Overexposed: The Complete Boxset: A Virgin Meets a Bad Boy Romance (4 page)

T
oday I’m
on a singular mission–find Devon. After searching the entire house and the veranda, I finally find him on location. It’s a surprise to see him here so early, he’s usually the last to the set: the man hates waiting. This morning, I woke thinking of him, and the sway of his power over me is a torment. It’s not fair to Eric, and I’m now determined to figure my mother-fucking shit out and get my life back on tracks–headed back in the direction of my meticulously planned future. Plans that don’t include a sexy-as-fuck photographer whose only goal is to seduce and derail.

Devon’s enchanted me. Lured me in with his raunchy words and perfect body and full lips and gigantic...and the saddest part is that he hasn’t even fucked me. That’s how pathetic I am right now. I feel so pent up in my own skin that I want to scream.

I’m in no mood when I finally reach him. “I need to talk to you.”

Devon doesn’t even look at me. “I wouldn’t know why.”

“If you want to see your paycheck, you’ll do as I ask,” I threaten.

“Fine.” Devon grabs my arm and hauls me back into the clutch of trees from yesterday. My face flames with the memory. When my pussy also tingles, I tell it to shut the fuck up. “What is it you so desperately need to get off your chest?”

My heart races in my chest, a dangerous combination of fear and excitement warring inside me. “There’s an obvious attraction here, and I think we need to address it,” I blurt.

You silly girl, why would you say that?
I’d never planned on voicing that certain bit of information, but after last night, it’s pretty obvious.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mother-fucking Thunderdouche!

“I think you know well and good about what I’m talking about.” I spear him with gaze. “You were not a fucking mirage I imagined in my
private
bedroom. Especially since I had to wipe up the ‘gift’ you left on the floor.”

There’s a tightening around his eyes, but his face is devoid of any incriminating expression. “There is nothing here. I’m a professional. Maybe you should try and pretend you are one too,” he says, before turning on his heel and stalking back across the sand.

He is being such an ass. I’d be a liar if I said his words didn’t sting. But I know I’m not imagining this thing between us. I still have the cum soaked rag in my room.

Refusing to stand here and appear that I’m wallowing in his rejection, I straighten my shoulders and make my way over to Crystal.

“Any specific directions this morning?” Crystal asks, still wary from the confusion of yesterday.

“Whore.”

Crystal blinks in confusion, taking it personally for a moment.

“Since the pompous photographer here is convinced I’m nothing but a dirty slut, let’s give him one.”

“What a fuckwad,” Crystal is quick to say. “He may be sexy as hell, but I’m not into his misogynistic bullshit. And that’s some bullfuckingshit, right there.”

“You know what, let’s go classy whore. Make him eat his words.”

Crystal gives me a quick high five and gets to work.

T
he moment
I walk onto set, Zach and Sam surround me. Zach holds out the earpiece. “He insists you wear it today.”

“I told you yesterday, that I’m the boss of this shoot and I decide what I do and don’t use.”

Sam moves closer, his eyes pleading. “Do you think you could give in, for just today?”

I look from one guy to the other, both seem nervous and jittery. “Is there something I should know about?”

“He’s in a mood, and has threatened to fire us if we don’t get you to wear it,” Zach answers, glancing quickly over his shoulder.

“Please, we will worship and love you forever,” Sam adds, with a grimace.

“Fine,” I concede, knowing I couldn’t handle if the boys were fired because someone had his panties in bunch after being called out on his bullshit.

“You are amazing and beautiful and our queen forever,” Sam singsongs as Zach put the earpiece into place.

I throw back my head and laugh at his antics, raising my voice loud enough to be heard. “Stop. As much as I love being worshipped and adored, any decent human would do the same.”

Glancing over at Devon, I see his eyes narrow.
Good, choke on that you fucking eavesdropper.

“
S
ierra
, if you’re done fooling around I need you on set.”

“Yes, master,” I mumble under my breath.

“Remember, time is money and you don’t like to waste either.”

Jackass. Trying to turn my own words around on me. I’m going to make him pay.

“Did you remember that today is sex toys day?” Devon’s voice hums in my ear. “We know how much you love playing with those.”

A spark of yearning races through me and straight to my core.
Damn him.

“Let’s start out slow, though. A little warmup. I want you to touch yourself in all the places you wished I’d touched you last night.”

