The Rebel - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,39

anything to get his mind off of the prick of an ex he had. I’d have been juggling potatoes in a pink tutu if it would get Liam to smile right now.

“Okay,” Liam said, his eyes lighting up. “Let’s film a freakin’ video.”

“Do you think it’ll be better on the couch or on the bed?” I asked. I was already unbuttoning my shirt. I tore it off and tossed it aside.

I watched as Liam very quickly transformed into Director Mode. A focused look came over his face and he scanned the room, looking at a few possible angles. “The armchair could be good,” he said. “Or the couch, sure… but it might be a little too dark for the camera to really pick up what we’re going to need.”

A small thrill passed through me. At this point I couldn’t deny I was excited about filming my second porn video. The first one we’d filmed ten years ago, where Liam sucked me off, had been totally spur of the moment. He was still a small-time porn star back then, and we’d been joking one night about how fun it would be to film a blow job video with me in my cowboy hat. We’d done it quickly, without really thinking, but it had been incredibly hot knowing the camera was on us.

I had no idea it would end up getting so many views and comments. I’d never even looked at the video or thought about it until Liam had reminded me. Back in the day I was always far more concerned with real-life Liam than his online presence.

But today’s video was completely different. This was planned. And I definitely wasn’t fucking Liam regularly like I had been back then.

“I’ve got it,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Sunroom.”

He led me back through the living room, past the small dining room, out into a small, enclosed deck. It had windows on every side and looked out into his backyard and the small creek.

“This is perfect,” he said, glancing around. He set down his tripod and camera. “Let me get the diffusers.”

He disappeared from the room. There was a small loveseat in the corner. The sunroom was beautiful, even though it was small. He’d put a few potted plants on the windowsills, and in the quiet of the room, the sound of the creek outside was audible. Tiny dust motes floated through the golden sunlight.

It would almost be serene and peaceful, if we weren’t about to film pure filth inside of it.

“Here we go,” Liam said, coming back in carrying a few huge, circular screens.

“What are those?”

“Diffusers.” He propped one up against one of the windows, showing me how the fabric still let all the light in, but blocked the direct sun. “They’re good for making the light less harsh on camera, and they have the added bonus of making sure Mrs. Bates doesn’t walk into her backyard and see us filming porn through the windows.”

I snorted. “Your neighbor?”

“Yup.”

I watched as Liam set up the rest of the diffusers on the windows behind the camera. As he worked, I quietly pulled down my jeans and underwear, making sure to leave them wrapped around my ankles along with my cowboy boots. I put on my cowboy hat, adjusting it a few times to get a proper placement.

When Liam turned around again he shouted.

“Oh fuck,” he said, his eyes going wide as he saw me. I was sitting on the loveseat with my cock out, which was still soft.

“What’s wrong?” I said.

“Nothing! Nothing,” he said. “I just—wow, I didn’t realize you were...”

“You didn’t realize I got my dick out,” I said. “Sorry.”

“It’s totally fine,” Liam said. “This is good. I can get a proper light meter reading and set up the focus. Let me go grab the microphone, though.”

“Microphone?”

He nodded. “Of course. People have to hear every little sound in porn.”

He disappeared again and when he came back, he brought another big tripod close to me. He was standing over me, adjusting a big microphone above.

“This is called a boom mic,” he said. “It’ll just be above you the whole time. Pretend it isn’t there.”

To adjust it, he had to step right between my boots, and I was acutely aware of how close he was to my cock. It was awkward as hell, but there was no denying how hot it was.

“That’s all done,” he said, crossing back over to the camera. “Let’s get some test shots in.”

For the next ten minutes he was behind the