“Good to know,” he said, slowing down his movements, lessening the pressure, gently removing his fingers from my pussy. His kisses grew softer, the ending of something.
“Wait, what?” I panted. “You’re not really going to stop?”
“I get to do whatever I want to you, Lucia. You know that.” He bit my earlobe.
I shivered. “You’re going to torture me all day?” I asked, furious and frustrated and so turned on I could barely stand.
“I don’t know,” he said, straightening my hair, closing my robe, making me look like I hadn’t just been ravaged in a broom closet. “That depends on how many times you’re able to sneak down here to meet me.”
“For five minutes at a time,” I whimpered, wanting to stomp my foot like a teenager being grounded.
His corresponding grin was downright smug.
“Sounds about right,” he said, and then kissed me so sweetly my head spun.
When he pulled back, my eyes narrowed. “You think you can kiss me like that and get me to forget you’re a sadistic son of a bitch?”
Cal arched his eyebrow. “Do you have a counter-strike planned?”
I brushed my hair from my shoulders, cocked my hip. “Please. I might not even meet you down here,” I said, leaning forward to run the tip of my finger up the length of his cock. He shuddered. “I might leave you down here all day, knowing that I’m walking around upstairs, naked and glistening, and you’re hard as a fucking rock with no relief in sight.”
Cal’s lips quirked up as he stared me down, intrigued.
I maintained my haughty demeanor, even though my legs were shaking and I would have given all the royalties from the entirety of this photo shoot to shove Cal’s head between my legs and make him finish me off.
Twice.
I felt the familiar buzz of my phone alarm, letting me know it was two minutes past Ray’s allotted five-minute break. I took it out, turned it off, kept eye contact with Calvin. He opened the door of the broom closet.
“After you,” he said, like the gentleman that he wasn’t. I fake-saluted him and then enjoyed the fact that he had to watch my ass the entire way down the hallway. I could practically hear his erection, and when I turned back to toss him one last sassy wink, he was staring at me with such voraciousness I tripped.
The entire crew saw it too.
“Where the hell have you been, Lu?” Ray asked, tapping the face of his watch. “Time’s wasting away.” I rolled my eyes.
“It’s fine, Ray. Can’t a girl have five minutes to herself in the bathroom?”
“Seven minutes. And no,” Ray said, and I glanced back at Cal. Gave him a look, as in see what I mean?
But then again, if Calvin Ellis thought he could get me off in five-minute increments over the course of a five-hour photo shoot, I was willing to let him try.
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CALVIN
We were an hour into the photo shoot, approaching the first call for a five-minute break from Ray, and I was only 40% sure Lucia would meet me for our five minutes in heaven in the broom closet.
What she was doing, however, was giving as good as she was getting.
It started when she began changing right in front of me. In front of everyone, really, but no one seemed to care, used to models stripping off clothes throughout the day. But she’d always used a privacy screen—until now.
Now I had to pretend to read my books with the willpower of a goddamn saint. Because every twenty minutes or so Ray would yell “change” and she’d pop out of whatever strange pose she was holding and immediately strip down to the pale white thong she was wearing. And nothing fucking else.
“You know, Ray,” she called out at one point, “I kind of like that this shirt shows my nipples. What do you think? Very boho, very vintage, huh?” she said, pulling the fabric tight against the nipples in question.
“Provocative,” Ray said, snapping his fingers “Shay’ll love it.”
Lu bent over constantly, and took every opportunity to look at me while she was on camera. Sucking her fingers between her lips. Arching her back.
“Fucking inspired, Lu,” Ray called out. “This is gonna get us banned in all the magazines,” he said, to laughter from the set.
A few minutes before the break I gave Lu a pointed, pained look. You won, I tried to convey, so hard I could barely see straight.
I paced in the tiny broom closet—well, not really, but I could walk a step, turn, and walk another step. My hand pressed against my cock, sensation coursing through me.
