The Sunday Arrangement (19 page)

“Good, good. I’m just
here . . . to drop something off and then I’m going to dinner with a friend.” The
tiny clutch purse in my hand, which contained only some lip balm and several
condoms, gave away my lie. There was nothing to “drop off.”

His eyes darkened
slightly. He didn’t believe me, and I wanted to squirm. I felt as if I had “I’m
here to fuck” written across my forehead.

“That’s interesting,”
he said in a flat and unconvincing tone.

I pushed a curl
behind my ear. Maybe a change of subject would make this a little less awkward.
“So how do you like working for Pierce so far?”

“I love it, actually.
I still get to cook, and I’m making three times the money I was before. I really
can’t ask for anything better than that.”

I sidestepped out of
the elevator’s entrance, moving closer to Pierce’s apartment. “I’m glad to hear
that. You have a gift, that’s for sure. I’m glad he found you.”

He nodded, once again
looking me up and down. “Well, that’s nice of you to say. Maybe I can cook for
you sometime? I’ve got a great pasta dish up my sleeve.”

I smiled and stared
at my feet. “I bet you do.” Was Lucas really hitting on me? I wondered what
Pierce would think of his new chef and me getting spicy in his stainless steel
kitchen.

 “Let me know if you
need anything, Ms. . . .”

“Hart. Lauren Hart.
But please, call me Lauren.”

A smile curved on his
thin lips. “Well, Lauren, I’ll be happy to help . . . with anything.” The way
he emphasized the last two words made the hairs on my neck stand on end. I
wasn’t sure what he was implying, but I didn’t think I hated it. Clearly this
chef wanted to cook something up with me.

Lucas stepped into
the elevator and with a push of a button, the thick metal doors closed.

Focus, Lauren.
I knocked on
Pierce’s door and waited. Quickly, the door swung open wide. I was met by a
causal, yet still expensively dressed Pierce. He was wearing a loosely buttoned
light blue shirt and black jeans. His dirty blond hair appeared to be still
slightly damp from a shower. I felt a little overdressed, but the look in his
eye, like Lucas’s, told me I had made an excellent choice. I hoped to be
rewarded for it later when we were on camera.

Pierce stood in the
doorway and looked at me without a word.

“You gonna let me in
or what?” I asked.

He shook himself out
of whatever pensive state he was in and nodded. “Please come in,” he said as he
stepped aside.

I walked into his modern
lit apartment. It was a bit smaller than mine and screamed “bachelor pad” from
the floor to the vaulted ceiling. Tasteful and luxurious. Paintings and
photographs of women hung on the walls. Leather sofas and chairs. A large
cowhide rug lay in the middle of the hardwood floor. The biggest flat screen TV
I had ever seen hung over his elegant white stone fireplace. I wondered if he’d
purchased the condo furnished, or if he had supplied the colorless furniture
and rugs.

“Are you hungry at
all? I had Lucas fix some dessert trays before he left for the night,” he said.
He gestured toward the granite island in the middle of his stainless steel
kitchen. “They’re in the fridge now, if you’d like something.”

Food would cut my
nerves about performing on camera, and I was eager to see what Lucas had
concocted. “Yes,” I said. I decided as I followed him into his kitchen not to
tell him I had met his chef in the hallway. He took a few platters out of his
wood-encased fridge. There were white-chocolate-covered strawberries, small jam
tarts, and mini chocolate cakes with cherry filling. Everything looked
delicious. I chose a strawberry.

Turning to look at
Pierce, I took a bite of the luscious strawberry. Silently, he watched me. I could
almost see him gravitate toward me a little. I licked strawberry juice from my
lips. “So what was the thing you wanted to add?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what
else to say. We never really talked before we headed to the bedroom, and it
felt weird to try and force it now.

His eyes followed my
tongue before he slowly took my hand. “Come with me, and I’ll show you.”

