“I have to go,” I told my client, closing my legs while he wiped himself off.
“I saw your new videos,” he said. “You’ve got a man now?”
I smiled, putting my bra and underwear back on. “Yeah. He’s sweet.”
“As sweet as me?”
“No one’s as sweet as you.”
He forwarded me another $200.
“You’re a darling.” He laughed. “Well, look, I’d be willing to pay double for both of you.”
“What?” I narrowed my eyes.
“Yeah, if he does what I tell him, and you do what I tell you.” John shrugged. “Could be fun.”
I tried to imagine Jericho going for that, and the thought made me giggle. “I’ll ask.”
“Good. Thank you for the fun. See you in a few days.”
I ended the chat and sat back, considering John’s offer. Jericho had been pretty clear about not sharing me with anyone else. Did a live session as Aurora and Kaleb count as a threesome? That might be cutting it too close. Maybe we could open it up to my entire fan base, even if John wouldn’t get our sole focus.
I got off the bed and put my laptop on the dresser, smiling at the sight of Jericho making my mom laugh on the monitor. He waved goodbye to her and headed toward the basement, the door opening before his boots thundered down the stairs. He slowed when he made eye contact with me, dragging his gaze down my outfit and back up again.
I was still in my lingerie from the call with John.
He’d specifically told me to be naked, on my knees, thigh-high stockings in place, and ready for his scene.
“You’re early.” I raised an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips.
Jer narrowed his blue eyes and closed the distance between us, grabbing me around the waist and pulling my pelvis close to his. “I couldn’t wait to get here. Not after the way you teased me all day.”
I disentangled myself from his arms and went to the dresser, digging around for the white linen tights. “Well, I still have to change.”
“You have client calls earlier?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip as naughty ideas brewed in my heart. “John wants to watch both of us.”
That got his attention, and Jer’s eyes grew wide.
“He said he’d pay double.”
He pursed his lips. “What’s he paying now?”
I shrugged. “At least two hundred an hour. But I walked away with nearly a grand tonight.”
“A grand?” Jer’s eyes bulged. “You think my dick’s worth a grand?”
I smiled, going back to him, grabbing his ass, and giving it a big squeeze. “Baby, your dick’s worth much more than that to me.”
He laughed and ran a finger down the center of my nose. “Take off the bra and panties. Put on the tights.” He smacked my butt, jostling the plug I’d put in there earlier, and moved to the camera, checking the settings to make sure everything was the way he wanted it. I stripped down, stuffing my legs into the thigh highs before bouncing over to the bed.
Digging my fingers into the soft comforter, I waited for him to get ready. He took off his cut, putting it at the far end of the room so it’d be completely out of the frame, but he left his long-sleeved shirt on, my idea to keep his tattoos hidden. The MC had enemies, and Jer didn’t want to put me in danger if anyone recognized him, which I respected.
Then he turned to face me, the heat in his gaze simmering my blood.
“Aurora.” His deep voice rattled through me, pushing me into the right headspace for what was about to happen. We’d spent most of the day preparing. He knew my limits. He knew what I wanted out of this scene. So now? There was nothing more to do than do it.
“Kaleb.”
He wrapped his mask around his face, tied it at the back, and came closer, stopping at the edge of the bed.
I grinned, re-adjusting my lace covering and pushing up on my knees so we were eye level.
“Did you do what I told you?” He kissed my forehead. My temple. My cheek. My neck. Everywhere but my lips. “You were a good girl?”
Again, I nodded. “I was so good for you. Everyone else can try to make me come, but only you know how to do it right, Kaleb.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He pushed me until I lay on my back and adjusted me so we were at the best angle for the audience, his hands on either side of my hips to hold himself over my body.
“Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip.
“Tell me.”
God, he was so fucking hot when he talked to me like that. “Lick me, please. I’ve been so desperate for you.”
He smiled and disappeared down my body, trailing a line across the center of my stomach and teasing closer to the skin that had throbbed for him all day. He pressed his strong fingers into my knees, holding me open for him and spreading me farther so the camera got a good view. I nearly arched off the bed when his tongue speared through me.
I might live for a thousand years and the sensation of Jericho between my legs would never cease to make me weak. He read me like a book, waiting for my reactions and rubbing his hands over the insides of my thighs and up my body. He circled one around my throat, creating the illusion of holding me down while he ate me out. He fingered me and scratched my legs and worked me like he owned me.
And Jesus Christ, when I came, my entire body exploded. Hard. I fisted my hands in his hair. He slipped two fingers inside me, pumping me, the euphoria of this moment yanking me under its spell.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck yeah, Aurora.”
The release decimated me. Every muscle in my body clenched, and I curled into a ball, but Jericho kept going, kept working me until I was too sensitive and had to push him away.
Maybe it was the buildup of the whole day or the flickers of emotion crushing my chest, but this climax took me over in a way I’d never experienced before. It pulled me apart and put me back together, and when the world finally righted itself, my head was woozy and the world had gone hazy.
