Caught on Camera: Part Three

by Lily Harlem

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Caught on Camera: Part Three

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-386-0

  ©Copyright Lily Harlem 2015

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2015

  Edited by Rebecca Douglas

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

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  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2015 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Melting and a Sexometer of 3.

  CAUGHT ON CAMERA: PART THREE

  Lily Harlem

  Part three in the Caught on Camera serial

  Reece Carter had never set his sights on porn stardom before, but it seems now that’s exactly where he’s heading, as well as Las Vegas.

  With the next scene of Slippery Slots about to be filmed, Reece can’t help but feel anxious. Now in Las Vegas and with The Strip his new playground, thoughts of the hung-like-a-donkey cowboy about to join the action are never far away.

  Just as well he has Cade to distract him. Sexy, giving, beautiful Cade who somehow ‘gets’ what Reece is worrying about and smoothes out the wrinkles, as well as filling him with confidence.

  As it turns out, there’s no need for worry and with every move, kiss and lick caught on camera, the ménage a trois scene starring Grayson from Texas kicks off in spectacular style.

  With two sexy men attending his every need, Reece knows he has the best job on Earth and he’s getting paid handsomely for it. Wow, he hit the jackpot big time when he met Cade, and now all of his hot-spots are being hit with the same blissfully satisfying intensity.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  The Luxor: MGM Resorts International

  The Bellagio: MGM Resorts International

  Paris Hotel: Paris Las Vegas, Caesars Entertainment Corporation

  Excalibur Hotel: MGM Resorts International

  Stetson: John B. Stetson Company

  Chapter Twelve

  Reece had never been over the Atlantic Ocean before so Cade, who had once, let him sit by the window.

  He was amazed at the cold expanses of snow as they traveled high over Greenland and Canada, then excited to see icebergs floating in the dark water. They looked tiny from thirty-five thousand feet in the air but he knew they must be enormous to be visible from such a height.

  Across the aisle, Donna and Jack were plugged into their personal screens, and Cade was sleeping next to him with his headphones on. The movie Cade had been watching finished ages ago and it was just a blank screen. Reece didn’t bother to turn it off or adjust it. The rest would do Cade good, because they’d been on the go non-stop since yesterday.

  It had been a whirlwind of packing and shutting up his flat after filming the first scene of Slippery Slots. He’d signed a contract—agreeing to star in the entire movie in return for ten thousand pounds and all expenses paid.

  All expenses paid. Reece had never had all expenses paid before, not even a free lunch. He couldn’t quite believe he was on his way to Las Vegas and the plane ticket hadn’t cost him a penny. He usually budgeted all year for a fortnight in Magaluf with his mates.

  “Would you like another drink, sir?”

  Reece looked up at the air stewardess. “Er, yes please—a beer if you have one.”

  “Certainly. And your friend?”

  Reece looked at Cade, who was now not just his friend but Reece’s lover and co-star. “No, leave him sleeping.”

  She nodded and passed him a can of beer and a plastic glass.

  Reece popped the pull, poured then looked at Cade. He was so damn handsome in a dark, brooding, sexy-as-fuck way. Yet Reece knew that he could turn on the charm, be teasing and cocky and also serious and organized. There was something about Cade that made Reece feel warm inside—like he really wasn’t alone for the first time in what felt like forever.

  He studied the way Cade’s stubble—trimmed and neat—coated his top lip, was carefully sculpted around his jaw then faded down his throat. It was neater now than on that first day he’d met him in the Henley-Smythe’s garden and they’d shagged in the light of day. Scrubbing up and a bit of personal grooming had been required for the porn movie they were the new lead actors of and there was no doubt about it… Cade scrubbed up well.

  Reece sipped on his beer then reached for the Slippery Slots script from the front pocket of his backpack. He opened it up and hoped the person behind wouldn’t read between the gap in the seats. If they did, they were likely in for a shock, unless of course gay porn was their thing.

  He’d had time to flick through the next dozen pages of the script, but not really any chance to study it or learn his lines. He zipped past the first big scene. They’d done that in England. Reece smiled. It had been fun. Champagne, strawberries, blow jobs and fucking on a bed of black silk sheets and red rose petals. He’d been given permission to ad lib if necessary and, even though it was his first time knowingly performing on film, he’d taken that a step further and switched himself to top when it had come to the grand finale.

  He snuck another look at Cade.

  His head had rolled to the left a little, so Reece shifted his pillow so he wouldn’t get a crick in his neck. He looked so relaxed now, not like when Reece had said, “Turn your cute arse around and let me get you ready.” No, then Cade’s mouth had dropped open and surprise had crossed his eyes. But he’d done it, despite it being in the script that Reece get fucked. Cade had done as Reece had asked and let him at his sexy arse.

