Rush

by Gina Gordon

  Holy shit. Abby had just swallowed most of his nine-inch cock.

  Ben was never one to show emotion or be animated during casting, but today he smacked me in the biceps. This girl had our attention.

  “You’re making me feel so good right now. Open wider…” He grabbed the back of her head. “That’s it.”

  Exactly the reason why Lance was my go-to guy for casting calls. He had an uncanny ability to make the girls feel comfortable. To break through their fear and hesitation and help them let go so that I could see their true sexual nature. Although Abby wasn’t hesitating much.

  “Tell me how much you like it.”

  She mumbled around him, doing pretty well for her first time. Saying all the right things you’d want to hear when a girl sucked you off.

  But there was one very important thing I had to verify before I would hire someone. I stood and walked over, looking over Lance’s shoulder to get the POV shot.

  “Look up, sweetheart. Show Max how much you want my cum on your face.”

  She looked up, blue eyes smacking me right in the face. And suddenly, it wasn’t Abby on her knees, it was Everly. Pools of blue swirling back at me, her plain lips sucking on my cock. In the middle of that café.

  When Lance moaned, he knocked me back to reality, and I stepped away. My breath heavy. My blood pumping through my veins at super speed. I staggered to my chair, rubbing the back of my neck. When I settled, I looked over at Ben, who stared at me with confusion.

  In front of us, I heard Lance roar and watched as he pulled out, jerking his shaft, his orgasm exploding all over her mouth and tongue. She scrunched up her eyes and took it all.

  Ben walked over and gave her a towel to wipe her face. But she looked confused. “You don’t want to see me have sex?” She looked over at Lance’s pelvic area thinking that he was burnt-out.

  “Do I look like I’m finished, sweetheart?” Lance stroked his cock. The cock that was still steel-rod straight.

  Her mouth formed into a tight O but was snapped shut when Lance lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He distributed her on the couch and then went to his knees, wasting no time licking a line up her folds. She moaned, grabbing on to the pleather with both hands and lifting herself up, grinding her pelvis into his face.

  “Shit. Shit. He’s good at that.”

  Lance worked her pussy with his mouth and with every lick I watched as her body flushed a little more, how she bit her lip a little harder, how her eyes squeezed tighter.

  “I bet the football players on campus don’t know how to do that,” Ben chuckled beside me.

  “Oh, God.” Her body shivered, an uncontrollable convulsion that had her palm cupping the back of Lance’s head, pressing his face harder against her core.

  He didn’t stop there. Grabbing her hips, he hefted her closer to the edge of the couch and positioned himself between her legs.

  He whacked his cock on her clit a couple of times and she jumped each time, a moan sounding low in her throat.

  Then he pressed the tip at her entrance and slowly, so agonizingly slow, he pushed home. It took a minute for him to make his way inside her body.

  “You’re fucking tight, baby.”

  Finally, he found a rhythm and thrust in steady pumps. She engulfed him, her pussy almost swallowing him whole.

  She encouraged him with whispered words, genuine, not over-the-top dialogue you’d expect from porn, but real. Like she could be anyone’s girlfriend. Which was exactly what I was looking for.

  Ben was fidgety in his seat and I saw him fiddle with the crotch of his pants. This girl was a find. A rare find, and I knew it. But unlike Ben, she didn’t do it for me sexually. She appealed to my brain. To the zeros I saw added to our bottom line, because men would jerk off to her masturbation videos, letting those innocent eyes connect with theirs through the computer screen. As for my cock, it was as soft as a ballpark pretzel. I had watched so much sex, studied it, planned it, and choreographed it, I was desensitized. Now, that didn’t mean I was a monk, never giving in to desire, but my hard-ons were few and far between.

  At least until Everly walked into my life. But I didn’t need her here, in this room, while I was watching another woman get fucked.

  When they were done, I directed Abby to the washroom in the corner of the boardroom so she could clean up and get dressed. She looked at Lance with satisfaction and awe in her eyes before she left. Lance usually had that effect on his co-stars.

  Before he left the room, Lance gestured with his thumb toward the door. “That one’s a natural for Gag Whores.” One of our other popular serials that featured rough blow jobs. Then he left, his hand on his cock, most likely looking for his next mouth.

  Ben looked over at me with one eyebrow quirked. “What is up with you today?”

  I hung my head. “I have no idea. Just not feeling myself.” Feeling horny as hell, was more like it. “What do you think of her?” I crooked my thumb toward the bathroom door.

  “I can’t wait to get her on film.”

  Abby emerged, her clothes back in place. I stood from my seat and approached, holding out my hand.

  “I’m not going to beat around the bush. You’re exactly what I’m looking for.”

  Her eyes lit up. “Thank you so much.”

  “My assistant will be in touch.”

  She nodded and walked out the door.

  Five more actresses and Ben and I were finally through. With the exception of Abby, not one auditioner caught my interest. One even called me an asshole. It was the sixth time I’d turned her down for a job. It wasn’t the first time I’d been called an asshole. It definitely wouldn’t be the last. I usually let it roll off my back. But today, for some reason, it mattered.