“Stop.” The word sounded breathless and scratchy, like someone had sandblasted my vocal cords. “Stop. Stop.” I opened my eyes and glanced down at my body where he stood at the edge of the bed, wiping at his mouth, his forearms and chest completely drenched.
I took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh, my cunt pulsing in arousal at the sight.
“That”—he pointed to me and the wet blankets under me—“was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You squirted fucking everywhere.” He took a step back toward the camera. “I hope we got that.” Jericho grabbed at his dick over his jeans while he messed with the screen. “Jesus, it looks even better on camera.”
“Kaleb,” I lay down, a heady urge overwhelming my nerves. “I need you.”
He flicked his attention back to me and grinned. “Yeah? What do you need?”
“Will you fuck me?”
He smirked and stood between my legs again, running his hands down my thighs and up to my hips before circling my waist. “Is that all? A good fucking?”
Who didn’t?
When I nodded, he unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down before shucking them to his ankles and stepping out of them.
“Get your mouth over here. I need something, too.”
He went back for the camera while I turned around and laid my head off the bed. I knew this was coming. I knew what he wanted, and after what he’d just done to me, I couldn’t wait to return the favor. Jericho filmed himself fucking my throat in his POV, something he loved after I’d done it to him last night.
My secret talent? I had no gag reflex. Whatsoever.
I breathed in through my nose and gathered all my spit in my mouth, making it extra sloppy and wet for the audience. The goal of any good face fuck was to be disgusting by the end. Makeup all over my face. Mascara running down my cheeks. He wanted me destroyed, so he took his time. Slow. Commanding. And I moaned and dribbled and squealed. Because it made a good video.
He stopped and pulled out, flipping me around so I could sit up.
“Oh, look at you. You messy little slut.” He wiped his hand over my face, smearing it in, and I smiled, my cheeks burning in the best way. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, please.” I rolled over onto my hands and knees, anticipating the next part and knowing I had planned for it all day. He’d known, too. He’d wanted to do this.
But when his eyes landed on the pink jewel just above my pussy, he froze. He gripped the tip of his dick and swallowed. “Aurora… are you sure?”
His hesitation made me pause, and I smiled, trying to reassure him. He thought he was too big. He thought he’d hurt me. But that was a bunch of stupid shit Nikki put in his head. I’d done anal lots of times, and I couldn’t wait to come impaled on that monster.
“My safe word’s crimson.” I wiggled my butt, inviting him back. “I’ll tell you if I need to stop.”
He took another step closer, clearing his throat as he regained Kaleb’s cocky swagger. Positioning us so we were in the shot, he lined himself up at my pussy and inched inside. I wilted into the pose with my head between my arms. My grin grew wider as he rubbed his hands up my back and down again before latching onto my hips.
Once he was inside, I moaned and rocked against him.
God, he felt so big, filling me completely. Not just with his cock, but with his affection and adoration and filthy fucking mouth.
Jer never wasted any time. He fucked me hard, pulling out only to surge back in rough and deep. He spanked me and pinned me down by the head, owning me in front of the whole fucking internet.
It was when he stopped that the excitement swelled inside me.
Time for the grand finale.
Different strokes for different folks, okay? Some people didn’t like anal. Some people tolerated it. But me? Just another pleasure center, baby.
When he inched out the plug, angling it up and down to maneuver it without hurting me, I clenched my hands into fists and I bit my bottom lip, arching my butt up higher to tell him I was desperate for it.
The cool lube hit my ass next, and he smeared it around, pushing some inside and twisting his fingers as he pulled them out, giving me a teaser of what was to come.
“I can’t believe you’re going to let me do this, you nasty girl.”
I groaned, teasing the tip of his dick with my butt. “I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
“We don’t want that, do we?”
The only bad part was the stretch when he first squeezed himself inside, and it took me a few seconds to get used to him. He pushed in, pulled out, pushed in, pulled out. Pushed farther this time, finally surging past that second ring of muscle. When he put his hands on my hips and tilted just right, my entire world came apart.
I knew true ecstasy. I was experiencing it for all the world to see.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” Jer moved us so he sat on the edge of the bed and my feet were perched on his knees. From this angle, the camera could see him fiddle with my clit and fuck me extra deep.
It took five minutes.
Maybe less.
My pleasure and euphoria ramped up to a level I’d never experienced with anyone else. Was it him? Was it being filmed? Was it all of it? I didn’t know. But when my climax pulled me under this time, I squirted again, all over the floor, consuming me and my sense with it.
After that, I became his flimsy rag doll. My legs couldn’t hold me up anymore, so he had to put me back on the bed and wrap his arms around my waist while he finished. He groaned and pulled out and came all over my back while I lay there, grinning like an idiot in my new level of serotonin-soaked bliss.
It hit me while I teetered on the brink of subspace. Somewhere along the line, this had stopped being about making money and started being about him. Us. I liked fucking Jericho, perhaps too much.
I never wanted to fuck anyone else ever again. I never wanted to film with anyone else. I never wanted anyone else inside me. For me, it was Jericho, and that was a big, stupid problem.