"Yes. Men will watch anything. At first I offered to have Jared fill in for my absentee costar, but he turned me down. I love how committed he is to Autumn, but the world misses Brandon Boner."
Although I'd never want Jared sleeping with a woman other than my sister, Tawny's words are true. People want Brandon. He's taken a lot of heat for not performing in the porn industry anymore. So much so that people are actually searching for the next Brandon Boner. They need someone who will be as popular as he was, but there aren't a lot of drop dead gorgeous, tattoo covered, pierced dick men who are hung like a horse lying around.
"Since you're here, Tawny, you can help Winnie and me get the house ready for the party tonight."
She agrees and the three of us start transforming the living room and kitchen into the perfect area for a birthday party. I'm no longer thinking about Scott, or at least I'm trying not to think about him. We set up the decorations and cake. The balloons are delivered a few hours later and Tawny and I take a trip to the local liquor store, stocking up on all our drinking needs.
I successfully avoid Scott for the rest of the afternoon, afraid of what I might do if I'm alone with him. Now I'm ready to see my older sis and party it up for her birthday.
★★★
What started as a small get together with the few friends Autumn has made here in California, turned into a large party by midnight. Tawny and Kelly invited a few of their closest friends, and by closest I mean that Tawny barely remembers their names. Some are people she met on shoots; some are just random people she's met at clubs and bars.
I thought for sure Jared was going to have a shit fit when these random people showed up, but because Autumn was okay with it, so was Jared. The two of them were inseparable all night and went up to their bedroom about an hour ago. The party was a lot of fun, so I'd normally make jokes about how boring the two of them were for leaving it, but by the sounds coming from their bedroom, they're anything but boring.
Autumn's birthday party was definitely a success. There were gifts, music, dancing and even a little pool action in the backyard. I made sure to always have a drink in hand so I would have a slight buzz throughout the night, but when my sister and Jared went up, that's when the real party began.
Drinking. Drinking. And more drinking.
I'm enjoying my buzz and dancing with Tawny and Kelly in the living room when a strong arm wraps around my torso and pulls me against his firm chest. By the way my body reacts, I know it's him behind me. I stumble, an unfortunate effect of the alcohol, but quickly recover as Scott turns me around in his arms. His face lowers toward mine so I can hear him over the music.
"Come with me," he says, his voice low and husky. It sounds like sex. I mean, literally, if sex had a voice, it would be Scott's.
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or my constant, unquenchable lust when I'm around this man, but I follow him. He leads me out of the room, down the hallway and into the guest room I'm staying in while I'm here. Once we're inside he closes the door behind us, muffling the noise coming from the rest of the house.
The room I've been staying in is nicer than my bedroom at home. The walls are a cream color and the floors are dark hardwood. There's an antique dresser and desk that have been stripped, sanded, and stained to beautiful perfection. The bed is large and circular. It's something I imagine finding in a sex club, not a guest room, but oddly it complements the antique furniture well. The only distasteful thing in the room is the large mirror on the ceiling, directly over the bed
Leave it to an ex-porn star to have a mirror on the ceiling of the guest bedroom.
"I have something for you, Winnie."
"Yeah? Let me guess, that something is hard and waiting for me in your pants?"
He laughs and replies, "Actually, yes."
I watch as he lowers his hand and while I'm ready for him to grab his zipper and start pulling down, he shocks me by reaching into his pocket and pulling something out.
"I found this last week when I was surfing with the guys. It's rare to find these out this way, especially this color but when I saw it I thought of you. I saved it for your collection."
He reaches out his hand and opens it completely, revealing a pinkish, almost salmon colored starfish shell. It's not very large, maybe three inches in size but its shape is perfect, and the color makes it even more unique.
I reach out for it and pick it up with my hands, feeling its rough, bumpy texture on one side, and its smoother texture on the other. "This is amazing. I can't believe you saved this for me."
