Chapter Six
Toni tapped on the door.
“Yes?”
“Room service, sir. You asked for some pillows.” Her voice was firm, surprising Toni, since pretty much all she could think about was getting fucked. This was probably why porn films didn’t have a whole lot of dialogue. Who the hell could remember it at times like these?
“Come in.”
She opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. “Where would you like them, sir?”
Ryan tapped the bed next to him and smiled, spreading his legs and showing his erection beneath the pajamas.
Toni’s gaze dropped appreciatively. “It doesn’t look like you’ll be needing anything else tonight.”
His hand reached for hers and Ryan pulled her gently down onto the bed. “I can only think of one thing.”
His lips grazed hers as his hands slid up her spine beneath the strings of her tiny top. She drew a breath for her last formal line. “Funny. I’m thinking the same thing myself.”
And it began.
A slow dance between them, first the move that freed Toni of her top, releasing her breasts into Ryan’s waiting hands. He was good, very good, lifting them, swirling his tongue around her nipples, making them hard and aroused with no effort at all.
Toni realized he was keeping his mouth open and his tongue extended—the camera must be getting some wonderful shots of her rigid and puckered nubs as Ryan licked and sucked them. He was turning her on rapidly, finding all the best places to nip and to tease, doing what he did so well with skill and confidence.
A small moan escaped her throat and she let her head fall back as Ryan grasped both breasts, pushed them together and worked both nipples rapidly, his thumbs whirring around them along with his tongue.
Christ, she was getting wetter and hornier by the minute. It was almost a relief to feel one of his hands at her belly, unfastening the snap of the mini-shorts. They fell easily, sliding down her thighs to the floor with not one single check on the way. She stepped out of them and tumbled onto Ryan and the bed, rolling with him and ending up astride his muscled hips.
“Mmm.” She slithered down to his thighs and reached for the tie on his pants. It wasn’t in the dialogue, but the tiny murmur seemed appropriate. They could always edit it out afterwards.
The silk parted and Ryan’s cock sprang upward, the sheer condom barely noticeable over the stark red and purple shades he was proudly displaying. And once again Toni realized how well this guy was hung. Truly a thing of beauty. She caressed it, running her hands up and down, lost for a moment until Ryan shifted his hips, lifting her with a gentle nudge.
She remembered she was supposed to be taking his pants completely off, not drooling over his cock.
Ooops.
The silk pajamas rolled off Ryan’s legs without a hitch and Toni returned to his body, resting her palms on his chest and staring at him. “What do you want?”
He gazed back at her. “Everything you’ve got.”
She lifted up and stretched, her breasts full and swollen. “Then take it.”
Swiftly he rolled her over and stroked her pussy, finding her clit and fondling it firmly. “There?”
“Oh God, yeah.” Her hips moved toward his hand. “That’s so fucking good.”
Toni let herself go. She forgot that the lights had dimmed a little to add to the “fantasy” feel of the scene. She forgot the camera was rolling. She forgot there was a crew observing this moment, recording it digitally for later editing.
She willingly set all that aside and became exactly what she was portraying—a woman desperate to get fucked.
There was nothing now but an overwhelming, crushing need. And Ryan’s cock and hands and fingers and what he was doing to her. He pushed her fully onto her back and spread her thighs wide with one hard push of his hands. She was open to him, her pussy bared, the air cool against the moisture she knew was already gathering there.
He put two fingers against her sex and swiped at it, teasing more liquid and smearing it over her belly and breasts. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream, baby.”
“Do it then. Make me scream.” She bit out the words as his fingers returned, strumming her clit then diving into her, pushing hard and stretching her, adding to her excitement.
“You asked for it.” Ryan’s hands pushed against her shins, moving her legs up until her heels rested on the bed, then even further, bending her knees and splaying her as wide as her body would allow.
Only then did he touch her with his cock, a slight brush at first, making her sob. “Jesus, fuck me. Just fuck me, don’t tease me like this…”
Toni squirmed beneath him, her knees almost touching the bed either side of her head as Ryan reached down and positioned himself.
“Oh yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you.”
And he did.
One powerful thrust and he was inside her, huge and hot and filling her to capacity and then some. It was—wonderful.
In spite of Ryan’s warnings, Toni couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper. And when he started to thrust, the whimpers turned into moans that refused to stay within her throat.
It was just too fucking exquisite to live through in silence.
