Lust on Camera: A MMF Bisexual Romance (No Holds Barred Book 2)

by Sienna Matthews

  “Wow,” was all she could say when he lifted his head.

  He winked. “That was for practice. I heard from Brent we’d be demonstrating the French kiss.”

  “Yes, well,” she said, flustered. She stepped away from him, glad that her knees were still supporting her. She raked a hand through her hair, messing it up a little. “It didn’t feel like you need it though.”

  “So maybe Brent was right when he said—”

  Beside them, Brent laughed and said, “If you continue that, Rory, I’ll make sure the report you need would be late in coming. Very late.”

  Rory’s blue eyes twinkled as he mimed pulling a zipper across his mouth.

  Her gaze bounced from Rory to Brent and then to Rory again. “Oh, come on, tell me,” she pleaded, her interest piqued.

  “Sorry, Linds. I’m more scared of Brent than I am of you, so…” Rory shrugged.

  She gave his arm a good, hard thwack. “Beast.”

  “Ouch.” He pretended to double up with pain.

  “All right, stop fooling around,” Brent admonished, “or we’ll be late. You ready, Linds?”

  “Ye—oh wait.” Without explaining, she sped to the kitchen, where she’d left something earlier this morning on the counter to cool. Nervous about the upcoming shoot, she’d taken to the one activity that usually soothed her nerves—baking. She soon returned with a cookie tin that she handed to Rory. “For you. It’s your favorite—white chocolate macadamia cookies.”

  “My sweet tooth thanks you, while my belly doesn’t.” The man rubbed his flat abdomen, grinning, so she didn’t know what he had to complain about. “Oh hey, I’ve something for you, too.” He fished in his pocket and held out a pen.

  “I’ve plenty of pens, thank you very much.” She made a face while reaching for the gift.

  He wasn’t fazed with her reaction. “Look closer.”

  A moment later, she saw something that she’d missed on the initial pass. “Ooooh,” she breathed. Carved on its surface were couples in various erotic positions.

  “Yeah.” He laughed at what she knew to be a stunned expression on her face. “Like it?”

  “Love it.”

  “Thought it’d be a good addition to your collection.”

  And he’d contributed about half over the years, bringing her exotic and unique finds whenever he came across one.

  “You deserve more than thanks,” she said cheekily, then twined her arms around his neck and drew him down for a passionate kiss. It was both an excuse and an opportunity to touch and kiss him, this man whom she was aching to become her lover. Her nipples hardened and pressed against his chest as their kiss deepened, and they were both panting hard by the time they parted.

  “What about me?” Brent whined. “Where’s my gift?”

  It was hard to breathe and laugh at the same time, but somehow, Lindsey managed. She hugged her husband and whispered in a low and husky voice, “I’ll give it to you tonight.”

  She made sure Rory heard it though, and she hoped it would make him imagine all sorts of things while he lay on his own lonely bed that night. For while she was hoping to fast track them to the finish line, she knew it wasn’t likely to happen any time soon, not with the way Rory was dragging his feet.

  For though Rory had agreed to be the third person in their threesome about two weeks ago, he’d been adamant about setting the pace of the relationship and it would seem that he wanted to go slow. They’d had dinner—all three of them—twice each week and spent the two weekends together laughing, eating, doing things just as they’d always done, except this time, there was the addition of the small touches here and there, and the kisses—chaste, no-tongues-involved kisses.

  Not for the first time, she wondered why. Was he afraid of what the threesome would do to their friendship? If so, he shouldn’t have consented. Or was he afraid of something else?

  Brent’s gray eyes gleamed. “I’ll hold you to that. Now, we ready to go? “

  “Yeah.” She snatched up her handbag from the sofa, where she’d placed it earlier before she ran up to put on her earrings. “Let’s go.”

  *

  Antonia “Toni” Connelly, Lindsey’s best friend, had started a small production company recently and her first film venture was a documentary on the essentials in the art of lovemaking. Eager to show her support and to help her friend make a success of the film despite a tight budget, Lindsey had volunteered her and Brent’s services as one of the couples to demonstrate certain techniques and positions.

