Spice

by Jenna Jameson

  “It’s what I tell myself when I get overwhelmed,” Liz licked the long column of his throat. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, that sort of thing.” She nibbled on his jaw line. “As long as you start something, it’s forward motion.”

  He tickled her ass, rubbing the outside of her hole.

  “Oh,” she cried. “What was I saying?”

  “You were saying, ‘Fuck me hard, Sean,’” he prompted.

  Her lips hovered over his. “Not yet. Let’s see. You’re not in a race. You’ll get there eventually. I’m not going anywhere.” She pressed a kiss on his nose. “Except the bedroom.”

  Wiggling off him, she dropped her pants, panties and all, and crooked her finger at him. “Talk after,” she said.

  When he stood, Liz launched herself at him, wrapping her legs around his waist. For a moment, he staggered and she thought they were going to fall back on the couch. But Sean steadied himself and walked with her to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers.

  Kicking the door closed, Sean whirled, pressing her back to the door. Still kissing her, he fumbled his belt and pants while her legs tightened on his chest. Guiding his cock into her, Sean’s first thrust rattled the door frame.

  “Shh,” she warned, as they both listened. But there wasn’t any stirring from the other room.

  He fucked her slow, his hands supporting her thighs. He filled her and then pulled all the way out to the tip, then repeated the movement until she thought she’d go mad. She wanted more. She wanted it hard and fast. She wanted him to pound her through the door. Liz couldn’t stop kissing him, even when her orgasm clenched her pussy around him. Sean groaned in pleasure. Her legs trembled and went weak. Carrying her over to the bed, he placed her gently on her back. Then Sean lifted her legs and pinned them back behind her ears.

  “Now,” he grunted. “I’m not holding back.”

  Liz didn’t want him to. His fast, deep thrusts hit her erogenous zones. His eyes were dark and feral. She felt ravaged, taken, and thoroughly pleasured. He came after burying himself to the hilt. Sean’s breathing was ragged, his eyes unfocused. Liz took advantage of that moment, gripping him still, to reach over to the bedside table and open the drawer.

  “Take this,” she said, handing him a slim vibrator.

  “Where do you want this?” he asked, taking the coconut oil from her and lubing it up.

  “Where do you think?”

  Sean grunted. “I don’t think it’s going to work at this angle.”

  “Ease out for a second,” Liz murmured. “Kneel on the bed.”

  Sean followed her orders and gasped when she crawled over to take him in his mouth. She could taste her own juices on him and the tang of his release. Moaning, Liz took all of him in her mouth and felt him start to get hard again.

  He didn’t need further instructions. Liz felt him spread her ass checks and drizzle the oil in between them. His fingers were gentle, even as his body was tensing from the hard sucks she was giving his cock. When he penetrated her with the dildo, Liz moaned. Sean gripped her ass with one hand and thrust the little dildo in and out. Her head bobbed up and down, sliding her tongue over his hardness. He stopped with the dildo, pushing it in so it held there.

  “Get on your back,” Sean commanded.

  Reluctantly, Liz let his cock out of her mouth. She obeyed him and, as he moved to loom over her, she turned to take him in her mouth again.

  “Yeah, just like that. Suck my cock.”

  He tapped the dildo to make sure it was staying in place. Then he pushed one finger inside her pussy. Then two. The oil flowing, he guided a third into her. Liz started to shake. He fucked her with his fingers, in and out, the rhythm matching with her sucking on his cock.

  Liz swallowed as Sean came down her throat in a thick rush. Moaning, as his fingers plucked her clit, Liz allowed him to slip out of her mouth. Then he moved into a position where he could replace the fingers in her pussy with his tongue.

  “Sean,” she gasped, so close to her own orgasm that she was nearly incoherent.

  “I want you to come,” he growled, licking her throbbing clit.

  Her hips rose to take more of him and, while his greedy tongue probed her, she shook with release. Kissing her pussy up to her stomach, Sean clutched her to him. “I will never get tired of making you come.”

