Making Her Mine

by Mia Mills

  Cole

  “Evan” I fold the tabloid in my hand and toss it to Evan who’s sitting across me.

  Evan nudges the newspaper away and continues to fiddle on his phone, “I’m texting someone.”

  “It’s Willow.” I inform him as I bring out my phone and scroll through unread e-mails. The news is beginning to stretch further than expected, dozens of messages from other tabloids and magazines who want a little piece to reach their quota.

  Once Evan hears the name, his eyes grow big. He snatches the tabloid from my hands and flattens the creases before browsing through the pages. When he finds the article about Willow, he smiles, “Not a bad photo of her.”

  I shrug, this happens almost every time we make a new movie. People think that what we produce is too vulgar, but we don’t see it that way. Sex is a part of everyday life. Children are fruits of sex. I never understood why people made it into such a taboo. Not that I care what they think.

  But don’t get me wrong. We don’t produce porn. That’s a different territory. We produce intimate movies, romance-laid with lust, and pure art. Our directors are the best of the best, and their views on the films we make are on point.

  Evan cuts through my thoughts, “It’s good exposure, isn’t it?” He tosses the tabloid to the side and gets his phone again, but not without taking one last look at Willow’s picture in it.

  I nod to agree, “Uh-huh. It’s great exposure, both for her and the movie. People will be all over it and there will be a lot of unnecessary hate and whatnot.” I shuffle through the e-mails back again. “But these quick to judge people make us rich still. They can hate all they can, but they buy tickets to see it anyway.”

  I browse through some websites, links sent by my secretary, noting that there aren’t major networks caring for the gossip for now. If there were, then the publicity for the movie would skyrocket. Here’s hoping.

  “It’s all over social media.” Evan shows me his phone, and sure enough, there are enough pictures of us with Willow to drown away any other news, “If this keeps up, the movie might even make it to the trending list without us paying for promotions.”

  I shake his head, “It’s unlikely. It’s obvious that this is temporary; they’ll find some other shit to gossip about in a few hours.” I pause to put my phone away before leaning forward, “How do you think Willow’s handling this?”

  Evan tilts his head and licks his lips, “Do you wanna check in on her? I figured she’s level-headed and wouldn’t be too shaken up. I mean—”

  Evan folds his hands together and taps his leg. He isn’t wrong. I just can’t get over the fact that she’s so deliciously attractive. Her moans sent ripples all over my body when we were at it yesterday. People wouldn’t guess it from pictures alone, but once you see how Willow moved, you’d agree with me too. She was perfect for the role. It doesn’t really matter what people say about using her body to get her roles, we know for a fact it isn’t true. It isn’t false either. I knew from the moment I saw her that we’ll be casting her as the lead. I knew from the moment I saw her that I wanted her.

  As for Willow, I know she could make someone pay off her debts with just a show of her sucking on her own fingers. Once people see Willow was in action, I know that everyone would be positively engrossed with her every move.

  Just thinking about how she pleasured me during the auditions is making me frustrated. I want more. So much more that I am getting hard just from the thought of having her again. And if I’m right, and I’m always right, I think Evan wants her just as much, if not more. After all, he regrets not letting Willow give him head before penetrating her.

  “You want her?” I cross my legs, trying to hide my rock-hard erection.

  Evan, not bothering to look up from his phone, mutters, “Huh?”

  “Willow. You want her right? You let your guard down, little brother”, I begin to tease him. “If not, you wouldn’t bother checking up on her. So, should we meet her?”

  This time, Evan stops texting and turns to me with his blue eyes, “Yeah. That sounds great. Do you think she’s ready for another round?”

  I return Evan’s look with my own identical eyes, “Mmm, I think she wants more too. Judging from the sounds she made last time, it seemed like she enjoyed it our company.”

  It took a moment before Evan responded, this time, he had his signature lopsided grin. I knew what that meant and it meant he had something in mind, “I want more time with her. You selfishly had her for the climax back at the audition. I want her now.”

