Dirty Lines (Blurred Lines Volume 4) (2 page)

Chapter 3

“We’re ready for you,”
a girl in skinny jeans and a white bra top says.

I follow her over
, and it’s then that I notice three cameras surrounding the bed, lights flooding every crevice. I realize every part of me is going to be lit up, exposed. A ripple of terror shoots through me and I think I understand a little better why Scarlett doesn’t want to do these scenes. 

John and the director wal
k over. I’m suddenly breathless with worry—about what might happen or what might not happen. Does my breath smell bad? Do I have something in my teeth…?

My pulse is pounding in my ears. 

“Ready for this?” John asks, flashing his beautiful smile.
He takes one of my hands in his and searches my face. “Don’t worry. What we’re going to do isn’t about sex, it’s about looking like we’re having sex.” He winks. “There’s a big difference.”

Nigel
, the director, chimes in. “John is right. We’re going to roll cameras and get shots of the two of you kissing, touching. John is going to remove your bra and panties. Once you’re naked, you’ll push John away and turn to camera two. We’ll be focusing on your body, so I’ll need you to lift your neck.” Nigel points to the camera at the end of the bed as he speaks. “Stand there for three seconds. John will grab you roughly and push you on to the bed and spread your thighs.” I must give Nigel a shocked look because he shakes his head. “Don’t worry. Camera two will still be on your body. No one but John will see anything but your spread thighs.”

I glance at John. His face is expressionless, but I sense his tension.

“Once your thighs are open, we’ll stop and,” he turns and the girl in the skinny jeans is there, holding up what looks like a paper thong. It’s nude in color and looks like it’ll rip to shreds at the slightest movement, “you’ll change into this and we’ll continue shooting. Got that so far?”

I nod.
Lick my lips. Swallow.

John is still holding my hand and he shakes it
gently. “Focus on me. If possible, pretend the cameras and crew aren't there. That’s what I try to do.”

“Okay,” I say. My throat is dry. “Can I get some water?” I say the words to no one in particular.

“Here you go, Cadence.” The girl
in the skinny jeans appears with a water bottle.

I open it and take a large sip
, swishing it over my teeth and inside my mouth, then swallow. “Thanks.”

She takes the bottle back and disappears.

“Alright people, let’s d
o this.” Nigel walks over to his chair and sits.

People are rushing around. Mindy comes over and fluffs my wig. Someone yells, “Quiet on the set.”

The girl in skinny jeans comes over with a black thing and yells, “The Supernatural Client List. Scene thirty-one. Take one.” She snaps it closed.

Nigel yells, “Action.”

And just like that John and I are kissing.

John pulls me to him so our bodies are touching. He places a hand on my cheek and leans down. My heart is beating so hard I think it’ll come through my chest.
His lips touch mine.

In that instant, the cameras are gone. The people are gone. It’s just John and
me and his lips on mine, right where they should be. He deepens the kiss, pushing my mouth open. His tongue enters my mouth and I meet it with my own.

John lets out a groan deep in his throat. In response my hands come up and my fingers entwine in his hair.

God, he’s a great kisser.

John’s hands slide around my waist and he unhooks my bra. Our bodies part just long enough for him to pull the bra off my arms and toss it to the floor. Then he pulls my
body back to his, pressing me into his taut abs and chest. My nipples harden as they brush against his muscled body.

John releases my mouth and I suck in a breath.

His eyes capture mine. They are filled with lust and longing and something else. I don’t have time to decide what that something else is though, because his lips crush mine, our teeth touching, our tongues dancing. I drag my nails down his back and my hands go beneath his jeans to his ass. His big hands cup my breasts and he teases my nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers.

I gasp.

He slides his hands down my sides. His fingers find the hem of my panties. His hands caress my ass as he pushes them off. I shimmy slightly so they fall down my legs to my ankles. Then I step out of them.

My hands find the button of his jeans. I want nothing more than to take his hardened cock in my hands, in my mouth, inside my pussy.

It’s then that I remember what the director said. I push him away. John steps to the side.

I’m completely naked in front of everyone, breathing heavily with desire. I
stretch my neck, lift my chin, and count to three.

One.

Two.

