by Lily Harlem
Reece turned as a woman with flowing blonde hair and huge breasts walked into the kitchen clapping.
“Hi, Donna,” Cade said, grinning.
“Cade.” She stopped, placed her hands on her hips and dropped her gaze down him. “Looking as fucking gorgeous as ever, I see. And that outfit I set out for you? It’s divine.”
Reece glanced at Cade. He did indeed look stunning in his smart clothes and every bit the movie star, even if it was a porn movie star.
“And you must be Reece,” Donna said.
“Yeah, hi.” Reece stood.
“Well, well, well…” She walked up to him with her gaze slipping over his scruffy overalls and the tatty T-shirt he wore beneath. “I do believe there’s a hot body under all of…that”—she wafted her hand over his clothes—“just waiting to get out.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s hot.” Cade laughed. “You better believe it.”
Donna grinned, showing ultra-white teeth. “So strip,” she said to Reece.
Reece looked at Cade then back to Donna. “What? Here?”
“You’re a porn star now, honey. Get used to taking your clothes off on demand.”
“Oh, Donna, be easy on him,” Cade said, chuckling.
Donna winked at Reece. “I’m yanking your chain, though I am looking forward to seeing that tight tush of yours.” She stepped behind him and slapped his arse. “And I have the perfect outfit for you to get the show started.”
“Donna is in charge of wardrobe,” Cade said, plucking at his shirt. “She’ll get you all set and ready for action.”
“Ah, I see.” It made sense to Reece now. Though he wasn’t quite sure a woman smacking his arse was in the deal.
“Come with me, overall boy,” she said. “And I will have you looking the part in minutes.” She grabbed Reece’s hand and hugged his forearm to her chest. “Oh, we’re going to have such fun.”
Reece felt her soft breasts nestle against his arm. “Er, okay then.”
“See you in a minute,” Cade said, reaching for his coffee. “Oh, and take your script.”
Donna grabbed it from Cade’s hand. “I’ll make sure he knows what to do, just like I did you, Cade.”
“I’m sure you will,” Cade said with a grin. “I’m sure you will.”
Reece walked out of the kitchen with Donna then she led him up the stairs, still clutching him possessively. He felt like he was a new toy for her to play with.
“In there,” she said, nodding at a large door. “Is where the first scene of the movie is being filmed. The crew is nearly ready, so we mustn’t take too long getting you organized.”
“What exactly is the first scene?”
“It’s all in here.” She flapped the script in front of his face. “But it’s not Shakespeare, so don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
“Oh, that’s good.” Reece had hated Shakespeare at school. “Can I have that script?”
“In a minute, once you’re dressed.” She pushed down the handle of another door and led Reece into a room lined with clothes on rails.
Finally she released his hand. “Mmm,” she said. “I’m guessing thirty-two waist.”
“Yep.”
“And sixteen collar.”
“Fifteen and a half.”
She plucked a pale blue shirt from a rail and some dark gray smart trousers. “You’re a lawyer just back from the courts after a tough trial. Your lover, Cade—or rather, Jenson—is waiting for you. It’s Valentines and he knows you’ve had a tough few weeks so has planned a perfect evening for you—champagne, strawberries and a surprise trip away.”
“Okay.” Cade nodded.
“Could you please strip now,” she said, raising her thinly arched eyebrows.
“Er, yeah, okay.” Reece began to slip out of his overalls.
“So this scene is all about Valentine’s evening.” She flicked through the first page of the script. “Look, hardly any lines to learn and it doesn’t matter if you make some of your own up, as long as it sticks to the story.”
“Yeah, Tom said that.”
“It’s about you fucking, fucking good and long, so there’s lots of close-ups of dicks and arses. The foreplay is great but it’s the fucking that pulls in the punters.”
Reece’s cock tingled. Just the word fucking was getting him excited. Damn, soon he’d be fucking with Cade again and getting paid handsomely for it.