  Liz was too breathless to speak. Her body twitched with sensations as he stroked her back. The dildo in her backside was pure decadent sensation.

  Take me. Take all of me.

  She held him close.

  Never let me go.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sean couldn’t believe he was doing this. He’d left Liz’s apartment when Sarah and little Christopher showed up to walk Jonathan to school. The look on Sarah’s face had been priceless. Liz had managed a smug, serene smile for her friend, but he was guessing as soon as Jonathan was in class, the two of them would be talking.

  He’d planned on grabbing breakfast on campus before his class. But instead, he took a train downtown. Talking about Mary Katherine—even though he didn’t get a chance to tell Liz everything—freed something inside him. Sean was going to take this to the very end—put some real data through his algorithms and see if the porn industry did sprout drug abusers more than another profession.

  So that’s how he found himself on the elevator on a Thursday morning, going to a porn audition instead of teaching his Intro to Social Work course. He owed Mike a six pack of Killians and a couple of Ruebens for taking his classes today. The hotel was a generic business center, with conference rooms on every floor. He was heading to the bridal suite. The irony almost made him smile.

  He tried to picture Mary Katherine taking this same route. What would she be feeling? The thought that she had been scared made him want to beat something. He had searched through all her things, but he wasn’t able to figure out if she had been in trouble or had been blackmailed into it.

  The autopsy showed she had taken a lethal amount of crystallized meth, or ice. It had caused a heart attack. They had an open casket funeral for her. God, he hated those things. The deceased always looked like spent balloons. Except Mary Katherine. She looked like she was sleeping. She didn’t have any signs of the scarring or abrasions of a typical meth addict. They didn’t rule it a suicide—thank God. Otherwise they would’ve buried his mother, too. Mary Katherine’s purse had been on her shoulder. Her apartment keys were in her hand. She was dressed up to go somewhere nice. They found her facedown on her bedroom floor.

  It was a small comfort that she didn’t suffer.

  The police ruled out foul play. The pipe had only her finger and lip prints on it and the drug hadn’t been tampered with. It just had been too much for her body to handle.

  Mary Katherine had been a talented dancer and a health nut. She would hide their father’s cigarettes and nag at him to quit until an asthma attack made the decision for him. She demanded organic and free-range food to the point that their mother told her if she wanted that high-priced stuff, she could get a damn job and buy it herself. So she did. And converted their mother to buying organic after a few taste tests.

  The elevator stopped, jostling him out of his thoughts as it let him off on the penthouse floor. At his knock, the door opened and a rotund man jawing on an unlit cigar waved him in.

  “You must be Sabrina’s friend. Sam?”

  “Sean,” he said.

  “Good to meetcha. I’m Allen. I’m going to be the director of this flick.”

  Sean wasn’t sure if he was supposed to shake his hand, but Allen turned and walked further into the room. The suite was set up as a film shoot. There were cameras on tripods, screens, and mirrors. A few guys sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee. The cameramen were setting up in the large bedroom area. Sean saw a king-sized bed.

  “Can I get you something to eat or drink?”

  “I’m good,” Sean said. The thought of anything in his stomach right now was not a good idea. None of this was. “I’m actuall
y here as an observer.”

  “Uh huh,” Allen said. “One of those, huh? Look, either get in the bathroom and take off your clothes or get the hell out.” He indicated the door with his head.

  Sean looked around. There were only guys here. It was just like the locker room at the gym, only weirder. “I have to take my clothes off to audition?”

  “What do you think you’re auditioning with, your mind?”

  There was that. Well, he had wanted the full experience, and this was part of it. Would Mary Katherine have stripped and come out of the bathroom naked and proud? Would she have huddled against the sink and taken a few pills to get up her courage. Sean frowned. Of either image, the first one was more like his sister than the second. Mary Katherine didn’t cower from anything. Not their father in his drunken rages, not their mother with her wooden spoon. She would have stripped and then said, “Now what?”

  If he wanted to get a grasp on what her last few days were like, he had to do it.

  “Fine,” Sean said and closed the bathroom door behind him.