She arched her spine as much as she could, pushing her clit into Ryan’s thrusts, meeting his body with her own, driving herself further and further along the path to the best moment of all.
Ryan was silent now, his body hammering into her, the sounds of their fucking loud in the room, echoed only by the panting breaths that underscored his fierce pounding.
“Fucking shit…” It was a harsh groan.
Toni opened her eyes to see Ryan’s face sweating and his hair flying around with the force of his movements. His gaze was fixed on her pussy and his cock, his hands holding her legs apart as if he could force himself even deeper by sheer willpower.
“Christ, I can’t fucking believe you…” He pulled out of her with a grimace that could well have been pain or ecstasy and turned her roughly onto her stomach, shoving some of the extra pillows beneath her body.
Nerves thrumming, blood pounding in her ears, Toni lifted up so he could stack them beneath her belly, positioning her ass on the very edge of the bed. Ryan was now standing, staring at her ass, his cock rigid and gleaming.
Wantonly, she spread her knees, knowing her pussy and her ass were open to his gaze. Let him do whatever he wanted. She was close, so close to coming that at this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted those last moments, those last strokes that would send her over the edge into long-denied oblivion.
“Good, baby. So good.” Ryan stroked her ass then slapped her, the sound ringing loudly around the silent room.
He thrust into her and slapped her again. “Shit yeah.”
These weren’t the viciously loud thwacks that Nick had dealt Suze. No, these were sharp, stinging moments of painful pleasure that made the blood rush hurriedly to her pussy and her ass.
She moaned, a low deep sound that she managed to muffle in the linens. God, this was so great. Her heart was pounding like a drum and her body wound tight as it waited for the final release. At last.
“Gonna make you scream, baby. Scream just for me.” Ryan picked up the pace once more, his balls slapping loudly against the backs of her thighs. This time he was going really deep inside her body, stroking strongly against every slick inch of her inner muscles. The tension he created traveled through her entire groin, making her ache and shiver as the delicate skin around her clit moved in tandem with Ryan’s thrusts.
“God—” Toni cried out the word from the depths of her arousal, her spine dancing with electric tingles, her hands clenching in the linens as her orgasm crept inexorably toward completion. “Yeah, oh yeah…please…”
Ryan pummeled her, his cock a piston, his hips the drive shaft of a finely tuned auto doing a hundred miles an hour.
Toni was completely unable to hold anything back.
This was the moment she’d missed. The moment she’d almost forgotten. The long seconds that stretched into eternity—that timeless instant before climax.
Her hands fisted full of sheets, her head turned to one side and she gritted her teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut.
And screamed.
Every muscle in her belly went into spasm, her inner heat latching onto Ryan’s cock with a grip so fierce it was almost painful when he pulled out. She throbbed and whimpered, riding the clenching fury in her own private universe, scarcely aware of the hot wetness that Ryan had spurted on her back all the way from her ass to her shoulder blades.
She shuddered again as after-shocks rattled her, the long-overdue orgasm making its presence known with continuing ripples of sheer pleasure.
Finally, she sagged onto the pillows and groaned.
There was silence all around her, a thick surprising silence.
Then “Cut.”
And loud applause spontaneously burst out, shocking the crap out of Toni. She carefully opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into the lens of the camera.
She vaguely heard people talking.
“God, she’s good.”
“Ryan’s never been better.”
“That was the best cum shot I’ve seen in years.”
“She does one helluva job faking it…”
“No need for any more takes on that one. It’s in the can.”
Toni smiled a tiny private smile. She was content, her body humming with remembered pleasure—and nobody but Ryan any the wiser to the fact that she hadn’t faked a damn thing.
Then she noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at her. It was Paul, partly hidden in the shadows behind the camera.
He wasn’t saying anything, just gazing at her intently as a bead of sweat rolled from his forehead to his chin, catching the light and sparkling as it fell. He shifted awkwardly on his chair, never looking away from her face.
She blinked as a sudden certainty swept through her like a bolt of lightning.
Paul knew she’d come.
For real.
~~~~~
Several hours later, as the sun was dipping low into the ocean, Paul found himself strolling along the beach beside Toni.
When they’d wrapped the last scene, she’d vanished, gone before Paul had the cameras secured. He hadn’t missed that look, that soft glow on her face that screamed “I’m done”.