He grinned, dropped his boxers and kicked them away. Soon he’d buy himself some real Calvin Kleins and not market knock-offs. As soon as he had that money in the bank, that was what he’d do.
“Mmm,” Donna said, rubbing her index finger over her bottom lip. “I’m thinking you won’t be needing any of the little blue pills.”
“No chance. Cade’s hot and I can’t wait to get started.” He fisted his shaft and pressed his thumb over the tip. “You want me to put underwear on under these posh trousers?”
“No, it just gets in the way when you’re stripped on set.”
“Fine by me.” Reece took the trousers from the hanger and pulled them on. He then slid his arms into the shirt.
Donna walked over and helped him fasten the buttons. She smelled of pineapple and coconut—some sickly sweet, girly perfume.
“Do you fuck girls too?” she asked.
“No.”
She looked up at him, her big blue eyes wide and her black lashes long and fluttery. “Oh, that’s a shame.”
He smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?”
“Oh yes, it’s a compliment.” She patted the tips of her fingers on his cheek. “Tie. You need a tie. Lawyers wear ties.”
She turned and started flicking through a hanger holding a vast array of ties. “Here we go,” she said, yanking free one that was bright red with silver stripes. “This looks right for the part.”
Reece took it from her and began to knot it.
Donna looked at him for a moment then walked to the door. “Learn your lines.” She pointed at the script, which sat on a dresser. “They’ll be here for you soon.” She shook her head and frowned. “Damn shame.”
Then she was gone and Reece was alone in a porn star’s wardrobe room, dressed like a lawyer and with a script for Slippery Slots to learn.
It certainly wasn’t his usual Friday morning.
Chapter Nine
Reece had just finished studying the first scene of the fairly basic script when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” he called, his stomach clenching. This was it. Time to rock and roll.
Tom walked into the room. “Well, don’t you look the part,” he said with a smile. “Perfect.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Reece said, standing.
“Have you got those lines in your head?” Tom nodded at the script.
“Yeah, the first few pages, pretty much.”
“Good, because they’re waiting for you on set.”
Reece rubbed his palms down his shirt to make sure it wasn’t creased. He then straightened the tie.
Tom smiled and gestured for Reece to leave the room. “Please don’t be nervous. Just imagine it’s you and Cade, though please call him Jenson, at home having a sexy evening. Go with the flow, let your artistic side out—I’m sure you have one in your line of business.”
“Well, I don’t really know, but I’ll try.”
“And ignore the camera and the man operating it. Jack is my number two. He’s good at being invisible and prefers to be treated that way, so don’t even speak to him or make eye contact.”
Tom stopped walking and turned to Reece. “I’m going to do a little experiment with you and Cade. You’re both bright blokes and because you’re into each other, I’m going to give you some free rein. Follow Cade’s lead if he adjusts you for the lens, he’s more experienced at that, but otherwise just fall into the scene and go with the flow.” He laughed. “Just fuck and fucking enjoy it, and it will be a winner.”
Reece swallowed. “I’ll try.”
“You’ll be fine.” Tom put his hand on the door. “The scene starts the minute you go in. Try and keep it smooth so editing is easier and if you mess up, unless Jack tells you to stop, keep going, it’ll be sorted out and chopped to the studio floor if it’s crap.” He put his hand on Reece’s shoulder. “But it won’t be, so basically go in, get naked and get rich.”
“Okay. I get you.” Reece took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Fuck and fucking enjoy it. He could do that.
The lighting was subdued, though a brighter lamp was angled at the bed. The bed was huge, draped in black silk sheets and dotted with red rose petals. Set at the end was a table holding an ice bucket, champagne, two glass flutes and a bowl of strawberries.
Reece shut the door, glanced into the corner and saw a man, Jack he presumed, sat hunched over a camera that had a fluffy gray boom attached to the top. He didn’t acknowledge Reece, simply moved the lens in his direction.
For a moment, Reece’s head spun. It was like being dropped down the rabbit hole. He’d arrived in Wonderland—a very sexy, very rich Wonderland but somewhere surreal nonetheless.
