Lana's Point of View
I push Adam against the shower wall, my lips never leaving his as the hot water cascades down our bodies. His hands roam over my wet skin, touching me with a reverence I've never felt from him before. Ever since our session yesterday, he's been insatiable, worshipping my body like I'm some kind of goddess.
"On your knees," I command, the words coming naturally now. The way his eyes darken with desire sends a thrill through me.
He sinks down without hesitation, water streaming over his dark hair as he looks up at me with those adoring eyes. I spread my legs slightly, bracing one hand against the tile wall.
"Well… What are you waiting for. Dig in." I say while tangling my fingers in his wet hair.
His tongue finds me immediately, eager and devoted. I gasp at the contact, my head falling back against the shower wall. The hot water pounding down on us adds another layer of sensation as his tongue works magic between my thighs.
"Yes, just like that," I moan, tightening my grip on his hair.
As I look down at him, so willingly on his knees before me, a twinge of guilt tugs at my heart. I'd been planning to punish him at Leo's shoot today, to make him watch as I pretended to enjoy Leo more than I ever enjoyed him. I wanted him to feel the same gut-wrenching jealousy I felt watching Morgan ride him, hearing him say her pussy was better than mine.
But now, with Adam's eager mouth bringing me closer to the edge, his hands gripping my thighs with such devotion, I'm not sure I can go through with it. He's been so sweet, so attentive since the yesterday. It's like something unlocked inside him, allowing him to show me how much he truly adores me.
Adam moans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. His tongue circles my clit with perfect pressure, making my legs tremble. I'm close, so close.
"Make me cum," I gasp, rolling my hips against his face.
He doubles his efforts, adding his fingers to the mix. The combination is overwhelming, and I cry out as pleasure crashes through me. My body shudders with release, my fingers tightening in his hair as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.
When I finally release him, Adam looks up at me with such love, such trust in his eyes that my heart constricts painfully.
I give him a gentle kiss, water droplets sliding between our lips. "You're amazing," I whisper, reaching behind him to turn the shower off. The sudden silence feels intimate, just our breathing and the occasional drip from the showerhead.
"I'll make you some breakfast," Adam says, stepping out and grabbing a towel. "You shouldn't go to the shoot hungry."
My heart swells as I watch him dry off, his movements quick and efficient. He really does love me so much. The way he takes care of me, thinks about my needs before his own, it's everything I've wanted since high school.
"Thank you, baby," I say, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel.
As Adam heads to the kitchen, a thought crystallizes in my mind. There's no reason for him to come to the studio today. Seeing me with Leo would only hurt him, even if it's just acting. I'll tell him there was a schedule change. I'll give Leo the cold shoulder like I always do, get the scene over with, and come home to Adam. Our relationship is too precious to risk over anger.
I pull on my favorite gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, something easy to change out of when I get to the studio. Running a brush through my damp hair, I hear laughter from the living room. Adam and a female voices mingling.
My hand freezes mid-stroke. Who could that be?
I set the brush down, my heartbeat quickening as I move toward the bedroom door. Opening it, I'm greeted by a sight that stops me cold.
Morgan is sitting on our couch, one leg crossed elegantly over the other, wearing a sophisticated cream-colored pantsuit that makes her look like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. Adam stands by the coffee table, gesturing animatedly as he tells some story that has Morgan throwing her head back in genuine laughter.
They look... comfortable together. Too comfortable.
"And that's what waffle stomping is." Adam finishes, his eyes bright with amusement.
Morgan's laughter rings through our living room, her hand reaching out to touch Adam's arm. "That's absolutely vile," she says, her fingers lingering just a moment too long.
Something hot and dangerous unfurls in my chest.
"Morgan," I say, my voice sharper than intended. "What a surprise."
They both turn to look at me, and for a split second, I swear I see satisfaction in her eyes before it's replaced with her usual warmth.
"I brought donuts," Morgan says, lifting a pink pastry box from the coffee table. "And I have some exciting news, my uncle called this morning. They're bringing me on as a consultant for the company."
My eyes narrow slightly at her casual mention of her family connection. I've always known her uncle runs the porn studio, but she rarely brings it up so openly. It feels deliberate, like she's marking her territory, reminding me of her influence.
"That's wonderful," I manage, forcing a smile. "Congratulations."
Adam's face lights up at the sight of the donuts. "Morgan was just telling me about some of the behind-the-scenes stuff. "
"Fascinating," I say, my voice flat despite my attempt at enthusiasm.
I watch as Adam leans forward to examine the donut selection, his body language completely open and relaxed with Morgan. They seem to have developed an easy rapport that makes something twist painfully in my chest.
"I thought I'd drive you both to the studio," Morgan continues smoothly. "No sense taking two cars."
"Oh, I was actually going to tell Adam he doesn't need to come today," I say quickly. "There was a schedule change and…"
"Nonsense," Morgan interrupts, her smile never faltering. "Everything's set. Leo's been asking about meeting Adam, actually."
Adam looks up, a chocolate-glazed donut halfway to his mouth with a bit of anxiety in his eyes. "He has?"
"He's curious about the man who finally won Lana's heart."
The way she says it makes my skin crawl, but Adam seems oblivious to the undercurrent.
"Well, if everything's already arranged..." Adam says reluctantly, glancing at me with a hesitant smile.
I feel my initial resolve crumbling as I watch them interact. The easy way Morgan makes him laugh, the attentive tilt of his head when she speaks, it stirs something dark inside me. Maybe he should come after all. Maybe he needs to see me with Leo, to feel that same burning jealousy I felt watching him with Morgan.
"Actually, you know what? You should come. It would be good for you to see the whole process."
I watch Adam's expression falter, the chocolate donut lowering slightly as uncertainty crosses his features. His eyes search mine.
"This is really what you want, Lana?" he asks quietly. "For me to come watch you with Leo? Are you sure?"
I move toward Adam, placing myself subtly between him and Morgan. My fingers find his, intertwining them in a possessive grip.
"Yes," I say firmly, my gaze never leaving his. "This is what I want, Adam."
He needs to learn what happens when he flirts with other girls, after all.
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Morgan's point of view
I grip the steering wheel, stealing glances in the rearview mirror at the unhappy couple in my backseat. The tension between them is delicious. Lana practically vibrating with jealousy while Adam stares out the window, his expression a mixture of dread and resignation.
My lips twitch with the effort of holding back laughter. This is all working out far better than I could have orchestrated myself. I'd spent weeks planning how to drive a wedge between them, crafting elaborate scenarios to make Adam doubt Lana's loyalty. Yet here she is, doing all my work for me, rushing to drag her boyfriend to watch her fuck another man.
Jealousy is such a predictable emotion. One little taste of seeing Adam with me, and she's completely lost her composure. Now she's determined to punish him, to make him feel the same pain she felt. As if that would somehow strengthen their bond rather than shatter it beyond repair.
Poor, simple-minded Lana. So convinced of her own cleverness while walking directly into my trap.
What a fucking idiot.