Heat seared my loins, demanding release. My hips ground against his, and he returned the gesture, a wild, desperate dance. Finally breaking the kiss, his smoldering gaze melted me, his hot breath blowing me away.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said hoarsely.
I wasn’t about to argue.
Chapter 13
Tyler
We almost didn’t make it back to the house clothed. The poor cab driver was clearly uncomfortable the whole ride, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. Paisley’s body reacted to my every touch, and the little moans she whispered into my mouth nearly had me coming right there in the cab.
As soon as the driver pulled up at the mansion, I shoved some cash at him, following Paisley’s perfect form out of the cab and into the house.
We stumbled through the front door, her tearing my jacket off. Returning the favor, I cupped her breast in my hand, rolling my thumb around the hard nipple pressing eagerly up through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She moaned, pressing against me, and I pinned her against the wall.
Sliding my hands under her round, heart-shaped ass, I lifted her up so her legs straddled my hips. Grinding against her, I returned my attention to her breasts, moving my mouth over the soft cotton.
“Oh, God, Tyler,” she whimpered.
I groaned, my knees weakening with lust. She could have been a porn star with those noises, the way she arched into me; perfect for the camera.
Through my lusty haze, I remembered the cameras. This was my chance.
I released Paisley, letting her slide down the wall, and pulled her to the stairs. Her hands were under my shirt, sliding over my skin, her nails raking over my flesh. I shuddered with pleasure as she tore my shirt away.
“Turn around,” I growled, turning her face toward the camera hidden up in the sconces.
I took a fistful of her hair in my hand, pulling her head back to expose her creamy throat. With a lusty groan, I fell on her neck, kissing and nibbling at the tender flesh as she writhed, pushing her ass against me. Unbuckling her belt with one hand I shoved her jeans down to her ankles, exposing her body to me, to the camera.
Her thigh was like butter under my hand, a slick road to the hot, wet center. I teased her, hovering my hand over her most sensitive places, touching here and there, light as butterfly wings.
“Tyler, don’t be cruel,” she moaned.
I spun her against the wall, stripping her shirt and bra off in a single gesture. Kneeling, I took her breast in my mouth, swirling my tongue around her sweet, plump tip. She gasped, almost a scream, dancing her naked hips against my chest.
Groaning, I held her still with one hand, moving it slowly from her hip to her center. Her hard clit was easy to find, pulsing and begging for my touch. I stole a glance at the camera. It was pointed right at her face. Excellent.
I slid one finger inside, then two, as I suckled on her generous breast. Sobbing with pleasure, she bucked against me, sucking my fingers deeper with the lust-driven pulses of her velvet sheath. Just as she reached her peak, gasping tiny breaths through her wanton mouth, I rolled my thumb across her clit. Her legs were an earthquake, her belly the waves of the ocean, her scream the cry of a siren.
The heady scent of her juices muddled my senses, confused my thoughts. I wasn’t thinking about the cameras anymore. I could only think about her, her body, and the painful ache in my groin.
Releasing her breast, I sank lower, hooking her thighs over my arms, lifting her up onto my shoulders. Standing, pressing her against the wall, I sank my mouth into her. Her wet lust dripped on my tongue, hot and musky.
Moaning my name, she opened to me, writhing against my lips, inviting my tongue. Sucking her clit between my lips made her scream and quake. Dipping my tongue into her well made her gasp sobs of ecstasy. Her pure sex across my tongue made me throb painfully against the confines of my jeans, but I wasn’t finished with her yet. Lapping at her, sucking on her, fucking her with my tongue, I was forcing her to the edge.
“Ty… Ty… Tyler!” she screamed as her thighs quaked against my ears, her silky musk coating my mouth.
I released her slowly, and she virtually dripped down the wall, sagging against me, weak with pleasure.
“Bed,” she growled in my ear. “Now.”
