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Caught on Camera: Part Three
ISBN # 978-1-78430-386-0
©Copyright Lily Harlem 2015
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Edited by Rebecca Douglas
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CAUGHT ON CAMERA: PART THREE
Lily Harlem
Part three in the Caught on Camera serial
Reece Carter had never set his sights on porn stardom before, but it seems now that’s exactly where
he’s heading, as well as Las Vegas.
With the next scene of Slippery Slots about to be filmed, Reece can’t help but feel anxious.
Now in Las Vegas and with The Strip his new playground, thoughts of the hung-like-a-
donkey cowboy about to join the action are never far away.
Just as well he has Cade to distract him. Sexy, giving, beautiful Cade who somehow ‘gets’
what Reece is worrying about and smoothes out the wrinkles, as well as filling him with
confidence.
As it turns out, there’s no need for worry and with every move, kiss and lick caught on
camera, the ménage a trois scene starring Grayson from Texas kicks off in spectacular style.
With two sexy men attending his every need, Reece knows he has the best job on Earth and
he’s getting paid handsomely for it. Wow, he hit the jackpot big time when he met Cade, and
now all of his hot-spots are being hit with the same blissfully satisfying intensity.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following
wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
The Luxor: MGM Resorts International
The Bellagio: MGM Resorts International
Paris Hotel: Paris Las Vegas, Caesars Entertainment Corporation
Excalibur Hotel: MGM Resorts International
Stetson: John B. Stetson Company
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Chapter Twelve
Reece had never been over the Atlantic Ocean before so Cade, who had once, let him sit
by the window.
He was amazed at the cold expanses of snow as they traveled high over Greenland and
Canada, then excited to see icebergs floating in the dark water. They looked tiny from thirty-
five thousand feet in the air but he knew they must be enormous to be visible from such a
height.
Across the aisle, Donna and Jack were plugged into their personal screens, and Cade
was sleeping next to him with his headphones on. The movie Cade had been watching
finished ages ago and it was just a blank screen. Reece didn’t bother to turn it off or adjust it.
The rest would do Cade good, because they’d been on the go non-stop since yesterday.
It had been a whirlwind of packing and shutting up his flat after filming the first scene
of Slippery Slots. He’d signed a contract—agreeing to star in the entire movie in return for ten
thousand pounds and all expenses paid.
All expenses paid. Reece had never had all expenses paid before, not even a free lunch.
He couldn’t quite believe he was on his way to Las Vegas and the plane ticket hadn’t cost
him a penny. He usually budgeted all year for a fortnight in Magaluf with his mates.
“Would you like another drink, sir?”
Reece looked up at the air stewardess. “Er, yes please—a beer if you have one.”
“Certainly. And your friend?”
Reece looked at Cade, who was now not just his friend but Reece’s lover and co-star.
“No, leave him sleeping.”
She nodded and passed him a can of beer and a plastic glass.
Reece popped the pull, poured then looked at Cade. He was so damn handsome in a
dark, brooding, sexy-as-fuck way. Yet Reece knew that he could turn on the charm, be
teasing and cocky and also serious and organized. There was something about Cade that
made Reece feel warm inside—like he really wasn’t alone for the first time in what felt like
forever.
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He studied the way Cade’s stubble—trimmed and neat—coated his top lip, was
carefully sculpted around his jaw then faded down his throat. It was neater now than on that
first day he’d met him in the Henley-Smythe’s garden and they’d shagged in the light of day.
Scrubbing up and a bit of personal grooming had been required for the porn movie they
were the new lead actors of and there was no doubt about it… Cade scrubbed up well.
Reece sipped on his beer then reached for the Slippery Slots script from the front pocket
of his backpack. He opened it up and hoped the person behind wouldn’t read between the
gap in the seats. If they did, they were likely in for a shock, unless of course gay porn was
their thing.
He’d had time to flick through the next dozen pages of the script, but not really any
chance to study it or learn his lines. He zipped past the first big scene. They’d done that in
England. Reece smiled. It had been fun. Champagne, strawberries, blow jobs and fucking on
a bed of black silk sheets and red rose petals. He’d been given permission to ad lib if
necessary and, even though it was his first time knowingly performing on film, he’d taken
that a step further and switched himself to top when it had come to the grand finale.
He snuck another look at Cade.
His head had rolled to the left a little, so Reece shifted his pillow so he wouldn’t get a
crick in his neck. He looked so relaxed now, not like when Reece had said, “Turn your cute
arse around and let me get you ready.” No, then Cade’s mouth had dropped open and
surprise had crossed his eyes. But he’d done it, despite it being in the script that Reece get
fucked. Cade had done as Reece had asked and let him at his sexy arse.
And damn, it had been good. Just like when Cade had shoved his cock in Reece’s hole
the day before, the orgasm had been spectacular. With the camera there, too, catching all the
deliciously carnal details, Reece was actually looking forward to seeing the film and
watching himself in action. He’d also be able to see more of Cade—since he’d been behind
him, thrusting, pounding, building them both up to climax—because the camera had
zoomed in and around Cade, catching his expressions, as well as the moment he’d spunked
onto the bed.
Reece shifted on the airplane seat—his cock stiffening in his jeans. He shook his head.
Damn, since meeting Cade he’d become sex-obsessed, but at least that made up for the dry
spell he’d endured. When he thought about it now, he realized he hadn’t known just how
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much he’d missed it. Being hurt by Matthew had sent him into self-inflicted celibacy for too
long.
He flicked forward to the next scene in the script. It was set in a hotel room in Vegas,
The Luxor, and started off with dialog about a threesome fantasy, which included a new
character called Grayson, played by Bret Hadden.
Reece continued to read, hardly taking any notice of the lines he was supposed to be
learning, just utterly and completely caught up in the steamy scene. Clothes were ripped off,
cocks were hard and everyone was having a great time.
When he reached the end of the scene, Reece quickly shut the script and tucked it away.
He looked out of the window again at a whisper of clouds just beneath the plane. Jesus, he
was going to be part of that scene soon, doing those things with not just Cade but Bret too.
He had to. He’d signed up for it.
He’d signed up for a ménage a trois.
He couldn’t deny it wasn’t something he hadn’t daydreamed about in the past, even
wanked off to on occasion—just thinking about having two cocks to pleasure him—in his
arse, his mouth, his hands full. What about seeing Cade get fucked while he shoved his cock
into Cade’s mouth and felt all the vibrations of his pleasure around his shaft? Damn, that
would be hot.
Desire washed through him again, stiffening his already interested cock a little more.
He reached for the standard issue airline blanket and covered his lap.
“What’s up?” Cade asked quietly.
Reece looked at him. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah, needed that kip though.” He removed his headphones.
“Your movie finished.”
“Yeah, it was crap.” Cade reached for Reece’s beer and took a mouthful. “You look
flushed, Reece. What are you thinking about?”
“I was reading the script.”
“Oh yeah.” One side of Cade’s mouth tipped into a smile. “And do you like what we’ve
got in store for us next?”
“Who is this Bret Hadden guy who plays Grayson? Someone you know?”
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“Yeah, a bloke I was in Spain with on shoot. He’s nice, a real pro, and hung like a
fucking donkey.”
“Okay.”
“And without lube, you’d be torn in two.”
“Good to know.” Reece tried not to look panicked. This was a guy who was going to
fuck him. He liked a big cock as much as the next bloke, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready
for a hung-like-a-donkey-porn-star shoving into him. He’d only been in the adult movie
industry a day.
“Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be next to you, holding your hand,” Cade said.
“You mean next to me with your dick in my mouth,” Reece said, indicating the script
that he’d slotted away.
“Yeah, that too.” Cade leaned across and touched his lips to Reece’s cheek. “I promise it
will be fine. More than fine. We’ll have a fucking amazing time with Bret.”
“I hope so.”
Cade waggled his eyebrows. “Reece, you have a hard-on just thinking about a
threesome… Imagine the real thing? It will blow your mind.”
* * * *
“Wow.” Reece stopped just inside the doorway of their hotel room and dropped his bag
to the floor. “There must be some fucking mistake.”
“No mistake,” Cade said, flicking the porter ten dollars. “Thanks, mate.”
The porter nodded then left them alone, shutting the door behind him.
“This is what Tom pays for, the room—which, of course, is also the set—so he doesn’t
mind spending the money on it. And there’s no point us having a separate room, is there?
Might as well make the most of being the stars and enjoying the privilege that comes with it.”
He strolled to the black windows that slanted into the room. “And that’s living in the lap of
luxury for a week.”
The Luxor was a pyramid-shaped building meaning all the rooms’ windows were at an
angle, but it didn’t detract from the opulence of the place. It was decorated in gold and black
with a red carpet and red accessories, including an enormous scattering of cushions on the
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bed. A huge picture of a blackjack table hung over a cabinet set with fresh flowers and a bowl
of fruit.
“Fuck, it has another room through here,” Reece said, wandering into what appeared to
be a lounge, complete with fully stocked bar area in the corner.
“Cool,” Cade said, running his hand over the back of a plush velvet chair then
following Reece.
