The bruise on my cheek has faded enough that a little concealer will hide it, and that means it’s time to do the second shoot after all. I’m so not looking forward to this. As much as I loathed working with Tank before, it’s even worse now, because after that whole scene in the hospital and us taking care of Pixie, running into each other at school and then in the park, things are super awkward.

Before, there was the reality of knowing we hated each other’s guts. It was sad, maybe, but there was a comfortable predictability to it. We knew from each other where we stood. Now, not so much.

I never intended for anyone to find out about my side job and my classes, least of all Tank. Granted, he hasn’t breathed a word about it as far as I can tell, and even when he discovered, he wasn’t negative about it. But it feels like a loss of control for me, something that was in this safe bubble that’s now out in the wide, cruel world, and I don’t like it.

“I’m not hitting him again,” I hear Tank state vehemently as I walk on set.

“You don’t have to. If both of you agree, we can use the footage from last time,” Bear says carefully. “As much as I hated to see you get hurt, Brewer, the both of you were in perfect position and we have it shot completely in focus from two different angles. If you give us permission, we can use that.”

I shrug. What do I care?

“I don’t want it to look like I actually hurt him,” Tank says.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“It won’t,” Rebel assures him. “We’ll cut away right after the hit and continue with what we shoot today. Since viewers will see Brewer continue, they’ll conclude he wasn’t hurt.”

“In that case, it’s okay. I don’t like to be seen as an abusive guy.”

We pick the scene up right where we left off, with me repeating the last lines of dialogue about fucking his brother. This time, Tank pretends to hit me, and I let myself fall down, as agreed.

“Fucking hell, bro, can’t you take a joke?” I call out with indignation.

Tank bends over and yanks me to my feet by my tool belt. “That was a joke?”

“Of course it was. What the fuck, man?”

“I thought you were serious. Davey deserves better than some player like you.”

I lift my eyebrows. “Really? That’s why you hit me, out of concern for your brother?”

Tank lets go of me, jams both his hands into the pockets of his worker jeans. “Why else would I be upset?”

I send him a cocky smile. “You’re jealous.”

He scoffs. “Jealous? Over you? Conceited much?”

“Methinks you doth protest too much.”

“I didn’t want my brother to get played by a fuckboy like you, that’s all. Plus, he deserves better than a lousy fuck like you. I mean, your ass fits well around my cock, I’ll grant you that, but you topping? He’d deserve better.”

I sigh dramatically. “I see we’re back to the lousy fuck theme again? I thought we settled that last time?”

He smirks. “We settled what a great fuck I am last time. We didn’t prove anything about you, other than that your mouth looks pretty damn good with my cock in it...and has the added bonus of shutting you up.”

I cross my arms. “You know what? Let’s settle this once and for all...with a bet. I’ll suck you off, and if I can make you come in under three minutes, I get to fuck you next time.”

“Who says there will be a next time?”

“Dude, please. Don’t fucking pretend you don’t want me. We both know you’re rock hard already at even the thought of having a go at my tight ass again. So let’s do this. Or are you afraid you’ll lose?”

He unbuttons his pants, drags down his boxers to reveal his weeping cock. “There’s no way you’ll make me blow my load in under three minutes.”

I grin. “Famous last words. Set a timer.”

I drop to my knees, ready to go as soon as he gives me a signal. This is all part of the script, though we totally ad-libbed the dialogue again. According to the script, Tank will come in under three minutes, setting us up for next time. Rebel assured me they’d edit it so it works out, but I swear, I will make him explode in that timeframe. If I’m gonna have a go at his ass, I’m damn well gonna earn it.

“Ready, set, go!” Tank challenges me.

Without a second delay, I swallow him whole, burying my nose in his pubes. God, I love the sensation of hair in my face when I have a fat cock stuffed down my throat. Most Ballsy Boys keep their pubes trimmed short, but Tank’s are longer, fitting his heavy balls and big cock.

I pull back a little to come up for air, and then take him in again. My lack of gag reflex has served me well in the industry, but I have a few other tricks up my sleeve. My throat tightens around his cock, then releases again. I had one ex-boyfriend who could do that, and it was the most amazing feeling ever.

I use both my hands to take Tank’s full balls and roll them in my palm, slowly. I know from watching his videos he’s sensitive there, and he loves it when a guy plays with his balls. If I had more time, I would suck them. I betcha they’d taste and feel amazing in my mouth, too.

My eyes start to water, but I can prolong it a little more. Tank lets out a groan, and I can feel his balls tightening in my hands. He’s getting close. I roll them again, then tease the sensitive spot behind his balls with my thumb. I’ve leaked enough drool down his balls that I have a little lubricant, and I tease the rough patch that leads to his hole. Does he realize he’s spreading his legs just a little wider?

I hear him gasp just as I release his cock, desperately drawing in some big breaths. I can barely see through my teared up eyes, and I know my chin is full of drool, but I don’t care. I want him to see me like this, to know that I’m the one bringing him to the edge...and sending him over.

“Thirty seconds left,” he says with a hoarse voice.

“Better make it count, then,” I reply, my voice sounding like sandpaper. “Come on, big guy, fuck my mouth with that fat dick. You know you want to show me who’s boss, right?”

Tank growls and shoves his dick in so hard, he has to hold my shoulder to prevent me from toppling over. But I have him exactly where I want him, because he’s fucking my throat now instead of letting me do all the work. My hands resume fondling his balls, and Tank lets out another low groan that sends shivers down my spine. He’s not very vocal, this big guy, so I love that I can make him lose that iron control, just a little.

