Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  A hand on the back of her head, softly massaging her scalp, felt wonderful. It was Brock’s way of staying connected to her, even though she held JC.

  Thoughts ran rampant through her mind as she held the man beside her. Could she possibly deal with both men as they had requested? Would she come out with her heart intact, or would it be broken.

  Taking a chance was a big risk, but after listening to JC’s story, Skye had to wonder how much time they had lost with his wife having to take a back seat to his career. How much time had they lost just being with each other while trying to avoid the paparazzi? He had never mentioned children. Had they lost that opportunity also?

  Her parents had tried marriage and failed at it, both being too selfish to give in. When they had divorced, their selfishness had spread to her and they had abandoned her with her grandmother. Was it possible she was afraid to put her heart out there? Afraid it would get broken? However, if she didn’t try, would she grow old regretting her decision?

  Rearranging herself, she managed to climb into JC’s lap and slid one arm around his side and the other around his neck. Her head lay against his shoulder and she could feel his heartbeat against her breast.

  A sigh escaped him as he wrapped his own arms around her. For the first time since she walked into the club last night, a peace settled upon Skye. Her body became languid, her mind drifting.

  A jolt brought her back to her senses, her arms involuntarily tightening around JC as the feeling of falling struck her. Opening her eyes, she found herself sitting in his lap, on the couch.

  How had he gotten off the floor with me in his arms?

  Looking around, she found Brock gone from the couch, returning from the kitchen. He had found her dishes and had two plates in one hand and napkins in the other. A kiss was placed on Skye’s forehead before he set them on the table next to the box containing the pizza. The man returned to the kitchen and she heard her refrigerator open. A shudder went through her as she thought what he would think about her from the lack of food in there.

  “What do you want to drink, little one?” he asked.

  “Just a soda, please.” She didn’t know why the answer came so readily to her after she had been fighting them.

  Brock returned with three cans of soda and placed them on the coffee table. He opened the box of pizza and placed a slice on both plates. A breadstick and some wings were added to each plate also before he handed one to JC and then sat back on the couch himself.

  What? I don’t get any?

  Surprise struck her as Brock raised his slice to her. “You need to eat, sweetheart. You didn’t eat much breakfast, and by the looks of your fridge, you didn’t eat when you got back here.”

  Guilt washed over her in the form of heat. Not wanting to disappoint, she leaned slightly forward and bit into the deliciousness of the proffered slice. The creamy consistence of the slightly greasy cheese burst on her tongue, as did the spiciness of the pepperoni and sauce.

  Chewing, she gazed into Brock’s nearly black eyes as he looked at her with hunger.

  Oh, she knew it wasn’t hunger for food, or at least part of it wasn’t. He wanted her, and if what was happening under her derriere was any indication, so did JC.

  They hadn’t made any inclination that they didn’t want her. She had concluded, she would at least try.

  The men took turns feeding her from their plates. She loved the salty spices that topped the buttery breadsticks and the heat from the wings. Brock raised a can of soda for her to drink from every so often as it was a bit awkward for JC to hold his plate and her and then his soda.

  After they finished eating, JC continued to hold Skye as Brock cleaned up. He put the rest of the food in the fridge and she heard him opening and closing cabinets.

  Skye hugged herself to JC. He still looked sad after telling his tale, and she felt for him. No one should have to lose a loved one the way he did. He had lost out on a lot more due to his career.

  She hoped she was doing the right thing since he was making a comeback. They would have to commit to a plan that included all of them and not to miss out on anything.

  The urge was strong as she looked at his handsome face. He had aged some since her crush on him twenty years before. Small lines around his eyes were more predominant and there was a slight graying at his temple, but the length of his hair covered it, at least from a distance.

  His lips, the same ones she had fantasized kissing her when she was younger were still the same. Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue across them. She tasted his lunch there and smiled.

  “Are you sure this time, Skye?” he asked, his eyes lighting up.

  Nodding, she knew she was certain. She wanted to try. “I’m sorry about this morning. I panicked. I don’t know anything about love. My parents divorced when I was ten and they deserted me. My grandmother didn’t show very much love to me, so this is all new to me.” She lowered her head and a whisper emerged along with a sob. “Please be patient with me.”

  His hand came up to her chin and he tilted her face towards him. “Of course, baby girl. We’ll go slow, but just know it’ll be hard. We both want you so bad.”

  A hand on the back of her head grasped a handful of hair and turned her head. Brock stood before them, desire written in his eyes, and his jeans.

  One thing she had to admit, they were both gifted in the man department.

  “We both want you to understand that this is not going to be a fling, Skye. Nor will it be a vanilla relationship.” Brock spoke with an authority that had Skye’s cunt oozing her cream. “We want you to be certain of what you are telling us. There is a whole new world for you to discover, and you will learn a lot about your body and your desires with us. Will you let us show you?”

  This time, there wasn’t any reason to think about his words. She did want them both, and she wanted to experience what they offered. If they did end up walking away from her in the future, at least she would have this time with them.