“Timothy, is that you?” Cade called from an en suite.
Quickly Reece recalled his lines. “Yeah, and I’m so sorry I’m late, Jenson. The jury took ages deliberating and the trial went on forever. But it’s done now and another win in the bag.”
“That’s great news,” Cade appeared at the other side of the room and the backlight of the bathroom spread around him.
Fuck, he was gorgeous. Reece felt a fizz of interest in his cock and balls. Just being in the same room as Cade and a bed was enough to pour lust into his veins.
“Yes,” Reece said, “I’m glad it’s over and we have a whole week off now to look forward to.”
Cade walked toward him. He’d undone a few more buttons on his shirt, displaying the dark coils of hair on his chest.
Reece wanted to run his fingers through it, bury his face in it and breathe in the scent of Cade’s skin.
Cade smiled, touched Reece’s shoulder a little and pressed.
Reece took the hint and adjusted himself so his profile was square on to the camera.
“Yes, a whole week off to relax and be together,” Cade said, “starting with tonight.”
Reece reached up and cupped Cade’s cheek, the one that was on the opposite side to the way the shot was being taken. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said then leaned in and kissed Cade.
It was exactly what the script had told him to say and do, and he melted into the moment.
Cade opened up and their tongues tangled.
Reece groaned a little, enjoying the flavor of Cade and the way his soft lips moved against his.
The kiss heated up. Cade wound his arms around Reece and pulled him closer. Their cocks pressed together through their clothes.
Reece let a small moan drift up from his throat as his cock thickened. Damn, Cade was everything he remembered and more.
He reached down and grabbed Cade’s buttocks. He squeezed them through the fine material of his suit trousers. Hard with muscle and the perfect handful, he groped happily and wished their clothes had gone already.
Cade broke the kiss and smiled at Reece.
Out of the corner of his eye Reece could see Jack. He had an urge to look at him, see what he thought of their kissing and groping. Had they done it right?
Cade cupped his chin, as though preventing him from looking at the camera. “I’ve made us a bedroom picnic,” he said, as per script.
“I can see that,” Reece said, stepping up to the table that held the champagne and strawberries. “You think of everything, Jenson. What would I do without you?”
“You’ll never be without me.” Cade picked up the champagne and efficiently popped the cork, which appeared to have been pre-loosened. “Ten years together and still going strong.”
“Very strong,” Reece said, wishing he really had been with Cade for ten years. It was strange, but he felt as though he’d known him much longer than he had. Would he still know him in ten years from now? Reece sure as hell hoped so.
He smiled as Cade passed him a glass of champagne.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.” Reece clinked glasses and took a sip. He hummed his appreciation. It was ice cold and wonderfully dry. Champagne wasn’t on his usual drinking list but damn, he could get used to it.
Cade took the flute from Reece and set it aside. He then moved behind Reece, slid his hands over his shoulders and began to undo his tie.
Reece took a deep breath and let his gaze float over Jack who was directly in front of him. This was it…time to get naked for the camera.
Cade slipped the tie free and tossed it to the floor with a flourish.
“I want you so bad,” he said, pressing a kiss to Reece’s neck. “It’s Valentine’s and I want to show you how much I love you.”
“Yes, show me,” Reece said, recalling the words on the script. “Show me how much you love me and how hot and hard I make you.”
“I’m going to, right after I have you naked.” Cade slowly, teasingly, undid the small buttons on Reece’s shirt.
Reece sucked in a breath. Cade’s fingers just brushing his skin through the cotton had him wanting to rush to the fucking. He could feel Cade’s breath weaving down his neck and his skin tingled. He knew damn well the camera would be able to see his cock surging forward, pressing up against his trousers. He was fully erect and ready to perform.
When all the buttons were undone, including the cuffs, Cade tugged the base of the shirt free from Reece’s waistband. He slid it off, exposing Reece’s chest and belly.
