could stare him in the eyes, with the video barely in focus in the lower edge of my vision. If I could play it back while recording I'd have done it in a heartbeat.

I kept watching him. He stared intently back at me.

I felt locked in a trance.

His flat pupils held me in place.

I didn't even make it halfway through the recording.

I was just about to mount him, but that barely even registered for me.

I was stuck staring into his eyes as he blew me.

Fuck.

My hips pumped into his muzzle as I shot another load into him.

He swallowed every drop.

I put the camera down.

I didn't think I could bear watching it all again right now.

Not when he was right here.

When I could snuggle up to him again.

To feel his body against mine.

I tugged him into my arms. If he were hard I'd have gotten him off, but he lay at ease in my hold.

I purred in time with his breath.

He scritched his fingers up and down my back.

My heart ached for him. This moment. This intimacy. These feelings. I knew they wouldn't last but how they filled my soul in this moment pulled me ever closer to falling into his stare once more.

I hunkered down with him at my side.

It didn't take long for his gentle snoring to fill the air.

I held him in my arms, unsure what else I was meant to do.

Hours of the night passed through my fingers 'til I couldn't take it any more.

I was wide awake. My cock stood at full mast, too keen on more of the perfect goat rump dozing softly in my arms.

I thrust idly between his thighs, too tired to think about what I was doing. Just that it felt good.

I grunted.

He roused.

"I am so fucking horny." I whispered in his ear.

He reached between his legs and grasped my cock. I moaned and quivered against him. He guided me towards his tail. I growled and grabbed that lube. When I pushed into him he gasped the same way.

I was too horny to think. Passion fed the beast in my head as I crammed another load into him and passed out.

I woke to his hand brushing my thigh.

He was half awake as he spooned me. I ground my ass against his crotch. He bleated softly. His cock rubbed against my hole.

I purred as I wriggled further back against him.

He pressed his cock into me an inch at a time.

We both moaned.

The pleasure ricocheted off my exhaustion. He was so gentle. It felt so good. Waves of warmth and joy echoed through me. I think I dozed off, mesmerised by his thrusting. II jolted awake when he grunted mid-orgasm.

I curled in his arms and purred. My cock was dripping pre. It only took a few steady strokes for me to burst again. He fell weak against me and continued spooning, drifting off with his cock still in me.

Warmth brightened my chest at the crack of dawn.

I shuddered awake.

He was between my legs with half my cock in his mouth.

I purred and tussled, too tired to fight the deluge of pleasure he brought to me.

But I'd popped so many times in the last few hours it took him so long to wring another one out of me.

The sun had risen by the time he collapsed back in my arms.

I was awake but bleary.

I grasped his cock and started working it.

He convulsed in my arms, thrusting weakly into my paw. I held him steady until he spurted another load across his chest.

We lay there in a tired haze.

My body ached but I'd never felt so good.

He snored against my chest until my alarm forced us up.

In the shower I had him pinned against the wall, balls deep in him 'til the warm water and steam roused me in true.

I couldn't even finish again but neither of us complained. We both knew we'd do it all again tonight. We dressed in silence, too tired to say a word.

I stared at his camera on the bedside table.

I sighed and held it up to him. "Promise to me this thing doesn't have a secret card or secondary internal storage or something."

He scoffed. "It's not that flashy. Promise, no tricks."

I grimaced. I believed him but I couldn't be too safe.

I searched up the model. I double checked for any kind of modifications.

No chance.

So I lifted the panel covering the storage and ejected the memory card. "Is there anything on this you'd like me to transfer you besides the most incredible sex I've had in years?"

He grinned. "Nope. Card was blank otherwise."

I held out his camera to him. "Sorry if I freaked you out last night over this."

He clicked his tongue. "I get it."

"Anything you'd like for me to make it up to you?"

"Nope!" He enunciated the word heartily.

"Can I at least upgrade your camera?" I pleaded with my eyes. "To make up for your lack of sleep?"

He tilted his head. "No and if you keep insisting I'll get annoyed." He folded his arms. "I know what people do in this industry. I'm sure you're very used to giving people a leg up for a blowjob but I don't want that. I'm here to build skills and make my own way."

I wanted to let it lie, but I couldn't. I shook my head. "I don't get it. They'll chew you up out there, have you seen what people say about C-grade films? You'd get a warmer response spitting on their mother."

He drew in a long breath. "I think your audience is all you've known. But people make stuff, crazy stuff. Real stuff, and maybe teenage girls don't care for it. Maybe the wine moms of North Fowling won't obsess, but they've already got you for a distraction."

"It's gunna suck, but sure." I shrugged. What else could I say? I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't feel hard done by or something.

"If the process sucks, if I suck, if the entire experience is shit it'll only push me closer to making the sort of things I dream of." He scrunched his face. "And I kind of dread it, because I do know what people say. But I need to know they're justified. That they're not bitter about who I am and where I've come from. I need to be sure that there's no history, nothing I owe people. And it sucks, because I could show you my dream camera right now. And you'd probably buy it for me, you'd blow my budget wide open. And I bet I'd hate to use it, so let me stick to what I know and muddle through."

