by Marie James
“List? Sorry, pretty girl, but I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
“Your party fuck list,” she answers before shifting her weight, her nearly exposed breasts pressing against his chest. “Your videos are on the SCP website, but you don’t have an option for the request form.”
Jake’s eyes find mine, and I don’t even bother to look away. Who cares that I got caught eavesdropping on their conversation? He takes a step back from her, not paying attention to the pout of her lips. “Sorry. I’m under contract.”
Smiling at his declaration, I hardly notice Hunter’s warmth leave my side before it’s replaced by someone else. I look up, finding a tall man grinning down at me.
“Wallace,” I greet with a smile before looking back over at Jake.
“But,” Jake says, grabbing the ginger’s arm before she can walk off. “I’ll talk to the producer to make sure that option is opened up after my contract is fulfilled.”
Crushed doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel after hearing those words.
Turning my attention back to Wallace, I fight the burn behind my eyes. Classic fucking girl move. I reject him and then get upset when he actually listens and moves on.
“You going to be at the party tonight?” Wallace asks as he steps away and grabs his phone back from Ellis.
Shaking my head, I sit back down in my chair. “Nope. Don’t know anything about a party.”
“Actually,” I hear behind me. “This is the address.”
I frown at the business card Joey hands to me.
“We’re charging a cover. It’s going to be fucking epic. Pun intended.”
“No,” Jake says, handing his card back to Joey.
“Give us a minute,” Joey says to Wallace.
“Sure, man. See you at the party tonight,” Wallace says with a quick smile before heading out of the store.
“Can we talk?” Joey angles his head toward the backroom.
We both stand and follow him as my gut tenses. I know this is where Jake tells him he wants out of whatever contract he signed with SCP.
“You’re charging a cover?” Jake hisses the moment the door closes us inside the employee-only area.
“Vic thinks it’s a great idea,” Joey says with a shrug.
“It’s great for Vic,” Jake argues. “But we’re the performers.”
Jake takes a step closer to me. “We won’t do it without getting a cut.”
Joey huffs. “That’s not how this works.”
With petulance, Jake crosses his arms over his chest. “Tell me how it works when SCP’s biggest draw doesn’t show up?”
“You still get paid for fucking,” Joey reasons, but I don’t miss the smile trying to pull his lip up in the corner.
“And what if we want to fuck for free back at the Lambda house? We can charge cover over there just as easy.”
“This is getting ridiculous,” I say turning away, but Jake grabs my arm before I can leave. “I’ll be at the party, Joey.”
“Five percent is all I can offer.”
“We won’t fuck at that party for less than ten.” Jake’s cocky smile is back. “Each.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Joey says when all I expect is him to pop Jake in the nose.
“Ladies love my cock.”
A derisive snort escapes before I can stop it.
“You tell anyone else you’re getting a cut,” Joey warns, “and you won’t get a damn penny.”
“Perfect,” Jake says as they shake hands.
“See you at the party, Cici,” he says without even looking at me. “Dress extra slutty.”
How I walk back out there and finish the meet ‘n greet without breaking down at his callous indifference to me, I’ll never know.
Chapter 26
Jake
“SCP subscriber or general admission?” a hulking man at the door asks Hunter.
“Subscriber,” Hunter answers and proceeds to give the guy a card from his wallet.
“You have a fucking membership card?”
Hunter shrugs. “You’d be amazed at the discounts you can get all over town with that thing.”
“Cover is fifty,” the bouncer says, holding out his hand.
“Really?” I ask, shocked when Hunter hands over his credit card to the man who swipes it quickly. “I’m not paying to get in here.”
“Actors aren’t charged a cover, Mr. Kortright.”
I want to argue with the man, insist he never call me that, but Hunter shoves me further inside once his bright orange band is in place on his wrist.
“Seventy-five,” I hear the bouncer inform the girl in line behind us.
“Jesus, is that the general admission price? Who pays that much just to watch people fuck?”
“All of them,” Hunter says with a sweep of his arm as we enter the cavernous space.
I’ve been to a ton of parties in my lifetime. I know how great a time can be had in an empty warehouse, but I’ve never been to one like this. Strobe lights, black lights, and a handful of disco balls fill rafters above the room. Add in the neon paint splashed all over the walls and floors, and I’m reminded of a rave I saw in a movie once.
Hundreds of people fill the room, dancing, drinking, and having a great time. I wouldn’t be surprised if half of them aren’t riding the wave of something a little stronger than whiskey and beer.
“That’s a lot of fucking people,” I mumble as someone behind me presses against my back.
Hunter drags me to the side so the people behind us can begin their night.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to end up with performance anxiety.” The laughter in Hunter’s voice is clear, but as far as I can see, tonight is no laughing matter. The room is too crowded, and there are too many variables and things that can go wrong.
The music is loud, grating almost. The humidity rolling off of the sweaty, sexed-up partiers fills the air until I’m nearly choking on it.
“Do you see her? I have no clue what the fuck I’m supposed to be doing.”
