Dorian pulled out, flipped me over the side of the couch, and Canaan moved over behind me and slipped into me. I inhaled sharply as he took my breath away. I felt fuller than I ever had. He filled every micrometer of my insides and it was incredible. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. It wasn’t painful, but I was being stretched beyond pleasure or pain.
Canaan reached around me and massaged my clit and I felt him slip into me further. I cried out and threw my head back. Dorian cupped my breasts from in front of me.
“Take all of him, Luv,” Dorian encouraged as he pinched my nipples. “Rub your clit. I want you to cum for him. Let him hear you.”
I reached down and replaced Canaan’s fingers with mine as he rose up and down behind me. Dorian rolled and tweaked my nipples and pressed soft kisses along my neck. The way they were caressing me was so soothing, like they were protecting me and violating me at the same time. Canaan’s body heat mixed with mine, with him gyrating behind me while I rubbed my clit, finally sent me in a spiral. I cried out and convulsed all around his hardness.
When I finally relaxed, Canaan slipped out of me, then moved underneath me on the couch, and cradled me in his arms. Dorian moved over to the bar to make us a couple drinks before round two.
“You weren’t kidding, mate. She’s exquisite,” he said happily.
I heard Dorian growl but my thoughts flew out the window when he returned to us and he handed both Canaan and me shots of Macallan. Then Dorian’s fingers brushed over my anus as I knelt on top of Canaan. Dorian dipped his finger down in my juices then spread it over the back entrance. I pushed back against him and groaned.
That’s right, Luv. I’ll ease you into it, I promise,” Dorian encouraged. He reached to the coffee table for some lube and then spread the warmth around my backside. I knew what was coming next. I braced myself as Canaan slipped his fingers into my front entrance to capture my attention.
“Anal virgin?” Canaan asked in his slight British accent.
“Yes, she is,” Dorian replied.
“Oh Christ, don’t cock it up then. She’s perfect,” Canaan said, like I was the main attraction at a Jasper Johns gallery opening. “Hang on, Sweetness, this is going to be the ride of your life.”
“Lean forward,” Dorian said. “All the way against his chest.” I did as he instructed. Dorian slipped his fingers inside me to tease me open. I did my best to breathe slowly.
“Relax and push back against my hand,” he said. I held my breath and then I felt pressure as he slipped his fingers in. I ground back in hungry anticipation. All of a sudden, I wanted this.
“That’s it,” Canaan said, lifting me up and slipping his manhood inside my honey well. My blood pulsed harder in my veins. I was going to cum again and soon. Dorian’s fingers in my backside were exquisite, but moving with Canaan’s manhood inside my front at the same time was glorious.
When I was close to eruption, Dorian slipped his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his shaft.
Canaan paused for a moment and brought my mouth to his. He deepened the kiss as Dorian went slow at first, while my eyes fluttered back in my head as both of them filled every inch of me.
“Okay, Aria, relax and push slowly against me,” Dorian commanded. I took in a breath between Canaan’s urgent kisses and pushed back against Dorian. I cried out in ecstasy directly into Canaan’s mouth.
“Fuck, I’m so ready to combust,” Canaan said, finally breaking our kiss. He bucked upward and it felt like I was going to come apart at the seams. It felt so voluminous. I didn’t know if I should move. I didn’t know if I even could move. I certainly won’t be able to move tomorrow. I was being split-roasted by two of the most handsome men on the planet.
I was so overcome with pleasure that my body was going haywire. My orgasms were having little orgasms. Dorian moved in and out and I felt it burn, but the ache for him to go faster was overriding it.
“More,” I breathed. I heard Dorian hiss behind me as he quickened his pace. Soon Canaan matched it.
“Christ, Aria. You are so tight. I need a second.” I smiled knowing that Dorian coming unhinged this early during sex was quite a feat. My insides pulsed and I pushed back against him harder.
“That a girl,” Canaan said, planting a kiss on my neck and continuing up to my mouth. Dorian then regained his momentum and began crushing into my backside with ripping force. Tears welled in my eyes that were a mixture of pleasure and pain as I held onto the couch for dear life as they rocked my world.