She hooked a finger through my belt and led me upstairs, walking backwards, giving me the most erotic look I had ever seen on a woman. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and it was intoxicating.
I chased her up the stairs, unfastening my belt and abandoning the last of my clothes on the stairs. As we tumbled through the door into her room, she backed up to take me in. Her gaze wandered from my shoulders down to my cock, and she licked her lips.
“Good God, you’re pretty,” she said huskily.
“Pretty?” I asked with a wince.
“Don’t worry, you’re definitely man-pretty,” she said with a warm little chuckle.
She stepped toward me, her eyes fixed on my cock, her breath catching in her throat. Anticipating her, I moved slightly so the camera would catch the action. She lowered herself to her knees, gazing up at me with those incredible eyes. As she slid me between her soft, smooth lips, hot pleasure shot up my spine, exploding in my brain.
“Yes, baby,” I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair.
She took it all, swallowing me down to the hilt. No one had ever done that before, and the novelty alone nearly took me over the edge. Her tongue rippled against my shaft, twirling around the head when she pulled back. She groaned lustily as she lapped up my pre-cum, flicking her soft pink tongue over my throbbing tip. I forced the rising orgasm down, biting my lip. She was good. She was too good.
A glance down was my undoing. Her eyes dared me to come. Her bouncing breasts urged me to. Her soft hands and talented mouth made it impossible to refuse. Pressure built at the base of my spine as she took me in again and again, drawing me up, forcing me out.
“Baby… You’re gonna make me…” I couldn’t even finish. The moment I began to speak, she doubled her suction, moaning around me. Ecstasy like fireworks across my awareness exploded, and she drank every drop. Pulse after pulse, until I was empty, she took it all.
Gasping for breath, I sank to my knees and took her bruised, puffy lips in a tender kiss.
“You’re magnificent,” I murmured into her hair.
“Mm, I’m not the only one,” she sighed.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
She pulled back to give me a doubtful look.
“What?”
“You came,” she said matter-of-factly. “I figured you’d be ready for bed.”
“Well, I mean, if you want to stop…”
“No!”
“Good.”
I was hard again already, dying to plunge inside of her. The camera overlooked the whole of the bed, and I could think of at least seventeen different ways I wanted to take her.
I picked her up in my arms suddenly, making her squeak in a surprised laugh. I tossed her down, and she landed perfectly; hair spread out in all directions, arms and legs splayed wide. She lay, gazing up at me with heavy lids, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I told her.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” she giggled.
“Shut up,” I growled, falling on her and smothering her mouth with mine. I didn’t want to hear how I looked. I didn’t want to hear anything but her screaming with pleasure.
I slid inside of her, groaning at how tight and wet she felt around me. She held her breath, her heart thundering in her chest, until I had pressed my full length into her soft recesses. Slowly, I pulled out, reveling in every inch of her. Her legs wrapped around me as I sank back into her depths, urging me to thrust a little faster.
She whimpered against my mouth, rocking her hips in time with my thrusts, dancing against me. I took her throat, her collar bone, her breasts in my mouth and she moaned, locking her legs around mine, sliding up and down like a piston on the
bed, taking over. Heat grew around me, slick and wild. I sank my teeth into the tender flesh around her nipple and she screamed, pulsing hard around my cock, milking me with her sweet ecstasy.
Sliding off the bed and yanking her with me, I hooked her ankles over my shoulder and hammered into her. Cries of pleasure echoed through the big house, raw and primal, like a wildcat in heat.
Paisley responded, aching for release, twisting her own nipple with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. Sobbing with pleasure, she came on me, soaking me in her musk, triggering my senses.
“Not yet,” I growled, pushing her off of me. “Your turn.”
Biting her lip with a predatory grin, she pounced on me, shoving me down onto the bed. She straddled me, leaning over so her astounding breasts hung in my face, and I took them each in turn into my mouth.