  “Who says there should only be one climax?” I defensively reply. I know that Evan wants me to feel as tense as he did when he didn’t get to finish, But I’m not about to give him the satisfaction.

  Evan sits up straight and his grin widens more, “Then make her climax, but this time I end it. It doesn’t matter how many times you make her cum. I’ll do the same times you do plus one more.” He gives me a shrug, “It’s not like it’s going to be the last time.”

  Damn, he’s adamant. I could see it clearly, and I think I’ll be the bigger man and maybe let Evan have his way this time. I’d be able to get more in return at some point. Maybe by giving Evan the illusion that he’s in control, he’ll stop trying to compete.

  “You’re right. It’s not going to be the last time.” I sigh and pretend to lose interest, “It won’t be the last movie project too. Plenty of other opportunities.”

  I feel relieved seeing the look of Evan’s face, which clearly show that he ate it all up and believed my whim. He’s the same gullible younger brother as always. I take out my phone and dial the phone number installed in her new apartment. I wonder how she’s liking it there?

  After three rings, Willow finally answers the call, “Hello?”

  Her voice sounds different, I think. I bet she must have seen the rumors and gossips about her and couldn’t handle it. It’s her first time in the spotlight, anyway. I wonder if this means she’ll back out.

  “It’s Cole.”

  I could hear her shuffling over from the other line, probably fixing herself, “Oh, yes? I didn’t expect you to call.”

  “Yeah. I know it’s pretty late.” I look over at Evan who has one hand on his chin, as if he’s studying our conversation.

  “No, no. It’s alright. Is there something wrong?”

  “Of course not, listen...” I clear my throat, “...I know you must be pretty shaken up from the paparazzi.”

  There is a moment of silence from the other side, and I fear that she might have hung up, but before I can say anything, she speaks again, “Yeah. I was. I’m okay, I guess.”

  “You know, Evan and I were worried. And we know it’s your first time alone in the city. We wanted to keep you company, if that’s alright with you.”

  “Oh. That’s nice, thanks. I don’t feel like walking around outside right now though.”

  “I’ll send a car over. We won’t even have to go out to enjoy. Evan and I are planning to order some room service and have dinner, we’re inviting you over, maybe get to know you and talk about the movie.” I can feel Evan pat my shoulder and point at the landline, mouthing whether he should order some food now. I shake my head, look at this guy. I smile and gesture for him to wait.

  Not five second passes and Willow accepts. I give Evan the thumbs up and he walks over to the telephone to call for room service. When Willow hangs up, Evan also finishes the order and turns to me.

  “Someone hand this guy an Oscar.” he laughs while pretending to motion for someone in the room.

  I return the gesture, bending a little bit to do a pretend bow, laughing too, “Thank you for the praise.”

  “I have no idea why you didn’t become an actor, that was some quick-thinking.” Evan shakes his head.

  I waltz to the kitchen to bring out a bottle of finest Pinot, “I didn’t want to steal your spotlight, Evan. That’s your thing.”

  Evan smiles at the sight of my chosen drink for the evening, “Did she say how l
ong before she gets here?”

  “A few minutes, her apartment isn’t that far, and I’ve already called her usual ride.” I pour the Pinot to the wine glasses I just took out and bring one glass close to my nose. I can smell the faintness of the fruit and a bit of nut. It’s perfect.

  “This is going to be a great night.” Evan brushes his hair up with his hand and goes back to the couch to get his phone, when he picks it up and unlocks it, he smirks, and “I told you so.”

  “What?” I ask as I pour Evan a glass.

  He walks to approach me, his phone in his hand and the light from the screen illuminating his already bright expression, “We’re trending.”

  Willow

  I can’t believe I just said yes to the twins when they invited me to hang out with them tonight. A car will be picking me up at 7 o’clock in the evening and now it’s almost 6:30, and I still haven’t been able to get myself ready. I scan my whole walk-in closet and try on different dresses but they never seem fit for the occasion.