Three.

John grabs me roughly by the shoulders and kisses me so deeply he takes my breath away, and I’m lost in him again—until he pushes me onto the bed and forces my thighs open.

The director
yells, “Cut.”

John’s eyes are on my pussy. I can feel the wetness there, the way my lips are spread apart. I’m open to him.

The girl in the skinny jeans walks over. Her eyes glide down my body and linger on my pussy. Then she blushes.

John takes a pillow and covers me up.

“Don’t move, Cadence. I need to mark your position.” She takes out a roll of tape and places it under my right shoulder, my right hand, my elbow, my waist, ass, and the heel of my foot. “Okay, you can stand up.”

John helps me up. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t have to. The look on his face tells me everything
: that he’s disappointed we aren’t alone, that we had to stop. I wonder if my face is telling the same story.

Mindy hands me the nude thong. It does feel like paper but is thicker than I anticipated. I slide it on.

Nigel is back. He’s trying to focus on my face, but his eyes keep dropping to my breasts. I catch a glimpse of John. His jaw is clenched.

“You’re a work of art, Cadence.
Just incredible. You’re making my job easy. One take. Are you sure you’re not a professional?” Nigel says.

“
I—” I can’t speak. What does he mean? A professional, as in hooker?

John comes to my rescue. “Some people are just naturally talented.”

“You got that right.” He pats John on the shoulder.

“
Thanks,” I say, covering my breasts with my hands.

Nigel clears his throat. “
For this next bit John is going to remove his pants and then pull you to the edge of the bed.” He looks at John. “Pull her slowly, then kneel in front of her and put your head between her legs, like you’re licking her pussy. Do that for five seconds, then stand, pull her hard against your thighs like you’re ramming her, you know—fucking her good.”

I watch John roll his eyes.

Nigel turns back to me. “Cadence, for this sequence, I want you to start out with your hands above your head so we can get some great shots of your tits. Count three seconds and then put your hands in his hair, like you’re pushing his head into your pussy. Moan a bit, but keep your head out of the shot. Okay?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“When John pulls your body toward him, fall back on the bed and put your hands above your head again.”

I nod.

“We’ll go to that point. Places, people.”

The girl in the skinny jeans
is back. She helps me get my body back into position then steps away. “How’s she look, Bob?” she asks the cinematographer.

“Move her shoulder toward me just a tiny bit.”

She does. “How’s that?”

“Shift her heel back just a smidge.”

“Okay?”

Bob gives
a thumbs up. “Okay.”

Nigel sits in his chair.

The girls grabs the black thing. “The Supernatural Client List. Scene thirty-two. Take one.”

The set is so quiet. I focus on John. He’s
looking at me. He slowly unbuttons his pants and slides them off, then steps out of them. He isn’t wearing any underwear, but I already knew that. His cock is covered with a nude thong, just like mine. A light trail of hair runs from below his belly button down into the paper thong. I know what’s beneath. It’s huge, magnificent, and feels so good inside me.

At those thoughts, I tear my gaze from
his body and find his face. His eyes are intense, like twin pools of everlasting lust.

John steps forward and slowly pulls me to the edge of the bed so my thighs are touching my heels. He places his hands on my knees and then kneels, trailing his fingers down my thighs. I shiver in pleasure.

He puts his face into position and looks at me, gives me a full on smile and then covers the nude undies with his mouth, blowing warm heat against my pussy.

I moan, and it isn’t because I’m acting. It’s because, holy fuck, he knows what he’s doing. And I’ve never wanted a pair of panties gone so badly in all my life.

Then, ever so softly, he rubs the front of his teeth against my clit. I grab hold of the comforter and shake my head from side to side.

“Fuck
,” I say softly. The word leaves my mouth before I can help it and I freeze, certain the director will yell cut, but he doesn’t.

I lean up, grabbing John’s hair between my fi
sts, and push his mouth against my pussy.

John growls
so low only I can hear and does the unthinkable. He moves my thong aside and licks my bare pussy.

A shudder of heat rushes through me. Fuck
. Me. He’s going to make me come in front of everyone.

