Page 42 of Play Room Actor

“And when are these three months over?”

“In six weeks.” Summoning all my willpower, I grabbed his upper arms and rolled us over. Now that he was on his back, I sat up.

Kilian propped himself up on his elbows, his brow furrowing. “But you’ve already broken your rule once. And from what I can tell, you enjoyed yourself in the control room. What’s the big deal?”

I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply. “Please don’t talk like that. This really matters to me. Just because I enjoyed it doesn’t mean I’ve failed. That was a slip-up, nothing more. I don’t even know what came over me in there.”

“Oh, come on!” Kilian said, his frustration evident as he grabbed his crotch. “I’ve got a rock-hard erection here! Don’t you want to help me out?”

“Not helpful,” I muttered through clenched teeth, doing everything I could to avoid looking at the tent in his shorts.

“What about just watching, then?” Kilian’s hand slid into his boxers, his eyes locking onto mine with a predative gleam. “You don’t have to do anything—no, I forbid you from doing anything. Just watch.”

I swallowed hard. If I was honest with myself, I was already completely at his mercy. There was nothing I wanted more than to watch him pleasure himself. Kilian, sharp as ever, caught the unspoken desire in my gaze.

“I can see it, Mick,” Kilian said with a sultry smile on his lips. “Your lust is growing and growing—just like my cock.”

He slid his boxers down, revealing himself to me.

Oh God!

“Take a good look.” He propped himself up on one elbow and wrapped his hand around his stiff length. “I’m jerking off for you, babe. So watch closely.”

He stroked himself, his thumb teasing the tip as his other hand tugged at his balls. My mouth went dry at the sight—or maybe it was watering. The view was breathtaking. What I wouldn’t have given to join him, to stroke myself alongside him.

“I can see it in your eyes,” he murmured, his voice low and smoky as his hand moved more deliberately. “You want more, don’t you?”

I nodded—just barely—but it was enough. A wicked, lust-filled smile spread across Kilian’s face. He tightened his jaw and tilted his head back, surrendering to the pleasure with a deep, throaty moan.

“Fuck, Kil …” I swallowed hard, holding myself back with every ounce of willpower I had. I wanted so badly to touch him, to lean over and taste him, to stroke his body and feel every inch of him beneath my hands.

When he spread his legs wider and lifted his hips, I tore my eyes away, desperately searching for a distraction, an escape.

“Look at me,” Kilian commanded, his breath ragged. “Only me.”

I did what he asked, but the sight of him confused me so much that I no longer knew what to think. He pulled the black T-shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful, muscular body.

With one hand behind his head, he supported himself, while the other pumped his length faster and harder. The muscles of his abdomen flexed, and a louder groan escaped his lips.

“Are you imagining touching me?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust. “Or licking me? Such a shame I won’t let you.”

I could feel the heat pooling deep inside me, slowly making its way to my cock. It was a jolt, one that punched the air out of my lungs, while my hands clung to my thighs, almost as if they were chained there.

I felt helpless… and trapped.

But I was incredibly turned on!

Kilian let go of his cock, which stood proudly upright, and glided his hand over his stomach and chest. As he pinched one nipple, he slid his hand back down his body and cupped himself between his legs.

“You make me so hot, babe. Do you want to kiss me?”

I nodded.

Kilian licked his lips, grabbed his length again, and swept his other hand across his chest. The man was pure eroticism, giving me a private show that had me completely spellbound.

“Too bad,” he whispered. “All you can do is watch.”

My cock twitched again, swelling harder with each passing moment. My mouth hung open as I sat there, breathless, watching Kilian spread his legs even wider and let out a moan.