  Then, Rory had come onto the scene and after a lengthy discussion, the three of them had decided that the men could take turns doing the demonstration with Lindsey.

  Toni was out negotiating a deal with a potential customer when they arrived. The director, Cherry Reynolds, a middle-aged, exuberant woman, prepped them after makeup. She gave each of the men a bland look. “Which one is your partner, dearie?”

  Lindsey linked arms with the two of them and smiled wickedly. “Both.”

  “Ah, so that’s how it is, eh?” A knowing and speculative look entered Cherry’s eyes. “Right. Which one is going to do the demonstration?”

  “We thought they’d take turns,” Lindsey started to explain, but Cherry was already shaking her head and saying, “Only one, unless you’re demonstrating a threesome, then both can go on.”

  “All right, Brent, you do it with Linds,” Rory immediately said.

  “No, Rory,” Brent countered. “I insist, you do it with her.”

  “No, it’s your right—”

  “You need more practice—”

  “Why don’t I just do it by myself?” Lindsey asked with arms akimbo, glaring at them both.

  Cherry’s laugh floated behind her as she turned away. “Let me know when you’ve decided.”

  “Brent, Linds, I’m just trying to be fair—” Rory raked a tired hand through his blond hair.

  Cherry’s earlier suggestion gave Lindsey a wicked idea. “Honey,” she said, turning to Brent. “Instead of pushing back and forth with Rory, why don’t you think of something so that we could all do it together?”

  “French kiss? The three of us?” The idea seemed to boggle his mind.

  Toni had told her earlier that they’d be demonstrating the French kiss and one more technique, which hadn’t been decided yet at that time.

  Despite herself, Lindsey giggled as she tried to imagine their positioning. Two tongues in her mouth. Oooh, yummy; that is, if Brent and Rory could manage to get both their tongues into her. She leaned against her husband and stroked his chest. “Honey, you’re so smart. You can think of something.”

  “So, I just pretend to be a statue here?” Rory asked drily.

  She made a face. “Stroking a man’s ego is so much hard work. To think, I let myself in for two.”

  Brent laughed and pushed her toward Rory, who grinned at her, then sucked in his breath when she transferred her attentions to his chest. “C’mon, Rory, put that magnificent brain to work.”

  He tweaked her nose. “You too, Linds, you have such a wicked, wicked mind. You may be able to think of something better.”

  “I already did my part,” she retorted. “Ego stroking, remember?”

  Brent snapped his fingers. “I have it.” When he had both their attention, he continued, “While you two demo the Frenching, I’ll do my evil best to distract Lindsey.” He added pointedly, “Out of camera range.”

  “Brent—”

  Her husband sent Rory a quelling look. “I insist. Besides,” his gray eyes burned with molten fire, “I’ll have a grand time eating her pussy.”

  “Brent!” Even as a shocked whisper escaped her throat, liquid heat melted her bones at the picture he was painting in her mind.

  “Why don’t we go ask Director Cherry if our suggestion meets with her approval?”

  The director certainly didn’t have any objections. “I’ll be calling out instructions while you perform the demo and if you need to make any moans or cries,
feel free to do so.”

  Lindsey could tell that this was a woman who enjoyed sex.

  “We’ll do a voice-over during the edits, so any sounds you make—and in fact, my instructions as well—will be erased. Any questions?”

  “Aside from the French kiss, what’s the other scene we’ll be doing?” Lindsey asked.

  “I’m coming to that.” Cherry consulted her notes. “The French kiss and…” A sly gleam entered her eyes. “We’ll let that be a surprise for now, but I don’t think you’ll have any problem. You do need to lose the blazer and the earrings though, dear.” When Lindsey would have protested, Cherry added soothingly, “I promise, dearie, this is an educational film, so your pussy and his cock won’t be visible for public viewing. Any more questions? No? All right, let’s get ready. Lindsey, Ginger here will lead you to the dressing room. See you in the recording studio in five minutes.” As Lindsey followed Ginger out of the room, Cherry called out after them, “Oh and, honey, take off your bra as well.”

  Her bra? Why—?

  But Cherry had already gone back inside the room.