“It’s more than cool. This is the poshest place I’ve ever been in.” Reece gawped around.
Cade walked up to him and pulled him close. “Get used to it, sexy, ’cause you’re a star.
This is how stars live.”
Reece smiled and kissed him.
Reece still couldn’t get used to the fact that Cade was his to kiss. It all felt so natural,
like it was meant to be. As for being a star, that would take a bit of getting used to, but he’d
cope if it meant he got to hang out here—for free.
“You know that stiffy you had halfway across the Atlantic?” Cade murmured.
“Yeah?” Reece said.
“Still got it?”
“I reckon.”
“Want to do something about it?”
“Well, we could just call it rehearsing.”
Cade tipped his head back and laughed. “Fuck, I got lucky when you wandered in to
the Henley-Smythes’.”
“And don’t you know it.” Reece grinned too.
“Let’s explore,” Cade said. “There’s bound to be a shower around here somewhere and
I don’t know about you, but I’m still grimy from packing in Wiltshire and ready to wash that
dirt away.”
Reece was happy to follow Cade toward another doorway that did indeed lead into a
bathroom.
But it wasn’t any old bathroom. It was a lavish en suite with golden taps, a roll-top bath
on golden legs and a massive walk-in shower with huge golden shower sprays that were set
into the walls, as well as overhead.
“Well it’s a bit shabby, but it’ll do,” Reece said, squeezing Cade’s hand.
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Cade grinned and glanced around the top of the room.
“What are you doing?” Reece asked.
“Just checking for cameras.”
“What?” Reece mimicked him, scanning the corners of the room. “You really think he
would?”
“Nah, not really, but doesn’t hurt to check.”
“What, like I should have in the garden that time?”
Cade pulled him close. “You complaining?”
“Well, now the shock of unwittingly being filmed getting fucked senseless has died
down, I guess not.”
“You loved it.”
Reece shrugged. He had loved their first-time movie it was true, but he couldn’t deny
being filmed without knowing that was the case was still a bit of a sore subject.
“It’s fine in here,” Cade said. “Come on. Let’s get soaped up.”
“I think it’s going to get dirty, this getting clean business.”
“Oh yeah.” Cade released Reece’s hand, yanked off his boots then started to peel off the
jeans and sweater he’d traveled in. “You can count on that.”
Reece toed off his shoes, then tossed his jeans and boxers onto an ornate-backed
burgundy chair before adding his navy polo to the pile.
Reece’s cock was hard. It wasn’t from memories of the script or from what he and Cade
had done before. He was hard for now—this—a wonderful moment that really was just the
two of them.
No audience, no cameras and no hidden agenda. This would just be about pleasure.
Pure pleasure.
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Chapter Thirteen
Reece stepped into the large shower cubicle. Cade had already turned on the water and
it fell down like he imagined it would in the rainforest. Hard, long shots of water that came
in streams from above and beat against his shoulders.
Cade looked amazing—big and dark and wet. His body hair hugged his torso and the
streams of water ran down him in rivulets, carving around his honed muscles then down to
his erect cock.
“Damn, you’re hot,” Reece said, reaching for the soap. “And filthy too.”
Cade smiled. “So soap me up.”
Reece rubbed his hands together and created a lather. “I’ll soap you up, but being
clean? I reckon that’s a lost cause.” He placed his hands on Cade’s chest and rubbed the soap
around. It was a moment of bliss and something he’d never dreamed he’d actually get the
chance to do when he’d admired Cade from an upstairs window a few days ago.
“I like your hands on me,” Cade said, looking into Reece’s eyes.
“I like having my hands on you.” Reece dipped his fingers lower and watched as the
frothy bubbles tangled in Cade’s belly hair then caught in his thick pubes.
“Mmm,” Cade said, closing his eyes and tipping his face up to the water.
Reece took Cade’s cock in his hand and gave him a firm rub from root to tip.
Cade reached out and pressed his hands on the glass surrounding the shower. “Ah
fuck, yeah…”
Reece smiled and settled his mouth on Cade’s stretched neck. The stubble scratched his
lips and dragged against the tip of his nose. “Keep still,” he murmured. “Let me adore you.”
Cade stiffened in his hand as more blood bloated his erection.
Reece set up a steady rhythm, unhurried but firm. He kissed and licked Cade’s neck,
the hollow of his throat then over his collarbone. The water seeped into his mouth as he
pushed his tongue out. On and on he went, until Cade was solid and hot and trembling.
Cade moaned and his hips jerked. “I’m not going to last long.”
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“Come whenever you want to,” Reece said. “We have all night if you want to delay or if
you can’t, then spurt right now.”
“Oh, God,” Cade said, opening his eyes. “I can’t wait any longer, your hand on me…”
He looked down, his eyes heavy, drugged almost. “You’re so… We’re so…”
Reece stared downwards, too, at his fingers wrapped around Cade’s dark, thick shaft.
When he pushed his fist to the root Cade’s tip bulged forwards and the slit elongated as he
drew down the skin.
“Come,” Reece said, water running over his face and falling from his chin. “Let me see
you come in my hand.”
Cade clasped Reece’s shoulder. “It’s here.”
Reece was sure he could feel the cum traveling up Cade’s shaft in a fast pulsing wave. It
shot from the end, some landing on Reece’s thigh but mostly dropping to the floor.
Cade moaned long and loud and it echoed around the cubicle, bouncing from the walls,
the roof and the floor and mixing with the sound of the water crashing down.
On and on Reece jerked on Cade’s shaft, drawing more spunk from him.
Cade dug his fingers into Reece’s flesh and he pressed his forehead on Reece’s
shoulder.
“That’s it, keep coming,” Reece said, loving how extended Cade’s orgasm was. “Keep
coming.”
“Ah, fuck, don’t stop,” Cade gasped, thrusting his hips forward and ramming his cock
harder into Reece’s fist. “More…”
Reece gave him it and felt the warmth of another string of cum filling his hand.
“Yes,” Cade hissed. “That’s it…ah…”
Reece tilted Cade’s chin and placed his mouth over his. He kissed him hard, shoving his
tongue in as he slowed the movements on Cade’s cock.
Cade returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Reece, holding onto him and
pressing into him.
“Jesus,” Cade said eventually. “That was really something else.”
“Don’t tell me you haven’t had a hand job before?” Reece said with a smile.
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“Yeah, of course, just not from you.” Cade grinned—his cheeks were red and his lips a
little puffy from their kisses. “And being here, with what we’ve got in store. That script…”
He shrugged. “I dunno, I guess it just made me feel like we’re so close.”
“We are. It’s been quick but fuck, when you know, you know.”
“Yeah and I know that your big, hard knob is jabbing into my belly,” Cade said, pulling
back and glancing between them.
He was right, Reece’s erection was standing proud, the veins bulging, and the warm
water had turned it shiny and dark.
“Want me to return the favor?” Cade asked.
“Well, I wouldn’t say no,” Reece said. He needed relief desperately. The truth was if
Cade didn’t return the favor, he’d have to sort himself out.
“So turn around,” Cade said, shifting and pushing on Reece’s shoulders so that he
leaned back against the tiled wall in the spot he’d been in seconds earlier. “And hold on.”
The pressure building in the base of Reece’s belly was delicious and it dragged to his
cock, arse and balls in a needy wave of anticipation.
Cade kissed Reece’s chest then squatted and planted kisses on his abdomen. He got to
his knees so his mouth was level with Reece’s cock.
“Oh, God…really?” Reece said, staring at Cade.
“Yeah, I was pissed that I couldn’t suck you till you came on set. I had to stop to give
Tom what he wanted, fucking, but given the choice, I’d have brought you to orgasm with my
mouth.” He paused and took hold of Reece’s cock. “Which is what I’m going to do now.”
Reece locked his knees and did the same as Cade had done, stretched out his arms to
brace against the sides of the cubicle. “Okay,” he managed.
He held his breath as Cade opened his mouth wide and took the tip of his cock between
his lips. The water flowed down Reece’s face, over his nose and lips and cascaded around his
dick.
Cade looked up at him. His lashes were wet and his hair plastered to his head.
As their gazes connected, Cade poked the tip of his tongue into Reece’s slit. Not a little
bit but a long way, easing it open and wide.
The stinging, stretching sensation zipped down Reece’s cock to his balls and he hissed
in a breath. “Fuck.” It was good but also new.
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Cade was still studying him carefully and with his tongue pressed into Reece’s tip, he
massaged Reece’s shaft—tight, smooth strokes, eased by the water.
“Mmm…” Reece said. “That’s good.”
Cade didn’t answer. Instead, he moved his tongue and took Reece’s cock deep into his
mouth.
Reece watched, slackened his jaw and held his breath. The inside of Cade’s mouth was
amazing. Hot and wet and slippery, it hugged his cock snug.
Cade kept on going, taking more and more of Reece’s shaft. He’d shut his eyes now, as
though concentrating.
“That’s so deep,” Reece gasped. “So fucking deep I can feel your damn tonsils, I swear.”
A tickle spread over his balls—Cade was exploring him there and gently massaging.
The cum was being agitated, the pressure building.