Sighing into a groan, she began to ride me. Her scent surrounded me as her firm, soft ass slapped against my thighs. The eagerness of her bucking hips, the soft sighs escaping her long, creamy throat, brought me closer than I wanted to be. Not yet, not yet.
I suckled her breast and wrapped a hand around her waist, pinning her against me, shortening her thrusts. Her sighs became moans, wavering at the edge of screams, gasping through rasping breaths as she began to drip and quake. I thrusted up into her, hitting just the right spot.
With an animal growl, she came again, soaking me. It was too much. It wasn’t nearly enough.
Spinning her off of me, I moved behind her, entering her from behind. The perfect heart shape of her ass looked better with me splitting it. She pushed back against me, making her ass clap and jiggle against my hips as I thrust into her. Her screams grew louder, more intense, ripping through her raw throat, dragging my ecstasy up out of the very root of my core.
It shot through me like lightning, and I almost thought my spine would break in two with the force of it. With her wild screams filling my ears I slammed into her, pulsing, shuddering in my rapture as I emptied into her.
Breathless and trembling, I held her still until the last shudders of intense, almost painful pleasure subsided. As I pulled away, releasing her, she collapsed onto the bed, smiling liquidly and purring like a kitten.
“That was fun,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s do it again.”
Laughing, I pulled her to me and kissed her. “Sure, baby. How about a nap first?”
“Yes,” she said blissfully, closing her eyes.
We crawled, delectably spent, to the head of the bed and slid between the sheets. As I drifted off to sleep with her in my arms, I remembered the tape.
In my whole life, I had never slept so badly after good sex.
Chapter 14
Tyler
Thirty seconds of a grinding metal song ripped me from my dreams. I lay in Paisley’s bed, warm and relaxed, blinking into consciousness. The song started again. Dan’s ringtone.
Sliding out of bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake her, I hurried through the open door, where my phone was vibrating my pants down the stairs. Naked and clumsy, I chased my jeans, feeling like an idiot.
I caught them, finally, and ripped the still-ringing phone from my pocket.
“Hello?” I answered as quietly as I could.
“Hey, stud! How’s it going with the pop star?”
“Uh… It’s going,” I hedged.
“That don’t sound good. Did you get the tape?”
“Nah, brother, not yet,” I lied, cringing.
“Why the hell not? She’s not into girls, is she?”
I suppressed a chuckle. “Pretty sure she’s not.”
“You get all the cameras put up?”
“Yeah, I got them.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Nothing, man. Just…don’t want to press my luck too fast, you know?”
“Well, you better start pressin’ something. I already told my guy what you’re working on. He don’t like to be kept waiting.”
“He’s gonna have to deal,” I snapped. “These things take time.”
“Yeah, well…” Dan trailed off into incoherent grumbles. “Just seal the deal, would ya? I’m sick of paying this damn mortgage.”
“Working on it, Dan.”
“Yeah. Okay. Just get it done, boy.”
“I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“You better. I’m counting on you.”
He hung up, and I blew out a sigh, pushing my hand through my hair. After collecting my clothes from the night before, I wandered to my room. I didn’t give a damn about Dan’s impatience or his boogeyman contact guy. But when I opened my computer, my screen was filled with Jeanne’s posts. Lighthearted updates which barely hid her desperation. She needed help, and I had the tape. At least I thought I did.
I should probably check to make sure that anything actually made it to the computer.
I was sort of hoping there had been some kind of massive glitch, to give me more time. The two sides of my guilt collided, and I grit my teeth against the feeling.
I opened the connection and uploaded everything from those two cameras for the time frame. I glanced nervously at the hallway as the video compiled, making sure the volume was turned right down. It took forever. When the videos finally popped up, my hands were sweating. I pushed play.
There she was, gloriously naked, perched on my shoulders. I swallowed hard as I hardened, as turned on by the visual as I was by the memory. This was pure gold. It would go viral instantly. Hell, it would go viral even if she wasn’t a celebrity. It was just that hot.