  Lindsey shrugged and continued to follow Ginger.

  Toni had rented a five-room suite in a mid-scale commercial building at the fringes of the city, where the rent was reasonable. She had converted the largest room into a small recording studio where all the shoots were taking place.

  Brent and Rory were already in the room when Lindsey arrived exactly five minutes later. She had taken off her pink blazer and earrings in the dressing room and felt conspicuous. The white blouse she had worn underneath the blazer was tight and molded like a second skin to her breasts, so that they appeared even fuller than they normally were. Her waist also seemed to be smaller, which was why she had worn the blouse. She had wanted to show off her figure to the best advantage.

  And it seemed she had her first admirers.

  Brent sent her a low whistle of appreciation and the blatant sensual admiration in his gray eyes stoked the fire that had been banked. She lifted her eyes to Rory and for a man who’d been given carte blanche to kiss another man’s wife, Rory’s gaze was strangely driven as he raked her from the top of her head down to her toes, then back up again and settled with disarming intensity on her breasts. She couldn’t move as her breath was knocked out of her and her nipples puckered and ached, begging for his touch.

  Cherry caught sight of her at that moment. “Oh, there you are. Go over and stand beside Rory please, then we can begin.”

  Dazedly, she moved as directed, and on her way, she noticed that wires and equipment filled half the room. About half a dozen men were standing about manning the different devices, sneaking glances at her almost-nude body, and the thought of performing while being watched sent a delicious shiver down her spine. An unexpected development was the dampness of her pussy. She hadn’t known she was an exhibitionist. Well, good to know. She was going to enjoy this more than she thought.

  Her men were standing beneath bright yellow lights against the backdrop of a huge four-poster bed covered with an old rose brocade duvet but whereas Brent was completely comfortable, Rory looked as ill at ease.

  “Hey,” she greeted softly.

  “Hey. I was thinking maybe we should’ve practiced some more,” Rory joked. “I feel like a high school boy about to have his first kiss.”

  She laughed, as she knew he meant her to do, and with the laughter, some of her nervousness fell away. “Hope we don’t turn the viewers off, or Toni would kill me.”

  “You’ll do fine,” Brent reassured them both, his large, warm hands caressing her arms.

  Before Rory could say anything, Cherry clapped her hands, calling for attention. “Rory and Lindsey, we’re doing the French kiss in this segment. Are you both ready? Brent?”

  Brent dropped to his haunches behind her, his hand burning a brand on her calf.

  “Great.” Cherry took her seat behind the camera.

  A young man ran in front of them and snapped the clapperboard. “French Kiss. Take one.”

  “Action!”

  Lindsey turned to face Rory, anticipation and excitement sizzling through her. Brent’s intimate kissing and fondling heightened the sexual surge swelling in her. She could feel his hot breath on her calf and the softness of his thick, dark hair tickling her knees.

  Meanwhile, Rory bent his head closer toward the side of her face that was facing away from the camera, so that it would look as though he was kissing her ear. “Linds,” he whispered. “You’ll tell me if I’m doing it wrong, won’t you? Or do you think we should ask Cherry to give us detailed instructions?”

  She giggled but tensed up when he grasped her arms to pull her closer still.

  “You’re both doing great,” Cherry called out. “I love the foreplay to the kiss but Lindsey, you should relax. A kiss is enjoyable, not something to be endured. Forget us, forget everything but your lover holding you in his arms—”

  That was the problem. He wasn’t her lover. Yet. All this was very new and very exciting to her, because this was their first time together. First time together with Brent, making love as a threesome.

  “Do as the lady says. Relax.”

  How could she when every inch of his hard body was pressed tight against her? She was delirious with pleasure, her nipples achy and needy and poking into his chest.

  His mouth grazed her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth. She gasped as sizzling heat streaked through her. Below her, Brent’s mobile mouth had reached her thigh and he was nudging her legs apart so he could access her inner thigh, which he was now caressing. Her pussy clenched, aching for the touch of his hands, his mouth.

  Rory released her earlobe, grazed her cheek and covered her mouth. A dizzying heat filled her, originating from his firm, dry lips moving over hers with tentative exploration.