Cade pulled back, revealing Reece’s shaft then he sank down again.
Reece groaned and tipped his head upward. The water sluiced down onto his face,
adding to the sensations in his body. He’d been transported to Heaven—it was the only
explanation.
He parted his legs as Cade searched behind his bollocks, rubbing and teasing the sliver
of skin between his sac and anus. Damn, this was a fucking amazing blow job.
His thoughts were suddenly halted when Cade slipped a finger into his arsehole, the
water easing the way.
“Ah…” Reece gasped, staring down at Cade again. His cock was buried almost to the
hilt in Cade’s mouth. “Fuck, yeah…”
Cade delved higher, curled his finger forward and massaged.
Reece nearly shot his load right then. He tensed, rolled his toes on the tiled floor, and
his arms shook. It was as if a huge rollercoaster of pleasure was rampaging through his
pelvis.
“Damn, that’s good…” he groaned, staring at the water pounding onto Cade’s head and
face and at his cock slipping in and out of Cade’s beautiful mouth. “You gonna swallow?”
He needed to know, he was nearly there.
Cade didn’t answer, instead he upped the pace.
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“I’m coming,” Reece said. The bliss was at bursting point. Cade was giving his prostate
a deep massage, pressing into his body and it was so much, too much.
“Here it is…” he said, gritting his teeth and releasing the first spurt of relief.
Cade swallowed, tugging the end of Reece’s cock down his throat.
Reece cried out, the ecstasy was extreme. His abdomen trembled and his arsehole
clamped around Cade’s finger.
“Oh, God…” he gasped. “Yeah, more.”
Cade kept going and more spunk ripped from Reece, landing in the warm chamber of
Cade’s mouth. It was so satisfying to empty into a hot vessel, rather than his own hand, onto
his belly or his shower room floor.
A final stream of cum blasted out of him. He shut his eyes and let the ecstasy swirl
around his mind the way the shower-steam was caressing his body.
Cade slowed and gently removed his finger from Reece’s arse.
A tremble went through Reece, all of his nerves giving a judder of satisfaction.
Cade withdrew and caught Reece’s cock in his palm.
Reece blew out a breath, a little dizzy, and was thankful that he was still braced against
the tiled wall and the glass sides.
“You’re awesome when you come,” Cade said, standing and reaching for the shower
gel. “You know that?”
“You’re fucking awesome at making me come.”
Cade soaped up his hands. “That’s what I really wanted to do to you back in England,
in that first scene, but it wasn’t in the script. I’ve been dying to taste you, feel you throb in my
mouth and rub your hot-spot until you can barely stand.” He placed his soapy palms on
Reece’s chest and lathered the bubbles in, easing them around his nipples.
Reece was breathing hard, the hot air filling his lungs rapidly. “Yeah, got to stick with
the script, eh.”
“Only when we’re acting. There was no acting just now that was passion.” He leaned
forward and kissed Reece. “That was me needing you.”
Reece let go of the walls and wrapped his arms around Cade’s waist. What the hell had
he done before he met this man?
“We should really go out and find food,” Cade said.
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“But that means getting dressed, and I like you naked.”
Cade laughed. “And you were the one who needed persuading to skinny dip that first
day.”
“Didn’t take much persuading.”
“True.” Cade pushed Reece’s hair back from his face. “No, I want to take you out. Let’s
wander along the Strip, see the sights. I’ll buy you dinner.”
Reece raised his eyebrows. “That sounds suspiciously like a date.”
“Well I’ve fucked you, you’ve fucked me—I guess it’s time we went a-courtin’.” He put
on a silly accent for the last few words.
Reece grinned. “Okay, wine me, dine me, sixty-nine me.”
“That’s usually how my dates go.” He slapped Reece’s arse and the thwack snapped
around the shower cubicle.
“Ow, watch it, you. I might get used to that.” The sting spread over Reece’s buttocks.
“You should. Now get your sexy arse dressed. We’re going out in ten.”
Reece did as he’d been told. He dried and pulled on jeans and a fresh T-shirt. He
couldn’t stop smiling. He just loved being with Cade. Not only that, but the hotel room was
so sumptuous he felt like he’d landed in an alternative universe where he was a rich guy—
happy and in love and with everything he could ever need.
“Come on,” Cade said, shoving his wallet into the pocket of his denims. “Let’s go.”
Reece grinned. Cade was clearly looking forward to a walk along the Strip. He was too.
Vegas was a place he’d seen a hundred pictures of but never thought he’d actually visit. He’d
never have been able to afford it.
The lobby of The Luxor was enormous and crowded. Visitors were coming and going,
hauling bags around and pushing luggage. Reece and Cade wandered through, happy to
people-watch then ambled out of the front doors, pausing to admire the Egyptian figures that
were set in fountains.
“I think we should head that way,” Cade said. “See if we can find The Bellagio.”
“Why? What’s there?” Reece followed him into the sultry desert heat.
“They have a big fountain display, every hour or something—all set to music. There
was an article about it in the magazine on the plane.”
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“Oh yeah, I read that as well.” Reece reached out, took Cade’s hand and held it in front
of them a little. “Is that okay?”
Cade looked at their joined fingers. “Works for me.”
Reece smiled and stepped forward, holding his lover’s hand with his chin held high.
They stopped to admire a New York themed hotel with a rollercoaster hugging the
outer edges then spotted a replica of the Eiffel Tower at The Paris Hotel on the opposite side
of the enormous road.
Eventually they came to The Bellagio. It was set a little back from the other hotels and
before it was an enormous man-made lake. They’d arrived at just the right time because an
array of bright lights came on and a blast of music burst from speakers all around them.
“Wow,” Reece said, as water shot hundreds of feet into the air.
“Something else, eh?” Cade said, squeezing his hand.
“It all is,” Reece said, looking upwards. “It’s all bloody fantastic.”
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Chapter Fourteen
Reece woke with a warm body snuggled in behind him. It took a moment to remember
where he was, but not who he was with.
Cade.
He opened his eyes and saw the curtains drawn against the sloping windows—handily
anchored at the base of the frame to stop them hanging into the room. He glanced around,
spotted the plush chair, the huge blackjack picture and the bowl of fruit.
Stretching out his legs, he became aware of a stiff cock sitting in his crack. He wriggled
a little and sighed. It had been the first time he’d lain down, slept and woken with someone
in a long while. It felt good, right. Cade’s quiet, slow breaths on his neck made him hope that
there would be many more nights and mornings together.
For several minutes he lay still, enjoying the dull ache of his morning erection and
wondering if perhaps he should flip Cade over and give him a wake-up call. They’d gone for
beer at the Excalibur Hotel after the fountain show and had ended up enjoying steak and
fries before heading back. Having not slept on the long flight, Reece had shut his eyes and
drifted off as soon as he’d climbed into bed. He hoped Cade wouldn’t take it as a slight
considering how fucking horny he thought Cade was—Reece just wasn’t used to coping with
jet lag. He’d never had to before.
“Hey, you awake?” Cade asked, sliding his hand over Reece’s waist and settling his
palm over his navel.
“Yeah, just. Sorry about last night. I was knackered.”
“Me too. Don’t worry about it. It was nice to be close.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Cade pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “What time is it?”
Reece craned his neck to see the bedside clock. “Just gone eleven.”
“Eleven in the morning?” There was panic in Cade’s tone.
“Yeah, judging by the sunlight trying to break through the curtains, I’d say it was
morning.”
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“Fuck.” Cade leaped from the bed. “The crew will be here in a few minutes to set up,
and Bret won’t be far behind.”
Reece turned over and eyed Cade’s cock, which was stiff and bobbing from his dark
mass of pubic hair.
“Oh, no,” Cade said waggling his finger at Reece. “We have to save ourselves, like
seriously… You do not want to peak too early. Not today.”
“I’m all for peaking,” Reece said, sitting and licking his lips as he leaned closer.
Cade laughed. “Stop looking at my cock like you want it for breakfast and get yourself
up, showered and dressed.” He paused and put his hands on his hips. “’Cause we got
ourselves a porn movie to make, cowboy,” he drawled like a drunk ranch hand.
Reece laughed and watched as Cade strutted naked to the bathroom and shut the door.
Damn, what a cute arse. It really was a sin to have it clothed. It was just as well he was into
showing it off to the world.
And he was right, of course. It wouldn’t do to use up all their sexual energy now. They
had work to give their attention to, a movie to make and soon Bret—hung like a donkey—
would be here ready for action.
Reece sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his toes sinking into the deep pile carpet.
He recalled the script—the cowboy ménage a trois fantasy being realized for his character
Timothy. He’d never even thought about a cowboy fantasy—it certainly wasn’t one of his—
but the ménage a trois was. Hell, yeah, he’d have some of that threesome action.
A shiver of anticipation ran up his spine. All those months with just his own hand and
now he’d have two lovers to play with. It was all pre-planned and with a third party, he
couldn’t imagine they’d change things around like they’d done last time. It was going to get
hot and sweaty and he was going to be wham bam in the middle of it all.
He’d have cocks in his mouth and mouths on his cock. There’d be fucking and being
fucked, his hole taking it all and his dick spurting.