A shiver tears through his body, and my right thumb finds that rough spot behind his balls again, only this time I don’t stop. I increase the pressure as I sneak back farther and farther. His muscles tremble against my body, and suddenly I press my slick thumb on his hole, not hard enough so it slips inside, but enough to trigger a powerful reaction. He jerks in my mouth, and I tighten around him as I tap his hole again, and then he’s coming. He jerks back and paints my face with spurt after spurt, grunting in a primitive way that’s deeply satisfying.

I’m lightheaded, and I sway a little, but he steadies me with strong hands on my shoulders. I look up, still gasping air with raspy pants, and his eyes are burning.

“That was...not bad,” he admits. He lowers his hands under my armpits and yanks me to my feet. I’m on the receiving end of another one of those fiery looks, and then he kisses me, despite his cum on my face.

My throat hurts from the rough blowjob, and my cheek is still sensitive, so I’m kinda concerned he’s gonna aggravate it, but his kiss is a lot more tender than I expected. He’s fisting my hair with both hands, but he’s careful not to put any pressure on my cheek or throat.

I sigh a little into his mouth and plaster myself against him. I’m rock hard and leaking, and I try to find a little friction against that powerful body. He sneaks his hand between us to palm me. Unashamed, I push into his hand. God, I love how big and strong they are. He knows exactly how much counterforce to create so I can hump his hand. I’m so fucking horny.

He breaks off the kiss. “Want me to help you with that?” he asks, his voice low.

“Fuck, please.”

The script says for him to give me a handjob, and I would’ve gladly accepted his rough, strong fingers around my cock, but Tank has another idea.

“Wanna do another bet?” he asks, completely going off-script.

I raise my eyebrows, our noses an inch away from each other. “What did you have in mind?”

“If I can make you come in under three minutes, we’ll forget about that whole harebrained idea of you topping me.”

My mouth drops open a little. “You’re gonna blow me?”

“Why would I do that when you have such a perfect ass to bury my cock in? No, fuckboy, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, and I will make you come in less than it took you to make me.”

I forget all about my sore throat and my aching cheek. “You are so on.”

He rubs my dick through my jeans. “Think you can hold out for three minutes?”

I lean into his hand, let out a little moan. “With the prospect of having a go at your ass? Hell, yeah. You’re gonna need to bring whatever you got, boss-man, and it still won’t be enough.”

He kisses me again, a little rougher this time, but I don’t mind. His nimble fingers unzip my jeans with one hand, and he reaches inside to wrap his fingers around me.

I break off our kiss and take a step back. “You wanna start the clock?”

His mouth pulls up in lopsided grin. “You wanna get naked first?”

I kick off my shoes, followed by my pants and underwear. I even quickly remove my socks. They don’t bother me, but we regularly get heated requests from our female viewers to take our socks off. Apparently, socks are not sexy. Who the fuck knew?

I drag my shirt over my head and quickly use it to wipe the cum off my face. That stuff starts to itch real fast, trust me.

I allow Tank to spin me around, and I grab the scaffold with both hands, bending over to give him a good angle. Even though we didn’t plan for this, I still prepped anyway. I like to be prepared for anything, especially with this guy, so sue me. It’s totally paying off now.

The fact that he’s digging up a condom from his pocket tells me this isn’t quite as spontaneous as it seems. Sneaky bastard. He’s got it rolled on in seconds.

What will he do now? He doesn’t know I prepped, but we never show lube on camera since it’s not really sexy, so either he has to call for a cut—which he can, as we’re at a point where they can easily make a transition—or fuck me without lube, which is not according to our code of conduct. Yes, we have a code of conduct. If there ever was a business where you’d need one, this is it.

Tank surprises me again when that big hand comes down on my lower back and gently follows the slope of my ass, first my right ass cheek, then my left. “You know, fuckboy, as much as I detest that cocky attitude of yours, I can’t deny I really dig your ass.”

My breath about halts in my lungs. Holy fuck, is Tank actually complimenting me? The world must be ending.

“You wanna know what I like? You feel like a man. You’re rough, and you’ve got all these muscles that tell me you work out or shit, and you’re strong, and I really, really like that.”

He trails my crack with two fingers, and I shiver involuntarily. He steps in closer, bends his head toward me so his mouth is close to my ears, yet his voice is loud enough to be picked up by the mic. “You wanna know why I like that?”

That’s a rhetorical question, right? ‘Cause for some reason taciturn Tank is talking all of a sudden, and his words are hypnotizing. So are his fingers that travel lower and lower, before finally finding my hole.

“I love it because I don’t need to be careful with you, do I?”

Suddenly, two fingers push inside, and I can’t hold back a little moan. The sneaky asshole has found an inconspicuous way of testing to see if I prepped. The fact that he can slide in like this tells him everything he needs, and I know he should be able to feel the lube that’s still inside.

“Oh, no, I don’t have to treat you like you’re delicate china, ‘cause you can take my cock, can’t you?”

It’s not until he grabs me by my hair and pulls my head back that I realize what he’s up to. Fucking hell. He’s watched my videos, just like I watched his. And he’s got my number down pat.

Dirty talk, check.

Hair pulling, check.

Rough fuck, how much do you wanna bet that’s what about to happen?