Chapter 3: Lights, Camera, Surrender
The green room still smelled like s*x and sweat when the PA knocked—sharp, impatient raps that shattered the hazy afterglow. Jax was still buried inside me, his c**k softening but refusing to slip out, thick ropes of his c*m slowly leaking down my a*s c***k onto the leather couch. I clenched around him one last time, milking the last drop, then tapped his shoulder.
“Showtime, newbie,” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming his name. “They’re ready for us.”
He groaned, pulling out with a wet, obscene sound that made us both laugh. c*m dripped freely now, warm and sticky, pooling beneath me. I didn’t bother cleaning it up yet. Let it stay. Let it remind me exactly how wrecked I already was before the cameras even rolled.
We dressed in record time—me