They both began to move, seesawing me like I was a great redwood and they were lumberjacks determined to chop that great tree down. I was splintering in pieces. My body was completely engulfed in flames. Our bodies began to drip in sweat. I was whimpering from the intensity of it all, so much passion.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Dorian said through gritted teeth.
Canaan tilted his lips to mine and swallowed me up with more kisses. Dorian crashed into me twice more and I exploded like a star hitting the sun. Every inch of me was shaking.
Canaan gripped my hips tighter to hold me in place and I felt him shudder beneath me and erupt. Dorian huffed and thrust into me several times more and then I felt his release inside of me. His body fell over mine and pushed me further into Canaan. I was sandwiched between them like the cream in a double stuffed black and white Oreo. I was glowing.
Dorian moved behind me and I felt him shift off me and pull out. I winced as the burning took hold of my back airport that was usually a no-fly zone.
Dorian then lifted me from Canaan and pulled me against his chest on the opposite end of the couch. Canaan moved to the side and slid in beside me. All three of us lay panting.
“Good job, Sweetness,” Dorian said with a gleam in his eyes. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said, then his mouth crushed to mine. I got lost in Dorian’s kisses as Canaan caressed my body softly.
It was after two in the morning when we all finally fell limp on Dorian’s bed. It was the third round together. And I couldn’t lift my head I was so exhausted. They had used me in every way they could think of and it was amazing.
Dorian pulled me to his chest as my eyelids grew heavy and soon I passed out from the most amazing night I’d ever had in my life.
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CHAPTER 30
SKYFALL
Sunday Late Afternoon, December 23rd – Weekend Twelve
I turned off the shower and toweled off. It was December 23rd, Christmas Eve-Eve. Tonight was Dorian’s ‘Festivus for the Rest of Us’ party. He even had a Festivus pole set up in the great room next to his brightly lit fourteen-foot Christmas tree.
The northern sun had set early and I could hear the bass of the music pulsing through the floor below. I finished drying my freshly dyed light brown hair. It was time I went back to my natural color. The blonde look was nice but I looked too much like Caitlyn’s twin for my taste.
I then stepped back into the bedroom and headed towards my closet that Dorian had graciously stocked with expensive clothes from his personal shopper. My eyes landed on the silver shimmery dress laid out for me on the end of the bed. I smiled graciously as my eyes fell to the Jimmy Chu’s beside the dress. Dorian and Canaan must have returned from the attorney’s while I had been in the shower. He mentioned that he had urgent business with him but he wouldn’t say what, only that it was a surprise. The note on top of the shoes was folded and in Dorian’s elegant script he wrote, ‘no panties’. I squirmed in anticipation of where the night would lead. Together, I knew we could take the world apart and I was ready to make a fresh start. I wanted nothing more but to leave my old life behind.
My phone sounded off again with the familiar sound of the Tardis. It was another text from Avery. I put my phone down again without reading it. That was the twentieth one today. I couldn’t bring myself to look at them. It was messing with my head. I was happy here and that was that.
I slipped on the Ralph and Russo dress and let the soft fabric trace o
ver my chilled skin. The back was low cut and exposed most of my lower back. I imagined Dorian would have fun peeling this off me later and shivered again as I culled the dress over my ass. My eyes found the mirror to the left of me, and for the first time in awhile, I glowed. I looked carefree. I had hope and smiled.
I dried my hair, applied my makeup, and stepped into my new heels. I decided to skip the necklace tonight, sprayed some of my favorite perfume into a tiny cloud, and stepped through, coating myself in its lovely fragrance. I did a quick once-over in the mirror and tried to tug my dress a little lower. It barely covered my taught ass. I better not bend over in front of Dorian’s friends. This isn’t Paramore.
Finally, I made my way to the bedroom door. Beside the door was a matching clutch with my key next to it. I slipped my lipstick and key into it and left my cell to charge. I didn’t want anything to ruin the night. And there was no one that I wanted to talk to except Dorian. I took in a nervous breath as I stepped out into the hall. I double-checked to make sure it was locked and I turned to make my way down to the bar.