  And damn, it had been good. Just like when Cade had shoved his cock in Reece’s hole the day before, the orgasm had been spectacular. With the camera there, too, catching all the deliciously carnal details, Reece was actually looking forward to seeing the film and watching himself in action. He’d also be able to see more of Cade—since he’d been behind him, thrusting, pounding, building them both up to climax—because the camera had zoomed in and around Cade, catching his expressions, as well as the moment he’d spunked onto the bed.

  Reece shifted on the airplane seat—his cock stiffening in his jeans. He shook his head. Damn, since meeting Cade he’d become sex-obsessed, but at least that mad
e up for the dry spell he’d endured. When he thought about it now, he realized he hadn’t known just how much he’d missed it. Being hurt by Matthew had sent him into self-inflicted celibacy for too long.

  He flicked forward to the next scene in the script. It was set in a hotel room in Vegas, The Luxor, and started off with dialog about a threesome fantasy, which included a new character called Grayson, played by Bret Hadden.

  Reece continued to read, hardly taking any notice of the lines he was supposed to be learning, just utterly and completely caught up in the steamy scene. Clothes were ripped off, cocks were hard and everyone was having a great time.

  When he reached the end of the scene, Reece quickly shut the script and tucked it away. He looked out of the window again at a whisper of clouds just beneath the plane. Jesus, he was going to be part of that scene soon, doing those things with not just Cade but Bret too. He had to. He’d signed up for it.

  He’d signed up for a ménage a trois.

  He couldn’t deny it wasn’t something he hadn’t daydreamed about in the past, even wanked off to on occasion—just thinking about having two cocks to pleasure him—in his arse, his mouth, his hands full. What about seeing Cade get fucked while he shoved his cock into Cade’s mouth and felt all the vibrations of his pleasure around his shaft? Damn, that would be hot.

  Desire washed through him again, stiffening his already interested cock a little more. He reached for the standard issue airline blanket and covered his lap.

  “What’s up?” Cade asked quietly.

  Reece looked at him. “You’re awake.”

  “Yeah, needed that kip though.” He removed his headphones.

  “Your movie finished.”

  “Yeah, it was crap.” Cade reached for Reece’s beer and took a mouthful. “You look flushed, Reece. What are you thinking about?”

  “I was reading the script.”

  “Oh yeah.” One side of Cade’s mouth tipped into a smile. “And do you like what we’ve got in store for us next?”

  “Who is this Bret Hadden guy who plays Grayson? Someone you know?”

  “Yeah, a bloke I was in Spain with on shoot. He’s nice, a real pro, and hung like a fucking donkey.”

  “Okay.”

  “And without lube, you’d be torn in two.”

  “Good to know.” Reece tried not to look panicked. This was a guy who was going to fuck him. He liked a big cock as much as the next bloke, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a hung-like-a-donkey-porn-star shoving into him. He’d only been in the adult movie industry a day.

  “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be next to you, holding your hand,” Cade said.

  “You mean next to me with your dick in my mouth,” Reece said, indicating the script that he’d slotted away.

  “Yeah, that too.” Cade leaned across and touched his lips to Reece’s cheek. “I promise it will be fine. More than fine. We’ll have a fucking amazing time with Bret.”

  “I hope so.”

  Cade waggled his eyebrows. “Reece, you have a hard-on just thinking about a threesome… Imagine the real thing? It will blow your mind.”

  * * * *

  “Wow.” Reece stopped just inside the doorway of their hotel room and dropped his bag to the floor. “There must be some fucking mistake.”

  “No mistake,” Cade said, flicking the porter ten dollars. “Thanks, mate.”

  The porter nodded then left them alone, shutting the door behind him.

  “This is what Tom pays for, the room—which, of course, is also the set—so he doesn’t mind spending the money on it. And there’s no point us having a separate room, is there? Might as well make the most of being the stars and enjoying the privilege that comes with it.” He strolled to the black windows that slanted into the room. “And that’s living in the lap of luxury for a week.”

  The Luxor was a pyramid-shaped building meaning all the rooms’ windows were at an angle, but it didn’t detract from the opulence of the place. It was decorated in gold and black with a red carpet and red accessories, including an enormous scattering of cushions on the bed. A huge picture of a blackjack table hung over a cabinet set with fresh flowers and a bowl of fruit.

  “Fuck, it has another room through here,” Reece said, wandering into what appeared to be a lounge, complete with fully stocked bar area in the corner.

  “Cool,” Cade said, running his hand over the back of a plush velvet chair then following Reece.

  “It’s more than cool. This is the poshest place I’ve ever been in.” Reece gawped around.

