Once I have Ginger panting, I turn my face to Lexi. I decide right away that I’m going to book a million more scenes with her as soon as we’re finished today, because she’s not afraid of tongue, not at all, and when I reach down to play with her *, I find it completely soaking wet.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her mouth. She squirms against my hand, and I grin at her. “Is there something you want?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she croons.
She says it with the rote intonation of an experienced performer, and I press the pad of my finger against her clit, rubbing a tight little circle that makes her gasp. “I don’t believe you,” I inform her quietly, moving my hand to spank her ass. She lets out a breath of real surprise.
“You better convince me or maybe I won’t fuck you at all,” I continue. “Maybe I won’t let you come. How do you feel about that?”
She blinks at me, her mouth parting as I find her clit once again, stroking her in earnest now. She whimpers and I can feel her wetness all over my hand now. “Please,” she murmurs.
And then there it is, that moment I love, when the performance starts to skid into the real, where her body is telling her yes yes yes, you want to fuck him, and it becomes about more than the money or the scene. It becomes about relieving the ache I’ve just created inside her. (I like to send my girls away happy. It’s good business, and I’m impossibly addicted to the feeling of a girl coming on my dick.)
I give Lexi one final, lingering kiss, and then I guide my girls towards each other. They start kissing, Ginger grinding down on my erection, Lexi running her small hands over Ginger’s tits, and when I look down, I see that Ginger is leaving a wet spot on the front of my jeans.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Fuck yes.”
They lick and nibble each other’s mouths, Ginger taking charge as she slides her hand behind Lexi’s neck and moves down to kiss her throat, then back up to Lexi’s lips. I catch a glimpse of pink tongues and white teeth, and my dick would look so good in between their faces right now, sliding in between those lips and tongues. I can see it slipping into one girl’s mouth, then the other’s, and oh my God, if Ginger doesn’t stop rubbing her * against me, I am going to flip her over and fuck her ass right now.
That thought summons another—a memory really—of different place and time, of two different girls. I bite it down, push it away, because it’s a Raven thought…except not really, because even though Raven was there, it’s the other girl I want to think about, it’s the other girl I’ve been secretly jacking off to for the last three years.
It’s Devi Dare that Logan O’Toole thinks of when he wants to get off by himself.
And then out of the corner of my eye, I see Tanner raise a finger, our signal that we’ve got enough of the foreplay and it’s time to move on. I am so reluctant to stop all this when I have both girls kissing and grinding so nicely on top of me, with Devi and her perfectly plump ass hovering in my mind…
With a low growl, I fist one hand into Ginger’s fire engine red hair and the other into Lexi’s silky blond locks, and I stand up, dragging them both with me, forcing them down to their hands and knees where they crawl after me like the little minxes they are.
I let go of their hair and walk backward to my bedroom, going slowly enough that Tanner can join my backwards walk with a camera and so the girls don’t bruise their knees clambering across my hardwood floors.
Neither Ginger nor Lexi get off on such overt submission, but that’s fine because they are faking it so well for the camera, waggling their asses and batting their eyes as they prowl towards my bedroom door like cats. It’s also fine because I’ve tried to stay away from the hardcore submission scenes for a while (three months) for a plethora of reasons (Raven, Raven, Raven) and playful, fake dominance is exactly the kind of facile, uncomplicated work I’ve been burying myself in lately.
“Okay, that’s good. Give me about fifteen minutes to set up?” Tanner doesn’t wait for a response as he trots back to the living room for his equipment. I go into my bedroom to make sure I don’t have embarrassing shit all over the place, which I don’t, just laundry and endless stacks of external hard drives and some tax stuff shoved haphazardly into a binder. I pull the covers tighter across my already-made bed (I make my bed every morning, just like my mom taught me) and almost step on a pile of DVD cases lying on the floor. I pick up the movie on the top.
By now, I can almost read Raven’s name without flinching. Raven’s Real Playdates was a feature-length film we made near the very beginning of our relationship, only a couple months in, and while I usually give all the DVDs I get from my films away as prizes and contest incentives, I kept this one. I flip the case over to look at the back, at the still of Raven lying back getting her * licked. The licking is being done by a smiling girl on her hands and knees, a girl with long cinnamon hair and golden-brown skin.