by Madison Faye
Some of the crew laughs, and I can feel my face burn bright red as I pull close to him. His arms flex and tighten, his large frame curling around me to shield me from the laughter and the eyes and the cameras.
"There's no problem," he hisses over his shoulder. "Just back the fuck off."
Nico doesn't blink as he takes puffs on his cigarette, standing there half in shadow glaring at us.
"Take her fucking panties off, spread those pretty legs, smile for the fucking camera, and stick your big dick in her." He jabs the air between us with his cigarette. "You're gonna fuck her, right here, and right now. And if you don't, I'm gonna have to show you how it's done myself."
Suddenly, Dylan roars, and I can feel him start to pull away, like he's going to charge at Nico. My hand flies out, gripping his arm tightly and tugging him back to me.
"Dylan."
He stops, his shoulders heaving and his jaw clenched tight. He narrows his eyes at Nico before he turns back and pulls me into him.
"I need you to fuck me."
The words surprise even myself, but the second I say it, I hold to them. I can feel his cock pulse against me, and I shiver, but I keep my eyes locked on his. This has to happen, because the alternative is worse. The alternative is Nico getting someone who isn't Dylan to do this to me. Or even worse, bringing my sister into all of this and hurting her.
"Angel—"
"Please," I beg quietly, my brow worrying. I swallow as I slip my hand between us, and when I curl my fingers around his hard cock, he groans.
In another world, this would be different. It'd be just the two of us, and we could go slow, and I could explore every inch of his gorgeous body with my lips and my hands. But we don't have that luxury.
My small hand strokes his thick length through the boxer briefs, and I wet my lips as I look into his eyes.
"Please fuck me."
His cock throbs in my hand, and even if I see the resistance on his face, and love him for it, I know I have to keep going.
"Fuck me, Dylan," I whisper, my voice as sultry as I can make it. "I want it to be you," I say softly.
"Jesus Christ, are we good here or what?"
I ignore Nico's voice and move into him. I lean up, and when my lips brush his, I feel his cock lurch in my hand as the growl rumbles through his chest. His eyes blaze raw heat into mine, and slowly, he nods.
"Good." Nico claps his hands. "Now, let's make a porno, shall we?"
Dylan moves into me, his arms circling my waist and pulling me against him as his lips sear to mine. Fingers trace up my back, and I shiver as I feel them tease over the back of my bra.
This is happening.
I'm trying so hard to push the rest of them away, and to ignore the bright lights, and the stupid fake set, and knowing that a camera is recording all of this. I kiss him harder, determined to lose myself in just him. My fingers stroke his thick cock, and his hands slide down to my ass, slipping inside my panties and squeezing me.
Just concentrate on him. Concentrate on us.
I kiss him with everything I have, squeezing my eyes shut as I feel him start to tug at my panties.
"Fuck, I can’t wait to get a copy of this shit."
The words are whispered in gruff tones, coming from just off-set next to us, and instantly, the spell is broken.
I glance over to see two creepy looking guys leering at me, their eyes roaming all over me as they grin.
"Yeah," one nods at me, licking his lips. "Fuck him, baby."
His buddy grins, elbowing the first guy and nodding at me too. "Bet you can't wait to get fucked like a slut, huh?"
My resolve shatters. Gone.
I shiver as I pull tight to Dylan and bury my face in his chest.
"I can't do this," I whisper fiercely. "Dylan…"
"Ignore them, beautiful," he whispers back.
"I— I can't do this!"
"Angel," he murmurs. "I'm right here. Look at me, baby girl. I'm right here for—"
"Nico?"
Dylan's mouth snaps shut as I call out. I hear Nico swearing from behind the lights and the camera.
"What!" he hisses. "Time is money, sweetheart."
"I, uh…" I swallow thickly. "I can't do this."
He sighs. "Yeah, you damn well can, sweetheart. And you fuckin' will."
"No, I mean…"
I'm searching for something — anything; wracking my brain for some way out of this, when suddenly, the lie comes so easily to my lips.