  “Yes,” she said in a near whisper. When Brock’s brow cocked and JC cleared his throat, she knew she needed to speak her consent louder. Straightening her shoulders, she answered confidently, “Yes. I want you to show me.”

  “And you’ll ask questions before assuming things are going badly, like this morning?” JC asked, his breath warm in her hair.

  “Yes. I will.”

  “Good. Stand and strip for us,” Brock said as he released her hair.

  Looking from one to the other, she saw the hunger in their eyes, but she also saw the seriousness there.

  JC released her and she stood. Taking a deep breath, she moved around Brock until she was closer to her bedroom, away from the window that looked at the apartment building across the street. She certainly didn’t want anyone seeing her.

  The men remained where they were, JC on the sofa and Brock standing. Their eyes never left her body as lust lit within their depths. Shimmers of desire floated through her bloodstream.

  For once, she felt sexy. They had said it, and she believed it now.

  Sliding the over-sized shirt she wore off her shoulders, she let it flutter to the floor. The tank top was next, landing on top of the other. Her fingers fumbled at the button and zipper of her jeans. Nerves didn’t get the better of her. It was her excitement.

  After a couple of tries, she managed to undo both. Hesitating, she licked her lips as she met hungry eyes. This time, neither man coaxed her as they had last night. An empowered feeling filled her as she observed them watching her.

  Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and her panties, she pushed them over her hips and then down her legs. She stepped out of the material that had pooled at her feet, kicking them aside. Without any more hesitation, she reached around her back and undid the hooks on her bra.

  Her breasts bounced in their freedom before she pushed the restraint from her body. Standing before them, she felt herself blush, but she didn’t try to hide herself this time.

  Skye watch
ed Brock step forward, appreciation in his eyes. His hand reached out and caressed her right breast, letting his thumb skim across her already hard nipple. As he did that, he stepped behind her and pressed himself to her. His hard cock was pressed against her ass, announcing his arousal.

  Her feelings of fear, doubt, and even rejection disappeared in that moment. Behind her was a man who clearly wanted her, and a few feet away from her sat a man whose jeans bulged in the crotch area and a hunger in his gaze that caused her core to heat and throb.

  Brock’s lips were at her ear, the heat of his breath seeming to make a beeline to her pussy. “Do you remember your safe words?”

  Swallowing hard, she began to nod but remembered the rule. “Yes. I do.” When JC’s brow cocked, she remembered more. “Yes, sir,” she added quickly.

  “Good girl,” Brock whispered, releasing his hold on her nipple. “Now, I want you to kneel.”

  Obeying his command, she sank to her knees, his hands on her side as if offering some assistance. When she was down, he stepped around to stand before her. Looking up at him, she saw a smile on his lips.

  “Spread your legs out until your knees are about shoulder width apart.” She did as he said. He continued. “Now, place your hands on your thighs, palms up. Also, straighten out your back so that your breasts are being offered to us.”

  He spoke with authority, but not in a degrading way. Wanting to please both men, she followed the instructions until her breasts and cunt were on display for them. The vulnerability she felt was a bit unsettling, but she was determined to follow through on her newfound life.

  “Lower your head so that you are looking at our feet. You will present yourself this way to us when we come here to visit, or when you come over to one of our places. This way, we will know that you are willingly offering yourself to us.” JC had spoken this time as he rose from the sofa and walked over to stand next to Brock. “We’ll discuss how you will present yourself to us when we go to a club at a later time.”

  In public? They want me to be like this in public? Oh, yes. They said something about a BDSM club last night.

  Lowering her head as instructed, she looked at their boots, nearly identical save JC’s weren’t nearly as tall on his ankles.

  “Do you have any questions, Skye?” JC asked, his voice sounding huskier than before.

  She thought for a moment and couldn’t think of anything. It was as if her mind shut down except for thinking of them touching her, making love to her. “I can’t think of anything right now. But may I ask later if any pop up?”

  “Of course, little one,” Brock answered as both men stepped forward. He bent down until he was face to face with her after he lifted hers up to him. “We want you to be comfortable around us.”

  “Thank you, sir,” she said softly. She was surprised the words came so easily to her. She had to be strong for everything she had been through in her life, but it felt good to release her inhibitions for a little bit.

  “Now, there are some infractions that have occurred that you need to be disciplined for.” Her pussy clenched as she felt liquid ooze from her. Brock continued. “JC, let’s take her into the bedroom and get her initiated for us.”

  Since Brock was still holding her chin, she could see JC move over to her front door and retrieve a set of saddlebags that was next to it. Skye didn’t remember seeing him leave the leather bags there, but of course, when they came in, she really wasn’t looking at little details.

  Brock’s hands went to her biceps and helped pull her up. She was certain she wasn’t as graceful as women they had in the past, but she’d need to work on that.

  “Lead the way, little one.” Brock laid his hand at the small of her back as she made her way to her bedroom.

  Thankfully, she had changed her sheets the morning before, and since she hadn’t slept here last night, her bed was fresh. Standing next to it, she waited for instructions.

