Dead by Midnight - Beverly Barton [149]
By the time she and her partner reached simultaneous orgasms—probably faked—her butt bore a series of red stripes. The skin had not been broken, only reddened and possibly bruised.
Moments afterward, the man standing over her tossed the whip aside and jerked the woman up and onto her knees. He reached down and yanked off her fancy mask, revealing Candy Ruff’s beautiful face. Terri Owens’s face.
At this moment in the movie, the revelation of Candy’s identity always excited him. Oddly enough, far more than any of the blatantly sexual acts.
As he pleasured himself, his hand moving rapidly up and down the length of his penis, tears trickled down his cheeks. He hated them, every last one of them. If not for their wicked acts captured on film for the world to see, he wouldn’t be doing this. It was their fault that he found it difficult to achieve an orgasm unless he was either watching Midnight Masquerade or thinking about it, reliving the scenes in his mind.
The man on screen threaded his fingers through Candy Ruff’s long, blond hair and forced her face against his erection. Without being prompted, she opened her mouth and began licking him from tip to root.
Candy Ruff took her fellow actor’s cock into her mouth.
Watching her on film while she sucked her on-screen partner’s dick, he wept. His body shook with a combination of pleasure and shame when he climaxed. As the tremors continued rippling through his body, he turned onto his side and glanced at the bedside clock through a haze of tears.
2:30 A.M. Pacific time.
She felt his warm breath against her cheek when he nuzzled her ear. Coming awake languidly, her nipples peaking and awareness tightening inside her, Lorie sighed as she turned and reached for Mike.
If this is a dream, dear God, I don’t ever want to wake up.
Her body ached with pleasure and longed for more. More of Mike. His mouth on hers, his lips tasting every inch of her, his tongue flicking across her nipples and between her thighs. His big hands smoothing over her from head to toe, his fingertips seeking and finding every erogenous zone. Mike on her, over her, behind her…inside her. Their first time had been fast and fierce, the second time slower, more sensual, more explorative. They had slept briefly, awakened, made love, slept and awakened again.
Mike ran his hand down her back and cupped her butt, pulling her toward him and pressing her into his morning arousal. He kissed her, a light brush of his lips across hers. Sighing dreamily, she caressed his cheek, her fingers encountering dark, scratchy beard stubble.
“I need to shave,” he said.
“Later. First things first.” She rubbed herself against him.
He laughed. “That’s what I like, a woman who has her priorities straight.”
“Do you have to go into your office today?” She kissed his shoulder, bit it softly, and then licked the bite.
Mike groaned. “I’m afraid so. But I don’t have to be there until ten.” He threw one big, hairy leg across her and hoisted himself up and over her. “That gives us plenty of time for more important matters.”
She brought her arms up and around his neck as she stared into his eyes. “I wish…” She had been about to say that she wished this could last forever.
As if reading her mind, he said, “It is what it is. Not the past, not the future, just here and now. Is that enough for you?”
“Yes.” She lied to him, told him what she thought he wanted to hear.
“I do love you, Lorie. I always have and probably always will.”
She saw the truth in his eyes, but she also saw the sadness and regret.
“I know. I feel the same way.”
He lifted her hips and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as he pushed slowly and deeply inside her. They lay together, their bodies