  Choosing a nice dress is such a pain in the ass. Finally, after a few minutes, I was able to pick out a dress that’s perfect for tonight. It’s my beige lace cocktail dress that is quite tight on me and is exposing my upper back. I pair it with the same color tone of high heel pumps. I smile as I put on a wine shade of lipstick and style my hair.

  I stare at myself in the mirror and smile, thinking about how I feel beautiful no matter what people might think of me. I grab my keys and wait for the elevator. I walk carefully across the lobby because my 5-inch heels can literally kill me if I run fast.

  The doorman is smiling right back at me as usual, holding the door open for me to get through.

  “Your ride’s here, Madam Willow.” He says, pointing at the parked limo in front of the building.

  “Please, call me Willow. Just Willow.”

  “At your request, Miss.” The doorman replies as the chauffeur opens the limo door for me.

  The chauffeur starts the engine as soon as he hopped in. He turns on the radio and the slow music is perfect to ease the thoughts that have been running in my head. The music takes me back to when I spent some time with Evan and Cole. I am extremely overwhelmed by everything, especially the way they made me orgasm after a long time.

  They might look very much alike, but they have a lot of differences. The way they handle me is pretty much delicate but rough at the same time. Even the sizes of their dicks are unlikely the same, not that it really matters to me.

  I suddenly feel a hot tingly feeling inside my underwear when I brush the thought about their sizes. I try to clench my legs as I sit comfortably inside the car.

  I try to forget the highlight of my night—a surprise from Marco and a welcoming party by the Hollywood gossipers. I know that their comments should never hold water, but it’s awful that they talk about me like that even if they had never met me.

  Don’t get me wrong, it’s never my intention to have sex with guys that give me a lot of attention. Never have I slept with another famous personality just to become iconic as well, because I believe I can succeed on my own.

  I never ask anyone for help when it comes to my job since I believe it’s unfair to cling on to whatever the famous people have, which most women want to do specially in the entertainment industry. But that’s not how they view me.

  I know that these rumors spread like cancer in the body–the paparazzi, entertainment news, and the social media only makes it worse for an amateur like me. I don’t want to be the Willow who is a product of the media and someone who hides in the shadow of the rich and powerful, instead I want to be known as Willow, the girl who become famous because of my perseverance and natural talent. I want to be famous not infamous.

  The limo slows down, and the chauffeur looks back at me.

  “We’re here, Ma’am.” He says before climbing out his door to open mine.

  I grab his hand and thank him. The sound of my heels echoes the whole lobby as I walk towards the elevator. Everything is grandiose in this building. I push the correct floor number and patiently wait for the doors to open.

  Ding.

  As the doors open wide, I see Evan and Cole waiting for me in the hallway. Evan smiles from ear to ear as I step out of the elevator.

  “Hi Willow, we’re glad you made it.” Evan hugs me tight and I hug him back.

  “You look all grown up with your outfit, Willow.” Cole hugs and kisses me on the cheek.

  “I’m a grown woman.”

  “I bet you are.” They answer simultaneously and looks at each other.

  “Okay, let’s go.” Cole breaks the silence and shows enthusiasm to lead the way.

  We make it to the penthouse, and as the door opens, my jaw drops at the beautiful sight. Their suite looks very elegant and classy–surrounded by large windows and roof that’s made up of glass. The stars can be viewed above the ceiling, there’s a grand piano placed on the corner of the room beside the balcony, a big fire place is lighted up, giving warmth to the whole room. Outside, the chairs and a big round table was set up which is filled up of roses and candles.

  “You like it?” Evan suddenly asks.

  “Yeah, it’s a beautiful place you got here.”

  They lead me in the balcony; they mentioned that they both helped in cooking the food which is a pot roast. I take the seat between them. The evening is filled with laughter as we start to eat.

  We have conversations related to work, some actors they have worked with before, and films they produced that I have seen. I really enjoy spending time with these two. Suddenly, the topic changes.

  “Have we not mentioned that you look beautiful tonight, Willow?” Cole asks as he takes a bite of the meat.