I found Dorian leaning against the right side of the bar looking like a GQ model in his black button up tight-fitted shirt and his snug black slacks. My breath hitched as I watched his lazy smile grow wider. His eyes raked over me as I stepped closer, I could feel their heat caress up my legs as I stepped carefully down the hardwood stairway.
“Hi,” I said nervously.
“You look gorgeous, Luv,” he said, guiding his hands around to the back of my dress to my bare skin. He dipped his fingers and ran them down under my dress. “No panties. Good girl,” his low voice purred next to my cheek.
He inhaled slow and deep and then pulled away to meet my eyes. “Let me introduce you to some of my friends. I can’t wait for you to meet them.” Dorian escorted me around the corner to the billiards room and I was surprised at how many people were here already. When he said a small Christmas gathering, he was understating. There must have been a hundred people here. Many of them looked like typical Hollywood types all scouring and craving Dorian’s attention but some of them looked friendly like Canaan. There was quite a cross-section of wannabes here at the party and oddly enough, most were male. There weren’t many women here, just a few. I guess Dorian had mostly male friends.
Dorian held me up against his side and kept his hand on my lower back as we moved tightly through the partygoers. We made our way to the white marbled downstairs kitchen filled with a smaller overflow crowd.
“Hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” I replied taking in the magnificent buffet that the caterer laid out. There was bustling activity all around us as they laid out food and servers refilled drinks. We both filled our plates with shrimp, stuffed mushrooms, and every finger food that you could possibly imagine. I only made it through half the buffet when my plate was filled. Dorian grabbed us two beers and we found a quieter table where two gentlemen sat. They looked like business executives and the only one that seemed relaxed was Canaan, who joined us after we were seated.
“Aria, this is Mr. Cooper Donovan and Mr. Neil Pettigrew Croxford. They are the financers of the movie Canaan and I are making,” Dorian said. Then he turned toward the two executives. “Gentlemen, this is our starlet, Aria. She will be the lead in our film.”
“Yes, she is perfect and gorgeous,” Mr. Croxford, said.
“She is simply stunning,” Mr. Donovan agreed. “Will we be able to screen-test her ourselves?” he added.
“I don’t see why not.” Dorian laughed as the others joined in. I laughed with them but I wasn’t prepared for a screen test. I had never acted in a film before, just Drama Club back in high school.
Dorian raised his hand and gestured and I turned my head to see who it was. It was the frat guy, who had been delivering packages to Dorian. He was still wearing slim-fit white pants and boat shoes. I swear I’ve seen him before. He walked over to the table with a small tray in his hand with only one shot on it.
He set the shot down in front of Dorian then squeezed Dorian on the shoulder and exited over to the bar area. One of the waiters followed behind him and dropped off a tray filled with shots of whiskey. Dorian took one of the shots of whiskey and then as I reached out my hand for one, he slid a different shot on the tray over in front of me.
“What’s this?” I asked as I picked it up and inhaled its aroma. It smelled slightly like vanilla.
“It’s called Chilled Molly. It will make the evening more enjoyable for you,” he smirked. Everyone at the table had their eyes glued to me as I downed the shot. It didn’t taste like anything really. I asked Dorian for another but he said, “Wait for it. You’ll be rolling in no time.” Dorian handed out the rest of the whiskey shots and we each did two before the waiter dropped off another tray.
“Dorian, how are you, baby?” an older woman with a deep cigarette voice said. I felt Dorian stiffen beside me but his smile and face showed a cordial response.
“Jaclyn, good to see you,” he said briskly.
“I heard about your trip to Whistler. Is this her? I thought she was a blonde,” she said, eyeing me like a serpent.
“Aria, I’d like you to meet Jaclyn Collier. She’s a publicist.”
“Is that all I get?” she said.
“Indeed,” his tone was harsh, but she didn’t seemed affected by it.
“When you get sick of her, you know where to find me,” she said.