I look up into his gray eyes and almost immediately forget about the starfish. Instead, all of my previous thoughts come rushing back in my head. The atmosphere in the room changes too. It goes from sweet and innocent, to sparks and sexual tension in the blink of an eye.
"I want you," Scott grunts, pulling me back into his body.
"What happened to your poker game?"
"What poker game?" His hands start at my hips and slowly slide up my body, awakening every nerve inside me. My breathing grows faster as my physical want for him increases.
"The poker game you were playing with the boys-" I stop talking as his lips make contact with my neck, temporarily distracting my thoughts. "With the boys on the deck."
"I wasn't playing poker, Winnie." His mouth moves under my chin, up my cheek and across my face until I can feel his lips at the corner of my mouth. "You didn't see me playing poker. I was just observing."
That's strange because I could have sworn I saw him with cards in his hand and throwing poker chips out into the center of the table, increasing his bet. How much did I drink tonight?
Scott's mouth captures my plump bottom lip and sucks the delicate skin before gently biting down. I don’t hesitate as I open my mouth, ravishing him with my lips. The kiss is passionate and fast, both of us insatiable and both of us needing to quench this desire before we explode.
My hands move to the bottom of his shirt, grasping the hem and pulling it up and over his body. Unfortunately, this means I have to stop tasting his delicious mouth for a second or two.
"Just one night," he grunts, his hands moving back to my hips as he pulls me back into his body. I can feel his hard erection against my stomach. "You've had me horny as hell for weeks and I want you and need you tonight."
I feel like a temptress from his words and I'm glad his desire for me is just as intense as mine is for him. He's all I have thought about these past several weeks. He's the man I desire when I'm in bed satisfying myself with my hand.
My hands lower to the top of his jeans, ready to strip them off but Scott has me beat. He's pulling my blouse up and over my head, exposing my black and peach lace push-up bra.
"Holy fuck," he groans.
The mounds of my ample breasts topple over the cups of my bra, putting my large breasts on display for him. Scott's hands come down on them, massaging them before pulling the cups down, exposing my full tits and hard nipples. He stands back to take a look at what I have on display
"Your tits are beautiful, downright edible. I want to taste."
My eyes close, ready to feel Scott's lips and tongue devour them, but then the bedroom door creaks. My eyes burst open and I quickly cover my breasts with my hands.
"Shhh," Tawny drunkenly mumbles, stumbling into the bedroom and closing and locking the door behind her. She looks the two of us over before grinning cockily. "You two have been up to no good."
I'm suddenly nervous about what Tawny will do. It's okay to hook up with Scott if no one finds out, but Tawny knowing is not okay. I can't let this get back to Autumn.
"It’s not what you think," I shout, trying to come up with some other explanation as to why I am standing here half naked. Somehow I don't think she'll believe the excuse that Scott was giving me a breast exam.
"Oh, please, little Adams. Who do you think you're talking to? I'm the same woman who caught you giving head to the owner of that record store you were always at. What were you, fifteen?"
"See, nothing to be shy about."
"Tawny, we were kind of in the middle of something," Scott interrupts.
She giggles and moves closer to Scott, while quickly pulling the small, figure hugging shirt she's wearing over her head revealing her bare breasts.
Of course, Tawny's not wearing a bra.
Her body is perfection. Her long, dark hair hangs down on her back, her slender, tone figure would rival any model and her fake breasts perfect the look. No wonder she's one of the most in demand female porn stars.
"I could be in the middle of something, too. Three is always better than two."
She moves in seductively, licking her lips before inching forward and licking his. Her tongue traces the outline of his lips before licking the seam, asking for entrance. I'm shocked when Scott closes his eyes and opens for her, kissing her briefly.
Wow. So this is what it feels like? I’ve never been half naked in front of a man before and had him choose another woman over me. I'm usually the one men are drooling over.
Scott gently pushes Tawny away and looks in my direction.