He’d homed in on it, connected with it, almost been part of it. Shit, he wanted to be a part of it. He wanted to be the one putting that half-smile on her face. In private. Somewhere there were no cameras or lights or anybody else for miles around.
And then he wanted to do it again.
He’d struggled with this whole thing during the evening, not knowing what he ate, barely listening to Suze and Nick as they squabbled with each other over dinner and avoiding everything but his thoughts.
Toni had finally appeared when dessert was done. She shook her head when Fran offered her food, saying she’d eaten something before she’d gone upstairs for a nap.
Whether she had or not, Paul didn’t know. But he could take a pretty good guess that she hadn’t napped. The strain was showing around her eyes. He was probably the only one who noticed, since he was trained for that stuff, but still…it was there. And he wanted to stroke the little line away from between her eyebrows.
He’d gone to her, reached for her arm and led her firmly away from the arguments brewing around the dining table. “We’re going for a walk. Don’t kill each other while we’re gone.”
His comment had been lost, but Paul didn’t care. He just wanted to get away from it all for a little while—with Toni.
She’d changed into cut-off jeans, not short ones like so many women wore, but comfortable-looking ragged ones that stopped just above her knees. With her simple sweatshirt above it, she looked like any California girl—a beautiful one, of course—just enjoying the beach and the sunset.
He grabbed her hand and tugged on it. “Talk to me.”
His words broke the silence that had fallen between them as they’d left the house and walked down the short path onto the sand. Her sandals dangled from her other hand and she dug her toes into the soft whiteness beneath her feet with a grin.
“About what?” Her gaze flicked up to his face, then away again.
“I dunno. Anything.” He looked around. “Dogs.”
“Dogs?”
“Yeah. You like dogs?”
“Sure.” She sounded puzzled.
“Good. Because I think one’s coming over to say hello.”
With an eager trot, a dog was indeed coming over to greet them, whuffling and doing doggy type things that meant he was happy to see them.
“Aww. Hi, boy. Aren’t you a cutie?” Toni cautiously held out her hand and let him sniff it.
Apparently, the critter had good taste, since he promptly licked Toni’s fingers, then bumped them with his nose.
“Want a scratch, huh?” Toni obliged with a laugh, ruffling his ears and making a friend for life.
Paul watched her. She was so natural, not a thought for her nails or her makeup or anything other than petting her new best buddy.
Lucky dog.
Finally, the animal decided he was content and took off for the edge of the water and a stray seabird, which had dared to intrude on his territory. They strolled away from the barking.
“Cute pup.” Toni brushed her hands on her jeans.
“Uh, yeah.” Since beneath his shaggy coat, the “pup” was probably a hundred pounds and then some, he supposed the word “cute” was a girl thing. He had to agree, though. It was a nice dog. “So you like dogs. Did you have one growing up?”
She shook her head. “No.”
Paul took her hand once more. “Hey. You were going to talk to me. Remember?”
She sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound abrupt. No, I didn’t have a dog.” She shrugged. “I didn’t have a father either. I had a mom, but she…”
Paul waited, their fingers intertwined now, a comfortable grasp he found himself very much enjoying.
“She wasn’t what you’d call a candidate for mother of the year. Ever.” Toni stared out at the darkening sky. “Probably why I’m so scared of all this.”
Paul thought about that. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s a common enough story, Paul. Young single mom, no man around, little money…followed by too much liquor and a parade of men introduced to me as uncles. If they were, my mom had a bigger family than she ever told me about.” She sighed. “I hated that part of it. I found books were more use to me than being nice to my uncles.”
“Did they—did you—” Paul wasn’t sure how to ask the logical question.
“No.” She smiled at him. “I’ll give Mom that, at least. She kept them away from me. Besides, with my coloring—well, it’s obvious I’m a mutt.” Toni chuckled without rancor. “I’ve never looked at myself as anything other than who I am. I forget sometimes that people only see my skin. Not the rest of me.”
She stopped then, pulling Paul to a standstill. “You know, you’re the first person I’ve told that to.” Toni stared at him. “You really are amazingly easy to talk to, aren’t you?”
Paul cast a brief thought back over his most recent relationships. “Thank you. And you’re the first woman to tell me that, if you want the truth.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He urged her onward toward the rocks that broke the shoreline a little way ahead. “Maybe I just don’t care to listen to what most of ‘em have to say.”
“Or maybe they’re just too busy lusting after your body?” Toni giggled.
“There’s that too.” Paul smiled back.