I clicked over to the bedroom camera’s video, and it just got better. I could practically feel her mouth on me as I watched her suck me off, gorgeous in her wanton lust.
Absorbed as I was, I didn’t hear her get out of bed. I didn’t notice her at all until she reached my door, stretching in a luxurious yawn, her oversized T-shirt slipping up just above her cotton panties.
“Mm, morning, lover,” she purred.
I closed the laptop with a snap, the videos still running inside. “Morning! How’d you sleep?”
Chapter 15
Paisley
I inhaled deeply, embracing his scent on my sheets. Smiling, I opened my eyes…only to find him gone. He had slipped out without flipping the covers, and for a moment I wondered if I had dreamed the passion of the night before. The pleasant ache between my legs convinced me that it had been real. Stretching, loving the feeling of the satin sheets against my bare skin, I pulled myself out of bed.
“Can’t go wandering around naked,” I murmured dreamily as I pulled on some clothes. Not many; just enough to entice him. For as satisfying as the night before had been, I couldn’t seem to get enough. I wanted more.
“It’s been too long, girl,” I told my reflection, blowing it a kiss. It had been ages since I’d had sex, and even longer since I’d had good sex.
Padding out of my room, I cast an amused glance at the scattered clothes on the stairs. A second glance had me wrinkling my brow; Tyler’s clothes were gone. A twinge of panic in my gut made me ask myself if he’d left, gotten what he wanted from me and run away.
Heart pounding, I hurried down the thick carpet toward his bedroom. His door was open. Was that a good sign or a bad one?
Sick with worry, I stopped in front of his door. There he was, dressed in nothing but jeans, watching his laptop intently. Relief made me yawn, and I stretched into it.
“Mm, morning, lover.”
He slammed the laptop closed, startling me. “Morning! How’d you sleep?”
He was jumpy, and seemed weirdly distant. He shoved the laptop away from him and crossed his legs defensively.
Had I really been that bad in bed? I mentally calculated just how out of practice I had been, and I almost winced at the figure.
“Like a baby,” I said, stepping into his room. “How ’bout you?”
“Oh, I…slept,” he said noncommittally.
Crap. It had been terrible. Well, he couldn’t really expect it to be
perfect the first time, could he? It never was. At least that was what I had been told by people far more experienced than I. But the night before had been absolutely magical for me. He stood and turned his back to me, looking out the window. Heartsick, I nearly walked away.
That’s no way to get what you want, I admonished myself. I had never given up perfecting anything I was passionate about, and this was no different. I would rock his world the way he’d rocked mine, even if it took a thousand hours of practice.
I sidled up behind him, sliding my hands around his tight, muscular waist.
“I had a great time last night,” I murmured with my lips pressed against his shoulder.
“Did you?” he asked neutrally.
It stung my pride, but I pressed on. “Mm-hm. I’d like to thank you for it.” I slipped my fingers under his waistband, excited at the absence of underwear.
“Thank me?” he asked, a laugh barely concealed in his voice. “No need to thank me, darlin’.”
Oh, no you don’t. I’m damn good at that, and you’re going to let me prove it.
“I don’t need to…but I want to.” I slid my hands down farther, to find him half-hard. He swelled under my touch, bouncing slightly with the rush.
I chuckled, pleased with myself. I might not be the best he’d ever had yet, but I could definitely get him going. I moved my hands up, over his rippling abs to his bulging pecs, raking my nails over his skin until he shivered.
He turned in my arms, meeting my eyes with his fiery emerald smolder. “Well…I wouldn’t want to deprive you of something you want.”
I bit my lip, turning my face up to him as he took my mouth in his. There was less desperation in his touch this morning. I intended to change that, but first I wanted to drink him in slowly. He traced my lips with his tongue, nibbling tenderly at my mouth. I sighed, melting into him, letting him cradle me in his strong arms like a lover out of an old movie.
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