"But I'm horny, Scotty."
"Not tonight, Tawny."
"It could be fun..." Tawny turns and looks over at me. Her eyes are slightly red, showing just how intoxicated she actually is, but her words come out clearer than they did before, "Come on, little Adams, the three of us could have some fun."
Now I'm not opposed to threesomes, I've just never had one with another woman before and the thought of having one with Tawny is not that appealing. She has a great body, and thousands of people would jump at the chance, but I'm not one of them.
My eyes drift over to Scott, wanting, no, needing him to help me get out of this situation, but all I see is desire. It was in his eyes before but now his desire to be with us both is radiating from all over his gorgeous body.
I'm torn.
My body physically wants Scott; no, needs Scott would be more accurate. I can't keep denying myself this pleasure, but being with Tawny is not something I need or ever want.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice Tawny until her hands move mine away from my breasts, replacing them with hers. She squeezes gently before pulling and twisting my nipples just the way I like it. It completely takes me by surprise and arouses me at the same time.
How the fuck does she know the way I like it?
Her hands move up my full, heavy breasts, past my chest and around my neck as she looks right in my eyes. "Please, Winnie," she begs as her lips lower to mine. I'm frozen and can't move. Her lips touch mine gently and I'm reluctant to even respond.
Tawny is kissing me and it feels, weird. Nice, but weird. Her soft, strawberry flavored lips caress mine, urging my lips to move with them. My eyes shift to Scott and I watch him lower his jeans and boxers swiftly, before holding his hard, thick cock in his hands and stroking it, while Tawny's lips are still searching for a response from mine.
I give in to both of their desires. We could make this fun.
My eyes close and my lips move, dancing with Tawny's before I slowly open my mouth, inviting her tongue inside. She takes advantage of this. Her tongue enters my mouth and we begin to massage and caress each other. It feels surprisingly good.
Tawny's hands at the back of my neck move and gently grasp the hair at my nape, pulling slightly so that my head falls back, releasing my lips from hers. Her mouth moves over my exposed neck, licking and then sucking to perfection, making my skin tingle all over and my clit throb, begging for stimulation. Her lips continue their journey, kissing my collarbone, my shoulder, my chest, and then the tops of my tits.
My breasts are aching, my nipples begging to be touched. Tawny looks up, her eyes meeting mine before I feel her tongue slide over one of my erect nipples, sending a jolt down to my southern region.
"That's enough," Scott demands, huskily.
I tremble at the sound of his voice and look up, my desire for him bringing me out of my Tawny induced haze. I actually liked it. Tawny's hands on my body, her lips on my lips, her tongue on my tits... I actually liked it.
"Both of you get naked. Tawny go over to the bed and wait for us." His commanding voice is dominant and shocking coming from him. But it also turns me on and I find myself stripping as fast as possible.
"Slowly, Winnie. I want to watch you."
I toss my bra on the floor and then slowly lower my hands to my jeans, unbuttoning the top button and unhurriedly sliding down the zipper. My thumbs go into my waistband and I slowly shimmy my jeans over my hips, past my butt and down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side.
I never break eye contact with him. His gaze is intimate and his eyes are dark, almost a stormy gray. I might be imagining the color based on my alcohol consumption, but I don't think I am. He's barely showing restraint and his eyes demand my attention.
My focus stays trained on him, my head slightly bowed waiting for his next command. He just watches me intensely. This would normally make me nervous but right now it's intensifying my desire for him. He's setting my body on fire with just a look and I can't wait much longer.
"Come here."
I practically dash into his direction, stopping directly in front of him as his hands reach out for my waist. His fingers grip the sides of my panties and drag them down the length of my legs until they've reached my ankles. I lift one foot and then the other and then I'm completely bare in front of him. His hands slide back up my body on my outer thighs to my hips, until he's standing in front of me again. His hands drop from my sensitive skin and I let out a slight whimper in protest.