"I think I just got my period."
There’s a second of silence, and I see Dylan hide his grin. Suddenly, the silence is broken as Nico lets out a stream of swears as his chair goes crashing to the floor.
"God-fucking-damnit!" he roars. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Sorry," I say quietly.
"Not fucking good," he growls, stepping out from behind the lights and glaring at me. "This fucks with the shoot schedule badly." He thinks for a minute before he shakes his head. "Fuck it, let's just do it anyways. I don't give a shit if you're on the rag."
Dylan clears his throat, turning to him.
"Listen, Nico. We could, but do your clients want that kind of thing? I mean," he shrugs. “It’s going to get pretty graphic."
Nico snarls, and I do my best to hide the excitement from my face.
I think I'm pulling this off. We're pulling it off.
Nico glances at his cameraman, who makes a face and shakes his head.
"Fuck!" Nico's face contorts as he hisses out another stream of swears.
"Fucking fuck!" He grabs a clipboard out of his assistant’s hands and chucks it across the room before he whirls on us.
"Get them the fuck out of my sight," he growls. "And make sure he's tied to his fucking bed this time!"
13
Dylan
Nico's guys need a lesson in knots.
After they drag me away from Rose and off the set back to my room, they make a shit attempt at tying me to the bed. But less than ten minutes after they leave, I'm free, out the window, and scaling the fire escape to her room.
The neon lights of the strip flicker and glow a few streets away. My blood roars in my veins, and I know what I have to do. I can't not tell her anymore. I can't let the reason she's here go unknown to her. It's going to hurt her, and it's going to probably make her hate me, but so be it. She deserves more than this, and I'm not going to be the one who denies her the truth.
It's time to tell her about Vinny. It's time to tell her why I'm the one she should hate for all of this.
She's waiting for me when I climb into her room this time, instantly throwing herself into me before I even get all the way inside the room.
"I was about to come get you," she says fiercely, arms to tight around me. I smile, burying my face in her hair.
"Beat you to it."
She grins into my chest before she sighs heavily.
"So, I guess I bought us some time today."
"That was pretty damn smart, you know," I say with a grin on my face. "Quick thinking."
"It just came to me."
I kiss her — slow at first and then more passionately. And I'm falling into her before I suddenly remember why I'm here.
"I have to tell you something," I growl.
She bites her lip and I take a deep breath, knowing I'm about to hurt her.
"I have to tell you about Vinny."
Her face goes white.
"You knew him?"
I close my eyes, wishing I could take this away, or take it back, or just take her anyplace but here.
"Yes."
"How did you—"
"Rose, I killed him." My voice is like lead, my heart dropping in my chest. "I killed your uncle."
The room is silent, and she goes still against me, not saying a word.
"I'm the reason you're here."
She still doesn't say a word, still completely frozen against me, and I can feel something breaking inside of me.
"Rose, angel—"
"I hated him."
I stop short, blinking in surprise. "What?"
"Vinny," she says quietly. "I've always hated him. He was horrible, Dylan. And he wasn't my uncle, just my mom's last shitty boyfriend before she died."
I didn't know about her mom. Hell, I don't know much of anything about her aside from how she makes me feel.
Rose shakes her head, smiling slightly as she looks up into my face.
"You're not the reason I'm here. He is." She smiles, and when her hands find mine, she holds them tight.
"You're the reason for something so much better, Dylan," she says quietly. "I've never felt this way."
"Neither have I, angel," I purr, pulling her into me and stroking her hair softly.
"Dylan..." She swallows, her eyes pleading as she looks up into mine. "I bought us some time, but if this is going to happen eventually…" She closes her eyes and takes a shaky breath.
"I don't want it to be my first time. Not in front of everyone like that, and not on camera."
The injustice of it blazes up inside of me, and I reach down to cup her jaw tenderly in my hands.
"Then let's make sure it's not."
She moans softly as we crash together, our lips crushing against each other. I melt into her, kissing her fiercely as she presses herself so tightly to me.
