Rush

by Gina Gordon

  He’d slipped his hand under my hoodie. That same finger circled my nipple, damning my choice of wearing a non-padded bra. The stiff peak protruded against my thin T-shirt.

  Instead of a nod, this time he got a whimper.

  His fingers worked like magic, teasing and torturing my nipples until they were so hard they hurt. I knew the only thing that would ease the ache was his mouth on them, but I wasn’t one for asking.

  The breeze off the water cooled the skin above my pelvis when he exposed my stomach, pulling my clothes up and around my breasts. He traced the line of my cleavage, over the underwire of my bra, to my belly button. My stomach muscles tightened in excitement when he circled my innie then dipped down toward the line of my yoga pants. Back and forth his finger traced, from pelvic bone to pelvic bone. Each time, he got me a little hotter. A little wetter.

  I lifted my hips. It was the only way I could let him know I was ready for more. Three years of debating various issues in school, and suddenly I had no words for what I wanted.

  “Would it make you happy if I touched you here?” This time, all five fingers made contact with my skin as he slipped his hand inside my pants, right under my panties.

  I opened for him, spreading my legs as wide as I could, giving him as much room as he needed to sate the ache that was growing with every second he didn’t give me what I needed.

  “Please…” I whispered.

  One finger tapped just above my clit and someone moaned. I think it was me, although it could have been a wild animal. Because that’s exactly how I felt. Needy and hungry and wanting to devour. Him. Max.

  But first, I wanted him to devour me.

  I sucked air between my teeth when his hand cupped my mound. He left it there, and I had no shame, I moved my hips, grinding my body into it.

  “I’ve been thinking about doing this since the moment I met you,” he whispered in my ear as he slipped one finger between my folds. “Christ. I knew it.”

  “Still…so…” My breath hitched. He was playing dirty. He slipped another finger inside. “…arrogant.”

  I felt him smile against my cheek. “I prefer to think of it as confidence.”

  I had never been so needy. So wanting. So enraptured by the touch of a man. My limited sexual experience had taught me some things. I had been confident that, when given the opportunity again, I could hold my own in the bedroom. But Max ripped away that confidence. Forced me to reconsider what I’d thought had been passion, lust. I wanted to wipe the slate clean and have him teach me everything. All. Over. Again.

  “Let go, Everly. Forget everything.”

  I did as he’d asked. I let go. I concentrated on the sound of his voice. On the water lapping against the boat. The chimes in the distance. And, of course, the sensation he coaxed out of my body with every swipe of his finger and hot breath on my neck.

  Who knew the tip of one finger could stir up so much desire?

  I opened my mouth and he kissed my lips, capturing more than I’d ever intended to give him, but I was helpless. I rose higher and higher, his masterful fingers working my clit with perfection.

  The darkness turned to light little by little and when he bit the curve of my neck I broke apart, just as the tip of the sun poked out from the horizon. Its warmth washed over me, bathing me in its soft glow.

  I’d never seen the sunrise, not like this. Not from the top deck of a boat with a hot man at my side doing things to my body I couldn’t control.

  “That is…”

  “Amazing?” He whispered in my ear. His hot breath sending gooseflesh across my neck and chest, tightening my nipples to stiff points that ached for his touch, for the warmth of his mouth, for the tap of his cock against them.

  What the hell was going on with me? All that porn watching the other day had infiltrated my brain.

  “That was…amazing.”

  I slumped against him. Listless. Like a junkie that had just taken their latest hit. I was drugged. On my own pleasure.

  “You timed that perfectly. You’re really skilled.” I panted. Still unable to catch my breath.

  “Your face…when you come…” He kissed my neck, my lips, and my nose. “It’s fucking hot.” He tipped my chin up with his finger. “And I’m going to see it again.”

  I shivered. I couldn’t fucking wait for that. Exams be damned.

  “Now tell me…” He hugged me tighter as I settled inside his embrace. “Was that better than studying for your exam on Friday?”

  My distasteful snort escaped. I couldn’t be graceful or classy with Max even if I tried.

  But there was a bigger problem than my growing desire for him. The realization that becoming a lawyer was not what made me happy. That scared the crap out of me.

  Chapter 9

  Max

  Some people think the sunrise is the most beautiful sight in the world. For others it’s the petals of a flower or a newborn baby. Those things are all great, but they paled in comparison to the sight of Everly’s face when she came.

  I knew I’d never be able to erase that image from my brain. It was soldered into my memory bank, permanently marked on my parietal lobe.

  That moment, with orange, pink, and purple hues highlighting her perfect, soft skin, was the most religious moment I’d ever had.

  A close second was the way she’d submitted, gave over her pleasure so that I could give her what she’d needed. Instinctively, I’d known. I knew exactly how far to push, how hard to pull, and when to take her over the edge.

  It was beautiful. Intoxicating. And I wanted to see it again and again and again.

  But despite the beauty that was Everly, I’d enjoyed curbing my own needs and catering to someone else’s. There was no mistaking the raging hard-on in my pants. She’d had to have felt it against her body each time she arched into me.