Dorian smirked valiantly as he draped his arm around me and drew me closer. He kissed my forehead and ignored Jaclyn completely.
“Don’t hold your breath, Jaclyn,” Canaan replied for Dorian.
“Has she met Hammerhead yet?” Jaclyn asked, eyeing me like I was delicious caramel.
Dorian’s eyes darkened as Canaan stood defensively. “Not yet,” Dorian scolded. “Goodnight, Jaclyn,” he added. His thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.
Jaclyn puffed up her chest as Canaan escorted her out.
“She’s gone,” Canaan said, when he returned.
“Gone, gone?” Dorian asked pursing his lips together. He breathed in slowly and I felt him relax.
“Yes. She’s just about to slam the back door. Three, two, one,” Canaan said with humor in his eyes. The door slammed shut and I flinched in my seat.
“The crazies are out tonight. It’s a full moon,” Dorian joked and the entire table filled with laughter.
“How does she keep getting invited to these things?” Mr. Croxford asked.
“She’s going to help promote the new movie,” Dorian answered. Then Dorian stood, made his way to the far corner of the room, and whispered something to his bodyguard who turned and made his way in the direction that Jaclyn left. I had a feeling that I was missing something. That woman had some series issues.
After awhile I started to feel all warm inside, like my body was covered underneath a stack of warm blankets while my face still felt cool like the breeze of a fan was blowing on me. I suddenly felt that even though I was at a party filled with strangers, that they were all my friends. I didn’t want to judge anybody or feel negative toward anyone. It was like I just realized that everything just is.
We all rose from the table and made our way in to the bar room. Dorian and his friends continued talking business. Dorian introduced me to everyone who approached and I felt that Dorian would need to unscrew my smile by the end of the night. Some women were genuinely happy to meet me, while others showed disdain in their eyes. Their disapproval was palpable and it only got worse when they asked about Whistler, a question that Dorian kept down playing.
It felt like the earth was moving underneath my feet and it was getting warmer in here. The room began spinning from all the whiskey. We must have had six shots within the last ninety minutes or so. I started losing track of time as Canaan grabbed me by the hand and led me to the dance floor. The DJ pumped house beats through the lower level and we danced and danced. As my hands rested on Canaan’s shoulders and we swayed to the beat, the Frat guy returned
to our side with another single shot. As he offered the tray in my direction, I looked at Canaan who nodded that I should drink it.
“What is this now?” I asked.
“It’s called Special K. It will make you feel even better,” he said. I quickly grabbed the shot and downed it as the room spun deliciously. I felt as free as I had ever felt before. Sweat was flowing over my hot skin and I decided to take a break. Both Dorian and Canaan watched as I left the room and headed upstairs. People mixed and mingled in small groups all over the house by this time.
I stumbled down the back hallway, unlocked Dorian’s bedroom door, and made it into the bathroom. I toweled off my damp skin, reapplied some lip-gloss, and made my way over to check my phone. There were twelve missed phone calls since I last checked.
“You should at least return his texts. He’s going to keep trying until he gets a hold of you. After all, he knows you’re here and he’s not too far away,” a male’s voice slithered.
I turned my head vaguely as Nate stepped out from the corner shadows, his face bathed in the moonlight that flowed through the open balcony doors. My eyes had trouble focusing on him as he faded in and out of focus.
“Nate, what are you doing in here?” I said, shaking my head and trying to clear the fog. I scrunched my eyes together trying to hold focus. I moved next to the bed and sat down trying to keep my composure. I felt out of it.
“Nate, you shouldn’t be here. This is a private party. You have to leave,” I said. Something was affecting me. I couldn’t yell or scream. It was like…I was becoming disassociated from my body. I was trying hard to keep control.
“My friend brought me as a guest,” he said as the frat guy walked through the open balcony doors and stood next to Nate grinning. “You remember my fraternity brother Preston Wolcott, he’s been feeding you shots all night. You met him last April at my spring break kegger. He’s the most reliable drug dealer I ever had in my life.”
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