  “It’s the second time you mentioned it.” I smile flirtatiously at Cole. It feels strange the way Cole looks at me, like he knows my desires.

  “You’re so beautiful it merits two complements.” Evan saves the conversation.

  “Aww thank you guys, that’s sweet.” I reply, smiling.

  Evan turns his head to his brother with an obvious anger on his face.

  “Excuse me, I’ll need to use the bathroom.”

  I nod and as soon as Evan leaves the table, Cole drags his chair beside me and whispers in my ear.

  “You look really sexy tonight, baby. I wanna fuck you.”

  He suddenly lifts my dress and slides his fingers on my pussy lips. I turn my head towards the glass door of the balcony to check if Evan is already coming back. I put away his hands off my pussy and whispers.

  “I want to suck your cock as well as your brother’s.”

  “Mmmm, selfish girl.” Cole comments, “I like it.”

  Evan walks back to the balcony and it’s clear that is smirk tells me that he could sense the intensity of the area.

  “What have we here?” Evan asks.

  “None of your business.” Cole says as he pushes Evan away and he suddenly carry me bridal style towards the huge white sofa near the fire place.

  Evan can’t do anything but to open his mouth in shock of what his brother is up to. He just stands there, frozen and confused.

  “Don’t worry Willow, I have planned this a long time. I know exactly what I’m gonna do to you tonight...” He says in his deep voice. “And I’m gonna need your help.” He turns his head towards his brother.

  Evan smirks at me, it’s like they know exactly what is going on and that scares me a bit. The way they look at me tonight makes me realize that they’re both going to ravage me, and the thought makes my heart pound in excitement.

  Cole kisses my lips and I reciprocate. He then wrestles his tongue against mine, sucking it with all his might. Our lips make smacking sounds whenever we break off the kiss, as he works on my neck down to my chest where my cleavage is exposed.

  Cole’s hands move down my back as he unzips my tight dress, then removing my white strapless bra afterwards. My nipples are erect as soon as the air blows on it. Cole immediately latches on my right breast,
sucking my nipples and aggressively pulling it outwards.

  “Ugghh, I like it when you suck my nipples.” I moan loudly as I glance at Evan who is now in front of me, with his pants off and stroking his cock rigorously.

  Evan moves closer to me and he wraps his mouth around my other nipple. I place my hands on the back of their heads as I tilt my head upwards with my eyes shut. As I try to open my eyes, I’m surprised with what I am seeing right now, two guys are pleasuring me simultaneously.

  “Oh baby, you have such nice tits.” Evan said, teaming up with his brother.

  They are both holding on to my legs, spreading it apart as wide as they can. I let out a loud whimper as Evan rips off my laced thong and suddenly sliding his finger as he unexpectedly finds my clitoris, drawing circles around it.

  I feel my clit starts to swell up as it almost oozes out cum as the twins continue to suck on my nipples while fingering my hole. Evan pulls out his fingers as he goes down on me without breaking an eye contact which I find it very sexy. I arch my back as he sticks his tongue out and licks on my folds down to my asshole.

  While Evan is licking and sucking on my pussy lips aggressively, almost pulling out my clit, Cole is busy fondling my breasts and sucking my tongue out.

  “I c-can’t hold it in anymore, I’m cumming!” I scream as I arch my back, both of them trying to pin me down on the soft sofa.

  “Cum, baby, cum. Let me drink all of it, I’m thirsty.” Evan winks at me as his tongue lingers around in my wetness.

  Cole stares into my eyes as I let out a scream, feeling my whole vagina clenches as I finish. I feel my juices drip out slowly as Evan sucks all of it.

  “Oh my god… that was the best.” I manage to say while panting.

  “Baby, we’ve only just started.” Evan says as he wipes off my wetness on his lips using the back of his hand.

  Cole swiftly unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his pants. I can’t do anything besides lay on the couch since my knees are still weak and literally shaking. I notice Cole winking at Evan and it looks like it’s their secret signal on which I can’t relate.