I nodded. “You got it.” I liked her already. From what I’d seen, she was going to be easy to work with.
Rick’s production company prided itself on exploring the intimate side of sex, rather than being typical hard-core p**n . In this scene, we were lovers who’d been separated for a long time. I was arriving home from a business trip to find her waiting for me in lingerie. I was now dressed in dress slacks, a shirt and tie to complete the scene. We began at the front door, where the film crew captured a few initial scenes of us kissing.
Once we’d filmed that brief scene, we moved to the bedroom, with full-on lights and sound crew. Cameras were stationed around the room, all pointing directly at the bed.
Rick busied himself with the crew making sure everything was set the way he wanted it and then came back to stand in front of me and Mollie. “We’re set to start rolling, so you two going ahead and get started when you’re ready. We’re just here to capture your lovemaking as it happens. So let it be natural,” he told us.
I heard the telltale click of the camera recording and I moved toward Mollie, then hesitated and glanced down at my pants and the absence of any bulge. Not again. The f**ker had better cooperate this time.
Noticing my scowl, Mollie followed my gaze. Without a word, she reached down and began rubbing me over the material of my slacks. “Sh. No need to be nervous,” she said softly. “Just relax. This is my job.” She leaned in to kiss me and I felt myself relax. And even better, I felt my dick stir to life. I kissed her back, adding some tongue until we were enthusiastically making out and the line between work and pleasure was definitely being crossed.
I moved her to the bed, unhooking her bra and tugging down her panties as we kissed.
And a few moments later, I was sinking inside her, all the standard foreplay I typically excelled at rendered unnecessary. Mollie rode me like the goddamn pro that she was, tossing her hair back and gripping my thighs as she lifted herself up and down on my cock.
I kept my eyes trained on her, needing to stay in the scene and not look at the crew who were glued to our performance. The strangeness of the whole situation ensured I wasn’t going to blow too soon, something I’d been a little worried about.
My mind drifted unconsciously to Alexa and the way she looked in that little sundress. Her sweet innocence coupled with that feisty mouth of hers left me both turned on and confused. But I knew if I channeled my desire for Alexa into this performance, I would lose it. I opened my eyes and refocused on the girl in front of me.
Mollie moaned and gasped out high-pitched screeches that sounded incredibly fake. I was typically quiet during sex, preferring to hear the sounds of pleasure from the girl I was with, but her fake-sounding, over-the-top moans were grating on my nerves. Her screams built louder and I knew she was faking her orgasm. When her screams quieted to soft cries, her fake climax complete, all without any of the pleasure of feeling her pu**y pulse around me, I pulled out and rolled her onto her stomach so I could f**k her from behind and finish this in relative peace.
Chapter 6
Alexa
Over the next several days, I couldn’t get Cade out of my head no matter how hard I tried. It didn’t help that I’d visited the p**n website several times after finding he now had a video clip posted. I’d watched it numerous times, studying the ways his hands explored the girl’s body, and the rocking motion of his hips thrusting inside her, and the expressions of pleasure on his chiseled features. Each time I’d felt so dirty afterwards I’d had to scrub myself pink in the shower and bring some relief to my throbbing sexual need, all the while promising myself I wouldn’t watch it again.
Remembering his gentle nature with his sister made me feel even worse about using him for my viewing pleasure. Yet I still couldn’t keep my promise to myself about not watching the video. It was becoming a nightly routine, and had begun haunting my dreams. He still only had the one video clip, and I’d watched it so many times I now had it memorized. After realizing how silent Cade was, I watched it on mute from then on, not wanting to ruin it by listening to the girl’s annoying screams.
In the days that followed, my thoughts drifted repeatedly to Cade’s sweet little sister and the fierce determination that burned in her eyes. It broke my heart to realize they couldn’t afford physical therapy, and I inadvertently found myself visiting the physical therapy wing to ask a few questions of the therapist. It turned out that the severity of Lily’s impairment could range from minor and not requiring much ongoing care, to severe, requiring lifelong physical therapy to help with flexibility and discomfort.
I didn’t know which his sister had, but I had a pretty good notion that it was of the more serious nature, since she couldn’t walk unassisted. I’d watched as the therapist worked with another child on one of those giant exercise balls and an idea planted itself firmly in my mind.
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“Are you insane?” MacKenzie thrust the third paper cup of vending-machine coffee of the night at me. It was how we stayed awake and alert on the midnight shift.
I accepted the cup and dumped in a hefty dose of sugar, knowing the beverage needed it to make it drinkable. “So says the woman who thought sleeping with him was a good idea. That would have been insane. I’m just talking about going to see him again. I can’t stop thinking about that little girl, Kenz. And about how maybe I could help.”
She shook her head. “Is this like the time you went to drop off groceries to the homeless people under the bridge and nearly got abducted, or the time you volunteered at the animal shelter and almost got eaten by that pit bull?”