His tongue slides in and out as his finger massages my clit. Then he moves his mouth up to my clit and suckles, pulling me into his mouth as two fingers glide in and out, in and out, in and out.

I’m panting and throw my head back. “Please don’t stop.” My orgasm is right there, ready to explode.

John wipes his lips on my thigh, kisses it
, and then stands. The paper thong falls back into place.

My body is reeling. Begging.

John grabs me under the knees and pulls the backs of my thighs against him. Never in my life have I wanted to be fucked as badly as I do right now.

A part of my mind is surprised by that knowledge. I have no time to focus on that
, though. John’s cock is slamming against my pussy and I can feel it growing. He slows a bit. Our eyes meet.

I know exactly what he wants because it’s what I want.

Slowly he moves his erection inside me, bringing his paper thong and mine along with him. He pulls back and then slides in again and again and again.

I fling my body back, desperate for orgasm and at the same time hoping this sweet torture will go on forever.

Finally my orgasm crests and I’m riding wave after wave after wave of ecstasy.

Nigel yells, “Cut.” It doesn’t
slip past me that his voice is hoarse.

The full scope of what’s just happened sucks away the last of my orgasm.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

John gives me a look and shakes his head slightly. “Can I get a robe for myself and Cadence?” he shouts.

Instantly, one is over his shoulder and thrown over me. He slides his on, ties the belt, and steps away. “Someone bring me a cigarette. Now,” he shouts and walks away.

I’m not sure what to do. I don’t have to wonder for long. Mindy comes over and helps me put on my robe. She’s a little shorter than me but manages to whisper, “That was the most fucking hot thing I’ve ever seen. You could’ve cut the chemistry between you two like
a knife through cement, it was so strong.”

I blush, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks.

Chapter 4

Mindy walks me over to the makeup chair. I’m grateful. My thighs are shaking. She hands me a water bottle. I drink the whole thing while she adjusts and fluffs my wig. Then she reapplies powder and lip gloss.

Nigel walks over. He smiles like a cat who swallowed the canary, or like a
perv who just watched two people fuck.

Ugh, I’m an idiot. I’m sure John is humiliated.

“I was thinking the two of us could have drinks tonight at my place,” he says, putting one of his meaty hands on my shoulder.

I catch his reflection in the mirror. He’s trying to see down my robe. “Probably not a good idea,” I say.

Zane walks up and grabs me by the elbow. “Cadence and I need to have a conversation.”

“Wasn’t that amazing?” Mindy asks.

“Yeah, Johnny-boy. Cadence is a fucking pro.” Nigel pats Zane on the back and I feel him tense.

Zane doesn’t respond and practically drags me through the warehouse and out to the limo. When the door is closed he pushes me into my seat. M
y whole body tenses. Did he see what really happened? By the look on his face, I’m betting the answer is yes.

Shit!

“Take off that filthy thong.”

I hurriedly do so
, wadding it up and putting it in the pocket of my robe.

“Remove the robe,” he says.

When it’s sitting on the seat beside me, he pulls a small candle and a lighter from his pocket. He pushes up the wick and lights it. His eyes fixed on the flame, he says, “Did you have fun? Fucking John in front of all of those people like that?”

I suck in a breath. He does know.

“That’s right, my little PFA, I know what you did and everyone else in the room does, too.”

“I’m sorry,” I blurt. “It just sort of happened.”

He looks at me, his features hard. “Lie down.”

I do.

“His hands all over your body. His dick inside your pussy.” Zane kneels next to me and pours hot wax on one of my nipples. I scream, but he covers my mouth and pours wax on my other nipple.

It’s hot, but doesn’t really hurt that bad. Some of the wax drips down my breasts, but doesn’t get far before it hardens.

“Sit up and spread your legs.”

When they’re open, he pours a drop of wax on my clit. I throw my head back as an intense pleasure and pain shoots through me. “Fuck.”

The wax hardens. Zane slides a finger in my pussy. “This is mine, sweet Cadence. At least for the next five months.” His thumb presses against my wax-covered clit and he massages. “You understand?” He blows out the candle and pours the rest of the wax on my stomach.