  God, the two men even kissed differently. Rory appeared to be savoring her, taking his time to taste her. She could feel his tongue licking her closed lips and the corners of her mouth. Her hand came up to rest against his chest, and the fast, furious thumps of his heart equaled the frantic gallop in her chest.

  Brent had nudged her panties aside and slipped his tongue into her wet folds, stroking and licking her cream. Her mouth parted on a soft moan and Rory took the opportunity to suck her upper lip into his mouth. Flashes of lust pooled at her groin, making her deliciously wet. Dimly, she heard Cherry calling out, “Doing great, guys. Slow down, Rory, don’t suck too fast. We want the viewers to see how it’s done. All right, Lindsey, your turn. Suck on Rory’s lip, take your pick which one you want. Ah… Good girl…”

  Lindsey’s mind had blanked everything out except Brent and Rory—the exciting touch of their hands, their skillful mouths, Rory’s cologne-bathed skin and his ragged, uneven breathing. Desire raged in her, the conflagration flaring out of control. Even Cherry’s voice was merely a soft irritating noise in the background and Lindsey carried out her instructions mainly to get her to stop talking.

  Rory’s tongue slipped past her lips to tease the moist cavern of her mouth. He stroked her tongue and pure lust shafted through her at the rough touch. He retreated and she followed. He was like a drug in her veins; she wanted more of him. Their tongues crossed and dueled in the open air, stroked and licked until Lindsey was a burning mass of uncontrolled lust.

  Finally, she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked like she would her favorite lollipop. She thought it would assuage her lust but it only made her yearn even more. They broke off the kiss to gulp for air.

  “Cut!” Cherry’s jubilant voice seemed to come from far away. She could see nothing but the blue fire in Rory’s eyes—couldn’t tear her gaze away—heard nothing but their own shallow breathing and knew that her relationship with Rory was irrevocably changed. Whenever she saw him in the future, she would always remember this kiss, remember the searing desire that had swept through her.

  “We’ll go to the next scene immediately,” Cherry said.

  Then someone added, “Ki
ssing Her Breasts. Take one.”

  She had time only for a surprised “What?” before Cherry instructed, “Kiss her,” and Rory’s mouth came down to cover hers and she was lost. His kiss was pure magic, taking away her rigidity and replacing it once more with desire, making her pliant with want.

  Cherry must’ve said something, because he started to unbutton her blouse and the brush of his fingers against her naked skin sent her into a fever of excitement. He pushed her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms, then cupped her breasts in his palms. Heat. Scorching. Her nipples peaked even further and she had the strangest, most urgent need to feel his mouth sucking them. His groan sent off an answering response in her and more of her cream dripped down to soak Brent, whose face was now buried in her pussy and whose pointed tongue was busy stabbing into her slit. The tension lurked in her belly, built and strengthened with each sensual stroke.

  Rory’s head lifted and she opened her eyes to find him staring down at her full, naked breasts. The starved, hungry look on his face threw her for a spin and a desperate yearning crossed his face before he bent down to lick the side of her breast. She rolled her head back and arched her body, her fingers crumpling his shirt when she fisted her hands in it. His blond hair tickled her skin—so soft and silky. Her body yearned for him. Remembering that there were other men watching them—her—heightened her desire. She wanted, oh God, she wanted— Yes!

  Because finally, finally, Rory was drawing her nipple into his hot mouth and he was sucking her gently, then with a fierce need that echoed in her. He turned his attention to her other breast and she was mindless with pleasure when Cherry yelled, “Cut!”

  Rory didn’t stop sucking her taut buds and she wasn’t surprised to realize she didn’t want him to stop either. Brent also appeared not to hear the director, as he laved his tongue in one long swipe at Lindsey’s pussy, sending her clit tingling. It took Cherry’s amused “If you want to carry it to the logical conclusion, by all means, feel free to use the bed behind you” to penetrate all their fuzzy brains. Rory responded by allowing her breast to pop out of his mouth, then spinning around to sit on the bed and burying his head in his hands, while Brent took his head out from under her skirt, pulled her down beside him and kissed her with all the wild, passionate feelings that burned inside them.