“Oh look.” Toni pointed to the rocks. “Something’s sparkling over there. Let’s go see.”
They walked to the rocks together, carefully picking their way around the smaller pebbles so that Toni wouldn’t hurt her feet. “Coooool.” She stared at a tidal pool that looked as if it was glowing slightly. “I saw a TV show on that stuff once. Bioluminescence.”
“Yeah. Sure, that’s what I though too.” Paul nodded sagely. “Whatever.”
“No, really. It’s a bunch of plankton type thingies. Can’t remember the name of ‘em, but they glow if the water gets disturbed. There’s a place in—I think maybe Puerto Rico—where there’s tons of them. The water glows if you swim in it at night.”
“Someone must have a lot of free time.”
“Honest. No kidding on that. I put visiting Puerto Rico on the top of my dream list after I saw that show.” She sat down on one of the rocks that had been dried and warmed by the sun and watched the light slowly fade.
“What else was on your dream list?” Paul picked a spot behind her, swung himself down and pulled her back to rest against him between his legs.
She curled into his body quite naturally. “Oh all the usual things. Travel, kids, a family…a home of my own. The ability to grow decent fingernails. You know. Kid stuff.”
“I guess becoming a porn star wasn’t up there?”
“Shit, no.” Toni choked out a laugh. “Not even close.”
“And yet here you are.”
She was quiet for a minute or two. “Yes. Here I am.”
“Toni? This afternoon…your scene with Ryan…want to talk about it?”
A big sigh lifted her shoulders and she leaned back comfortably into Paul’s chest, resting one hand on his knee like she was in an armchair. “Not much to say.”
And there it was. The instant when Paul realized exactly how different Toni was to any other woman he’d met in years.
She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to ask him what he thought, if her face had looked all right, if she’d done this or that right for the camera. She didn’t ask for reassurance or compliments on her body or her technique. She didn’t do any of the things Paul discovered he’d come to expect. She really had nothing to say.
And oddly enough, at that moment Paul found himself wanting her more fiercely than any woman, ever.
His arms crept around her. “You came, didn’t you?”
She lowered her head, not turning, not looking at him. “Was it that obvious?”
“Probably not.”
“I couldn’t help it.” She mumbled the words. “I told Ryan not to hold back. I was too…nervous, too tense, too strung out, I suppose. After the morning…”
“I know. I understand.”
With a sigh, Toni leaned to one side and rested her head on Paul’s arm. “Yeah. Of all the people here, I think you probably do.” She moved slightly. “What’s scary is that it really didn’t mean anything. It was physical, pure and simple physical release. Like…” She stumbled for words. “Like a good sneeze that’s been hanging around for a while, you know?”
Paul couldn’t help laughing. “I get the point, but that’s a pretty crazy way of explaining it. There she blows…”
Toni laughed too. “Yeah, well I couldn’t come up with anything better off the top of my head.” She shivered.
“Come on. You’re getting cold and I reckon a good night’s sleep will help a lot.” Paul stood and held out his hand.
Toni took it, and then paused. “Thanks, Paul.”
“For what?”
“For this.” She nodded at the twilight beach. “For bringing me out here. Listening to me yak. For understanding.” Toni moved closer and leaned to him, kissing him on the cheek. “For being my friend.”
His arms slipped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m afraid I want to be more than your friend. You know that, don’t you?”
She swallowed. “Yes. I know.” She tipped her head to one side and studied him through the growing darkness. “And for the record, I think it’s kind of an interesting idea.”
Paul nodded. “We’ll see.” He smiled as she stifled a yawn. “But not tonight. I’ve got a headache.”
“Okay.” He paused. “Don’t let me forget to give you a box of tissues for our next time together.”
Toni blinked at him.
“In case you sneeze.”
She laughed, and this time, she took his hand, an easy move that sent tingles down to Paul’s cock. He could have had her, right here on the beach, with the waves lapping at their toes and the darkness covering their naked bodies. He knew it all the way to his bones.
But for once, he was going to wait, to let the heat between them build some more. It was all happening so quickly, in a place where sex was—well, to use Toni’s words, little more than a good sneeze.
He didn’t just want to fuck her. Well, he did, but not just a simple fuck—he wanted sex with Toni to be more than that for both of them. And he knew, deep down all the way to his balls, that it would be.
In an easy and relaxed silence, they walked back along the beach and into the house.