I look around, focusing on the crowd for the tiny, pixie-like girl who only hits five foot three if she’s wearing four-inch heels. It’s easy for her to be swallowed up in a crowd this size. My heart rate increases as my concern for her safety becomes a physical ache in my chest.
“I’d say head to the center.” Hunter points to the ceiling. “The cameras are all angled in that direction.”
We make our way to the middle of the room, only pausing briefly to push drunk girls off of me.
“Holy shit.” I nearly stumble when Hunter runs into my back as we make it to the epicenter of the room.
There are four couches, each one with a different couple fucking on them, forming a half circle, but it’s the huge, four-poster bed with black sheets in the forefront that has my attention. The darkness of the fabric appears almost like a black hole, and if it weren’t for the woman writhing on the sheets, naked as the day she was born, I wouldn’t have given the bed a second glance.
“Fuck,” Hunter hisses in my ear. “That gets even my dick hard.”
“No joke,” I agree without being able to pull my eyes from the bed.
“You gonna be okay from here?”
I nod, my mouth too dry to form words.
With one hand working that spectacular pussy, Randi beckons me with the other. Like a man caught in a siren’s call, I close the distance between us. My knees hit the mattress before it even registers that I’ve crossed the room.
“Is this slutty enough for you?”
My fingers tingle to touch her.
“You’re gorgeous,” I praise, noticing the expert application of make-up on her face. She’s played it up, utilizing the black lights to enhance her features.
The bed shifts, knocking me out of my perusal of her body. I fight the urge to cringe, knowing the cameras are already rolling when I see the crowd has engulfed the bed. I’m thankful for the four men I’m just now noticing as they stand at each co
rner with their backs to us.
“Ready to get your dick sucked?” She pulls her dripping fingers away from her greedy cunt, but before she can reach for my belt, I’m sliding those tangy fingertips into my mouth.
I can’t hear her gasp over the pounding of the music, but that doesn’t stop the chills from racing down my spine at the sight of her mouth forming that perfect little O.
“I had something else in mind,” I offer.
Grabbing the ankle closest to me, I turn her on the mattress, readying myself to dive into her pussy, mouth first, with no intention of coming up for air for a very long time. I’ve missed her, more than I’ll ever admit out loud, but I’m also aware that sex is how we communicate. When I’m fucking her, it’s the only time she lets her guard down enough for me to have a glimmer of hope of winning her over.
Before I can lean my head in, she grips my hair and kisses my lips.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers against my lips between nips of her teeth and languid swipes of her tongue. “The cameras can’t see anything.”
“You got me fucked up if you think my mouth isn’t devouring that sweet pussy of yours tonight.” I aim for sexy with a little alpha tossed in, but it comes out whiny and impatient.
“Calm down, big boy.” She punctuates her words by lowering the zipper of my jeans and gripping the shaft of my dick in her tiny hand. “I just have to ride your face.”
“God damn,” I moan, the combination of her words and the heat of her touch almost enough for me to end things right now.
“Take it all off, Jake!” some chick yells. Obliging, Randi pushes my t-shirt up my stomach, her mouth trailing a second behind.
My abdomen quivers under her breath and the lick of her tongue. My cock jumps in her hand, attempting to lengthen in the direction of her mouth.
“Let me,” Randi offers when I attempt to push my jeans off over my hips.
The crowd cheers when she pushes me from my knees to the flat of my back. The coolness of the sheets is a welcomed contradiction to the warm air surrounding us.
She tugs my boots off, scraping her thumbnail over the sole of my foot after tugging my sock free. I can’t keep from jerking my leg, but the fact that it brings a wide smile to her face makes me want to keep letting her do it. From the corner of my eye, I see two girls ready to throw punches. One of the security guards steps over, and then I realize they’re fighting over my fucking discarded sock.
“Those are thousand dollar boots,” I say with a grimace.
“Brooks,” Randi says without even taking her eyes from me.
“Got it, Cici,” the bulky man says.
The nip of her teeth on my thigh is enough to garner every bit of my attention. Who gives a fuck about boots when Randi Simms’ mouth is hovering over the leaking tip of my cock?
“Don’t,” I warn just before the heat of her tongue scrapes up the length of my dick.
“Mmm,” she hums against my shaft. The vibration travels the expanse of my body, shooting out the tips of my fingers.
“Get up here,” I urge, pulling a handful of her hair when she disobeys and keeps licking me.
I expect to see anger, but only greedy need stares back at me.
“You want it rough?” I breathe against her lips.
“I want to come,” is her only answer.
“Let them see your perfect tits,” I tell her as I shift her weight and turn her to face the crowd.
I’ve done more research than I’m proud of on optimal sex positions for porn. I know from this angle the crowd will be able to see my chin and the constant lick of my tongue as I lap at her. The videos I’ve binge-watched while fucking my hand and imagining that every woman was Randi doesn’t do the position justice.
I smell her before she settles against my mouth, the tangy scent reactivating her taste on my tongue.
“Oh,” she moans when I dive in without preamble.