  I walked into my office and sat at my desk, my mind a million miles away from White Lace Productions.

  Tonight was the charity gala. I didn’t want to go. More importantly, I didn’t want to go alone. I glanced at my tux, which hung on the coatrack in the corner. I’d have to get all spiffed up. Speaking of spiffed up, what if Everly got spiffed up? What if I arranged to glam her up? She’d definitely be the center of attention at the gala. Her beauty would get people to take notice, but walking in with me, that would just seal the deal.

  I picked up my phone and buzzed Barbara. “Is there enough time to buy a dress and have it delivered before six?” The event was black tie. Although I was sure Everly had something in her closet she could wear, I liked the idea of buying her something new, making her feel special for the night. But I needed reinforcements.

  I scrolled through my phone and dialed Jade.

  “Mr. Levin, I thought Ben mentioned that I changed my mind about—”

  Ben had taken care of the auditions for Stella and Jade. I just didn’t feel comfortable now that I was spending all this time with Everly.

  “He did. That’s actually not why I’m calling.”

  I needed to see Everly. More importantly, now that I knew what she sounded like lost in an orgasm, I wanted to hear it again.

  Preferably with her mouth pressed against my ear as she rode my cock.

  Chapter 10

  Everly

  The sound of my professor’s voice from the front of the class was lulling me to sleep. I was dead tired, and once again, I couldn’t blame it on studying all night.

  I couldn’t make sense of anything that was coming from my prof’s mouth. I watched his image, but all I saw was Max. All I heard was his voice in my head. Felt his hands on my body. His lips on mine.

  Heat flushed across my skin and I sunk deeper into my seat. The theater-style classroom was a welcome benefit today. No one knew I squeezed my thighs together in need. No one knew I was picturing Max’s lips on certain places of my body that weren’t suitable for public discussion.

  The fact that he elicited a physical reaction when he wasn’t even near, well, I just didn’t know what to do with that.

  “Thinking about me?”

  I whirl
ed around, and speak of the devil, here he was. Beautiful and sexy. No one had ever made a classroom chair look so good.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered.

  He had offered to help me complete the list, even managed to check off three items in three days. But something still nagged at me that I was fooling myself. That a man like Max could never want to spend time with a girl like me.

  “How did you even find me?”

  “Jade might have mentioned where you were.” He leaned forward, his spicy cologne engulfing me, scrambling my brain cells. “I went to the admissions office. I can be pretty persuasive when I want to be.” He winked.

  I had no doubt. That one-million-kilowatt smile and forbidden charm was too much for any woman to deny. Unfortunately, I was learning that the hard way. Last night, I had been just like the rest. I had handed over my panties, all size medium of my sensible cotton thong, and let him claim them.

  “I thought we weren’t meeting until four-thirty?”

  Someone shushed us from farther down the row. I looked back at him and pressed one finger to my lips. He held up his hands in defeat and sat back.

  “I have to listen.” The exam for this class was in less than a month.

  I turned back to face the front of the classroom. Although I couldn’t concentrate knowing Max was behind me. I felt him. His larger-than-life presence. His sexiness. All billowed behind me.

  I felt a tap on my shoulder and a piece of paper was thrust in front of me.

  I grabbed it from his large hand and opened it. Scrawled across the page in blue pen was:

  I want you

  I sucked in a hard breath. Immediately my nipples pebbled. I clutched the paper against my chest, doing my best to hide the evidence of dirty talk.

  I had sunk even lower in my seat. I didn’t think that was possible, but I was putting contortionists to shame right now. I could simply ignore him. That’s the only thing I could do.

  Less than a minute after I’d turned my attention back to the front of the class I felt another tap. I could just shove away his hand and not read his note, but I didn’t want to.

  I grasped the paper and opened it.

  Watching you concentrate is hot

  I stifled a giggle. I was giggling. This was so weird. The girl sitting three seats away from me was eying Max then looked over at me with a dirty look. I don’t think I’d ever get used to women looking at me like I was inferior. That the very fact I was talking to Max was a cardinal sin.

  Just wait until people find out you let him shove his hand down your pants.

  I dropped my forehead to my palm.

  I’d never participated in dirty talk. Although it wasn’t an item on my list, who said I couldn’t add new experiences of my own. Having Max talk dirty to me was at the top of that list.

  I picked up my pen and replied back.

  I’m listening

  I heard him chuckle behind me. If I didn’t entice him enough to have sex with me at least I could make him laugh.

  My prof droned on, and I chewed on the tip of my pen, doing my best to pretend I was listening, because pretending was all I could do.

  Another tap and I didn’t hesitate taking the paper from his hand.

  I wish my dick was that pen

  I quickly refolded the paper and flattened it on my notebook.

  He had promised he didn’t expect anything from me. I knew that if I really wanted to, I could discourage this behavior and be done with it. Making it clear there wouldn’t be anything sexual between us, but that wasn’t really what I wanted.

  It felt damn good to have a hot man interested in me. Although his motives were still unclear. I knew he didn’t have to write dirty notes in order to get women to spread their legs. He could have any vagina he wanted, whenever he wanted. So why was he working so hard to get mine?