I lay back against the soft cushions of the lounge chair waiting for him to come closer and I mouth the words. “Not you.”

“You can convince yourself of that, but I saw the way your body sang for me.”

You can do this, Anna. Just stay professional, despite the dirty things he says.

Arching my back, I trail my hands up to my breasts. I fondle them, feeling their heavy weight in my palms before taking my nipples between my fingertips and tugging on them. Once they’re hard peaks, I slide my fingers down my flat stomach, across my hips, and onto my inner thighs. Allowing my knees to fall apart, I lightly run a finger down my seam before dipping a finger inside of myself while maintaining eye contact with the camera.

“Spread that cunt wide, show me how it shimmers in the sunlight.”

So I do. I spread myself wide, applying just the right amount of pressure to the pale pink nub of pleasure.

“That’s right, you’re such a dirty girl. You love having everyone watch as you get yourself off,” Devon’s whispers before raising his voice. “Zachary, we need the vibrator and the anal plug.”

My eyes widen, and I’m thrown by the request.

“That’s right you wanton. I’m going to make you replay last night in front of everyone. And you’re going to do it and like it, or I fire all your little friends.”

I don’t have time to respond, before Zach is back at my side with the requested toys. “Do you need my help? I prelubed it, but if you’re not ready it can hurt like hell. Believe me.”

I barely nod before Zach’s throwing a towel over me. “He such a prick, making you do this out here in front of everyone.”

“It’s fine. It’s part of my job description.” I pat his arm consolingly. “I’m good at pretending.”

Zach smiles and winks. “Ready?”

I nod again, trying to relax and push out so it makes inserting the plug easier. Zach is the consummate gentleman, his gentle voice soothing as he does it in one swift motion. “All done. Are you good to go?”

“Yes, thank you.”

Zach stands, removes the towel, and hands me a very familiar purple vibrator.

“That’s right, they’re yours. I went in and retrieved them myself.”

Oh, fuck this noise. He’s invaded my space, taken my things, and now I’m going to make him pay. I’ll prove that he wants me just as much as I want him.

I start by running the vibrator down between my breasts, tracing a slow circular path down my stomach and inner thighs.

“Fuck what I wouldn’t give to taste you, to bury my face into your hot, sweet pussy and have my fill.”

The muscles in my thighs twitch with his words and the vibrator nestled against my swollen clit. I’m not going to last long if he decides to keep this up. And seeing as I don’t want to come and give him the pleasure of watching my body buck and drip because of him, I adjust my position. The vibrator now hovers a fraction of inch above my cunt.

“Come on naughty girl, show me all the dirty things you like to do to yourself when no one is watching.”

Fuck if that doesn’t make me instantly wetter.

“I’m tempted to take you back to my room and kiss and lick every savory inch of your body. To make you come so hard that you won’t be able to breathe.”

My hand betrays me, the vibrator slipping through my slick folds.

“That’s right, fuck that beautiful pussy. I can almost feel how tight you are as I push my thick, hard cock in. Imagine the way you’ll stretch to accommodate me, the way I’d fuck you until the only thought in your slutty brain is
more
,” Devon’s voice has deepened and lowered, the lust apparent in the notes of his tone.

And now I’m fucking myself in earnest, in front of the crew. I hate him for making me do this, I hate myself for loving it so much. But for fuck’s sake, I am making a dirty calendar so there really isn’t a reason to disobey.

“You like that, don’t you? The thought of your fucking tight pussy clenching around my massive dick.”

Biting my bottom lip, I can feel the storm gathering. Every muscle in my body clenches with the impending hurricane.

“Don’t you dare come without my permission,” Devon demands, his tone rough and demanding.

I raise my eyes to stare defiantly at the camera, my gaze scouring the lines of his body for any sign of his attraction. Nothing. His pants are smooth and flat, despite his filthy tongue. Disappointment surges through me; he’s only been teasing, using, and humiliating me for his own benefit. His limp dick proves his disinterest.

I release a frustrated moan, my body warring against my need to climax and resisting the seductive tricks of his silver tongue.

“Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap for the day,” Devon raises his voice so the entire crew can hear him.

After freeing myself from the plug, I shrug into my silk robe and drop both the plug and my vibrator into my bag. The crew is breaking down equipment, so I take the opportunity to wander down to the beach. Spotting a little rocky outcropping about a quarter of mile down, I head in that direction. I need some time to myself, to remind myself that while Devon Goode doesn’t want me, that I in turn don’t want him either.

