“Evan, you’re mine,” he says, rocking his hips and thrusting into me again.
We’ve never made love like this before. The leg restraints give him the perfect angle to fuck me relentlessly, my open, restrained palms pushing against the headboard to keep me from hitting my head. It’s as though all of the frustration he’s had with me sexually and emotionally has come to a peak, and now I have to pay for it in the most intense pleasure imaginable. But he won’t let me get off, no. Not until he’s had his total and complete way with me.
But I might get off anyway, with the sound of his skin slapping against mine and the way my breasts jiggle with every one of his thrusts. But there isn’t time to find out. He releases a deep growl and pinches my clit roughly, sending me over the edge the moment that he does.
“FUCK!” I scream as my entire body tenses. He leans over, resting his forehead between my breasts as he comes. His fingers that have been gripping my ass relax as the last wave of intensity courses through my body, and I murmur his name.
He pulls out of me, sliding his body downward until his face is level with the apex of my thighs. He licks up my slit, tongue swirling around my clit. I convulse, the pleasure too raw post-orgasm.
When he unties both my feet and my hands, he can finally collapse on top of me. His panting subsides, and he captures my mouth with his. I whimper into him. He tugs gently at my hair again, pulling me back enough to look into my eyes. “I love those noises,” he tells me breathlessly. “But they really do drive me insane.”
“And I mean it when I say that I love driving you insane.”
He kisses my lips gently as the door clicks. I crane my neck to see that we’re now alone—Britain and Jaime have left the room.
“How much do you want to bet—”
“That they’re about to have crazy, animalistic sex?” he finishes for me, and I giggle.
He pushes the hair out of my eyes. “Evan, that was fucking incredible. But only because I am so helplessly in love with you. Whenever I’m with you in front of the camera, it’s not just another job. I completely lose myself. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and know I’ll never feel this way again.” His lips flutter against my jaw, and I shut my eyes tight. “I need you, and I’ll do anything not to lose you. I won’t go back to Costa Rica. I’ll never shoot a single photo with a person other than you again. As long as you’ll have me.”
I open my mouth to speak, but there’s nothing I can say to top his words. Instead, I cup his jaw and kiss him deeply. Even in the midst of these tacky black sheets and fetish leather and chains—even after exploiting our most intimate moment ever, I still feel completely at home with him.
I have a good feeling that this will never change.
Britain
I never thought I’d ever be this sexually adventurous.
Jaime and I don’t find some bedroom and immediately have sex after shooting Dallas and Evan. Instead, we go down to the miniature theatre on the same floor as the dungeons and watch as Ella and Miguel partake in their shoot. Under A.J.’s instructions, they’re onstage in raunchy Shakespearian garb and going all the way. It’s taking voyeurism to a whole other literal meaning, but not anywhere near as sexy as Dallas and Evan. Maybe because their attraction is so intensely real—it blows all of these phonies out of the water.
And I’m still riding on the waves of witnessing them.
I sit between Jaime’s legs on the balcony stairs. My short knit dress and knee-length boots are entirely immodest to be sitting on the ground, albeit perfect for him. When I’ve given up at believing he’ll eventually keep his hands to himself, I let my legs fall open, hoping that no one on set or in the house will decide to join us up here.
His hand dips beneath the fabric of my panties. “I knew I’d find you soaked,” he murmurs in my ear, slipping a finger into my pussy. “You little voyeur, you.”
“So what?” I gasp as he adds another finger.
He changes the subject. “So you briefly indulged me in some of your teenage fantasies, but never gave me the chance.” He slides his fingers out and back in again. I allow my head to fall back against his shoulder, spreading my legs wider to give him better access.
“You were sixteen, making me—what—twenty? We were at the Alfred’s for Jenny’s pool party, remember?”
“Mmmhmm,” I hum, bucking into his fingers.
“You were in this small red bikini and I thought I was going to hell because you were underage and I couldn’t keep my dick down long enough to get out of the pool.”
My giggle turns into a soft moan as he pulls his fingers out again to circle my clit.
“I must have gotten off five times that night.” His hand cups my breast over my sweater. “Thinking about peeling off that wet bikini, warming your perfect breasts with my mouth.” The pressure on my clit increases. “You writhing beneath me as I tasted your sweet pussy for the first time.”
I release a strangled whimper as I come, bucking against his hand. He claps his free hand over my mouth and holds me roughly against him until my shuddering ceases, and then chuckles against my ear. “Did you like that story?”
“Why did you always act like all you wanted to do was pester and torture me, then?” I gasp.
“Because, Brit, I couldn’t let myself openly toy with the idea of being with you.”
“Because I was young?”
“You were my best friend’s sister and always off limits.” He plants a soft kiss against my throat and pulls his hand from beneath my dress. “Plus, you were too good for me. You’ve always been too good for me.”
I’m about to argue—to tell him how wrong he is—when I see Dallas and Evan walk into the theatre. I snap my legs together and pull down my dress. “I have to tell them.”
“About the pictures?” Jaime sighs and releases his grip on me. “Go on.”
I stumble when I stand, legs still wobbly from just getting off. When I make my way downstairs, I notice that they’ve both been through hair and makeup again and are wearing robes. Evan looks so sexed up that she practically glows. When she sees me, she wrinkles her nose. “Was that weird for you?”
“What?” Then I realize what she means. “Oh.” I wave my hand in front of my face dismissively. “It’s not like I didn’t hear you every day in May… in the shower, in your room, on the couch, in the pool.”
Evan bites her lip, and I swear Dallas blushes. Some AA goon tells us to be quiet in the audience, and I flip him the bird, even though it’s dark and I’m sure he didn’t see me.
“Did the photos turn out good?” she asks me.
I scratch my head. “About that.”
“Oh, no.”
“It’s nothing like that. They turned out great. Fucking amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I’m not ready to give them up to AA when I know how crazy and invasive they are.” I shrug. “Who’s to say they won’t just take the pictures, use the smuttiest ones, and not even give me credit? Or hire me back?”
Evan furrows her eyebrows and whispers, “So what are you going to do? Leave the magazine for good?”
I’m about to respond when A.J. barks, “Rylan! About damn time.” He looks to one of his cronies and points to Evan and Dallas. “Get her and the boy upstairs and prep them on the set. I’ll be up in a few.”
The AA crew member ushers Dallas and Evan upstairs. I follow them reluctantly, watching their clasped hands swing back and forth in front of me.
Jaime joins us when we’re upstairs, along with several other models, including Delilah and Adam. It seems like everyone is antsy to discover what A.J. has planned for the dream couple, or maybe hoping to get a glimpse of the two of them having sex. Evan and I never got to finish our conversation. The photos I took were supposed to relieve her and Dallas from having sex in front of A.J.