  I was so used to taking, including the trust fund that would come into effect on my birthday. My father had been right. I had no idea the rush that came with doing things for others. Although I was sure he wasn’t talking about orgasms. I was no selfish asshole. I gave to charity, but I’d never felt anything close to this whenever I signed my name on a check.

  I sat in the casting boardroom, staring at the empty couch that would soon seat women who wanted to take off their clothes in the name of getting paid to have sex.

  The door swung open and my best friend loped in, his hair was slicked back today, only because it was still wet. Give it some time and the strands would be a mess around his face, but that surfer look was part of his charm.

  “Where the fuck have you been?”

  Ben didn’t have a filter. Most of the time I was fine with that. Unless he was snooping into my life when I didn’t want him to. I debated whether or not I should tell him that I had been spending all my spare time with Everly.

  It was no big deal. It would only be until she completed the list and I could be satisfied that one person in this world didn’t think I was a dirty douche bag.

  “I’ve…sort of been seeing someone.”

  I didn’t get a response. Instead, I got a blank stare.

  “The girl from the café?” Still nothing. “Jade and Stella’s friend?”

  Ben went from zero to sixty and laughed hysterically. “You’re kidding me?” He was laughing so hard I was surprised he wasn’t slapping his knee. “That girl?”

  “What’s wrong with that girl?” I didn’t know why I was defensive.

  “Nothing at all.” He eyed me curiously. “You know she’s not going to fuck you.”

  She might not let me fuck her, but she was more than agreeable to my hand down her pants.

  “Maybe that’s the point.”

  He held up his hands and like the perceptive person he was, he changed the subject.

  “I told El to send in the first guest.” He slid into the seat next to me.

  Today we were casting new talent for two of our most popular lines—babysitter and co-eds.

  “You ready?” El, my f
ather’s assistant, poked her head into the room.

  We both nodded and she stepped to the side, allowing a thin blonde into the boardroom. The woman wore a timid smile, a black mini-skirt, and a pink halter top. Visually she was perfect, but there was a lot more to doing porn than just being attractive.

  “Have a seat.” I directed her to the black pleather couch along the opposite-facing wall.

  She timidly started to sit, her legs closed tightly, resting her palms on her thighs as she lowered her ass onto the couch. She was going to have to remove the superglue between her legs if she had any hope of making it in this business.

  Ben and I introduced ourselves and then I set about asking the standard questions.

  “Can you tell me your name?”

  “Abby Hoffman.”

  “How old are you, Abby?”

  “Nineteen.”

  “And you supplied El with a copy of your driver’s license and passport.”

  She nodded.

  “White Lace Productions is a producer of adult entertainment films. Which means our actors have sex on camera. Do you understand that this is the work you’re auditioning for?”

  “Yes.”

  After a few more questions, all of the obligatory issues out of the way, I asked my most important question.

  “Abby, why do you want to do porn?”

  It was a simple question, but the look that stared back at me every time I asked made it seem like I was asking them to solve a calculus equation without a calculator.

  Which for the record, I could never do.

  “Um…” Her shoulders lifted toward her ears and she sank into herself.

  I looked over at Ben, my face giving away no expression, but he lifted his brow in curiosity.

  “There’s a reason why you’re here Abby,” I coaxed. Depending on her answer, it would determine how long our interview would be.

  “Mo-money.”

  I gave her a reassuring smile. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

  “I need to pay for school.” Not uncommon. The Duke porn star had blown the lid off that scenario.

  “What are you studying?”

  “I’m pre-med.” A smile lit up her face. My next thought was of Everly and how her face never lit up when she talked about becoming a lawyer. “I want to be an oncologist.”

  “Ambitious.” I liked that. I also like that she was smart enough to know that working retail in a mall wasn’t going to pay her bills. And smart enough to know that trying to pay off as much of her debt as soon as possible was far more beneficial than waiting until she graduated and had a hole in her finances as big as the Grand Canyon.

  “Do you have any acting experience?”

  Not that it mattered, but sometimes former high school drama students were surprisingly good.

  We only filmed two feature films a year that required line memorization. Most of our content eliminated plot and scripted dialogue, making it all about the sex. For each scene, the director will have a vision and it’s up to the actors to bring it to life. Sexy, improvised banter is a bonus.

  “Do you like having sex?”

  “Yes!” She perked up. Her face softening. Her blue eyes batting up at me. “I like sex very much. I figured if I’m having sex with guys in my dorm, I might as well be doing it for money, and…I like the guys you have in your films for the Co-ed’s on Campus series.”

  So she liked the boy-next-door look.

  “Can you tell us a little about your experiences?”

  Usually, I was focused on exactly what the potential actress was saying. Listening to her recount the details of her sexual journey to date, but today, all I heard were keywords.

  Threesome.

  Had Everly ever had a threesome?

  Anal Sex.

  Had Everly ever had anal sex?

  Why I was even questioning these things was a mystery. I was certain her sexual experience was limited, but I knew better than anyone you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Maybe Everly was kinkier than I expected.

