Rush

by Gina Gordon

  He pulled back, giving me one hard thrust, his pelvis scraping against my clit, pushing me up the bed.

  When I moaned, he did it again.

  “That’s it, sweetheart.” He picked up the pace, the softness in his eyes disappearing behind a shadow of something dark—animalistic. “Let me hear those sexy noises you make when you’re turned on.”

  Like a man possessed, Max picked up the pace, giving me exactly what I wanted, but so far from what I needed.

  I gripped his biceps, then ran my hands along the ripple of muscle on his abdomen, letting him take me. Beautiful. Smooth. Rhythmic.

  He lowered to his forearms, enveloping and invading my body all at once. Quaking beneath him, I hugged him tighter, my legs trapping him against my body.

  I wanted him to feel me, every part of me, when I came. And I was close. The steady thrusts and friction from his pelvis rubbing against my clit had my orgasm coiled inside me, ready to burst.

  But then I felt him shudder, and he slowed his pace. This was not what I’d expected. I’d expected hard thrusts, sweat, and maybe even a spank. Not this. Not the look of pleasure and pain that alternated on his face as he was buried inside me.

  And I knew exactly how he felt. Overwhelmed. Unglued.

  I reached up and cupped the sides of his cheeks. I turned his head, coaxing him to look at me. “I’m so glad I gave you the time of day.”

  There were too many feelings to explain, too many sights and sounds, all of them new, to even begin to explain what was going on in my head and to my body. But I wanted him to see it all. To feel it all—every zing of pleasure and shiver of satisfaction.

  The Max I had come to care for came back to me, his sinful smile lighting up my bedroom.

  His breath warmed the side of my neck, and he whispered against my ear, “I’m so glad I let you.”

  It was the implication of his words that caused my orgasm to rupture, ripple outward from my pelvis, through each limb, until my pleasure radiated along my skin. It was so intense, so explosive that I was sure any spectators would have needed ultraviolet sunglasses to protect them from the force of my orgasm.

  He followed soon after with a groan, then slumped beside me, pulling me into his body, cradling my back with his front.

  We panted, our breathing eventually syncing, as he settled behind me, alternating between whispering kind and dirty words in my ear.

  I was completely satisfied. I was orgasmic and glowy. But we hadn’t fucked. Not that I’d know what that was since I’d never been fucked before. Although I’d never had sex like this before either. This was something more. Something deep and emotional and unlike anything I’d expected with Max.

  It was slow and sweet and sexy. He had all of my nerve endings on high alert, ready to explode at any moment.

  It was hands-down the best sex I’d ever had. And probably the most boring for Max—missionary, on a bed, with a condom.

  Instead of reveling in the best sex of my life, an unfamiliar sensation washed over me. I couldn’t help the feeling of inadequacy that tore through me. I was in the top five percent of my law class, graduated with honors from both high school and soon law school, competed for and won the articling position at one of the top law firms in the city, and I had a successful law career ahead of me. When I set out to do something, I wanted to be the best. And in my experience, I always was.

  Except right now, as this feeling burrowed its way inside my gut. When it came to Max Levin, maybe all I’ll ever be is second best.

  Chapter 21

  Max

  “It looks just like I imagined.”

  Everly walked ahead of me into the casting room, taking in the gray paint, boardroom-style table, and pleather couch.

  Women and men lined up by the hundreds to get a seat on this couch, and I turned down eighty percent of them. Not everyone had what it took to make it in the adult film business.

  I had brought Everly to work with me because I didn’t want to spend time apart. A shocking revelation considering we were only supposed to be doing things that knocked items off her list.

  I had played hooky long enough and I needed to buckle down and do my job. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t come with me. I had the perfect space for her to crack open her textbooks or laptop or whatever she needed to study. I just wanted to be near her, smell her, admire her.

  What the hell has gotten into you?

  “Do you film your casting interviews?”

  I shook my head. “No. I don’t have to run my decisions by anyone else, so, no. It’s not necessary. I know usually within the first five minutes whether they have potential.”

  She looked over her shoulder and flashed me a sweet smile. “Pretty confident in your skills.”

  I shined my nails on my collar. “It’s a gift.”

  She slowly sank down onto the couch, letting her hands glide against the pleather.

  “Don’t worry, we wipe it down after every audition.”

  She made a disgusted face and jerked her hands back to her body.

  I laughed, but was also glad she didn’t ask me any further questions.

  “Shall I escort you to where the big decisions are made?”

  She cocked her head. “The bathroom?”

  “My office, jokester.” I laughed. “Let’s go.”

  Ten minutes later, I was hard at work at my desk and Everly was curled up on the couch in the corner. She looked so tiny, scrunched up with her legs curled under her body. She didn’t seem as distracted as I felt, or at least I didn’t catch it. From the moment I sat down I couldn’t tear my eyes off her. Which wasn’t conducive to getting anything done. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

  By sheer force of will, I had managed to get through next month’s production schedule and I was on to my next task—watching six final cuts. I had the final approval of all product put up on our website. Although Ben was so good at his job, I hadn’t vetoed one of his films in the last four years.