I scream. This time he doesn’t cover my mouth with his hand. Instead he sets the candle down and slides another finger in my pussy
, moving in and out. While his fingers are wreaking delicious havoc on my pussy, his other hand peels the wax from my breasts. Then he leans forward and takes one nipple between his teeth.

“You’re all mine. Body and soul.” He peels the wax
off the other breast and takes that nipple deeply into his mouth.

An orgasm is building quickly.

“Say it,” he says.

I look at him and see the anger. Beneath that is jealousy, but beyond that there’s more.

And I suddenly feel really bad. “I’m so sorry, Zane. I swear it won’t happen again.”

He slaps my pussy and pinches a nipple. “That isn’t what I want to hear, Cadence.”

I try to focus on what he’s saying instead of the tension building between my thighs, but he’s making it difficult. “Tell me you’re mine. Do it.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper.

He stops the extraordinary assault on my pussy and leans against the seat opposite me. His eyes are closed and his shoulders are slumped. It’s the first time I’ve seen him show weakness.

I kneel in front of him
. “I’m yours. I swear it,” I say.

He shakes his head. “I’m such a fucking idiot. You’re only saying that because you want me to pay for your college.” His eyes open and he pierces me with his intense gaze. “If I told you I’d pay for your college whether you fucked me or not, your tune would change, I’m sure.”

I suck in a breath and sit back, unsure of the answer. Would I? Really? I said as much to John when he asked the question, but that was three weeks ago. Sure I still had feelings for John. Obviously. I just fucked him—kind of—in front of a bunch of people. But what are my feelings for Zane? “What are you saying?” I ask.

Zane’s intense gaze darkens. “I’m saying you better get over here and make me forget I just watched you fuck another man.” He
adjusts his body, spreads his legs, then he undoes his pants.

It’s my turn to kneel in front of him. I take his cock in my hands and put him in my mouth.

Zane seems to relax and tense up at the same time as I swirl my tongue along the tip of his cock. He gets bigger and bigger, filling my mouth. I take all of him in so the tip touches the back of my throat. When I feel he’s about to come, he pulls me off him and turns me so my ass is facing him. He puts two fingers in my pussy. “God, you’re always ready.” He pulls me down on his cock so I’m filled with him. Then he lifts me off slowly and pulls me back down.

I shiver as the tension builds.

Zane thrusts his cock into me several times until my orgasm is close. His is as well. I can feel his tension building as well.

Abruptly, he bends me over his knee and spanks my naked ass hard, moving from one cheek to the other.

Tears fill my eyes. His other hand finds my clit and he massages it while he spanks me until my body shudders from the orgasm.

When my body relaxes, he pushes me off him and turns so we’re facing each other. “There will be no more warnings. If you fuck John
Cruze again, I will take away the college money, but I’ll do more than that.” He grabs my arm and squeezes. “I’ll make sure your brother suffers too.”

My body falls back like he’s slapped me.
“My brother?” I ask, after the initial shock wears off. “How the fuck did you know I have a brother?” Panic churns in my stomach. I haven’t seen my brother in years. The last time he was so high he tried to light me on fire. One of his friends stopped him at the last minute, dragging him from our apartment. There weren’t any goodbyes. No tears. He was just gone. And the idea that Zane has seen him or knows where he makes me crazy inside. I want to pummel him with questions and scream at him to leave my brother alone. Instead I grab my bathrobe and tie it around my waist.

Zane
zips his pants and scoots away. He opens the limo door and gets out. “It wasn’t that hard to find out about you,” he says, pushing open the door. “And you’d better believe I’m serious.” I step out after him.

“You better believe that if you harm a hair on my brother’s head, I’ll kill you.” The panicky anger bubbles up. I realize I’m serious. I don’t even really like my brother, but he’s family and no one better hurt him. He’s already hurting and he probably wouldn’t bat a fucking eyelash if someone threatened to hurt me. But it didn’t matter.

I breath out, leaning against the limo. “I-is he okay?” I whisper.

Zane shakes his head. The anger in his features vanishes as quickly as mine has. He steps back over and tugs on the tie around my waist. “He isn’t dead, but he’s far from okay.” Zane touches my cheek and walks away. “
By the way, I love the wig. Now get back to work,” he shouts over his shoulder.