His shaft surged some more. He was horny just thinking about it—he hoped to hell he
wouldn’t show himself up and come too early. Perhaps he should jack a quick one out before
the show? Just so he wasn’t as on the edge as he was now.
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He stood, reached for the glass of water by the bed and took a gulp. He could hear the
shower running. Cade was getting ready to go. He’d give the guy his privacy—everyone
needed privacy to get ready for a good hard arse pounding.
Walking to the window, he reached for one of the soft hotel robes. He tugged it on and
covered his hard-on. The air conditioning was cool but he reckoned he’d be glad of that
when things heated up.
He pulled back a curtain and stared out at the Vegas skyline, which shimmered in the
heat. But he didn’t really see it. He was too caught up in the story, the script and the way the
movie they were making would be going today. This hotel room, this room he’d slept in with
Cade, was going to be his canvas for creating a seriously hot sex scene. It was a far cry from
decorating with paint and paper. Now he would fill it with naked skin, spunk and cries of
delight.
He smiled to himself then turned when there was a knock at the door.
He walked over to open it. “Donna,” he said as he pulled it wide. “Good morning to
you.”
“Well I hope you had a decent amount of sleep,” she said, frowning at him. “Because
it’s going to be a long day for you and if you’ve been at it all night with lover boy then you’re
going to peak too early.”
He sighed. “I promise I will not peak too early and besides, we just slept last night.”
She huffed. “Yeah, I believe you, though millions wouldn’t. Where’s Cade?”
It was clear to Reece that she didn’t believe him at all but he couldn’t be bothered to
argue. “He’s in the shower. Getting ready.”
“Good, I need you showered too—and shaved. You need to look like you’ve preened
for this big occasion with the cowboy. This is one of Timothy’s lifelong fantasies and he’d be
excited and smart.” She held up a checked red shirt and dark denims. “This is what you’re
wearing. A bit yank to emphasis the cowboy theme.”
Reece fingered the shirt. It was soft flannel. “I like it.”
“Good.” She pressed it to him. “The jeans should fit just fine. Make sure you go
commando.”
“Of course.”
There was another bang on the door.
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Donna reached behind herself and opened it.
“Morning,” Jack murmured, strolling in. He didn’t make eye contact with either Donna
or Reece, just headed for the curtains. He pulled them all wide, letting light flood the room.
“Right, you get to it,” Donna said, wafting her arm in Jack’s direction. “And I’ll hurry
these boys along.”
“Yep, best do that. Bret won’t want to be kept waiting. You know what he’s like,” Jack
said, putting his camera on the plush chair.
“What’s he like?” Reece asked as a nervous flip toppled in his stomach.
Donna shrugged. “Ah, he’s fine…a gentle giant, most of the time.”
Jack made a huffing sound and flipped the lens cap off his camera.
“Most of the time?” Reece asked. “What about when he’s not?”
Donna shrugged. “He can just be a little impatient. You know what these stars are
like…” She paused and touched his arm. “Not you of course, but this is your first movie.”
“Stars can be like what…?”
“They just like to do it how they like to do it.”
“And he has a habit of getting it right first time,” Jack said. “You could learn a lot from
him.”
Reece was about to point out that he and Cade had gotten their first scene wrapped up
on one take but he decided against it. He didn’t want to tempt fate, not when his cock was so
eager for action this morning.
Cade walked out of the bathroom, still naked, but a little damp and smelling of cologne.
“Hey, Donna.”
“Great, you’re done.” She looked at Reece. “Now you get yourself in there and ship
shape.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving a mock salute.
She rolled her eyes, grinned then turned her attention to Cade. “I have your clothes.”
Reece went into the bathroom and flicked on the shower. He set about getting ready for
a day of sex—douching, shaving and scrubbing his body from top to toe. A myriad of images
were still playing on his mind. His nerves were jangling at the thought of Bret getting carried
away with his donkey cock, but at the same time, he hadn’t looked forward to a day at work
this much ever, in all of his life.
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A short while later, he emerged in his costume of jeans and shirt. Jack had turned on all
of the lights in the room and had added an extra spot over the bed. It really was dazzlingly
bright and he was glad they were so high up and no one would be able to see in. If they did,
they’d likely get one heck of a shock.
Cade wolf-whistled. “Well don’t you scrub up nice, cowboy,” he said.
Reece smiled and reached for a tray filled with pastries and croissants. “Ta, but I’m
starved. Need to get some energy in me.”
“There’s coffee,” Donna said.
“Nah, I need tea.”
“That’s on the tray, too,” she said, walking over and straightening his collar. “Listen,
I’m going to shoot off now and make sure Bret is all set.”
“Is he here?” Cade asked.
“Yep, just arrived. I sent him to my room. That’s where his outfit is.”
“Okay, see you later,” Reece said with a slight frown.
“You know your script?” She tapped his chest.
“Yep.”
“Good, stick to it as much as you can.”
“I will.”
“And when Bret steps into the room, the filming starts. Okay? It’ll keep it all real, just
the way Tom likes it.”
“So we don’t get to chat or anything beforehand?”
“Nope, this is how Tom wants this movie made. The fantasies are all supposed to be
new experiences with new people, so let’s keep it authentic.” She turned to Cade and blew
him a kiss then strutted from the room.
Cade slurped on his coffee. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Okay…bit nervous.”
“You had a threesome before?”
“No.” Reece shrugged as though it was no big deal, though it somehow felt like it was.
“That’s good. That’s the same as your character, so it should be easy to act those
emotions of being desperate to realize a fantasy but also nervous of being with two guys at
once.”
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“I’m not nervous,” Reece said, pouring tea. “A bit apprehensive, maybe.”
“Yeah, me too, but that’s because I know what Bret is capable of doing with that big
dick of his.”
“Would you stop going on about his big dick. It’s really not helping.”
“Oh, it will. It really fucking will help…a lot.” Cade laughed.
Reece drank his tea and watched as Jack settled himself into the chair in the corner of
the room. He was a small bloke with short hair thinning a bit on the top. Reece wondered if
he was gay or if this was just a job and he had a wife and three kids at home waiting for him.
He doubted he’d ever find out—Jack took aloofness and professional barrier to whole new
levels.
But that kind of suited Reece, and maybe it suited the other actors and models he
worked with. He was inconspicuous, almost invisible, when the camera was in front of him.
Reece poured more tea. He’d taken one sip when the door rattled as someone rapped
their knuckles against it.
“Okay,” Jack said, aiming the camera toward Reece and Cade. “Let’s rock and roll.” He
paused and looked through the eyepiece. “Action.”
There was a small click as the camera started filming.
There was another knock at the door.
Reece took a deep breath. His cock was already stiffening.
Cade pressed down his shoulders and gave Reece a sexy smile. “This is it, Timothy,”
Cade said, reaching for Reece’s tea and placing it down. “Your cowboy is here to make all of
your threesome fantasies come true.”
Reece swept his tongue over his bottom lip and glanced at the door. Behind it stood
Bret—or rather, Grayson, as his character was known—and his job was to get naked and fuck
them both senseless for the afternoon. That bit of the script felt so real—because it was real
and exactly what was going to happen.
Cade cupped Reece’s cheek. “Grayson is going to make all of your dreams come true in
the next two hours.”
“Grayson? That’s the cowboy’s name?” Reece said, remembering his lines.
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“Yes, and he assured me on the phone that two hours is plenty to have you fucked so
good you won’t be able to remember what planet you live on.” He swept his lips over
Reece’s. “In a good way, of course.”
“I trust you to make it good,” Reece said, again recalling the script. “But you should let
the man in before he thinks we don’t want him.”
“And that wouldn’t be the truth at all, would it?” Cade smiled and walked to the door.
“We definitely want him.”
Reece stepped next to the bed, again as the script required, so he was in shot for Jack to
catch the details of Grayson arriving.
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Chapter Fifteen
Cade opened the door.
“Are you Jenson Taylor?” asked a man with a deep, heavy Texan accent.
“Yes, you must be Grayson,” Cade replied.
“Yep, that’d be me.”
Cade pulled the door open and Bret walked into the room. His eyes fell immediately on
Reece, and the left side of his mouth squeezed up into his cheek in a lazy half-smile.
“Howdy.”
“Hello,” Reece said, placing his hands on his hips and locking his knees. Fuck, the man
was gorgeous. No wonder he was in movies. Tall, broad and with a chiseled face and angular
features, he had that all-American look. His eyes were a soft sapphire blue and his lips were
thin but sensual. He also seemed to ooze testosterone. There was something direct and
outdoorsy about him, unstoppable and determined.
Reece let his gaze linger. The cowboy wore a black short-sleeved shirt, several buttons
undone and tight on his biceps. He had on pale denims with interestingly large bulges
around the groin area and they were overlain with soft brown chaps that had straps around
his thighs and waist. On his feet he wore black boots that were a little scuffed. But it was the
Stetson Reece liked the best—caramel colored with a black leather strip running around the
base and a silver badge at the front. It really did make him look like he’d just walked in from
the ranch after a day wrangling horses and chasing herds of cattle across the land.