I left the green stem
on the counter and allowed him to lead me back to his room. As soon as I walked
in, it became resoundingly obvious what he had added: not one, but two more
cameras. The three cameras were positioned on the sides and at the end of the
bed. Optimum viewing.

“So we are making a
full-on porno?” I asked with a smirk.

“An amateur one, if
you want to call it that. I’ve dabbled with video editing, so it will be our
own private movie. This way we won’t miss anything.”

“As long as we make
sure this doesn’t get leaked, I’m game.”

“Why are you so paranoid
all the time? You need to loosen up.”

Oh, I don’t know.
Because my father thinks you’re screwing me and the company over?

“My reputation is on
the line here. That’s part of the reason I wanted to do this for my fantasy.
There’s something very exciting and scary about the possibilities of the
dangers of this little tape.”

Pierce smiled. “My
reputation is on the line, too, so you don’t need to worry about that. Now get
on the bed. I’m going to turn on the cameras.”

Having sex with
Pierce hadn’t really made me nervous before, but this was different. What if I
looked terrible in the video? What if Pierce didn’t want to sleep with me anymore
after seeing it?

He leaned over and
kissed my forehead. “Stop that worrying now,” he said as though reading my very
thoughts. I crawled onto the bed and watched as he turned on all three cameras.
He adjusted their angles before hitting record. A wave of adrenaline washed over
me. It was as if someone had breathed new life into my lungs, and now I was
ready. I leaned back into the plush pillows on his bed and crossed my legs at
the ankles, bracing myself for my first on-camera fuck.

He got onto the bed, crawled
on top of me, and stared longingly at my body. I practically melted under his
gorgeous eyes. “You’re wearing too much,” I said. I ran my index finger up and
over the buttons of his shirt.

“I could say the same
for you.”

Grabbing my hand, he
sweetly kissed my fingers one at a time. And then my wrist. And then my
forearm. All the way up my arm he left a trail of wet, wonderful kisses until
he reached my shoulder. My body tensed as his warm lips grazed my neck and then
my ear. He stared at my mouth before overtaking me. His hands cradled my body
as he leaned into our passionate kiss. The swift maneuverings of his tongue inside
my mouth aroused me. I wrapped my arms around his sculpted back, never wanting
to move. Kissing him felt like what I was born to do. Primal and heated and
perfect.

I opened the middle
buttons of his shirt as we continued kissing. My fingers found his warm, toned
chest. I pushed my hands against his hard pecs and used my legs to flip us over.
He grunted slightly as my body shifted on top of him, but he grinned. I knew he
liked it when I was on top.

His hands
automatically went to my hips. I reached behind me and seductively unzipped my
strapless dress. It fell forward off my chest, revealing my buoyant breasts. Almost
impulsively, I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my chest. He massaged
my breast with soft squeezes, making my nipple hard with desire. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the small sense of pleasure that went through my chest and rippled
throughout my body. I rocked my ass against his erection and glanced at the
camera on the right, suddenly remembering it was there. My arousal skyrocketed
as I stared seductively into the video camera.

I continued to rock
my body against Pierce’s like I was galloping on a bareback horse into the
sunset. Even with his clothes still on, I could feel the girth of his hard cock
against me. I was so glad this moment was going to be forever on film because I
knew I’d want to watch our slow and steady grinding over and over again.

With his other hand, Pierce
finished unzipping my red dress. Gently, he moved the zipper until my entire
dress fell off me. I wiggled out of it, momentarily moving away from his tender
touch. Throwing it to the other side of the room with a flourish, I got on all
fours and bent over him like a cat ready to pounce. My ass was high in the air.
My breasts dangled in front of his face like wind chimes swaying in the soft
breeze.

He nuzzled against
them before taking one of them in his mouth.

I sighed loudly as my
breathing began to increase in speed. How did he always know just what to do? My
fingers ran through his thick curls as he maneuvered around the tip of my
breast. Pleasure shot through me like a bullet leaving a gun. Never had a man
paid such careful attention to my chest, and I could see now that this had been
a huge oversight.