  He wanted to text Liz. But he didn’t want her tainted by this. What on Earth would she say if she knew he was here? She’d try to talk him out of it, or worse, she and Sarah would laugh about it. Sean switched off his phone and took his time taking off his clothes. Unlike stripping, there was nothing powerful or erotic in shedding them in a hotel bathroom while a crew of men talked sports outside. When he couldn’t stall any longer, he came out of the bathroom with his clothes positioned in front of his junk.

  “Get in the bedroom,” Allen said. “We want to see how the camera paints you.”

  What the fuck did that mean?

  But when he got into the bedroom, he saw Sabrina was on that big bed. She was naked and sprawled out. Sean averted his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I’m your sex partner for today,” she said, giggling.

  He risked a look at her eyes. High. Shit. Not that he was going to fuck her sober or wasted, on camera or off. The only woman he wanted was right now cackling with her best friend over Starbucks and a scone.

  “Drop your clothes, Sam. No need to be shy.”

  “It’s Sean,” he said to the director. While he was distracted, Sabrina lunged for him and managed to snatch his clothes out of his grip.

  “Gotcha,” she giggled.

  He refused to be embarrassed. He didn’t have anything that any other man didn’t have. Sean wasn’t an exhibitionist, but he wasn’t a prude.

  “It’ll do,” Allen said, nodding. “Get in the bed. The first scene is a sixty-nine. You want me to call in a fluffer?”

  “I’ll do it,” Sabrina said and reached for his cock.

  Sean danced back like he was in the ring. “The hell you will. Look, I made a mistake here. I’m not fucking you.”

  “No one said anything about fucking right now. Start with eating her pussy and we’ll go from there. All right?” Allen gestured to the cameraman.

  “No.”

  “Action.”

  “Come here, handsome,” Sabrina said, massaging her hands over her breasts.

  “You can suck her tits first if you want,” Allen said, helpfully.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” a stocky man, fully dressed, stormed into the bedroom. He wasn’t looking too happy.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Allen said. “This isn’t a gang bang.”

  “Oh, that’s just my boyfriend, Brian.” Sabrina laughed. “He’s a cameraman. I called him to see if he wanted to watch.”

  “This isn’t what it looks like,” Sean said, wishing he wasn’t naked. He grabbed his pants and underwear.

  Brian ignored him and held out his hand. “Come with me, Sabrina. This isn’t a safe operation. I’ve heard bad things about this company.”

  “Hey,” Allen said. “Fuck you. Stay away from my talent.”

  “I’m leaving here with my girlfriend or I’m telling the hotel manager just what’s happening in the bridal suite. Got that, asshole?” Brian got in Allen’s face.

  “I don’t want any trouble.” Allen put up placating hands. “But this is all consensual.”

  “I’m not consenting,” Sean said, buttoning his pants and looking around for his socks and shoes.

  “I’m safe,” Sabrina said, plucking at the sheets. She looked up at Brian with big eyes. Her pupils were almost completely dilated.

  Didn’t anyone see that? Or care?

  “A real production company does background checks and confirms STD tests. You don’t know what this guy has.” Brian waved his hand at Sean.

  Before Sean could open his mouth to argue that he wasn’t actually going to go through with the scene, Sabrina cut him off. “He’s clean, Brian. He’s Desiree’s brother. The one that was going to be a doctor.”

  Brian cut him a look.

  “You knew my sister?” Sean said, pulling on his socks and shoes. Now, if he could only find his shirt.

  Great. It’s on the pillow.

  “His background checks out.” Sabrina continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “He works with at-risk kids in Queens and teaches at NYU. He’s a first-timer.”

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Brian asked him.

  Sean plucked his shirt off the bed before Sabrina could grab it again. “It’s complicated,” he said.

  And I’m a big idiot.

  “He wants to see what drove his sister to overdose.” Sabrina lay back on the pillows and pouted.

  “And none of you lifted a finger to stop her,” Sean accused.

  “I didn’t know it was that bad until it was too late,” Sabrina said.