Bret turned to Cade. “We spoke on the telephone about your Valentine’s treat for
Timothy. You were quite detailed. Is it all still as we agreed?”
“Yes,” Cade said, shutting the door. “Timothy is looking forward to being adored by us
both.”
“By adored…you mean fucked,” Bret said, again as per script.
“Yes, that’s right,” Cade said with a nod and a smile. “And I’ve got you cash, as
agreed.”
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Bret laughed in a super-confident way and carried on with the scripted dialog. “That’s
what I like about you English boys…always so damn polite about money.” He walked up to
Reece. “And let’s just say, I don’t think it’s going to be much of a hardship fucking this bit of
ass.” He twitched his eyes. “You didn’t mention your man was hot, Jenson—just that he was
desperate for a cowboy threesome.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s hot,” Cade said, deliberately adding a note of tension to his voice. “And
he’s also mine.”
“Not for the next two hours. For the next two hours, he’s also mine,” Bret winked at
Reece. “And I can’t wait to start earning my money.”
Reece inhaled deeply, drawing in Bret’s spicy aftershave. It was hard to believe the
desire shining from Bret’s eyes wasn’t real. There was a glint of lust there and also a shard of
anticipation.
Bret stepped away, tugged off his boots and tossed them aside. “We gonna get naked or
what?” he asked, also removing his socks.
“Yeah, I guess,” Reece said.
“Hey, don’t look so worried,” Bret said, straightening and coming close to Reece again.
“Your man has booked me to make this right for you because I’m the best. So just relax and
enjoy.” He tipped Reece’s chin with the crook of his finger and kissed him.
Reece closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Bret’s thin, firm lips moving on his. He
tasted of mint, as though he’d just brushed his teeth. He was being kissed by a pro. He could
tell. Someone who did this for a living. It was a good feeling to be in the hands of someone
competent and sure of themselves.
The kiss broke and Bret reached for Reece’s shirt. “Let’s see what we have to play with,”
he said. He undid the buttons, slowly, then tugged it off.
Reece tensed his abs, aware of his side-on angle to the camera.
“Mmm, very nice,” Bret said, sliding his hand up Reece’s chest and tweaking his
nipples. “Perfect, in fact.”
“He is,” Cade said, slotting in behind Reece. He curled his hands around Reece’s waist
and also caressed his chest.
Reece was hemmed in by them and the heat of their bodies was warming his. Damn, his
cock was stiffening. Bret was right—they should all just get naked as soon as possible.
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Bret kissed him again, cradling the back of his neck as he did so.
Reece melted.
Cade ran his tongue over Reece’s shoulder, licking, kissing and giving small nips.
Reece wrapped his hands around Bret’s big biceps. They were solid and dense and his
flesh was hot. Reece’s breaths quickened as arousal took over his thoughts and needs.
“Ah yeah, he’s gagging for it,” Bret said, pulling back. “You’ve got a real frisky one
here, Jenson.”
“Yeah, I know,” Cade said, slipping his hands to Reece’s jeans. He popped open his top
fly button. “He’s always up for it.”
“Show me,” Bret said, stepping back and folding his arms. “Show me how hot this has
made your man.”
Cade undid Reece’s fly.
Reece held his breath. His cock ached for release.
Cade eased his jeans open and pulled Reece’s cock out, as though presenting it to Bret.
Reece huffed out a breath and looked up.
Bret licked his lips and slowly nodded. “Ah, yeah. You gonna be just fine.” He smiled
then sank to his knees and assisted Cade in removing Reece’s jeans. They pulled them from
his feet so that he was utterly naked.
“Close your eyes,” Bret said, still kneeling. “But remember to keep breathing.”
Reece did as he’d been asked. He was a little dizzy and balance was not his top priority,
so he reached out and pressed his hand on Bret’s hard shoulder.
“Your man has a nice cock,” Bret said.
“The best,” Cade said. “And he’s pretty damn good at using it.”
“So shall we give him a reward for using it so well?” Bret asked, the scripted lines
rolling with ease from his tongue.
“Oh yes, let’s give him something he’ll never forget.”
Reece groaned as four hands began to slide over his thighs, his abs and his buttocks.
His cock was taken into a firm grip and tugged from root to base.
“Ah, yeah…” he said, dropping his head back and arching his spine.
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Heat and moisture wrapped around his tip and he knew he’d been taken into
someone’s mouth. He couldn’t remember what the script said and unable to resist a peep, he
glanced down.
Bret still wore the Stetson, so he couldn’t see clearly but it was the cowboy who was
licking and suckling on Reece’s glans. Suddenly impatient for the visual he reached for the
rim of the hat, flicked it off and saw his cock disappearing into Bret’s mouth.
Bret didn’t seem to notice the Stetson was gone.
“Mmm…” Reece managed as his girth went deeper and deeper, bulging Bret’s cheeks.
“Mmm…”
“Yeah, take him all,” Cade said, still on his knees. “Take all of him. He loves that.”
That line was part of the script but it was also the truth.
Cade eased Reece’s thighs apart. He was busy exploring with his fingers. While Bret
sucked him deep, withdrew then sucked him deep again, Cade slipped his hand through
Reece’s legs from behind and massaged his balls.
Reece felt his knees weaken and was glad of the hold he had on Bret’s shoulder. It was
amazing to be handled by two pairs of hands. It felt like he was being touched everywhere,
all over at once.
Cade pressed his mouth to the small of Reece’s back. His stubble was a little sharp and
his breaths hot. The kiss traveled lower, down his cleft, deeper and deeper.
“Oh, yeah…” Reece moaned. “That’s it, Jenson. Do me like that.” He had no idea how
he’d remembered his lines, especially when he’d just recalled what was coming next.
Cade parted his buttocks and pushed his face into the gap, his tongue landing on
Reece’s arsehole.
“Ah fuck, yeah,” Reece gasped, opening his eyes and curling his toes into the carpet.
“Fuck, more… Give me more.”
Jack was there with the camera, up close, getting the action. Reece watched the top of
his head as he switched between filming Bret sucking him off at the front then Cade rimming
his hole behind.
They had to keep this up for several minutes, according to the script. But damn it was
so sexy, Reece could happily just spurt his load. But he didn’t. He kept control, despite his
cock straining for release and the pleasurable sensations circling his arsehole.
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Cade was damn good at what he was doing, and so was Bret. Reece had never felt so
totally adored in his life and it was a heady sensation.
Bret pulled back and caught Reece’s cock in his hand. He held it carefully, with just a
little pressure. He looked up at Reece. “How are you handling us?” he asked.
“Just fine,” Reece said, heat burning over his cheeks. “I can handle whatever you want
to throw at me.”
“You reckon?” Bret said, standing.
Cade reached through his legs for his balls again and cupped them in his palm. He also
sent a long lick from his arse right up to the hollow of his back.
“Oh, God,” Reece murmured, his spine shaking.
Bret reached out and caught him around the waist. “Hey, steady. We don’t want you
falling over.”
“I’m not going to,” Reece said, “but please… Let’s fuck. Let’s do it.”
Bret chuckled. “All in good time.”
Cade finally released Reece’s balls and stood. His lips were damp and his eyes flashing.
“I’ll go and get the condoms and lube,” he said. “Be right back.”
He walked toward the bathroom.
Reece watched him go and became aware that he was the only one naked.
“Your man loves you,” Bret said, rubbing his hand over Reece’s shoulder.
Reece glanced briefly at Jack, who had sat back in the chair by the window. Damn, what
were his lines?
Bret tipped his head and smiled gently.
“We’ve been together a long time, Jenson and I. He knows how stressful my work as a
lawyer is.” Phew, they’d come back to him. “Which is why it’s so thoughtful of him to book
you, Grayson, for this.”
“My pleasure,” Bret said. He stepped away from Reece and went to the end of the bed.
It had a wooden footboard and he placed his hands on the thickly rounded top lip and gave
it a tug. “Mmm this looks pretty secure. Reckon we should have you over here for a while,
get you worked up and in the mood.”
“I’m already in the mood,” Reece said, tugging on his cock.
“Yeah, we’ve got you started, but there’s more warming up to be done.”
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A quake went through Reece. He knew what was coming next and boy, was he looking
forward to it.
“We want you like this,” Cade said, walking back into the shot. He was holding
condoms and lube, which he tipped onto the bed sheets—they landed in a colorful scatter.
He then maneuvered Reece so that he was tipped over the end of the bed.
“Leg’s wider,” Cade said, “and get your arse in the air. I want to show it off to the
cowboy.”
Reece’s chest pressed onto the wood and he curled his fingers over it. He stared down
at the sheet and studied the creases. His legs were locked straight and his back at a right
angle to his hips.
He was in a perfect position for Jack to film all the details of whatever was about to
happen to his arse.
“Oh, yeah, that’s a sweet tush,” Bret said.
Again Reece was aware of hands on his body. The sweeping touches sent shivers of
desire wending over his flesh and his cock butted up against his abdomen—rock-hard and
greedy for stimulation.
A sudden, swift slap hit down.
Reece gasped as he jerked forward. The sting shot to his cock and it strained harder.
