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I looked out onto the city. One wall of windows looked out over Lake Ontario and the other over the city. The CN Tower stood strong and proud in the distance in between other condo and business high-rises.
The view might be great, but I was a suburban girl at heart. I loved my house, loved my quiet neighborhood and local grocery store. While this place was nice for an evening, it wasn’t somewhere I’d want to live permanently.
Ben took me around the condo, showing me his equipment, introducing me to the cast and crew. It wasn’t until we were face-to-face that I noticed the actor filming the scene was the “hottest porn star alive”—the same guy I had admired that day in my living room when I scoured the White Lace website with Sadie and Grace. Heat rushed up from my neck when I shook his hand. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t embarrassed, but it was weird that even though he was fully clothed, I knew what he looked like naked. More importantly, I knew what his penis looked like erect.
“Nice to meet you,” I squeaked out. He flipped his hair out of his eye and grinned. He looked a lot younger in person. He looked…my age.
“Everly, are you blushing?” Ben asked.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
“I…” I cleared my throat, trying to maintain some kind of dignity. “I’ve just seen your work.”
“Sweet.” He winked. “I hope you enjoy the show.”
Hot guy left us and headed for the corner of the room, where he did push-ups against the wall.
Next, Ben took me to the kitchen, where an older woman unwrapped large trays of food. He sidled up to her and stole a carrot from the tray. “This is Aida. She’s our set mother. She’s in charge of the food and drinks. She keeps us nourished. Isn’t that right, Aida?”
She waved him off, as if unwrapping the food was more important than anything Ben had to say.
Aida looked about the same age as my mother and I wondered if she was a former porn star.
Just before the games were about to begin, Max got a call and stepped into the hallway. It didn’t stop Ben from calling, “Action.”
I watched, and I squirmed. Max had been right. Watching two people who were in sync was mesmerizing. Just like them, I forgot where I was. For a moment, I forgot who I was, because every time the actor’s tongue slid across her pussy, I felt it on my own. Every time he thrust into her mouth and she took his cock deep, I felt the bump at the back of my throat. I leaned over the breakfast bar, pressing my stomach into the counter. I wasn’t into voyeurism—at least I didn’t think I was—but this was turning me on.
“Are you turned on yet?”
I shot up. Max’s voice sounded over my shoulder. I hadn’t noticed him return. But now, no longer engrossed, I felt his warmth behind me, the nuzzle against my neck.
He arms snaked around me and clamped together against my pelvis, pulling me hard to his body. I gasped, then squirmed, trying to weasel my way out of his grip, but he held me tight.
I looked from the actors to the crew; to Ben, who had his face buried in the camera; to the makeup artist, who was now more interested in her smartphone.
“If I swipe my fingers between your thighs, will they be wet?”
I sucked in a breath. My body was on fire. At least its what I imagined being on fire would feel like, overwhelming heat and searing, blinding sensation—only this felt good.
His hands found my thighs and he used his knee to nudge my legs open. Gently, he glided his hands between my legs. Even though the thick fabric of my jeans blocked him, I still felt the zing against my clit.
“Did you like when he licked her pussy?” He’d missed all the foreplay. Right now the couple in front of me were on their second sex position. But he damn well knew what I liked, considering it was what I singled out yesterday. “Was he good at it?”
“I…I think so.” He’d gone to town on her flesh, moaning, groaning, and licking with fervor.
“Would you like him to lick your pussy?”
I shook my head. Even if he did know what he was doing, even if he had the skill to bring me to orgasm in five seconds, there was only one mouth I wanted between my thighs. It was the same mouth that now peppered open-mouth kisses along my neck and shoulders.
“That’s right.” He pressed his hands to the juncture of my thighs. “Because this pussy is mine.”
I moaned, and dropped my chest to the counter, spreading my arms out to the side. The granite was cool against my cheek.
“And I can do what I want with it.”
His hard-on nudged my ass, but that hardness was overpowered when his fingers gripped the waist of my jeans. He reached around, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper. I even heard the low tick, tick, tick above the screams of ecstasy on the couch in front of me.
He pulled them down, along with my panties, until they were around my knees.