I glanced at my watch. She wasn’t coming and she was right after all—here I was, no relief in sight, my only comfort the endless images in my mind of her beautiful, tanned body. Her breasts, small and perfectly rounded. Those legs—went on for days, toned like a dancer’s. Jesus, I was going to have to jerk off or I wouldn’t be able to go back out there.
She’d really won, and the dominant side of me was aroused yet furious. I saw punishments in my mind—days of orgasm denial, keeping her tied to my bed and on the edge from sun up to sun down. I liked that fantasy. Liked it a lot, and my cock was out and in my hand when Lucia slid through the door. Dropped to her knees. Took the entire length of me in her wet, warm mouth.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said, running her tongue to the top, closing her eyes in pleasure. “And you taste delicious.”
I fisted both of my hands in her hair, watched in total amazement and wonder as my blonde goddess sucked my cock with total devotion. I was panting, unable to stop, even though I knew I needed to be quiet. Even though I didn’t want to come, didn’t want to give her the satisfaction, needed her to come first, over and over.
“How many…” I started to say, head falling back on a groan as she hollowed her cheeks with suction. “Holy fuck, Lucia,” I rasped, she looked up at me, not playfully. Not bratty or defiant. But shining with arousal.
“One more minute,” she sighed, tongue working quickly over the head, so I hauled her up and she squealed, laughing, as I pushed her against the wall. Yanked down the flimsy shirt she wore and sucked her nipple into my mouth, slid my fingers inside her hot cunt, the pad of my index finger gliding against her g-spot.
“If I was a poet, Lucia, I’d write a god-damned sonnet about this pussy,” I growled, biting her nipple and then licking it tenderly.
“45…45 seconds,” she breathed, back arched against the wall, “and don’t stop please don’t stop.”
“Lucia, I’d love nothing more than to feel you climax on my fingers right now,” I said, flattening my tongue and moving it over both of her nipples. “The way you’d drench me, I’d carry your scent on me for the rest of the day. Fucking getting off on it.”
“20 seconds, Calvin please fuck me,” she begged and that’s what I wanted, what I needed from Lucia right now. Not on her knees and owning my cock, but up against a wall and mindlessly seeking the release only I could give her.
And then her phone buzzed: the alarm, signaling the end of our time together.
Lucia let out a string of curses that would have made prison inmates blush, slapping her hand against the wall.
“I can’t go out there,” she said. “I’m going to accidentally brush against a table leg or something and come in front of everyone.”
“I’d pay good money to see that,” I said, stroking her hair, kissing her cheek. Trying to soothe her, but who was I kidding—even as we tried to break apart one of us would keep grabbing the other, and even now she was stroking my cock through my pants, grinding her palm against it.
Her phone started to ring and her head fell against my shoulder.
“Calvin,” she whined.
“Lucia,” I replied, rubbing her back, nuzzling her ear. “When we get more than five minutes together today I’m going to fuck you so deeply you’ll feel me there for weeks.” She gave me a look of such longing I had to kiss her, kept kissing her until she answered her phone.
“Yes, Ray,” she said, mouth still against mine. I heard a fier
y volley of words that had her rolling her eyes in the near-darkness. “Don’t make me Norma Rae all over this fucking photo shoot,” she replied calmly, pulling herself together, pressing a kiss against my cheek and exiting the broom closet.
She was laughing into the phone now, and I heard that sunshine-sound echo as I watched her walk down the hallway and away from me, the intensity of our moment together not gone, but burrowed beneath my skin.
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LUCIA
“I’m going to demand a lunch break,” I moaned, my fingers in Calvin’s hair. “Thirty fucking minutes lo—oh fuck, yes.”
He responded by growling against my skin and I felt the vibrations in my stomach. Another hour of sweet torture had gone by, and as soon as I’d skipped down here (run, really, although I’d never tell Calvin that) he’d shoved my floaty, ephemeral skirt up above my hips, fell to his knees, and plunged his tongue inside of me. One knee hooked over his shoulder, his thumb kept teasing around my clit, never quite hitting it as he devoured me.