“Nice,” Bret said. “Look. Your handprint is showing already.”
“Yeah, his skin is beautiful.”
“His ass is beautiful. Let me take a closer look.”
Reece shut his eyes. It was like he was a novelty, a plaything, and the two hot guys
behind him were curious as to what he was like and what would bring him pleasure. His
desperation for a cock in his hole was making him a little light-headed, but he knew there
was no point being impatient. This scene had been choreographed and he had more to get
through before he was filled with cock.
“Here, let me,” Bret said.
A cool, lubed finger pressed on Reece’s hole. He trembled and sighed as the finger
slipped in, high, higher still, to the knuckle.
“Tight fit,” Bret said. “Gonna make this a whole heap of fun.”
“We can work him open,” Cade said.
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Another finger was at Reece’s entrance, sliding around then easing in.
“That’s it, all the way,” Bret said.
“I am,” Cade responded.
Reece groaned. Damn, they each had a finger inside him. How fucking sexy was that?
He could just imagine the shots Jack would be getting.
“How does he cope with his hot-spot being jacked from this angle?” Bret asked.
“He loves it.”
A throbbing, billowing feeling pulsed through Reece’s arse as both fingers penetrating
him began to twist and move, searching over his inside wall.
He panted out several long breaths. “Oh…oh…oh…”
“Here,” Cade said. “Just here.”
The pressure increased on his prostate. They’d found it.
“Fuck,” Reece murmured, intensifying his grip on the bedpost. “That’s so good.”
“Gonna get much better,” Bret said.
His hole widened—another finger was being worked in. Reece forced himself to relax
and take it. He didn’t know who the finger belonged to but he wanted it. The sharpness of
his sphincter stretching combined with the force on his prostate was sublime.
“Yeah, that’s good. That’s what your man wants,” Bret said.
“He wants fucking,” Cade said. “He wants us to fuck him and I don’t know how long
he’ll last.”
“Oh, he’ll last okay.”
“I don’t know if I will,” Reece said on a groan. The sensations in his arse were bliss and
it was going straight to his cock.
The fingers in Reece’s rectum shifted and his hole tightened. He was left with a much
smaller penetration.
He moaned in complaint. It had been so good.
“Easy now,” Bret said. “I’m right where you need me.”
Reece opened his eyes. Cade was next to him, clothed.
“How are you doing, Timothy?” he asked. “Feeling like our plaything yet?”
“Yes, yes…” Reece managed.
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Cade smiled, gripped Reece’s hair and pulled his head up, he then drew him close for a
kiss.
Reece groaned into his mouth. Cade tasted of minty toothpaste, like Bret, but beneath
that was a flavor he’d come to adore and associate with sex. Cade’s kiss was the best.
“Ahh…” Reece opened his mouth and panted into Cade’s mouth. Bret had added
another couple of fingers to his arse and thrust them as deep as they could go.
“You look amazing,” Bret said, “taking my fingers. I can’t wait to see you take my
cock.”
Reece hoped he’d last that long.
“I’m going to suck your cock while he does that to you, okay?” Cade said.
“Yes. Yes, okay,” Reece said, wondering where the hell he’d find the stamina to cope
with that. He really should have jerked a quick one out this morning so he wasn’t so ready to
spurt.
Cade pressed his lips to Reece’s again, hard, then sank to the floor beneath him.
Reece had sweat popping on his body, and his back and hips were moving a little, in
time with Bret slowly fucking him with his fingers.
“Oh, it’s so good,” he moaned, watching Cade folding down and reaching for his cock.
“So fucking good.” He grunted as Cade took him deep into his mouth. The intensity
increased as he slid to the back of Cade’s throat. How much more could he take?
“You can come if you need to. This is your fantasy,” Bret said.
Reece had no idea how the man could remember his lines in this kind of situation. He
sure as hell couldn’t. But the truth was, he didn’t want to come yet. He knew there was still
more to do for the scene and he didn’t want to be the one to ruin the take.
“No, no, not yet. I want cock when I come,” he gasped.
“Of course you do, and you’re going to get it soon.”
“Now.”
But Reece didn’t get it. Cade circled his root with his thumb and finger and continued
to suck on Reece. Bret slid in and out of his arse, each time he hit full depth, he stimulated
Reece’s prostate—wicked little taps with his fingertips that drove Reece wild and had him
moaning with each one.
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If the camera was catching even half of the action, he knew it was going to be one hot
porn movie.
“Please,” he begged. “Oh, please.” He was so close to coming. Too close, it was so good.
He knew Cade would be able to taste his pre-cum—it was seeping from him.
Cade pulled back and released his cock.
Reece groaned in disappointment and relief.
“I think it’s time,” Cade said, “to really fuck him.”
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“I couldn’t agree more.” Bret pulled his fingers from Reece.
Again Reece moaned.
“Come here,” Cade said, reaching for Reece and helping him stand straight.
His arse was quivering, and his cock, wet with saliva, surged forward.
Cade smiled at him and there was affection in his eyes. “Deep breath,” he said.
“Remember this is all for you, Timothy. Your treat.”
“You’re enjoying it, too, though?” Reece said, a snippet from the script coming back to
him.
“Yeah, of course, if I’m with you and you’re naked, I always enjoy myself,” Cade said.
“So does that mean I don’t get to play with you?” Bret asked, resting his hand on Cade’s
shoulder.
“Well I didn’t say that,” Cade said, feigning surprise. “I just thought…”
“You just thought that because you hired me to make your boyfriend’s fantasies come
true, that I wouldn’t do you as well.”
Cade smiled. “Well, yes…”
“I’m here to make everyone’s fantasies come true,” Bret said, stepping in closer.
Jack shifted the camera.
“And today we’re playing at threesomes, which means everyone gets to fuck or be
fucked.”
“Everyone?” Cade asked.
“Oh, yeah. Everyone.” Bret leaned in and kissed Cade. It was an urgent, hungry kiss
and both men locked together.
Reece’s cock had a fresh wave of arousal. Seeing Cade kiss big, handsome Bret was off-
the-scale sexy. He couldn’t wait to see them fucking.
“So let’s all get naked, shall we?” Bret asked. “And get fucking.”
“I’ll go along with that,” Cade said, pulling back and shucking off his shirt. He then
dragged off his jeans, kicked them aside and fisted his cock.
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Jack appeared to zoom in on Cade.
Reece rested against the bed frame and watched as Cade played for the camera. He
pulled his hand to the tip of his cock, making his glans bulge and darken. He then eased
down and gripped the root. “Ah, yeah, I’m so ready for it,” he said in a breathy voice.
“We can see that,” Bret said.
Jack moved back to his seat, his face never lifting from the camera.
“So who is going to free my dick?” Bret asked.
“I will,” Reece said, stepping forward. This was part of the script. Reece also had to
show great admiration for Grayson’s enormous manhood.
He got down on his knees and was aware of Jack zooming in as he worked Bret’s
buttons.
“You’ve got me so hard for you,” Bret said, “sweet English boy with a sexy ass.”
“Let me see,” Reece said. His heart was pounding and his stomach tense. The
anticipation of seeing, touching, feeling Bret’s dick was huge.
“Oh, yeah, get me out. That’s it,” Bret said, jutting his hips forward as Reece popped the
last button.
The jeans undid low, low enough for Bret’s entire cock to spring out.
“Fuck me,” Reece said. “You’re hung like a donkey.” They were the scripted lines, but
cheesy as they were, they were also true.
Bret’s dick was seriously long, but it was the girth that made it doubly impressive.
Reece wrapped his hand around it. Curious to make sure his fingertips would actually
touch—they did, just.
Bret chuckled. “Donkey, eh? I’ve been called many things but that’s a new one.”
“It’s true.” Reece slid his hand to the tip then to the root.
Bret stopped chuckling and blew out a breath. “Fuck, that’s nice. I can’t wait to have
more of you.”
“So have more,” Cade said, moving over to him. “Take him where you want to go.”
“I intend to,” Bret said, reaching out and curling his hand around Cade’s neck. “And
you, too.” He pulled him in for a kiss.
Reece watched them for a moment then swiped his tongue over the end of Bret’s cock.
He tasted musky and hot—raw male.
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Bret moaned above him. Reece recalled his next move, but even if he hadn’t, it wouldn’t
have mattered. He just did what felt right in the moment. He opened wide and took Bret
deep into his mouth. There was no way he could take him all, and his gag reflex complained
when just half his shaft was in. But still he sucked and tugged with his tongue, as his hand
worked his base.
Bret wound his fingers into Reece’s hair and looked down at him.
Reece’s eyes were watering but he stared upwards. Both men were studying him
closely.
Jack had come to sit by his side, camera aimed at his mouth around Bret’s cock.
“He sucks good, doesn’t he?” Cade said, directing the tip of his cock toward Reece’s
face. The veins on the back of his hands stood out the way the veins on his dick did.
“Yeah, he does,” Bret said.
Reece reached for Cade’s dick. He smoothed his hand base to tip as he sank deep onto
Bret again.
“Hot,” Cade said. “So fucking hot.”