The velvet touch of her pussy on my mouth, the drip of her desire down my throat. All of it contributes to the orgasm that racks my body the very second Randi leans forward and wraps her mouth around my cock.
I stiffen, legs twitching as she sputters in surprise.
“Two pump chump over here,” some asshole yells to the crowd around him.
“I want a taste,” a chick purrs nearby.
Taking it in stride, her mouth is back on me within seconds, working my cock like the professional she is. I’ll apologize with words later. Right now I’m too focused on giving her the best orgasm I can manage.
“Right there,” she pants as her mouth releases my still thick cock.
Hands settling on my lower stomach, her hips grind on me. I don’t have to focus on giving her a fucking thing. This wild animal is going to take it from me. Wrapping my arms around the tops of her thighs, I lick into her as she grinds her clit against the stubble on my chin.
Tensing, her orgasm washes over her. The tremble in her thighs, the gush of her release, the deep dig of her fingernails into my abs, I take all of it. I cherish every second because no matter how exhibitionistic this moment is, Randi and I are the only people in the room, the only ones sharing in this perfect occasion.
“Fuck,” some random person says. “I think she’s going to pass out from it.”
“I’ve never seen someone cum that hard before.”
“She’s faking it,” another asshole says.
I smile against the spasms still contracting her pussy, tongue teasing her opening to prolong it as much as I can. Let those fuckers think what they want. There wasn’t a single second of fake to that orgasm.
As gingerly as I can manage, I slide out from under her. I’m met with half-lidded eyes and the most serene smile I’ve ever encountered on her face.
“You still with me?” I swipe my thumb over the corner of her mouth, collecting a drop of cum she missed.
She nods as I press the evidence of my release to her lips.
“I want to ride you,” she purrs just before my tongue replaces my thumb in her mouth.
We moan in unison, the combination of our release the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.
With my arm wrapped around her back, I position us so she’s straddling my thighs. I hate that the bed has no headboard because for the video cameras to get the right shot, I have to lay flat when all I want is to blanket her in my embrace and let her fuck me one slow inch at a time.
Love.
Hunter’s declaration chooses this very fucked up moment to come barreling back into my skull.
I want to make love to her. I want to spend hours inside of her, stroking in and out until she feels exactly the same way. I want the euphoria I can only imagine I’ll feel when I cum inside of the one person who holds the key to the lock on the gates surrounding my heart.
“Go slow,” I beg as Randi produces a condom from thin air it seems and rolls it down my aching cock. I don’t have time to object to the latex that’s going to separate us. I’ve never hated anything more.
“They don’t want slow,” she answers as she sinks down on me, the lips of her pussy hugging the base of my engorged cock.
“Please.” Telepathy isn’t something I actually believe in, but I attempt it anyway. I try to send my thoughts, my emotions, and my desires straight to her brain. I want her to understand the epicness of this moment. “It’s what I need.”
“Next time,” she offers taking me to the hilt again and pulling her dripping cunt back off of me.
Thighs clenching with the need to plow into her, I grip her waist and let her control the tempo. On the balls of her feet, she creates a rhythm that’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed. The bounce of her ass, the flex of her fingers on my chest, the harsh way her teeth clamp her bottom lip.
“Jake,” she whimpers.
“I got you, baby,” I promise as I reposition my hands under her ass and take on more of her weight.
Mindless in her pleasure, her head angles to the ceiling.
“Ra
ndi,” I groan.
She continues to bounce, the sway of her perfect tits hypnotizing.
“Cici,” I hiss making her head snap forward.
“Baby,” I beg. “Look at me when you come for me.”
The clench of her inner muscles is the tale-tell sign that’s she’s close, but it’s the way she struggles to keep her eyes open that really give her away.
“Come with me,” she pleads, nails nearly drawing blood on my chest.
All I can do is nod and pant, the orgasm already rupturing to the surface.
Convulsive is the only way to describe the way her body reacts to her release. It’s violent in its quivering and the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. It lasts what seems like forever until she collapses on my chest, the sweat of our bodies stinging against the scratches she left behind.
It isn’t until the murmurs of the crowd resurface that I realize for the first time in long moments that we aren’t alone. It’s the only thing that makes this moment imperfect. Something as legendary as this very moment shouldn’t be shared with anyone.
Chapter 27
Randi
“You don’t have to stick around,” I yell over the music that still followed us into the private bathroom even though Jake locked us inside.
“You could hardly walk,” Jake reminds me as I try my best to clean up with a handful of wet wipes.
“Do you have that smug look on your face?”
He chuckles. “Which one is that?”
Smiling wide, mainly because he can’t see me, I refuse to say exactly what I want.
The one I love so much.
“The one that makes your eyes seem impossibly blue. It’s the one that makes only the right dimple pop up.”
Fuck, that’s not much better.
“This one?”
I hiss when he walks around the corner to find me wiping myself.
“The only thing that would make this sexier is if my cum was dripping out of you.”
I swallow. “Haven’t you ever heard of the bathroom rule? I think this applies.”
“I’m not one for rules.” Awkward with the situation, I try to turn so he’s seeing more of my back. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”