It Takes Two (Blindfold Club 0.50)

I scrubbed my hands through my hair under the shower, grabbed my all-in-one shampoo, and worked up a lather, trying to hurry along. The water did nothing to dampen my appetite.

“How long have you been doing it?”

I paused while I thought. “Three years?” I resumed my washing, surprised it had been that long. Sometimes I still felt new. “I didn’t start getting regular work until last year.”

“You like it?”

“Getting paid to fuck? Hell yeah.” Occasionally, I got to be with two women at once, and they paid me for that. “Sometimes it’s work, but for the most part, it’s a pretty sweet deal.”

She hesitated, and then blurted the question out. “Is that how you met you last girlfriend?”

No, I definitely hadn’t met Kendall on set. “We were a couple before. We did an amateur casting couch thing.” I fought to keep the embarrassment from my voice. “Remember when I said I was awful my first time? It was with her.”

I rinsed the last of the shampoo from my hair, running my hands over my chest and lower, cleaning off. Nina’s gaze followed the path of my hands and I swallowed hard. If I stroked myself, would she take over? I was ready to find out.

“Can I ask what happened with you two?”

I froze mid-stroke and abandoned my grip. “Yeah, sure. Having sex in front of the camera can be addicting. We got to a point where she didn’t want to fuck me unless someone else was watching.”

Nina’s mouth dropped open and shock blanketed her face. “Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I thought so, too. The breakup was mutual.”

She drew in a deep breath, but yet her voice was rushed, like she wanted to say it before she ran out of courage. “I’m happy to fuck you when no one’s watching.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered, probably because I was hogging all the water. I stepped to the side, ignoring how the shower curtain clung to me.

“Come here,” I whispered. She hadn’t a clue how badly I needed to hear that, and I was more than ready to show her some appreciation.

Chapter Seven

Nina took a tentative step forward, and it was all the opening I needed. I wrapped my arms around her and slammed my mouth over hers, letting our slick bodies press against each other.

My cock grew so hard it was painful, and the ache intensified when she ran her fingers down my length. We groped and explored, sliding our wet hands over smooth skin.

God, it was so fucking nice to enjoy. There weren’t thoughts about lighting, or my bicep blocking a camera angle, or any of that. My focus was only on her, and me, and us. Her touch began hesitant but grew confident, and she gripped me firmly, making my heartbeat climb.

“I’m getting ready to take away your hands,” I mumbled against her mouth, “so enjoy it while you can.”

I could have been talking to myself.

Like everything else, her kiss started as a slow burn and escalated until it was wildfire. We mashed our mouths together, panting and nipping, hungry for more. I brushed my palm over her perfect tits as I worked my way down the curve of her body.

I eased one finger inside her, followed instantly by a second one, where it was scorching hot.

She moaned it in her smoky voice. “Fuck.”

The word shot down my spine, and arrowed into my groin like a knife of desire. Nina had both arms wrapped around my shoulders, but she reached a hand up, maybe looking for something else to cling to. She gripped the shower curtain and bucked in my hold as I fucked her, driving my fingers deep inside.

She gasped for breath, and suddenly the plastic curtain began to rip, tearing free of the rings.

“Oh, shit!” she cried.

We both froze and stared at the damage. The cheap curtain sagged in the middle, barely hanging on to the rod. She looked horrified, but a laugh bubbled up deep inside me.

“You better get in my bed,” I said as I shut off the water, “before I do something that makes you tear the whole fucking shower down.”

Neither of us bothered with a towel. We stumbled together into my room and I flung her down on the bed, chasing after her. I wanted to lick the water drops from her damp skin, but she wouldn’t hold still. She pawed at me. Her fingers tangled in my hair as we kissed.