Reece let Bret pop from his mouth. He squeezed his shaft as he took Cade’s dick
between his lips then slid down. Oh, yes, he loved Cade’s thick shaft—it was familiar and
sensual.
But damn, he liked Bret’s huge cock, too.
His breaths quickened as he sucked on Cade. He swapped again, sinking deep on Bret.
Both men had their hands in his hair, holding him, encouraging him.
Reece’s cock touched his abdomen, leaving a tacky smear of pre-cum. It was so hot
sucking off two guys at once. He could almost orgasm just from giving head.
As he drove down on Cade again, Bret ran the head of his cock over Reece’s face. It was
wet and warm and left a tickling trail of moisture.
Reece wished he could fit them both in his mouth at once.
On and on, he took each cock in turn. Cade was gasping above him, clearly enjoying the
show and the sensations.
Bret grunted a few times when Reece took him as low as he could.
All the time Jack hovered with the camera.
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Reece was sure his face would be flushed and red. He could feel saliva on his chin and
knew he had a smear of pre-cum on his cheek.
“Oh, God, let’s fuck,” Cade said, his words tumbling. “Let’s fuck him now.”
“Yeah, I can live with that,” Bret said. He released Reece’s hair and pulled from his
mouth. “Stand up, Timothy. We want you on the bed.” He began to pull his clothes off.
Reece stood, again feeling a little dizzy. He pulled in oxygen and looked into Cade’s
eyes.
Cade’s lids were heavy and his mouth slightly parted.
Reece knew he’d taken him near to the edge with that blow job. Being in a threesome
clearly worked for Cade. He didn’t need to act.
Reece leaned in for a kiss. He knew he would taste of cock.
Cade obviously didn’t mind. He swept his tongue into Reece’s mouth and pulled him
close.
Their dicks came into alignment, rubbing against each other.
Cade reached round and grabbed Reece’s arse. He pulled him closer still.
“Hey, English boys. Come get on here with me and let me show you how cowboys
fuck.”
Reece pulled back and looked at Bret. He was sat in the middle of the plus-sized bed,
rolling on a condom. He’d put his soft suede chaps back on and his Stetson. He looked every
inch the porno cowboy.
A tremble wound up Reece’s spine. Fuck, this was it.
Cade tugged his hand. “Come on, Timothy. Let’s get you on board.”
“On?”
“Yeah,” Bret said, still sitting but resting back with his arms braced straight behind
himself. “Come sit on my cock.”
Reece swallowed. He was going to take that big shaft up his arse. What was more, he
was just going to sit on it.
He crawled over Bret on his hands and knees, aware of the camera coming closer as he
faced the end of the bed and away from Bret.
Cade climbed on next to him and held Bret’s cock upright.
“Sit down. You’re well lubed,” Cade said.
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Reece shifted and felt Cade angle Bret’s cock at his hole.
“That’s it,” Cade said. “That’s it. Slowly now.”
Jack was close. The bed dipped as he leaned on it to get the lens right where the action
was.
Reece groaned, long and loud for dramatic effect then sank down an inch.
“Oh, yeah, take me all. Take more,” Bret said, wrapping one hand around Reece’s hip.
“Sit on my big fucking cock.”
“Yeah, sit on the cowboy,” Cade said, excitement in his voice.
Reece had no idea if those lines were in the script or not, but he was past caring.
Cade was next to him now, holding his torso close to his.
Reece was glad of the support and clung to him as he sank lower.
“It’s so much,” Reece gasped.
Bret’s shaft stretched him so wide. The burn, the sting… It was exquisite. Damn, he’d
never felt so full.
The air left his body as his buttocks pressed against Bret’s pubic hair. He’d taken Bret’s
entire huge shaft. His insides were throbbing with the pressure and the intense filling
sensation.
Cade was kissing him, holding his cheek and murmuring, “Good boy, that’s it, good
boy.”
“Fuck, he’s done it,” Bret said.
Reece’s head was spinning, a sudden urgency for more blasted over him. He lifted.
Jack moved back to his seat. Camera still poised.
Bret grabbed his other hip and bent his knees to anchor himself. “Pull up and sit down
again, fuck for fuck’s sake,” Bret gasped.
Reece rose a little then sat back down. The mattress bounced as his arse filled with the
hard wedge of dense flesh.
“Oh, God, yeah…” Reece gasped. “That’s it.”
Cade released him and stood on the bed. “Open up,” he said. “Take me, too.”
Reece obediently did as Cade had asked.
Cade quickly slid his cock to the back of his throat.
Bret shunted his hips upwards and thrust to full depth.
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A wail of delight broke from Reece and vibrated through Cade’s shaft.
Cade moaned, gripped Reece’s hair and fucked his mouth with the same frantic
enthusiasm as Bret was fucking his arse.
The scent of sex and sweat swirled around. Reece’s nerves were on fire and the pressure
building in his arse was amazing.
He gripped his cock and jerked it hard, taking himself to orgasm. He needed it and it
was time. The script gave him permission to come now.
And it was just as well, a few more deep penetrations that hit his prostate just right and
it was there.
He couldn’t warn the two men who were taking him to paradise. His mouth was full,
but he shook and trembled, his arse spasmed around Bret and he gasped around Cade.
Cum left his cock in a wonderful energy of release. He yanked himself furiously,
violently, as Cade pulled out and watched him orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Cade said. “That’s it. Keep going.”
Reece squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His prostate was getting such a pounding.
Bret’s shaft was shunting into it over and over.
More cum burst from him and he was lost in the slick, mindless magic of coming.
Cade held him, cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek. “I’ve got you.”
“Ah…ah…ah…” Reece said, remembering to breathe as his pleasure settled then
receded. “It’s…so good.”
“It is,” Bret said, shifting beneath him. “Too damn good and I want some of that in me.”
He urged Reece up.
Reece lifted off him, his heart was thumping and his limbs exhausted. He had no idea
what was next in the script. His brain was as fucked as his arse. And damn, his arse felt good.
It was all quivery and hot now that Bret was out. His balls were tight and his cock finally had
some relief.
“Do me,” Bret said fiercely to Cade. “Now.”
Cade reached for a condom.
Reece watched, his eyes struggling to focus. Oh, yeah, this was the next bit of the script.
Jack was up again, recording the action.
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Bret got onto his hands and knees facing the top of the bed with his arse presented to
Cade.
Reece rubbed his hand over Bret’s taut buttocks. He had a tattoo, in the small of his
back—Ride Me.
“That’s what you want, cowboy?” Cade asked, rolling on a condom. “A good riding?”
“Fuck yeah,” Bret said, pulling his left buttock so that his hole was exposed. “Lube me
up and ride me.”
Damn, Reece could feel himself hardening again. He grabbed the lube and coated his
fingers. As Cade secured the condom, Reece rubbed Bret’s hole, dipping into the center and
giving Jack a good view for the camera.
Bret gasped and hung his head. He was playing with his cock.
Reece slid in, deeper, to so his entire index finger was in the cowboy’s arse. It was clear
Bret wanted more though. He was gagging for it. Reece had no idea if Bret was still aware
they were being filmed, that they were acting. But none of that seemed to matter anymore.
They were just fucking each other stupid.
“Ah, yeah, let me at it,” Cade said, lining his cock up at Bret’s hole.
Reece pulled his finger out then watched as Cade pushed in and Bret opened up for
him, his hole expanding as Cade’s glans separated it.
“Give him more,” Reece said, a tremble in his voice. He knew how damn amazing
Cade’s cock felt going in like that. “Give it all to him.”
Cade threw back his head, gripped Bret’s shoulders and thrust to the hilt.
Bret cried out, a deep, animal-like scream. But it wasn’t in pain. It was pure bliss.
Reece grabbed his shaft. He was nearly at full hardness again. Seeing Cade bottom out
on Bret had lust raging through him. Damn, he wanted a go. He wanted to fuck Bret.
He grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on.
Cade was fucking Bret hard, in and out, his balls slapping up against Bret and the
sound smacking around the room.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Bret shouted, panic in his voice. “Don’t stop,
for fuck’s sake.”
“Let me have a go,” Reece said, touching Cade’s cheek.
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Cade looked at him and Reece knew it was too late. He was gone. His eyes were glazed
and his mouth slack. He froze for a moment then his features contorted, as if in agony
though it was, of course, extreme pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” he managed through gritted teeth. As he came, his abdomen
rolled inwards from the base, the curl traveling higher as he exhaled on a long, deep pant.
“No…give me more…” Bret cried, pushing back and masturbating furiously.
“Let me,” Reece said again.
This time Cade heard him. He withdrew and collapsed back onto his arse.
Reece lined up. He didn’t mess around—Bret was well lubed and stretched, so he just
rammed home until his balls were mashed against Bret’s and his pubes settled against his
buttocks.
Bret groaned long and loud. “Give it to me. I’m so close.”
Reece did. He gripped one of the straps that held Bret’s chaps on and barged in and out.
He pressed his hips down a little so that the tip of his cock would really grate over Bret’s
prostate.
“Yeah, like that, like that…” Bret moaned, twisting his head to the side and his Stetson
falling off. “Fuck, like that, Timothy. Give me your fat English cock.”