Reece tensed his stomach muscles, knowing his abs would be defined if he did so. Yet more blood pumped to his cock and he clenched his buttocks.
“I’m going to take it slow with you, okay,” Cade said. “No rushing for us, we have all the time in the world.”
“Yes,” Reece replied. “Lots of time.”
Cade slotted close behind Reece again and rested his mouth by his ear.
His excited breaths spun Reece’s arousal further and when Cade slipped his palm over Reece’s cock and pressed, Reece groaned and fluttered his eyes shut.
“Oh, big boy, you are so hard for me,” Cade said. “So hard and ready.”
“Yes,” Reece said, placing his palm over Cade’s and adding to the pressure. “So fucking ready for you.” He wasn’t sure if that bit was in the script but it definitely worked.
Cade chuckled, his chest moving against Reece’s back. “We’d best get these off. What do you think?”
“Yes, lose the trousers.”
Cade fiddled with the button and zip then, still standing behind Reece, he pushed them down bit by bit. Each inch of Reece’s cock was slowly and teasingly revealed to the camera—first the shiny domed head, then the long, veined shaft and finally the root and his balls.
Reece stepped out of the trousers when they hit his ankles, trying to make his movements as small as possible. He remembered that in this bit of the script there was no dialog, it was just Jenson wanking Timothy for two minutes. He presumed that was to get the viewers masturbating and in the mood for cock.
He relaxed back onto Cade, who was strong and solid behind him. It was strange, knowing what was coming next because of the script, the orchestrated, pre-planned nature of their fucking. But he went with it, shut his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Cade holding his cock, slowly and gently rubbing up and down, base to top.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Reece muttered. Because it was really fucking nice. He adored Cade’s hands on him. He had small calluses on his palms, on the fleshy bit beneath his fingers, and they scraped his shaft in a way that was highly erotic.
For the allotted time, Cade worked on Reece.
Reece’s shaft was throbbing with need and achingly firm, however, calm movements on it sapped at his patience. But he knew he must stay in control. There would be time later to lose it and come—right now he was buildi
ng up the scene.
“I think winning a case makes you horny,” Cade said, starting up the script again.
“Yes it does. Really horny.” Reece opened his eyes.
“And how about if I do this?” Cade released Reece’s cock and cupped his balls. He held them up and out slightly, as if showing them to the camera.
Reece had a sudden pang of vulnerability. Here he was being filmed as he was jerked off. There was no going back from it, not now. He tensed his shoulders and gasped in a breath.
“Shh,” Cade said, releasing him and coming to his side. “Drink champagne with me.” He handed Reece his glass.
Reece took a gulp then forced a smile. He could do this. He was doing this. And ten thousand quid was at the end of it as well as a few fucking fabulous orgasms.
Cade sipped on his own drink before setting it down.
“So how come you’re still dressed, Jenson?” Reece asked, licking his lips and getting back on track with the dialog.
“Because you haven’t undressed me,” Cade said with a cocky tip of his eyebrows.
“We can soon fix that.” Reece reached for him and undid his shirt then quickly tugged it off. He pushed at Cade’s trousers, pleased to see he also didn’t wear boxers.
Cade’s cock jutted forward, dark and tangled with veins. His balls hung weightily beneath him. It would be a perfect side-on shot for the camera and it was a fabulous full frontal shot for Reece.
A burst of desire rushed through Reece’s veins and his arsehole trembled as he remembered the feel of Cade’s big dick ramming into him. He wanted that again—and the sooner the better.
Cade took hold of his own cock, gave a few firm strokes then slipped his finger over the tip.
Reece reached for his wrist, tightened his fingers and brought Cade’s hand to his mouth. “Let me,” he said. He poked his tongue out and licked the tip of Cade’s finger, the one that had skimmed through his slit.
The taste of Cade spread on his tongue like honey and Reece hummed his pleasure.
Cade juddered in a breath and his jaw slackened.
Reece knew he wasn’t acting, that the reaction had been real. Cade’s pupils were wide and desire shone dark and heavy from them.