Click.
I did as he asked, my body burning hotter as he used that name for me.
That was who I wanted to be for him right now—his, and only his, dirty girl.
Then he shifted to my side, the camera seeing my whole body as he moved down me, kissing the hollow of my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. I moaned, arching against him, as he unsnapped my bra.
Click.
I didn’t feel an ounce of shame or embarrassment over the camera capturing our intimacy. I felt only pleasure, only trust.
With my breasts bared, Adam nuzzled his face between them, kissing at first, then nibbling. Next came a nip on the sensitive flesh.
I yelped, but it was chased by an oh as he soothed the bite with a lick.
Then he raised his face, met my gaze, and stared hotly at my lips. “Bet you’d like me to come on these beauties, dirty girl.”
“Oh God, yes.”
He rose, kneeling, cupping both my breasts, squeezing them together. “Bet you’d love it if I fucked these perfect tits and came all over your throat.”
I moaned my yes, at his words and at his rough touch that I loved.
“Put that on your list. Number twelve. You’re making a new list, dirty girl, and we’re going to work our way through all of it, over and over.”
Tingles spread down my body, settling between my legs, where I ached for him. “I want that with you. I want to do it all with you. I want you to have me in every way, Adam.”
Click.
Brandon was only taking pictures. There would be no video with this. No words to return to and play again and again. No soundtrack to listen to. But when I looked at this image later, I was sure I’d remember the words perfectly. Have me in every way.
I wanted that with this man, my after-dark Adam.
His hands traveled along my sides, down to the waistband of my panties. “I’ll give you everything, my sweet, dirty girl.”
“Yes. God, yes. Have me.” I arched my hips, asking.
“That’s it. Beg me with your body,” he said roughly, moving his thumbs under the band.
I rocked my hips higher, harder, thrusting at him. “Please give me your mouth. I love your tongue, love your lips.”
His groan echoed across the room as he pulled down my panties, exposing me.
There was no click.
Not until Adam moved between my legs, burying his face in my wetness. Then I heard it. Another click, mingled with the sound of my first feral moan.
It wouldn’t be my last.
As I moved against his mouth.
As I arched against his lips.
As I parted my legs wider.
He wrapped his hands around my ass, scooping me up, lifting me impossibly closer to his wicked, wonderful tongue.
Pleasure charged through me, surging across my body, taking me in a storm of bliss.
Yes, bliss.
I was in it. I was having it. And later, I’d see it.
But right now, I was living all my fantasies, and reality was so much better as I lost control with the man I loved.
I let go of the headboard, writhing, my hands in my hair, on my breasts, on my face.
I was caught in the throes of the most intense climax of my life, as Adam devoured me till the waves subsided.
But then, the moment grew more intense. Adam rose, shed his briefs, and kneeled next to me, stroking himself near my face, before he let go to bend close and whisper in my ear, “I love you so much, Nina.”
A second wave of pleasure crashed over me at those words. “I love you too,” I whispered.
“Now let’s show the camera how much.” He adjusted me, pulling me up and shifting me so I faced the camera on all fours. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, angling me higher, then he pushed inside my wetness.
I cried out, my neck stretching, my hair spilling down my back.
Click.
Yes, this was what I wanted. Everything exposed. Everything seen, as the man I’d fallen in love with me took me in a whole new way.
Without reservation.
He’d never held back with the physical. But now he was fully free too—to speak uninhibitedly as he fucked me rough and with passion. Whispering filthy things to me. “Grind against my shaft, my dirty girl. Show me how much you love it when your man fucks you hard.”
My body pulsed for him. I ached for another climax.
“I love it when you fuck me,” I cried out, rocking with him as he thrust harder, deeper. “Because I love you.”
He grabbed my hair, yanked hard, and covered my back with his chest as we moved together, him now doing most of the work. He brought his lips to my ear, his words low and just for me. “I know you do, baby. I feel it all with you. I have every single time.”
And I lost it again.
I lost myself in him, peaking and soaring into another climax, one that stole through my body at record speed.
But as he followed me there, groaning, cursing, and chanting my name, I knew neither one of us were lost.
We were both found.
And we’d been seen.
26
Brandon
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t aroused.
I’m only human.
And I’m a red-blooded man who likes sex.
No, who loves it.
Plus, there was that nagging issue of my dry spell.
Three years long.
So yeah, I was turned on AF behind the camera.
Which was admittedly a little weird.
My best friend was starring in a homemade porn.
But I knew better. This wasn’t porn. It wasn’t for someone else’s titillation. And it wasn’t staged.
Nina didn’t moan like an actress begging to be banged by the biggest dick in the room.
She clearly only wanted Adam. She never cheated to the camera, never tried to show a better side, or a dirtier side.
He was the same, his focus only ever on her.
And I’d seen my fair share of porn. Online videos had nothing on these two. The camera revealed the depth of their feelings for each other as I caught shot after shot of their passion. The look on her face, the intensity in his.
That said everything. And it said all the things porn never did.
It was the truth.
They came together like it was their only truth—the way they felt for each other.
And when they finished, and they curled up, softer, gentler, tangled in each other, I snapped that too. They’d want that—the before, the during, and the after.
Because it was the after that spoke the loudest. That said who they were to each other.
They were so madly in love that something else in me cracked.
Maybe it was the last layer of pain. The last layer of self-protection.
I hadn’t come to Vegas looking for absolution from grief.
But somehow, absolutely unexpectedly, I’d found it on a plane, and it had been finished in a bedroom as I witnessed someone else’s love. As I saw everything I’d denied myself since Jenna died.
And as I learned something new about myself.
I didn’t want to be lost after her.
I wanted to move on. I wanted to live again. Someday soon.
27
Adam
A week later
That was a helluva day.
One of my new shows had started production, and I’d had a fantastic meeting with a pair of business partners.