  “The drugs had nothing to do with this.” Brian waved his hand around the hotel room. “I knew Desiree. She didn’t have a problem with fucking on camera. In fact, she loved it. She was talking about doing webcasts from her bedroom to cut out the middle man.” Sean resisted the urge to flatten the prick. “She did women, men, both. It didn’t matter. She got top dollar to do anal and if she moved to LA, she would have been as big as Sugar or Spice.”

  Sean flinched. As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest asshole, now he had to realize that his sister had a healthy sex life, and that, as a porn actress, she was on par with his girlfriend and her best friend. Could this day get any worse?

  “Either take off your clothes and start fucking or get the hell out of my scene,” Allen said.

  “Sabrina, please,” Brian said. “You can do better than this film. Chalice wants you sometime next month for a girl-on-girl film.”

  “I’m staying.” She crossed her arms under her breasts and stuck her tongue out at him.

  “I’m leaving,” Sean said, heading for the door.

  “You can’t leave,” she wailed. “I’m getting five grand for this.”

  “This?” Brian asked, looking around the hotel room for the first time. “You don’t get paid five thousand for vanilla sex.” He pinned Sean with a glare. “What were you going to do to her? Water sports?”

  He had a vague idea what that was and fought to keep the revulsion off his face. “No. Nothing.” Sean raised his hands in surrender. “She passed me a note saying I was going to audition for a porn role. Idiot that I am, I came here to see if I could find out why my sister died in this profession.”

  “It wasn’t the profession.”

  “I get that now. The director told me to strip. When I came out of the bathroom, Sabrina was in bed. He wanted me to . . .” Sean realized he was talking about the man’s girlfriend. “. . . engage in mutual oral stimulation.”

  Brian rolled his eyes. “That’s one hell of an audition. What were you getting paid?”

  “We didn’t even discuss that yet.”

  That seemed to throw the other man. He looked around the room again, slower this time. Sean could see his eyes were calculating things Sean couldn’t begin to understand. “Sabrina, what are you into?” Brian asked softly, his eyes finally narrowing on her.

  Sabrina looked a
t the director. “Nothing. We weren’t doing nothing but shooting a movie.”

  Brian walked over to the crew. “Who else was in the shoot?”

  “No one,” said the cameraman. “Just him. We’re all getting paid top dollar.”

  “Who’s paying for all this?” Brian asked Allen. “With the kind of money you’re throwing around, you could have had named talent instead of a rookie with a medium-sized dick.”

  “Hey now,” Sean said, checking that his wallet and keys were still in his pockets. He was ready to go. But before he could, Brian turned back to Sabrina.

  “As a matter of fact, why him? You know a ton of actors who would jump at the chance for that kind of money.”

  “You are ruining everything.” She stalked over to her boyfriend and swung at his jaw.

  Brian sidestepped it and shoved her down.

  Sabrina fell and started to sob. She curled into the fetal position.

  “You’re fine. I didn’t push you that hard.” Brian peered at her. “What is wrong with you?”

  “She’s on something,” Sean said.

  “On what?” Brian said.

  “She’s your girlfriend; you don’t know if she’s doing pot or meth?”

  “What?” Brian crouched down to look at Sabrina, but she rolled away from him.

  “Leave me alone,” she cried. “I’m sorry I called you. I thought you’d have fun. You like to watch.”

  Sean was surprised that Brian didn’t even seem remotely embarrassed that she was telling a room full of strangers that he got off on watching people have sex with his girlfriend. Then again, everyone in this room had been prepared to watch Sean fuck Sabrina.

  “How do you know she’s on something?”

  “Her eyes are dilated.”

  “What did you do to her?” Brian turned to the director with his fist clenched.

  “Nothing. She was like that when she came here.” Allen looked pointedly at his watch. “I need someone to put her back on the bed and fuck the shit out of her. Which one of you is it going to be?”

  “It’s not the first time, either.” Sean said, ignoring the director.

  “What do you mean, not the first time?” Brian said.