  Did it matter?

  This wasn’t about true love. This was about pleasure. Something I knew Max was well versed in.

  Another tap on my shoulder. Another piece of paper in my face.

  I’ve been thinking about my cock in your mouth all day

  Was it hot in here? I took off my sweater even though I only wore a tank top underneath. I didn’t care. Heat made its way up my neck to my cheeks.

  I turned around to face him, and didn’t fail to notice that his eyes fell to my cleavage the moment I did so. This time, his blatant ogling didn’t disgust me. This time, I wanted his eyes on every part of me.

  When he finally looked up, we gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments and my heart was about to pound out of my chest. My throat was dry, my legs were squeezed so tightly I knew I’d be sore tomorrow.

  Our interactions were based on a weird business deal, but he was making it difficult to keep our relationship all business, and no pleasure.

  He held out his hand, a folded piece of paper sat between his fingers. I gently took it and turned back to face the front of the classroom.

  But the words on the paper weren’t the ones I was expecting.

  There’s a package waiting for you at home. I’ll pick you up at seven.

  He was already gone when I turned around again, but the air was still ripe with his scent. That spicy cologne I had hated at first, but had come to crave on my skin.

  I assumed training was off for today. Which was fine with me. I was getting better, but not good enough that running was pain-free.

  I’d never been a fan of surprises. I hated them, actually. So it shocked the hell out of me when I found myself giddy with excitement at the thought of Max surprising me, again. If his surprise tonight included orgasms, who was I to turn him down?

  Chapter 11

  Max

  For the first time in five years, I felt calm walking into the charity gala.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because I wasn’t alone, or maybe it was because of the warm grasp Everly had on my biceps.

  This year, instead of the oversized generic venues they usually rented, the shelter hosted the gala in the Harbour Suite at the Westin Harbour Castle. It was an expansive hotel suite, at least two thousand square feet, but still small enough to ensure that everyone noticed you.

  Just perfect.

  It was hard enough to escape the stares in an oversized event space.

  I presented my tickets to the clerk just outside the doors.

  Before we walked into the room, Everly pulled me off to the side. Nervousness darkened her eyes.

  “How do I look?”

  The dress I’d sent over fit perfectly. It looked perfect. She was perfect. And all mine. At least for tonight. The black, satin fabric hugged her minimal curves, and the material of the plunging neckline gathered in the hollow of her breasts. She’d elevated the dress to epic proportions with bloodred heels and sparkly earrings. Jade had done an outstanding job getting her ready.

  “Stunning.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple, careful not to ruin any time she had spent putting on her face. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the room.”

  She huffed. “We haven’t even walked in yet.”

  “I don’t have to.”

  Her eyes softened and her shoulders dropped. I hadn’t noticed she was so nervous. She had no reason to be. On the other side of those doors was very much her world. Prestige and stature. Prominence and dedication. No matter how hard I tried to fit in, I never would. No matter how hard I worked, no matter how much I sacrificed, it would never be good enough, because I worked in porn. I’d learned that early on. Maybe that’s why I didn’t try so hard. My efforts would be futile.

  Or maybe I was lazy and overprivileged. Not like Everly. She came from privilege, but she still worked hard. Although I had a sneaking suspicion that her efforts were even more futile than mine.

  With my hand at the small of her back, I guided her through the doors into the lion’s den.

  I’d been to the hotel before. My mother had taken me here when I was younger while she filmed one of her titles. I played
videogames during the day while she worked and at night she took me out for hamburgers and ice-cream sundaes. Although it felt like a million years ago, the building was eerily familiar because it reminded me of my mother—of the woman I missed every day since she’d left me.

  The suite was already flooded with guests, all with drinks in their hand. From the tension rumbling in my stomach, I knew I needed one, too.

  I always got a weird vibe I just couldn’t put my finger on whenever I was at one of these parties. There was a mixture of decent human beings my mother had worked with and new individuals who felt it was appropriate to belittle the way my family made their money.

  Like clockwork, the moment we stepped up from the sunken foyer, all eyes were on us. Some woman in the corner even covered her mouth and murmured something to the man next to her. They could at least pretend like they weren’t talking about me. Sometimes I felt like shouting out. Presenting myself in a manner befitting a porn king. But then I remembered my mother and the fact that she probably put up with much worse.

  Everly’s fingers squeezed mine. “Everyone is staring,” she whispered through a fake smile.

  I leaned over, keeping my attention focused on the rest of the room. “How does it feel to be the center of attention?”

  A moment of awe passed over her face then a smile spread from ear to ear. She pulled her shoulders back and let the guests have their fun.

  I spotted the bar in the corner. I gripped her hand, probably squeezing her fingers a little tighter than I should have, and pulled her along. I ordered us two glasses of champagne while admiring the spectacular view of Lake Ontario in front of me.

  She leaned with her back against the bar, taking in her surroundings, and immediately took a sip. Maybe I wasn’t the only nervous one. Maybe she was just as nervous in these situations.

  “This is nice and all, and believe me, I love this dress and having an opportunity to wear it, but…”

  There were those thoughts again.