I have Eric. Yes, Eric. Who I love. Who’ve I’ve loved for practically my entire life. So what if he doesn’t have the first clue about what my body desires–no, craves? We have all the time in the world for him to learn, especially when I finally leave this line of work. I just need to forget I ever met Devon Goode. That he ever made me feel more
myself
than anyone ever has. No, fuck Devon Goode. I refuse to indulge these little games we’ve been playing.

Settling into the small alcove of the outcropping, I wrap my arms around my legs and empty my mind of everything except the salty breeze playing through the strands of my hair and the crashing roar of the waves.

It works until a pair of strong arms pull me into their embrace. “Do you even know how close I was to climbing on top of you and sinking myself into your delectable flesh,” Devon whispers angrily into my ear.

He thrusts two fingers deep inside, his thumb rubbing against my clit in just the right way. “God, you’re so fucking sexy, you nearly drove me crazy today.”

Devon’s fingers begin to move as if infused with some sort of secret voodoo, and his free hand nudges open my robe. And then his hot, wet mouth begins to suck and nip and tease the peaks of my breasts with just the right mixture of pain and pleasure. My hips buck beneath his assault. Grasping his shoulders, I lean into his hand, my eyes rolling back into my head with the heady ecstasy of his hands and mouth on my body.

Devon releases the taut buds of my nipples, burying his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck. “Open your eyes. Stay with me.”

Instantly obeying, I open my eyes and slide a hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “I’m here.”

“Fuck, you were such a filthy tease, showing that pretty pussy to everyone,” Devon growled. “You were such a bad little girl, that I had to think about my grandmother all day just to stay professional.”

Every muscle in my abdomen and lower extremities tenses as his thrusting fingers bring me higher and higher. And when the thick pressure of his still clothed cock presses against my legs, I almost sail over the edge.

“When you come, I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear that you know you are mine, that I did this to you.” His mouth crashes down on mine and his free hand grabs onto my ass as he slides another finger in to nest beside the other two as he fingersbangs me with such skill and finesse that it should be a crime. “I want to feel you come around my fingers, to feel your velvet walls tighten and throb against my hand.”

He dips his tongue into my mouth, moving it with a caressing demand–matching the magic of his hands and I’m undone. I’m lost in the undulating waves of pleasure, my chest tight–a battle of hot and cold–as I tumble head over heels in the longest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, my lips still forming his name.

“That’s right you dirty, filthy girl. You’re mine.”

I
t’s
the last day of shooting, and it’s gone unexpected, and not in a good way. First, I wasn’t offered an earpiece–something Devon has insisted on since we started this shoot. It’s something I assumed would be a key component today, too. Instead I’m faced with Devon’s silence. His instructions and guidance are totally professional–the type I’d been accustomed to before and would have celebrated had this still been our first day. Instead, my skin flushes hot, and I’m ashamed to say how much I’d come to appreciate and love the coarse and indecent things which roll off his tongue with such ease.

When I’d tried to approach him during our lunch break, wishing for some sort of answer, he’d pretended I wasn’t even there–just picked up his plate and walked away.

Limbo is fucking hell.

I wish he’d confess his true intentions. I need to know if he’s worth burning the dreams of old, scattering the ashes of them into the sea to be lost forever.

At this point, though, the mere remembrance of his hands and mouth upon my skin is threatening to set me off again. My hands ghost over my body, tracing the brands he’d left upon me when he’d claimed me as his own. I quiver and writhe upon the sand, imagining what might have been if he’d claimed me fully. If he’d broken past the barrier, pushed his way past the point of pain to take the one thing I’ve held dearly with a closed fist my entire life. If he asked, I’d sorely be tempted to do just that.

The shadowed Devin of my imagination caresses and teases and sets my veins ablaze. Is it possible to orgasm from a phantom? Because I might be unraveling now, drifting in this otherworldly plain where fictitious Devon does nothing but pay worship to my skin, my cunt, my breasts, my ass.

If nothing else, at least I think this round of photographs will be sexy as hell.