  Chapter Eleven

  Watching Skye stand next to her bed, her body trembling and flushed, Brock didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. Here he was, looking at the woman he was quickly losing his heart to and sharing her with his best friend.

  He didn’t have to turn to know that JC had come into the room and stood slightly behind him. JC was the one who had found Skye and was just as enamored by her. This plan was weeks in the making, and with help from her boss, Skye was going to be theirs.

  One thing did bother him though. What would Skye think if she found out that Dwayne had set her up?

  Brock looked around the room to see how they would work with Skye. Her bed was high off the floor, a four poster, made of sturdy wood, most likely oak. There was a dresser, a chest of drawers, two nightstands, and a chest that sat at the foot of the bed, all matching the design from the bed. There was also an old wing back chair in a corner, the flowery blue upholstery having seen better days. After surveying the room, an idea popped into his head.

  Stepping around her, he gathered the two pillows clad only in plum colored pillowcases and placed them across the chest. “Come kneel on the chest, facing the bed,” he commanded.

  With just a slight hesitation, she moved over to where he stood and then proceeded to do as he said. She climbed onto the chest, placing her knees on the pillows, and then leaned over the foot of the bed.

  Her luscious ass faced them, giving them also a view of her pussy for her legs were spread in this position by about a foot and a half. Her pink puffy lips glistened with her arousal and as he breathed in, he could smell it.

  They were going to need to get her waxed though. He preferred a naked pussy so he could see what belonged to him. He also liked the smooth feeling as he ran his fingers through the labia.

  Skye laid her body on the bed, spreading her arms to the sides as she laid her head on the flat surface. Waiting.

  Pride blanketed Brock as he thought about how well she was following their instructions. He didn’t know why she had suddenly decided to go along with them, but he was glad she did. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside Skye that made her want to submit to them.

  Movement behind him indicated JC was going through the saddlebags they had brought with them. In a moment, a flogger was handed to him.

  It was Brock’s favorite. A sturdy handle bound with gray leather, leading into the falls that contained multiple strands of deerskin. They were soft and flexible but with the number of tresses, it provided a thuddy sound providing a near massage-like sensation unless it was used on the more sensitive areas, such as a pussy or nipples.

  Going to the side of the bed, he knelt and placed the flogger on the bed. “Do you know what this is?” he asked Skye.

  Eyeing the implement, she shook her head, which never left the bed. “No, sir.”

  “This is a flogger.” Brock moved it to her hand, brushing several of the falls across her fingers. “This can be used a couple of different ways, and subs discover which way they enjoy it. It can be used as a form of discipline, or, a way to relax you.”

  JC moved to the other side of the bed and sat near her head. Brock watched as the man combed his fingers through her blond hair, noticing how her body softened in reaction. He was happy that she was relaxing around them.

  “I’m going to give you ten strikes, and you will count them out for me. Understood?” Brock stood back up before he had her answer, but he heard her response.

  Going to the end of the chest, he let himself appreciate the feast that was her ass. Flared out, especially in this pose along with the curve of her buttocks, she was beautiful. Her thighs were meaty but he had loved the way she had wrapped them around his hips as he was buried deep inside her the night before. He didn’t think he would ever tire of her body.

  Reaching out, he ran his hand over the curve at the top of her hips. He felt the tremble that went through her which brought a smile to his lips. She was so responsive to them, but he didn’t think she believed that to be normal or real.

  “You liked that, didn’t you
?” he asked as he skimmed his hand down her left hip and then back across near where her butt met her thighs, skipping her pussy for the moment.

  “Yes, sir,” she answered, her voice thick and sultry.

  She purred when he ran the tips of his fingers down through her wet slit and ended at her clit. Her ass was thrust higher as he circled the tiny gem a few times and came back down when he pulled his hand away, followed by a strangled sound in her throat.

  Taking a few steps back, Brock brought the flogger down several times on his forearm, getting used to the grip on the handle. He knew it all too well, as this was his favorite one, but he always warmed up a bit.

  When he was ready, he dangled the flogger on her derriere, positioning it so that it would strike where he wanted it and then positioned himself into his stance at just the right distance away from her.

  “Remember, Skye. I want to hear you count.” Since he had taken a few moments to ready himself, Brock felt he needed to remind her.

  Raising his arm, he brought it down, letting the tendrils spread across her right butt cheek. The thud had her jumping slightly.

  “One,” she said with a hiss.

  JC was still petting her hair, keeping contact with her as Brock flogged her.

  Brock let the flogger fly yet again, this time letting it strike her left cheek. Again, she jumped slightly, but continued the count. At the eighth strike, her ass was red and warm. Her body was also relaxing, no longer jumping at the impact. Her voice was barely above a whisper at this point.

  God, she’s so sexy and responsive!

  When he finished, her upper body was pressed into the bed. Brock stepped around to look at her and found her eyes were closed and a slight smile was on her lips.

  Tossing the flogger at the saddlebags, he leaned over and placed a kiss on her cheek. He found that some tears had been released, but he hoped they were tears of happiness, or of release, and not anger or sadness.

  “How do you feel, little one?” he asked.

  “Wonderful.”