He had that look in his eye.

Tortured artist.

It was insane to me that people chose that life.

"Suit yourself."

"I will." He gave a defiant nod.

"You're an interesting guy." It felt hollow after all he'd said, but I meant it.

"The fact you think so is proof my way is right."

"Sure, I guess." Fair point, really. Had he been more agreeable he might've drifted from my mind the moment we stepped out of this room. "If we get a moment can I booty call you on set?"

He blinked, taken off guard. "Keep work stuff at work. Flirt if it makes you happy, I'll play dumb and go along but that's about it."

I tutted. "Fine. But if I say your name instead of Penelope I'm not taking responsibility."

He scoffed through a smile.

"Let me call you a ride to-"

"No." He grabbed his bag and strode right out of my hotel room.

I wrinkled my nose.

I would've at least enjoyed having breakfast with him. He was peculiar company, but I craved that. Maybe he was right. He'd been the realest person I'd met on a set in a long time, which probably said more about me.

Hm.

It wasn't a difficult thing to reflect on, I knew exactly the sort of movies I was starring in. But the thought of making big changes, nah.

I was paid too well to consider big changes.

That said, if I could buy more moments like last night I would. But what we shared was too precious, too fleeting.

I sighed.

I really wished he stayed for breakfast.

He'd seized my thoughts.

The entire way to the airport he orbited my mind. Flashes of last night popped behind my eyes, the sound of his voice. His breath. His moans. I was oscillating between being violently horny for him and daydreaming about us bitching to each other over the production.

He kept me distracted through makeup and costuming, kept me entertained during the long wait 'til first shot of the day. But he kept me focused as I prepared to sprint towards the gate.

Because I'd see him soon.

There was urgency in my stride as I threw myself down the corridor.

I stumbled as I bumped into the couple. "Sorry!" I staggered through the word. It sounded genuine, looked genuine.

I clenched fists while waiting for the luggage buggy, impatience raw on my face.

I took off with such ferocity I nearly ruined the shot by outpacing the dolly that followed behind me.

I nearly jumped to peer over that final crowd, my heart was in my throat.

There!

Past Penelope. Past the cameras, behind his dinky little light.

Riley.

"Penelope!" I had to force myself to say her name. It felt ugly on my tongue.

I elbowed my way through the crowd and ran to clutch her hands.

Her fingers were cold.

I couldn't close my eyes to think of him.

But his light tilted ever so slightly towards my face. It burned at the edge of my vision and I swore I wasn't imagining it, I could feel its warmth on my cheeks.

I couldn't stare at him instead, but my mind's eye was full of him. The velvety brown and white fur of his belly. His cock. The concentration on his face as he swallowed me to the hilt.

Like my eyes had glazed over he was all I saw before me.

"I can't let you get on that plane." There was trepidation and excitement. "You mean the world to me Pen, I..." The thought of losing him brought pain to my voice, but there was hope too. That we might go again tonight. "I messed up." The words creased in my throat. I shouldn't have been so pushy, he had his way. I needed to respect that. "But I've ch- I'm learning." I hung my head and raised a hand to the fake cut on my cheek. The way he left me this morning stung. I wouldn't let it happen again. "And I wanna keep learning, for as long as we walk this Earth. I wanna keep learning with you." I should've respected him more. Should've stopped trying to make his life easier because then it wouldn't be the life he wanted.

I pulled Penelope's hands to my chest. I could feel Riley's hands on my body still, the way he held me like our souls were touching. "I love you, Pen. Please don't get on that plane." My voice trembled and cracked.

I stared into her eyes.

Stared through her, hoping back there Riley knew this was for him.

"Gimme one more chance." I whispered the words.

Penelope's eyes were wet. She shook in my hold as she embraced me. "Oh James..." she sniffled. "I- I."

I stroked her back and cooed softly.

She tucked her head against my chest.

Finally.

I cast my gaze off set, to where Riley manned his light.

I wanted to smile at him.

Wanted to wink. To lick my lips.

But all I could do was stare.

His head poked up over his light. He winked at me.

He was so damn cute in that blue ascot.

I had to fight the stirring in my pants. That was not a conversation I wanted to have with Sarah.

She was halfway through her lines.

I'd completely zoned out.

I nodded and squeezed her as she spoke.

My part in this scene was finished.

A hard cut followed the end of her speech.

Fuck I was good.

"Cut!" The call boomed through the set.

I eased away from Sarah, relaxed enough to suck in a deep breath.

"Nice!" She pumped a fist in the air and motioned me for a high five.

I grinned as clapped her hand.

It was the perfect take.

"Places! Another take." The director barked.

I grimaced.

We'd do it again, for hours. Until we crossed some arbitrary threshold in the director's head.

I hated it.

But at least I had my distraction.

Riley.

His name even sounded sweeter in my head.

When we broke for lunch I had my assistant send him another note.

I was certain I could sweet talk him into sucking me off in my changing room.