L
ong after the
shoot is over, after I’ve put in the necessary appearance at dinner, I decide to retire early. Once I’m in the room, though, I’m like a caged animal. Pacing the floor, wringing my hands, and worrying what might have gone wrong. And then comes the guilt, my betrayal beating against my flesh, piercing with startling precision.

A bath. Yes, that’s the answer. I haven’t yet used the gigantic jetted tub, and a good soak will do my body good. A grab the lighthearted chick-lit book from the bedside table, with the hope that it will levitate this cloud of darkness swirling and infecting my soul. Twisting my hair into a bun on top of my head, I slip into the warm water–forcing my muscles to relax against the powerful jets. I should have hired a masseuse.  

I’m two chapters into the book before I’m distracted by the remembrance of Devon’s long, artistic fingers sliding deliciously into my cunt. The warmth of his tongue and breath against my breasts. I jolt out of the water when I feel the touch of my own hand against my aching mound.

No, I refuse to give him this power. I stand and grab a towel. After drying myself, I begin the calming task of applying all of my body creams and tinctures. I choose a cocoa butter lotion for my skin, the tropical delicious scent paring well with the balmy, salty ocean breeze.  

Slipping into my robe, I grab my computer and climb onto the bed. I try to Skype Eric; maybe seeing his comforting face with soothe my tortured thoughts. It rings and rings, so I hang up and try again. Still no luck. I slam my laptop shut and push it away from me.

I’ll just go to sleep. Everything always looks fresh and new in the morning. I just need to sleep it off.

Turning off the lights, I slip beneath the sheets. I finally manage to slip off into a half-dream/half-awake state, my brain refusing to give up on its goal of tormenting me. I toss and turn, at one point throwing off the sheet because I’m burning up. I finally give up, and cross the room to the veranda for fresh air.

Leaning against the railing, I take deep gulping breaths of the refreshing cool air. As I gaze out over the ocean, I spot a lone figure down by the shoreline, watching the waves. I know it’s him, and my feet silently glide across the sand and towards him–as if he’s a magnetic force my body can’t fight.

I’ve almost reached him when he speaks, somehow knowing that I’m there.  “I did my best to ignore you, to ignore…” he trails off, his eyes wandering the horizon. “But knowing that you’re on the other side of the wall, naked in your bed...it drives me mad.”

His body is electric, and I can’t resist the current snapping in the air between us now that I’m by his side. Devon turns to look at me, and I can see how deeply he wants me, his desire mirrored in my eyes and on my face.

“Maybe I’m still sleeping. Maybe this is just a dream, a figment of my imagination,” I muse out loud. This theory comforts me and helps me to push away the tentacles of guilt that want to strangle me for what I’m about to do. I can almost convince myself of that here in the dark, alone on a private beach; it
feels
like a dream.

Devon catches my gaze, his hand reaching out to touch me. As even he’s affected by the otherworldly magic floating in the breeze around us, and needs to make sure I’m corporeal and not a figment of his imagination. “Take off your robe and lay down.”

As if possessed by some mystical force, my hands untie the robe–the light fabric ghosting against my skin as the cool air sends a shiver down my spine. I obey, but not before saying, “You, too.”

His eyebrow raises, but he complies. Devon slowly unbuttons his shirt, allowing my eyes to caress and admire the hard ridges of his bare chest, the tight abs, and the lean v muscle which disappears into those low slung sweats. I want to jump up and lick that muscle and follow its path to the beauty that he has yet to reveal.

A rush of heat and wetness pool between my thighs. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly, and when Devon’s long fingers push against the elastic band of his pants, I’m not sure I ever will again. And then his pants puddle around around his ankles and he steps out of them. I’m feeling dizzy at the sight of his gorgeous body and his glorious dick which shows me with its own language how much it wants me too.

“Spread your legs wide for me, my sweet dirty girl. Your body is mine tonight.”

This time I don’t question him, I scramble to do as he bids. He lowers himself to the sand beside me, his fingers lightly following the lines of my body–circling around my breasts, skipping faintly across the planes of my belly and hips, sliding torturously across the soft skin of my inner thighs. Purposely ignoring the clenching of my core, as he works his path back up my sensitive skin.