  “Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

  I looked over at Ben, who had taken over. He must have noticed I was off my game today. He was normally a silent observer during the castings. Good thing he was listening, because I sure as hell wasn’t.

  I looked over at Abby and her nostrils flared and she sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head in denial. “Is that a prerequisite?”

  “Of course not.” I checked off the “no” box on the casting template beside “same sex experience.” “But I won’t lie, it does pay more.”

  She clasped her hands in front of her, wringing her fingers inside one of her palms. “Can I just stick to guys right now?”

  “Of course. We won’t force you into doing anything you’re not up for.”

  Another perk of working at White Lace, the actors controlled their careers. Happy employees meant great sex scenes, which meant lots of money.

  “Okay, we’re going to have to see what you look like under those clothes.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She removed her top first, a tiny black lace bra held up two nice breasts, B cups, no more. Removing her skirt, she exposed black panties, the same fabric as her bra, that scarcely covered her pelvic area.

  I had felt Everly’s panties last night. They weren’t lace or satin, they were simple cotton. I chortled. Maybe she was being truthful when she’d admitted to buying her panties three in a package.

  I realized my mistake when I looked up at Abby. She stared back at me in horror.

  “Excuse my colleague.” Ben stared me down from his seat. “He must be thinking about the comedy we watched last night.”

  “I’m sorry.” I felt the heat of embarrassment flame my cheeks. “My mind wandered for a second. You’re…lovely.”

  What an ass. I needed to keep my head in the game.

  “You can take it all off, sweetheart,” Ben directed.

  She was cute. Tight. Definitely suited for what I was casting today. The perfect look for the demographic we’re catering to.

  “Do you masturbate, Abby?”

  She nodded.

  “Sit down and lean back, put your feet up on the cushions.” Ben had taken over almost completely now.

  “Do you know your body? Do you know what gets you off?”

  She bit on her fingernail and smiled, nodding her head.

  “Show us.”

  She hesitated, and looked around the room. “You don’t videotape it, do you?”

  “This isn’t one of those fake agent places. This is the real deal. As long as you can perform in front of me, that’s all I need.”

  She nodded, as if relieved she didn’t have to be on camera just yet.

  She laid back and placed her hand on her mound. Slowly stroking her folds with one hand, scraping her thigh with the fingers of the other.

  Softly, and so very slowly, she teased her core. Then she dipped her fingers between her folds.

  She had a good-looking pussy. Completely bare. Pale and pink. Tight lips. And it did nothing for me.

  It had been years since a woman made something inside me zing. Made my stomach flip-flop or my heart beat fast. For the last few years, the pounding against my chest only had to do with thrusting hard enough to come with whatever random woman I had happened to pick up at the bar when I needed to release.

  I won’t lie. There’s nothing better than warm, wet lips on my cock. It really doesn’t matter whose lips, because it just feels good. Never did it have anything to do with an attraction, or something deeper than seeking pleasure and satisfaction.

  Until that night Everly’s tight little ass bent over and picked up her books, taunting me from between the tables.

  A stifled moan sounded from the couch.

  I looked up, but instead of the stranger auditioning, I saw Everly. Her dark hair was spread out across the back of the couch. Her blue eyes seared into mine as she moved her fingers around her clit and tweaked her nipple with her free hand.
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  I looked over at Ben, partly expecting him to stare back at me in surprise at the change in scenery, but he didn’t. He simply gave me a thumbs-up under the table.

  The breathing got heavier on the couch, and the next thing I knew, Abby’s body tensed and contracted with her orgasm.

  I didn’t think I was going to be able to get through the day if all I saw was Everly on that couch. So I’d have to make it quick.

  “Abby, I think we’re ready to take this a little further.”

  She stopped and bit her bottom lip. Closing up her legs, she stood and began walking toward me.

  I held up my hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Not me, honey.”

  She hesitated, then turned toward Ben.

  “Not him either.”

  She stood there, naked, dumbfounded. Just then, the door flew open and Lance Rodman loped into the room.

  Her eyes grew wide. Lance was a big guy. One of our biggest—and I wasn’t only talking about his cock. He worked out religiously and sometimes I feared he looked more like he belonged in the WWE than in porn.

  “Nice,” he whispered as he got closer to Abby, who still had a look of shock spread across her face. “Are we ready?” He stripped off his board shorts, revealing an erect cock. The guy was a walking hard-on. He stroked it a few times then turned to Abby, whose mouth was pretty much on the ground. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll get you so wet my big cock won’t hurt you one bit.”

  I stifled my laugh at Lance’s brazenness. He never failed to shock the newbies.

  “On your knees.” He directed her in front of him and she lowered, one knee hitting the ground then the next. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”

  Once Lance was in the room, I didn’t really have to do much other than watch.

  “Does sucking a stranger’s cock get you hot, sweetheart?”

  There it was, a flare in her eyes.

  She grabbed his cock in her small hand, staring in awe as she slid it up and down the length. Then she did something that I wasn’t expecting. She spit on it once, then a second time, increasing the speed of her fist.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” He cupped her chin. “It’s just you and me here.” He pinched one of her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. “Ahhhh…” Lance threw his head back and groaned.