  I pulled out my earbuds and plugged them into my desktop. I didn’t want the excessive moaning and groaning interrupting her concentration.

  I scrolled through my email, looking for Ben’s name. He’d always send the final list of cuts and their numbers so I could find them on the company-shared drive. With every file number, he included a caption that never failed to make me laugh.

  The first cut I watched was a bondage scene that Ben captioned: the sex scene of champions. It was a good thing Avery Mills—the actress—was blond, it made it harder to picture Everly hogtied with electrical wire. Not that I was into that shit.

  The second cut was part of our DILF line and was captioned: I zoomed in extra close. You could pick this guy’s dick out of a lineup.

  I couldn’t contain my amusement on that one and Everly looked up from her textbook. I pulled one earbud out and said, “Listening to music.”

  She shrugged and went right back to work.

  This video was less forgiving. The cute college babysitter had a similar look to Everly and with every swipe of Iris’s tongue on Cannon’s cock, I felt it on my own.

  What the fuck was wrong with me? With my cock? I looked down at my crotch.

  We’re not a teenager anymore, asshole. Get yourself together.

  For the first time in a long time, I was actually turned on by the content. I shifted in my seat, pulling at the crotch of my dress pants. If Everly looked closely enough she’d be able to see that I had a hard-on.

  Concentrate. You can do this. It’s only four more cuts.

  Four more and I’d probably come in my pants.

  The more I watched, the more I fantasized and replayed the night before. It was the most vanilla sex I’d ever had. She had been so sweet. So innocent. But there was an edge to her. Since the beginning, every time we had been together in that way, that edge appeared. Each time lasting a little longer than the last. I never knew when it was going to appear. It excited me. I was going to make it my mission to bring it out permanently. The
re was no reason for her to be shy in bed. Especially with me. I’d seen some crazy—and sick—shit in my life. Anything Everly was going to throw at me would be a walk in the park.

  I had managed to get in two more cuts before I was interrupted by Everly’s waving arms. She was trying to get my attention.

  I stopped the cut mid-fuck, giving myself an excellent still of a cock ramming into an ass.

  “Do you have the Wi-Fi password?”

  I leaned back in my chair and quirked one eyebrow at her. “You’re supposed to be studying.” She had promised she wouldn’t get distracted.

  “I am,” she whined. “I just have to Google something.”

  “I’m not giving you a free-for-all pass to get distracted.” I eyed her with disbelief. “How about you use my computer. I have to do a couple things anyway.”

  She smiled and closed her textbook. This might work to my advantage. I purposely left three of the video files open, hoping she’d close the browser and stumble upon them. I’d strategically chosen three different fantasies. Voyeurism. Bondage. DILF. Not that I’d get an old guy to come and fuck her if she wanted it, but I had no problem letting her call me Daddy if need be.

  I clicked open Safari and gestured for her to take my seat. When I walked out of my office, Barb was there, just hanging up the phone.

  “Casey’s ready to cross over.”

  “No kidding.” Casey Cross was another one of our top earners and she’d spent the last three years doing exclusive girl-on-girl scenes. Now she wanted to cross over, which meant she wanted some dick. This was going to be a major moneymaker.

  “What made her change her mind?”

  It’s not like she’d make more money. Straight sex scenes paid less than same-sex scenes, unless she planned on playing with multiple dicks.

  “No idea.” Barb tidied up her desk. “But I’m not questioning it.”

  I would keep this in the back of my mind. I needed to find the perfect male to usher Casey into the world of penis. Not to mention find the perfect marketing strategy to make this a huge seller.

  I wasted some time in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and sifting through the newspaper someone had left on the table.

  Next, I stopped by the casting room and slipped a couple of condoms into my pocket, just as Ben walked in.

  “You’ll never believe the conversation I just had.”

  He walked toward me and held out his fist. I bumped it with my own.

  “I just spent twenty minutes on the phone with Dane, who complained about Rayna’s…” His face scrunched up and he shook his head. “Her…hygiene. Apparently, she needs to take better care of the downstairs area.”

  “Glad you’re dealing with that one. I, on the other hand, have to follow up on Chloe’s male masturbator. She thinks it’s someone else’s vagina.”

  Ben bent over in laughter. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the story or the simple fact that we had these crazy conversations. My life was surreal. One fucking cliché and punked moment after the next.

  We shot the shit for a few minutes more, then I excused myself to return to Everly. By now she had to have stumbled onto one of the videos. If my plan worked, I’d be sinking into that sweet pussy in the next five minutes.

  Just as I’d suspected, Everly was staring at the screen with wide eyes, my earbuds in her ears. Her hand absentmindedly caressed her left breast and her other hand was stuck between her legs as they squeezed tight around it.

  When she noticed me, she whipped out the earbuds and lowered her gaze, giving me a coy smile. “I thought you were listening to music.”

  “Technically there’s music in the background.” I closed the door behind me and locked it. “Do you like what you see?”

  “I…” She swallowed hard. “I…think…I…”

  To my surprise, her response had nothing to do with arousal.