Reece picked up the speed. It was frantic, animalistic and soon he felt Bret coming—his
arse squeezed the root of Reece’s cock as he trembled all over.
Jack was there, recording Bret’s cum spurting onto the bed.
Bret made a good loud noise, a cry and a groan. Viewers would be in no doubt that
Reece had hit the spot.
A wave of pleasure rolled over Reece. He sank to full depth, let his head loll back and
came again.
“Holy fuck,” he yelled. Spasms jolted from his groin and racked his body. He came and
came and came in an endless, wrenching explosion. The orgasm had detonated from some
place so far inside him it had blown him apart.
It wasn’t a cum-heavy release, but damn it was satisfying and deep, and as Cade had
promised, Reece really was struggling to remember what planet he lived on.
Goodness only knew what state he’d be in after the next scene, when the next fantasy
was realized.
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Orchestrating Manoeuvres
Lily Harlem
Excerpt
Chapter One
I flopped back on my mountain of pillows, gasping, writhing and shoving Enrique—my
new thick, black Rampant Rocker vibrator—into my pussy higher and harder. He was
great—long, wide and lined with vein-shaped ridges. And because he was so new to my
collection, he seemed to have extra energy, extra enthusiasm for pleasing me. It was as if he
was competing for a favoured position in my top drawer.
“Oh, yes, yes,” I called out, upping the speed and finally letting his wicked forked
attachment buzz around my clit. “Oh, yes, Enrique!” I twanged forward, sweat forming in
my cleavage and my heart pounding. Flattening my palm over my pussy, I held him against
my deliciously tormented clitoris. Electric sensations surged through my nerves. My internal
muscles clamped and moisture seeped over his shaft, easing his way as I pumped his
impressive girth in and out, in and out.
I squeezed my eyelids shut and instantly Dale’s face appeared before me, a hot sheen on
his brow and his mouth parted as he gave in to a fierce climax. Tearing open my eyes to
shake the painful, memory-laden image, I stared at the huge framed poster of my own face
gracing the cover of Vogue last month and came—sharp, intense and breath-taking. God,
Enrique is good, worth every penny.
Panting, I pulled Enrique out and tossed him to the bottom of the bed. He’d served his
purpose. Started my day with an orgasm. That was why I’d bought him. Carlo just wasn’t
doing it for me anymore, his pink, plastic shaft pale and insipid, his rotating glans no longer
a novelty and he just didn’t hit the spot with his thin little ears.
I glanced at the clock and sighed. Ten forty-five. I supposed I should get out of bed.
Perhaps I could go and get a pedicure—I was already fed up with the Baby Bunting-coloured
nail varnish I’d had applied three days ago at The Spa. Or maybe Naomi would be up for
champagne and caviar at Jenson’s. I frowned and tried to remember if she was eating at the
moment. I couldn’t be sure, but it was worth a try. I rolled onto my stomach and reached for
my cell. There were two missed calls, one from my agent and one from my mother. I would
sort them out tomorrow.
“Naomi, darling,” I said when she answered on the first ring. “What are you doing
today? Fancy some bubbles?” I flipped onto my back and stretched my legs up towards the
ceiling, a combined inside leg of an impressive sixty-six inches.
“Tiffany, babe, I thought you would be here. It’s the Tiara event.”
I sat upright and folded my legs. “What…today?”
“Yes, didn’t you speak to Rachel?”
I groaned. “No, I’ve been avoiding her. She’s crazy at the moment, too many
hormones.” My agent of four years was in the first few months of pregnancy and driving me
nuts with her talk of babies. As if I would be interested in babies—if I didn’t have a perfectly
flat stomach I would be out of a job.
“Well you ought to give her a call.”
“Yeah, I guess I’ll brace myself.”
“Come on, snap out of it. Where’s your spark gone? Enough moping already, get back
out working, if not for the money then for your sanity.”
I could always rely on Naomi to say it how it was. Since Dale had left me three months
ago, I’d struggled to get my usual enthusiasm for the world of modelling that I loved so
much. Some people had their hearts broken and threw themselves into work—not me. I just
wanted to lounge around, play with my toys then head out for something bubbly to drown
my sorrows in.
“It will do you good, Tiff,” Naomi was saying, “to get some gigs in the diary and meet
some new people. Don’t let him win like this, babe. Show him what he’s missing and he’ll
come crawling back.”
Sliding to the side of the bed, I had a sudden rush of determination. She was right. I
would snap out of my wallowing. Okay, so Dale had wanted a ‘break’ from dating one of the
UK’s highest paid models but still, surely I could find a way with all my connections and
attributes to make him wake up to his foolishness. Let him see that I was more than just a
face and a body.
I’d made him happy, he needed me in his life, our love was meant to be. I knew all that,
so why didn’t he?
I stood and squared my shoulders, pulling in a deep breath. Yes, I’d hit him with a
media slap so hard he’d crawl back, begging, on hands and knees. I would teach him that
asking for a ‘break’ then not calling all this time to make up was the biggest mistake he’d
ever made.
But was it?
Sighing, I walked naked to the bathroom, wondering why my self-confidence felt so
low despite being in demand worldwide for catwalks and cover-shots. Naomi was still
chattering in my ear, telling me about a concert she’d been to. Two male pianists—Italians—
gorgeous and taking the music industry by storm with racy videos and saucy stunts.
Shocking the hell out of toffs who thought they knew more than anyone else about classical
music and didn’t believe it should be played by anyone not wearing a tuxedo or a ball gown.
Finally I heard Naomi bark at a makeup artist, her thin temper slipping as apparently
one eyebrow hair was plucked without her consent. “I’ll catch you later, Tiff—they’re a
bunch of morons here—but remember what I said. Get out there before everyone forgets who
you are or you get a fucking wrinkle.”
I snapped shut my cell phone then reached for my toothbrush and began to scrub by
teeth as I called Rachel. “Hewwo, Rach, it mhwee,” I said through foamy mint.
“Tiffany, darling, thank goodness you called. I’ve got the most fabulous opportunity for
you today but we don’t have a minute to waste. You need to get over to Notting Hill, darling,
fast…like, you should have been there an hour ago.”
I spat in the sink and stared into the mirror, checking no wrinkles had sneaked up on
me overnight. They wouldn’t dare. “Why what’s going on in Notting Hill?”
She sucked in a breath, held the tension for a long, dramatic second then said, “Well.”
She finally breathed out. “Ingresso Livello are filming a new video today and they want you!”
“Who?” I asked, pouting at my reflection and tilting my chin. I had a little flush of
colour on my cheekbones from Enrique’s skilful vibrating. It suited me.
“You, darling, they want you.”
“Yes, I gathered that, but who wants me?”
She sighed. “Ingresso Livello…you know, the pianists that played at The Royal Albert
Hall last weekend. Everyone who’s anyone went. They had pole dancers alongside their
grand pianos and served champagne in glasses shaped like women’s torsos at the after
party.”
“I didn’t go.”
Rachel put on her sternest voice. “I sent you a ticket and called you about it twice, Tiff,
but if you don’t open your mail or answer your phone, you’re going to miss things.”
I tutted, but silently agreed that I really must sort through the ever-growing pile of
envelopes by my front door and stop hitting silence whenever my cell rang and it didn’t flash
the name Dale.
Cogs turned in my brain, sliding and slipping into place as I flicked on the shower.
Naomi’s conversation came flooding back to me—Italian pianists causing a storm with their
sexy videos, hot studs with talented fingers and shameless images alongside beautiful
classical music. Ingresso Livello, yes, now the foreign name was familiar. I’d heard people
talking about them when I’d been out and about in the clubs.
“Okay,” I said to Rachel. “Text me the address, call them and let them know I’ll be there
within the hour…say I had a family emergency or something.”
“Great!” Rachel said. “You won’t regret this, Tiff. Not only are Ricardo and Nari drop-
dead gorgeous, but this video could catapult you into acting. So smile for the camera and do
your best not to look so damn depressed.”
I huffed and clicked off my cell. Stepped into the shower and let the piping hot water
rain down on my body. I was not acting depressed, just having some ‘me time’ while I fixed
my broken heart. Surely I was entitled to that. Dale and I had been together for over two
years. It was taking a lot of adjusting to not having him there.
I reached for an exorbitantly expensive shower gel and covered my body in vanilla and
frangipani suds. Of course I knew Rachel and Naomi were right. When you’re a well-known
model, there’s always someone younger and prettier coming up behind you, happy to take
your crown and your work. Making the most of this opportunity was the sensible thing to do.
I knew that really. Plus it would give me something to do for the day.
About the Author
Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk
overlooking rolling hills her over active imagination has been allowed to run wild and
free and she revels in using the written word as an outlet for her creativity.
Lily’s stories are made up of colorful characters exploring their sexuality and
sensuality in a safe, consensual way. With the bedroom door left wide open the reader
can hang on for the ride and Lily hopes by reading sensual romance people will be
brave enough to try something new themselves–after all, life’s too short to be anything
other than fully satisfied.
Lily loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and
author biography at
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