With one quick maneuver his body is nestled between my legs, his hot, wet mouth suckling and nipping the hard peaks of my breasts with just that right mixture of pain and pleasure. My hips swivel beneath him, wanting to feel the pressure of the velvety tip of his cock bumping against my slick folds. And finally, when my fingers have dug halfway to China in the sand, his mouth begins its slow and agonizing decent, savoring every taste of me as his fingers trace the length of my legs. With the slightest pressure, he coaxes my legs further apart, the dripping wetness of my pussy laid bare–beckoning him to fill me, to let my folds surround his cock in the most erotic of sheaths.

Devon’s eyes caress the curves of my body with awe and reverence, and instead of feeling self-conscious, I glory in it. “You are so beautiful, Sierra. So fucking perfect. But be forewarned that we won’t be fucking tonight. Tonight is for me to finally have a taste of you.”

  Instead of feeling relieved that I’ll be keeping my virginity a little while longer, I’m disappointed. But it doesn’t stop me from releasing a moan. This deep, guttural sound of longing and demand. He answers, his breath washing across the blazing core of me before the flat of his tongue finds my clit–the tight bundle of nerves awakening and blossoming beneath his expert mouth. My hands automatically dig into his thick curls, my hips grinding against his mouth as he suckles on my clit–while also doing this magic thing with his tongue that I know must be illegal somewhere in the world.

“Devon,” I whimper. “Please.”

Answering my cry, he slides a finger inside me and I gasp at the sheer pleasure. “This must be a dream, you’re so wet and you taste like perfection.”

My body shivers and delights in his words, even as he slides another finger in to meet the first. He plays me like I’m an instrument that he’s practiced his whole life to perfect, and I close my eyes, content to lose myself in the sweet mastery of his music. Every muscle in my lower half clenches around his magical fingers, and when he plunges another into my wet folds I am almost undone. Until he slides it back out and uses my own wetness to massage my tight ring. My entire body awakens to the new sensation.

  Before I can even frame coherent words, Devon’s mouth is back on the thrumming bundle of nerves as his fingers massage and explore the once forbidden area. The more I concentrate only on the waves of pleasure he is inducing, the more relaxed and willing I become. And when, finally, his finger pushes into my anal ring, I’m more than willing to succumb to its taboo pleasure.

  Devon lifts his head, his lids heavy-laden with lust as he watches me, and I immediately mourn the heat of his mouth against my sensitive flesh.

  “Please Devon, let me taste you too.”

  “I don’t know if I’m willing to give you up. I could spend hours between your legs...teasing, sucking, sipping, tasting you.”

  “You don’t have to, just rotate,” I beg, my fingers pressing against his neck–trying to get him to comply to this one thing.

  “There’s my naughty slut. Be warned I’m going to fuck your perfect mouth until your jaw aches.

   My mouth waters at the thought, of finally being able to taste him in turn. Devon swivels over me, his velvety soft tip bumping against my lips. I grasp his cock and guide his silken hardness into my waiting mouth. His head dips back to my throbbing cunt as he begins to thrust against my tongue. He wasn’t exaggerating about making my jaw ache, if only from size alone.

   A few times he hits the back of my throat, and I choke, my eyes watering, but still I don’t stop. Instead, I dig the fingers of my left hand into his perfect, toned ass as I wrap my right around his thick, wet cock. Our groans of pleasure blend into a harmony of desire. My blood boils beneath my skin, my body both agony and exhilaration.

  “Come for me baby, come in my mouth, I want to taste you,” Devon murmurs against my cunt, the vibration of his words buoying me over the edge, crashing over me and breaking me into a thousand pieces of myself. Gazing up at the night sky, I float amongst its galaxies. When I finally come back to myself, I motion for him to move to his knees. I envelope his dick in both of my hands, plying him with both my hands and wet mouth. His fingers dig into my hair, anchoring himself in their dark strands as he plunges deeper and deeper into my mouth. And then his dick pulses, his hot come shooting down my throat with wild abandon.

  But the most significant thing of this whole encounter is how my name is swirling around in the air between us, called out at his most vulnerable moment.

  Tears well in my eyes, and I melted into his waiting arms. He holds me close, his hand stroking my hair, before he scoops me into his arms and carries me back to my room. Devon places me gently on the bed, covering me.

“Please stay, if only for a little while,” I ask, reaching out to grasp his hand.

He doesn’t answer, instead he walks around to the other side of the bed and slides beneath the covers with me. Tugging me into the warm safety of his embrace, I drift off to sleep with the scent of the sea on my skin, the taste of his in my mouth, and sweet dreams already in my head.