  With a slump to her shoulders, she frowned. “Watching these just reminds me how inexperienced I am.”

  She was thinking again. Always thinking. I was going to have to do something to break her of that habit.

  I walked over and rested my ass on my desk. Reaching out, I swiped her hair over her shoulder then cupped her chin, demanding her full attention.

  “Sometimes little experience makes for the most explosive sex scenes.” It wasn’t a load of shit. I’d always found it to be the truth. “They’re honest, real, enlightening.”

  “I’m sure some of the Greek philosophers would argue with your definition of enlightening.”

  That may be, but it didn’t make it any less true.

  “Ever see a really good sex scene?”

  She shook her head.

  I leaned in, getting closer. I wanted her to hear every word, feel every syllable as it washed over her pretty face.

  “A good sex scene can make you forget everything around you.” I let go of her chin and glided my index finger down the hollow of her neck, to her chest. “It can pull you in so deep, you feel every kiss and every stroke.” My voice had taken on a seductive tone. “There are times when two people are so in sync, they just let go.”

  There had been a handful of times when I’d witnessed it in action. Chemistry between actors was important, but sometimes, when the chemistry, the mood, the lighting, the energy meshed together in the perfect way, it could be explosive.

  “Maybe I’ll have to show you sometime.”

  If I could get her to a shoot…Maybe that’s all she needed to give in to pleasure, to lose control. Another item on the list. Something to think about, but for now…

  “Tell me what you liked.” I gestured to the screen.

  She thought about it, her pink tongue slipping out.

  Maybe she needed a reminder. I pulled the earbuds from the computer to restore full sound and played the DILF video; moaning filled the space around us.

  “What do you like?” she countered. She was always surprising me. Just when I thought I had the upper hand, she changed the game.

  “I like you.”

  “But—”

  I placed my finger against her lips. “Tell me. Maybe I’ll make it come true.”

  Her eyes burned hot desire as she let out a long breath.

  “I…I like the way he eats her pussy.”

  Well, I could do that.

  I grazed my finger around her nipple, it had hardened as soon the video played. But why? My mind suddenly filled with illogical rationales of her preferences. Did she want an older man to eat her pussy? Was I not satisfying her? I could play the game. I could be anyone she wanted me to be. In a desperate attempt satisfying her needs, I whispered, “Do you want me to be your daddy?”

  After a heart-wrenching moment of silence, she snorted. “Could you be more cliché?” She continued to laugh, her shoulders doing a cute little shake with every giggle.

  I shrugged. “I come by it honestly.”

  Even Everly saw the hilarity of my life. How everything was embedded in fake pornisms. The more I noticed it, the more I wanted out, and the more guilt tightened my chest.

  “I don’t want anyone to be my daddy.” She slipped her hands over my shoulders and pulled me down until our noses almost touched. “But I do want to know what it’s like to film a scene.”

  “Then your wish is my command.”

  I would do anything for this girl because the rush of bringing her such raw pleasure was enough to please me.

  “I could get used to this.” Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Having you make all of my wishes come true.”

  So could I.

  Chapter 22

  Everly

  It had been a while since we’d checked an item off my bucket list, except me adding sex—but that didn’t really count, did it?

  When Max called this morning and asked if I was free, I jumped at the chance to spend time with him. Check on the list or not.

  I was pretty sure I was walking around with sex glow. Even though we’d only done it once and it had ha
ppened two days ago, I still felt it, felt him, inside my body. I didn’t know what to do about it. I was addicted. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t read. I couldn’t write. I couldn’t even daydream without him being the leading actor in my fantasies.

  He had overtaken my entire being…and I fucking loved every minute of it.

  We parked in the visitor section of an underground parking lot of a condo building downtown.

  I had no idea what we were doing here, but I hoped it had something to do with a bed. And nakedness. And orgasms. Well, just orgasms, really. I could get accustomed to daily eruptions of pleasure. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when our little business deal was done.

  We rode the elevator to the thirty-third floor, and with his hand at the small of my back, he guided me down the hall to room 3315¸ the corner suite.

  Daylight blasted us when he opened the door. The condo was open concept, no walls in the main area, which housed the kitchen, dining and living areas. Two entire walls were floor-to-ceiling windows. No window coverings.

  Max held out his hand, welcoming me to the unit. “Welcome to your first live White Lace Productions…production.”

  There were video cameras and sound equipment set up around the condo. Ben spoke with a young, blond girl who fiddled with a digital camera. In the dining room, a woman was getting her hair and makeup done.

  “You’re filming here?”

  “I have a real estate contact that hooks me up with units that are for short-term lease.” He closed the door behind us. “It’s much cheaper than having our own studio. Plus, it gives us a lot of variety, so the scenes don’t get stale.”

  That was an excellent business decision. One I’d never really thought about. Immediately, all of my schooling flooded to the surface.

  “Do the owners know what you’re filming here? I hope you have that in your lease contract, because they could end up suing you for breach of contract…”

  He was just staring at me with a smile.

  “Sorry.” I bit my bottom lip.

  Shut it, Everly. Not everything is about the fine print.