Without another word, he held my hand, and we walked into his bedroom. “Lay facedown on the bed. I’m gonna set up the camera to focus on your body from the neck down.”
I did as he instructed, and from my vantage point, I watched him move the equipment and make adjustments. My eyes slid shut, and a dreamy languor stole over me. Warm lips skimmed over my shoulders, and I sighed.
“Keep the pillows close.” His breath tickled my ear. “You’re gonna need them. Trust me. The camera’s set to start rollin’ in one minute. If you want to back out, now’s your chance.”
I rolled over for a second, my dick thrusting out hard and straight between us. “Does this look like I want to stop?”
Brightness flared in Cort’s eyes. “Then let’s go.”
He stood and faced the camera, and I turned so that only my back showed. I listened to him speak.
“So today, I got somethin’ different for you guys. A friend of mine’s agreed to join us, and we’re gonna put on a little show for y’all. I hope you’re ready for us to blow your minds.” He chuckled low and deep, a sexual sound so different from his normal voice. I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Then he began to kiss down my back. That I did like, and all thoughts fled from my mind except Cort’s lips and tongue creating a hot, wet path toward my ass. I moaned and clutched the sheets while spreading my legs.
“So soft. You taste so good. I wanna eat you up.”
This wasn’t pretend for the camera. Not from me or from Cort. My dick stiffened to a painful fullness, and I ached inside and out. Layer after layer of sensation piled up on me, and I jerked and quivered, drowning in the waves crashing over me.
“Touch me. Don’t stop.”
He’d reached my ass and spread me wide open. I felt no shame, only trust in the one person who’d never lost faith in me, never wanted anything from me except what I was willing to give.
“Please. Please.”
The tips of his fingers circled my rim, and I writhed, every nerve-ending on fire. In the past, because of how Mickey had treated me, I would’ve felt dirty and shameful craving to be touched like this by a man. But not with Cort. Everything about this moment was exactly how I wanted to be. Alive. Free.
Myself.
When he swept his tongue over me and pushed in, I sobbed, letting out everything I’d held inside forever. And as he predicted, I snatched the pillow and crammed the edge into my mouth, screaming. I wondered if the neighbors heard me, and I didn’t give a royal fuck if they did. With no effort, he flipped me over and began to tongue my dick, licking my whole length. He ran his hands up and down my thighs, their roughness sending me to the next level of ecstasy.
“Oh God, oh no, oh God.”
Cort took me in hand and began to jerk me off. My body shook, and a golden haze appeared before my tightly squeezed eyes. The world tilted out of control, and I spun. My orgasm exploded through me, and I came, shooting into his hand while uncontrollable tremors rippled through me.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful.” Cort nuzzled into my groin, then lapped at the sticky residue left over. “Taste so good, so sweet.”
I lay bathed in sweat, the pillow half covering my face, but Cort wasn’t done yet. I’d almost forgot he was performing and we had an audience. The thought that I’d been naked in front of who knows how many people didn’t freak me out. Rather, it was a bit of a turn-on. From beneath the pillow I cracked open an eye and watched him, fascinated by his performance.
“What’d y’all think? You liked that? Isn’t he amazing? That ass. That cock. Fucking hot, right?”
My face burned.
“You wanna see us do it again sometime? Tell me what you’d like, and I’ll see if my buddy’s into doing this again. Meanwhile, I got a hard-on here like nobody’s business. All for you. You like what you see?” He stood, and I heard the camera swivel to focus on him. His hips jerked to the rhythm of his hand sliding up and down. He bit his lower lip and panted.
“Look at me. Look.”
It didn’t matter if it was for show in front of a camera for money. I felt like he was talking only to me. The wildness in his eyes, his strong and beautiful body, held me captive.
“You do this to me. Want you so much.”
I held my breath as he stiffened and shook, his harsh cries echoing in the small bedroom. I watched him come, feet planted wide, cock jutting out, thick, reddened, and strong, and despite my earlier meltdown, my cock stirred and the ache of desire rolled through me again.
He swayed and sighed, then pointed to the camera. “Hope you enjoyed today’s show. If you liked it, a tip is always appreciated, and I look forward to seein’ y’all next time.” He sat on the bed, touched a button on the night table, and said in an oddly strained voice, “The camera’s off now. You can relax.”
“Good.” I sat up and grabbed his hand. “I saved the most important apology for last. Now I need to apologize to you.”
Chapter Thirteen