  Cade walked up to him and pulled him close. “Get used to it, sexy, ’cause you’re a star. This is how stars live.”

  Reece smiled and kissed him.

  Reece still couldn’t get used to the fact that Cade was his to kiss. It all felt so natural, like it was meant to be. As for being a star, that would take a bit of getting used to, but he’d cope if it meant he got to hang out here—for free.

  “You know that stiffy you had halfway across the Atlantic?” Cade murmured.

  “Yeah?” Reece said.

  “Still got it?”

  “I reckon.”

  “Want to do something about it?”

  “Well, we could just call it rehearsing.”

  Cade tipped his head back and laughed. “Fuck, I got lucky when you wandered in to the Henley-Smythes’.”

  “And don’t you know it.” Reece grinned too.

  “Let’s explore,” Cade said. “There’s bound to be a shower around here somewhere and I don’t know about you, but I’m still grimy from packing in Wiltshire and ready to wash that dirt away.”

  Reece was happy to follow Cade toward another doorway that did indeed lead into a bathroom.

  But it wasn’t any old bathroom. It was a lavish en suite with golden taps, a roll-top bath on golden legs and a massive walk-in shower with huge golden shower sprays that were set into the walls, as well as overhead.

  “Well it’s a bit shabby, but it’ll do,” Reece said, squeezing Cade’s hand.

  Cade grinned and glanced around the top of the room.

  “What are you doing?” Reece asked.

  “Just checking for cameras.”

  “What?” Reece mimicked him, scanning the corners of the room. “You really think he would?”

  “Nah, not really, but doesn’t hurt to check.”

  “What, like I should have in the garden that time?”

  Cade pulled him close. “You complaining?”

  “Well, now the shock of unwittingly being filmed getting fucked senseless has died down, I guess not.”

  “You loved it.”

  Reece shrugged. He had loved their first-time movie it was true, but he couldn’t deny being filmed without knowing that was the case was still a bit of a sore subject.

  “It’s fine in here,” Cade said. “Come on. Let’s get soaped up.”

  “I think it’s going to get dirty, this getting clean business.”

  “Oh yeah.” Cade released Reece’s hand, yanked off his boots then started to peel off the jeans and sweater he’d traveled in. “You can count on that.”

  Reece toed off his shoes, then tossed his jeans and boxers onto an ornate-backed burgundy chair before adding his navy polo to the pile.

  Reece’s cock was hard. It wasn’t from memories of the script or from what he and Cade had done before. He was hard for now—this—a wonderful moment that really was just the two of them.

  No audience, no cameras and no hidden agenda. This would just be about pleasure.

  Pure pleasure.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reece stepped into the large shower cubicle. Cade had already turned on the water and it fell down like he imagined it would in the rainforest. Hard, long shots of water that came in streams from above and beat against his shoulders.

  Cade looked amazing—big and dark and wet. His body hair hugged his torso and the streams of water ran down him in rivulets, carving around his honed muscles then down to his erect
cock.

  “Damn, you’re hot,” Reece said, reaching for the soap. “And filthy too.”

  Cade smiled. “So soap me up.”

  Reece rubbed his hands together and created a lather. “I’ll soap you up, but being clean? I reckon that’s a lost cause.” He placed his hands on Cade’s chest and rubbed the soap around. It was a moment of bliss and something he’d never dreamed he’d actually get the chance to do when he’d admired Cade from an upstairs window a few days ago.

  “I like your hands on me,” Cade said, looking into Reece’s eyes.

  “I like having my hands on you.” Reece dipped his fingers lower and watched as the frothy bubbles tangled in Cade’s belly hair then caught in his thick pubes.

  “Mmm,” Cade said, closing his eyes and tipping his face up to the water.

  Reece took Cade’s cock in his hand and gave him a firm rub from root to tip.

  Cade reached out and pressed his hands on the glass surrounding the shower. “Ah fuck, yeah…”

  Reece smiled and settled his mouth on Cade’s stretched neck. The stubble scratched his lips and dragged against the tip of his nose. “Keep still,” he murmured. “Let me adore you.”

  Cade stiffened in his hand as more blood bloated his erection.

  Reece set up a steady rhythm, unhurried but firm. He kissed and licked Cade’s neck, the hollow of his throat then over his collarbone. The water seeped into his mouth as he pushed his tongue out. On and on he went, until Cade was solid and hot and trembling.

  Cade moaned and his hips jerked. “I’m not going to last long.”

  “Come whenever you want to,” Reece said. “We have all night if you want to delay or if you can’t, then spurt right now.”

  “Oh, God,” Cade said, opening his eyes. “I can’t wait any longer, your hand on me…” He looked down, his eyes heavy, drugged almost. “You’re so… We’re so…”