"Make me yours," she moans softly. "Make me yours, not the camera's."
"Angel, you were mine from the second I saw you."
And then the only thing I know are her sweet moans and soft lips, and I'm lost in her.
14
Rose
The bed is soft as he lowers me onto it, his lips still sealed to mine as our moans mingle together. His hands skim up my sides, pushing my arms above my head and pinning them there as his mouth slides to my neck. He kisses the skin there tenderly, and then rougher, making me cry out in ecstasy as his lips and teeth graze the sensitive skin there.
I spread my legs, hooking them around his waist and pulling him into me. His cock throbs rock hard against my mound, pulsing against my slick pussy through my sleep shorts and panties. He growls into my neck, rocking his hips and grinding his big cock against the heat between my thighs, making me cry out.
"Fuck, baby girl, I can already feel how wet you are."
I whimper, rocking my hips into him.
"I can already feel how much your sweet little pussy wants me to spread it wide and slip every inch of my cock inside of it."
I gasp, my head falling back into the bed as his words rasp into my ear and his thickness presses between my thighs. My nipples strain like hard little pebbles against my tank top, and when he drops his lips to my collarbone, I only gasp louder. He trails kisses and little bites down my chest, moving over the tops of my breasts and down over the tank top. His mouth finds a nipple through the cotton, and when he makes it wet with his tongue and edges his teeth across it, I arch my back and cry out.
Dylan’s hands slide down my body, teasing over my skin. He finds the edge of my tank top and pushes it up, slipping it over my breasts and then over my head before he tosses it aside.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick and growly in a way that has me shivering against him. "Fuck are you perfect, angel."
His lips find mine, and I kiss him with everything I have.
This is what I wanted for this moment — passion, and heat, and unscripted desire. I wanted rawness and aching need, and before I ever even met him, I knew this is the man I wanted to have all of me. Someone fierce and yet kind, someone rough and yet gentle, and someone just dominant enough and hard enough to make me theirs.
…And I have all that right here with him.
I moan into his kiss, reaching down and yanking his t-shirt over his body and pulling it away from him. His muscles ripple and flex in the low light of the room, the ink on his arms and chest twisting.
"So many stories," I whisper, pulling away from his lips and tracing a finger over his shoulder and his chest. "So many scars," I say softly.
"I'll tell you about all of them," he purrs. "Every single one of them."
He kisses me again, and I melt into him.
His hands slide to my waist, pushing my small cotton shorts and panties down my thighs. He follows, leaving kisses down my body and letting his breath tease over my belly until he moves lower.
"So fucking pretty," he groans, his face inches from my pussy and his fingers lightly tracing over it. "Angel, I love this pretty little cunt."
I whimper as his fingers push between my thighs. He spreads my lips and pushes my legs apart as I kick my shorts and panties away. He moves in, his breath hot on my skin, and I cry out.
His hot, wet tongue swirls over my clit, teasing me and making my hips buck off the bed against him. He groans, pushing his tongue deep inside and tasting all of me before he moves back to teasing my aching little bud. His hands work his buckle and zipper, shoving his jeans and boxers down as he licks me. I moan as his huge cock throbs into view, pulsing rock hard between his muscled thighs. He wraps his hand around it, groaning into me as he starts to pump it slowly. Big white drops of cum bead at the tip and trickle down his shaft. One drips onto my bare thigh — a preview of what's to come — and I whimper.
"I need you," I gasp, pulling him up as his tongue dances across my clit and sends me reeling. "I need all of you, Dylan.”
He groans, kissing my lips fiercely as he moves between my legs. I whimper when I feel his thick, pulsing head tease over my bare lips, and when he rubs it against my clit, I moan into his mouth. He rubs it up and down over my clit, his cock pulsing against me and his pre-cum flowing onto me and making me sticky and wet. I spread my legs wide and wrap them around his waist, panting as I feel him groan and nudge his cock lower, until it rests against my opening.