“Talk dirty to me,” I
whispered seductively. I licked the outside of his ear before lightly biting
his lobe. I could feel his body tense underneath me as though the feel of my
tongue had suddenly awakened him.
 “You’ve been a very naughty, naughty girl,” he said teasingly as he stared
into my eyes. “I think you need a few spankings for your bad behavior.” Almost
as quickly as he had spoken, he reached his palm behind me and slapped my ass.
One, two, three times. His palm sent bolts of pain through me, but they were brief
and somehow incredibly arousing. The rest of my body longed to feel the same
intensity, the same shock from Pierce’s usually gentle hands.

 I smirked at him,
feeling powerful as I saw the lust in his eyes darken. Being wanted by such a
gorgeous man, being filmed while fucking . . . it was all too much, yet
somehow, it wasn’t enough. The insatiable animal in me roared to life. She was
hungry and ready to feed.

“I don’t think you’ve
learned your lesson,” he said. His voice was rushed and gritty. He flipped us
again, and I took the chance to slip out of my lacy nude-colored thong.

Ravenously, I
unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way as he leaned over me. He nibbled on my
neck and stroked my breast as I struggled, concentrating on getting his clothes
off. Somehow, I managed to undo the final button. His shirt draped sexily open,
revealing his perfect abs. I shuddered at his impossibly perfect body. Was I
really in bed with such a god?

Slowly, he pulled his
shirt off, and I ran my long nails against his tight chest.

He shivered slightly.
“Stop that—it tickles.”

I laughed, but stopped
anyway. So much for dirty talk. I trailed my fingers slowly down his chest to
the brass button of his jeans. His lips once again found mine, and I paused to
take him all in. God, he could kiss. I tried desperately to keep up, to match
his intensity with my tongue.

With one hand, I
unzipped his pants. I broke from his kiss and slipped my fingers into his red boxer
briefs. Something large and hard was waiting for me, ready to burst out of its
confines at any moment. I delicately stroked his cock as it hung over his
jeans. Pierce closed his eyes at my touch. “Lauren . . .” he whispered. It was
the first time he had said my name during a Sunday meet-up. I loved the way it
sounded on his lips. I loved the way I could make him feel.

Quickly he took off his
jeans, tossing them to the side of his bed. Soon, both of us were completely
rid of all our clothes. We were naked and ready, willing and hungry. I knew
what I wanted to do to him; I just had to figure out how to get him to do it
without asking—that was part of the game. He continued to kiss me, moving
slowly from my neck to my breasts again. His wet lips felt cold against my
skin, but I welcomed his sweet touch. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back
and attempted flipping us once more. What I had in mind required Pierce on his
back, but he didn’t seem to want to comply. Breaking away from his lips, I moved
out from underneath him and he let up.

“Are you going somewhere?”
he asked.

It appeared I would
have to be specific with what I wanted. “Lie on your back,” I told him.

He arched an eyebrow
but did as I asked. I moved on top of him, my back toward his face. I moved my
body to lie over his and positioned my pussy in front of his face. My hands took
hold of his cock.

“All you had to do was
say so,” he said.

“Where’s the fun in
that?” I asked.

His tongue met my
swollen lips, and his hands gripped my ass. I shuddered.

The camera I had bought
was positioned right in front of me. I smiled slyly at it before I kissed the
head of Pierce’s erect cock. Gingerly I stroked the shaft, up and down. Up and
down. It was hard to concentrate on giving him pleasure when he was making my
head spin on the other end of our long bodies. I tried to keep my hips from bucking
as his tongue explored my pussy, but they seemed to have a mind of their own.

I ran my tongue up
the tip of his long dick. With my tongue, I moved in small circles around his
pink head, all the while staring into the camera. Pierce’s legs tensed underneath
me, signaling to me that he was enjoying our first 69 experience as much as I
was. I hoped the other cameras were getting a good shot of his expert tongue
jiving in and out of me.