He licked so deep I saw stars, and I was so used to being kept on the cliffs-edge of orgasm at this point I welcomed it, tried to sneakily get there without Cal realizing it.
But the man could read my body like a book, backing off just as my hips would buck against his lips.
“Christ, you’re good at that,” I groaned, knowing we had less than two minutes left. “What do I have to do to get you to let me…to let me…” I stilled, body poised for flight, because his tongue was now tracing my clit in slow, lazy circles and my orgasm was rushing up like high tide. I made the mistake of tightening my hold on his hair, grinding on his face, and he stopped, standing up to lick his tongue into my mouth.
I bit down on it, giving his chest hair a good yank.
“You’re such an asshole,” I said, biting his tongue again.
“And you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he said against my mouth, hoisting me up against the wall and spreading my legs as wide as they would go.
He dragged his hard cock against my clit and only his palm against my mouth stopped the entire restaurant from hearing my scream of pleasure.
“When will that lunch break be?” Another thrust. His biceps were bunched against my thighs, the veins of his neck standing out. A drop of sweat slid down his throat and I caught it with my tongue.
“Soon,” I said. “Soon soon soon,” and then my fucking phone alarm went off and we both groaned in frustration so loudly there was no fucking away we weren’t going to get caught.
“Okay, okay,” I said, trying to calm us down. “Let me talk to Ray. I’ll tell him my…I don’t know my blood sugar is low or something and I need to eat,” I sighed, because Cal was still rocking against me while licking my neck at the same time. I was literally just a bundle of nerves, primed to go off.
“Do it,” he commanded, dropping me quickly and backing away. “You’re um…you’re—” he said, pointing and I looked down. He’d practically shredded the outfit I was wearing.
“I’ll have to tell everyone this happened in the bathroom,” I said with a wry smile. “Quick. Give me a reason.”
“Swordfight with a dragon,” he suggested. “Or an encounter with a werewolf. It is a full moon.”
“Maybe a coyote? Are there coyotes in Big Sur?” I tried to put the dozen floaty skirt layers back in place, pushing my Janis Joplin hair out of my eyes.
“Toilet fought back?” Cal said, chuckling a little.
I shoved him playfully. “So I shouldn’t say it’s because I’ve been sneaking down here to let you dry-fuck me to the edge of orgasm.”
Cal pressed his hand against my cheek and I leaned against it, a moment that was sweet until his thumb brushed my lips and I sucked it into my mouth.
“Lunch break,” he rasped.
I nodded, then bit his thumb hard enough to draw blood.
◊
CALVIN
It was still another 45 minutes before Lucia could talk Ray into a break. Even Taylor was against it.
“Lu, come on. Just chug a handful of almonds so we can push through the final hours. We’ll get done faster and then we can grab dinner in town or something,” he said, stretching his neck out and sipping lemon water.
I was dutifully turning the pages of my book, pretending not to care, cultivating a kind of nonchalance I was faking the fuck out of.
“Ray,” Lu said, ignoring Taylor. “I need a break. We’ve been going hard this whole time and…well, my blood sugar is low.”
Ray arched an eyebrow. “Your blood sugar is low? You’ve never complained of that before.”
“Well, it’s a thing I have now,” she said, hand on her hip. She nodded at the crew. “Come on, don’t you guys want an actual lunch break?”
“It’s true,” Josie said, stepping in to save the day. I shot her the kind of look a drowning person gives their rescuer. “Her blood sugar has been way low this entire time, really. She needs to sit down and eat something.”
“For at least 30 minutes,” she said. Her cheeks flushed a little. “Maybe even 45 minutes.”
What I would do to Lucia Bell in 45 minutes.
“How do you know her blood sugar is low?” Ray asked, narrowing his eyes at Josie.
She shrugged. “Best friend thing.” She paused. “You wouldn’t know about it.”