"I've wanted you since before I met you," I whisper, our eyes locked and his lips millimeters from mine.
"And I've been waiting to meet you my whole damn life," he growls, before his lips crush against mine. He eases the head into me, his thick crown spreading my lips so wide as he inches the tip inside. I gasp, the pleasure sizzling through me as I feel my pussy clench tight around him.
"This'll only hurt for a second, angel."
"Make me yours," I moan.
He growls lowly, pushing his hips forward, and I cry out. There's pain for just one second, and then suddenly, he's inside. My eyes go wide, and my breath comes heavy as I feel his huge, thick cock spread me so wide as he eases inside. And then the pain is gone, and in its place comes something wonderful.
"More," I gasp, arching my hips up into him. Dylan groans, inching his big cock deeper inside. His hand slides into my hair, tangling in it and pulling my head back as his lips dip to my neck.
"You want more of my cock, angel?" he growls, making me shiver.
"Yes," I gasp, panting as I feel him slide another inch inside.
"Tell me what you want," he groans, his hand tightening in my hair and the other one grabbing my ass possessively.
"Take me," I groan, the heat exploding through me. "Please give me all of it, and fuck me like I'm yours."
"The thing is, angel," he purrs into my ear, hovering so still with just an inch or two inside of me. His lips graze my earlobe, and when his breath teases my skin and his cock pulses so hard between my legs, I feel like I might explode at any second.
"The thing is," he growls. "You are mine."
He drives his hips in, and I scream into his shoulder as he buries every inch inside of me.
The both of us gasp for air, clawing at each other as he grinds in deep. My slick pussy grips him tightly, clinging to his thick cock as he eases out, only to plunge back in. He pulls out again, letting his cock slip from my lips. He reaches between us and grips it, running the head over my clit and growling before he eases back inside and drives in balls deep.
My fingers rake down his back, and when our lips crash together, I know I never want this moment to end. He slides a hand back into my
hair, cupping my cheek with one hand and my ass in the other as we start to rock together. We move faster, his thick girth driving in and out of me and the slick, wet sounds of us coming together filling the room. I can feel his heavy balls slap against my ass on every thrust, his thickness stretching me so tight and rubbing my clit with every stroke.
"Hold on," he whispers in my ear, and before I know it, he's spinning us over. I gasp, clawing at his chest as I find myself astride his hips with his cock buried to the hilt inside of me. He rocks his hips up, and I cry out at the change of angle — his beautiful cock hitting me so fucking perfectly as I quiver on top of him.
"Ride that dick, baby girl," he groans, his hands gripping my waist tight. One of his thumbs slips over my belly and down to my pussy, rolling my clit beneath it as he flexes his hips and grinds deep inside.
"Slide that perfect, tight little pussy up and down my cock. Ride it up and down until you come for me. I want to feel that sweet angel cum drip down my balls."
The cry from my throat is deep and primal, and my whole body ripples in pleasure as I start to do just that. My hands grip his muscled chest, and as I start to roll my hips, I can feel my body moving up and down. I throw my head back, the pleasure exploding through me as I ride and then back down, taking every thick inch of him deep inside until my ass is resting on his balls.
Dylan groans, his powerful hands gripping my hips tight. He leans up, his lips finding a nipple and making me moan. He pumps his hips to meet my thrusts, his cock throbbing so deep inside as I feel my whole world start to tremble around me.
"You look so fucking beautiful riding me like that," he groans, his eyes locked on mine. "Take all of me, angel. Fuck yourself with that big dick and feel me all the way inside. You're mine now, beautiful."
I whimper, my eyes locked on his as his hands tighten on me and his cock swells inside. The waves start to build, and I lose myself in all of it so sweetly. Because whatever happens later, I'll have this — we'll have this.
His mouth sucks and bites at my nipples, and his hands hold me so tight as he guides me up and down every inch of his cock, until it's the only feeling in my world. He fills me over and over, driving into me again and again until everything blurs.