I want him touching me.
"Tell me, did you like Tawny touching you?"
I look over at Tawny on the bed. She's sitting up with her thighs open wide, her long svelte legs hang over the edge. Her hand is between her thighs, her fingers trailing over her clit, rubbing herself in a controlled manor. She's getting off watching us interact. I look back at Scott as he waits for my reply.
"Yes..." I whisper, hesitantly.
His hands move back to my body as he cups my breasts with his palms, stirring the animal inside of me. "Did you like her touching your tits? Did it get you wet? Did you want her to make you come?"
Scott's mouth comes down to kiss the aroused flesh of my breast before lowering to suck one of my nipples between his lips. "Did it feel good to kiss her? Tell me, Winnie, did your cunt throb when Tawny finally stopped teasing you and licked your hard nipple?"
His questions are invasive, but at the same time make me want to drop down on my knees and take his cock into my mouth, showing him how I felt at that moment when Tawny touched me.
"Yes..." I groan.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, it felt good. So good, but you'd feel better."
His mouth leaves my body... again. My frustration is at an all-time high. I've been sexually frustrated before, but Scott is testing my limits with his teasing ways.
"Get on the bed. I'll show you just how good I feel."
I must not move fast enough because I let out a squeal as Scott lifts me up and over his shoulder before walking us over to the bed and playfully tossing me on the mattress. Before I have time to think he's kissing me, leaving luscious open mouth kisses down my stomach, past my belly button until he reaches my bare mound. I'm ready and waiting to feel his tongue on me, waiting for him to make me come.
His tongue touches my flesh, separating my folds before making contact with my clit. His mouth feels incredible, better than I imagined and I moan in appreciation. As I part my lips panting, Tawny's lips make contact with mine as she slowly invades my mouth, kissing me passionately. I hesitantly lift one of my hands to slowly caress her breasts as my other hand lowers into Scott's hair to make sure he doesn't stop.
The three of us spend the next hour teasing and pleasuring each other, and giving me the most erotic sexual encounter of my life. After I've climaxed for the fourth time, Scot
t comes inside me while Tawny screams in ecstasy riding Scott's face. I roll over, completely sated, and pass out.
★★★
My eyes adjust to the darkness as I wake up in a panic. The room is strangely quiet. Scott's heavy arm is resting over my stomach as he tries to spoon me while he sleeps. The other side of the bed is empty and Tawny is nowhere to be seen. The clock on the dresser shows me I've been asleep for less than an hour.
Slowly, I lift Scott's arm and place it on his side, sliding out of the bed as quietly as possible and attempting not to shake the mattress. Once I'm on solid ground my hands search the hardwood floor for my clothing. I find my bra first, then my jeans and blouse, but my panties are nowhere to be found. Scott grumbles in his sleep and I know I have to get out of here fast before he wakes up.
Screw finding my panties.
In record time I have my clothing on and I'm slipping out of the guest bedroom, softly closing the door behind me. The house is quiet so I make my way to the living room, find a blanket in the cubby under the ottoman and lie down on the couch.
What did I just do? I slept with Jared's brother and I slept with Tawny. Tawny, who is like another member of our small town family. Tawny, who sleeps with men and women for a living. Tawny, who I'm not even remotely interested in.
I want Scott.
After seeing and... feeling what he can do to me, I know I have to keep my distance. In one night he had me doing something I never imagined doing before. I didn’t want to have sex with Tawny, but he made her look desirable. Scott wanting me to fuck Tawny made me want to fuck Tawny. If I stick with him I'll be doing ecstasy while in the middle of a group orgy before I leave to go back home.
I just need to go to sleep and forget this happened. Tomorrow, everything will go back to normal and I can start looking at Scott as Jared's brother and not the man I have an unhealthy hunger for.
Chapter Five
"Why the fuck are you on my couch?"
Playing His Game (The Reynolds Brothers) Page 5