There was a long silence, in which I saw my life end (cause of death: blue balls) but then Ray nodded reluctantly nodded. “You get 25 minutes. And then you’re back here until we’re done shooting. No more breaks.”
He’d barely finished speaking and I was already sidling towards the door. Lucia caught my eye and I mouthed the word car to her. She gave me the briefest of nods, before saying loudly, “Well, I’m off to go take my lunch outside.”
“Hey, I’ll come with you,” Taylor said genuinely, standing up. She shook her head forcefully and he stepped back, a little hurt.
“No, oh, shit, I mean, sorry, Tay. I just, the low blood sugar,” she said, fluttering her hand up to her forehead. I thought Josie was going to burst, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter. “I need to be alone for a bit. Is that okay?”
But before he could even answer, she’d grabbed a banana and a bottle of water and walked towards the other door.
I left, exhaling the longest, horniest breath of my life, before walking around the back-end of the restaurant and digging for my keys. The air was almost balmy with the threat of rain, the waves angry-sounding against the shore, mirroring the pull of my body towards Lucia, who was walking towards me looking like a fantasy.
We reached the car at the same time, her hands all over me as I tried to pull my keys from my pocket and slip them into the lock.
“24 minutes,” she whispered, shoving her hands beneath my shirt and sliding them up my chest. The key finally clicked and I threw the door open, shoving her into the back seat.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” I said, tossing off my shirt and yanking my pants off.
“Do we have time?” she breathed, fingers at her lips, staring at my body.
“I need to feel you,” I said, finding the condom I’d stuck in my jeans pocket this morning. “Off,” I said, but she was already halfway naked, kicking off her dress and sliding over until she straddled me, her hair like a curtain, sheltering us from the real world.
Her bare breasts brushing against my chest, my arms wrapping around her naked back. With trembling fingers she took the condom, slid it on. And slammed herself down my cock, taking every single inch of me.
The sound we made together wasn’t human.
“Oh my fucking god,” Lucia screamed as I snarled against her neck, marking her with my teeth. Nothing had ever felt as good, as right, as tight. I squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks as she rode me. Fast, sloppy, the only goal to get us both off.
For the first time I had no words, couldn’t think to form a single, coherent thought—just licked her nipples. Pulled her hair. Slapped her ass every time she thrust down. The windows steame
d, the car shook. She was clenching around me a minute later, her first orgasm tearing through her, tearing through us because I could feel her milking me, her gorgeous face contorted in pleasure, her name falling from my lips.
A tear worked its way down her cheek and I caught it with my tongue.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she panted, still rocking against me, shuddering. “It just felt…Calvin, I never…it was like…” and I soothed her with a kiss, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her. Hitting the spot I knew she loved. She screamed again, and in an instant I had her flat on her back, both legs over my shoulders.
“Never apologize for that,” I said, “And now I need you to come again, beautiful,” I bit out, the new position intense. I tried to go slow, aware of the angle, but she bucked against me.
“Fuck me harder,” she groaned and I spanked her so hard her eyes widened, throat tilted back.
“I’ll fuck you—” I grunted, one knee on the car seat, other foot half-planted, “as hard—” I grabbed onto the ledge of the car window, drilling faster, grinding my pelvis into her clit. I reached down, picked up my shirt and shoved it into her mouth, “—as I fucking want.”
And then something in me snapped, the need to fuck an orgasm out of her overwhelming, my own orgasm already threatening to spill over. I was a blur of motions, my hips moving faster and deeper than I thought possible, and she climaxed again, clawing at my back, screaming into the cloth, tears streaming down her face, and I came with such ferocity my world went black.
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LUCIA
“Nine minutes left,” I murmured, Cal’s body still on mine, my legs around his waist, arms wrapped around his back. I was stroking his shoulder blades, his lips in my hair.
Everything was bliss.
“Do you think anyone noticed?” He asked.
I laughed. “Noticed a car in the parking lot rocking like two people were fucking the shit out of each other in it? Yes. I do think a few people probably noticed.”
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