Chapter 28
Corey
I t takes five minutes in the coatroom before Bex peaks. I have her pressed against the door—unlocked, per her request. My fingers pump and curl inside her, my thumb works her clit and her leg wraps around my waist for balance.
She clenches and spasms around my fingers, but I don’t let up.
“Give it to me, Bex,” I hiss in her ear. “I know what this pussy can do. You showed me the night of our first date, hmm? Remember that, baby?”
“Fuck, Corey!” She’s nearly incoherent, moaning as she grinds on my hand.
I cover her mouth with my free hand. “Someone will hear you, Bex. Or is that what you want?” Her pussy pulses around my fingers at the question, and I give her a wicked smirk. “Is that why you wanted the door unlocked? You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Bex drops her head to my shoulder and begs me, a muffled plea beneath my hand covering her mouth.
“Go on, Bex. I want your come dripping down my hand. Let me feel you—”
I don’t even get the words out and she’s coming, her pussy gushing her release down my fingers, my hand, just like I asked. Slowly, I remove my hand from her mouth. She pants hard against my chest, and I tilt her chin up to look at me.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper. I slip my fingers out of her, bringing them to my mouth to clean them off—but Bex shocks the shit out of me by taking my wrist and bringing my fingers to her mouth.
She parts her beautiful cranberry lips and her tongue slides out to lap at my fingers. It’s so erotic, watching her clean up her release from my hand, with that perfect fucking tongue. My cock is rock hard, straining in my pants. Not here, though.
“Bex, I want to spin you around and fuck you right here,” I groan as she pulls off one of my fingers with a pop. “But I’m just upstairs. Let’s head—”
There’s a rapping knock on the door, and Bex startles, then gives into a silent fit of laughter.
“I can hear you, Bex,” Aaron says from the other side of the door. “Now if you’re done fucking in my coatroom, can you make it upstairs for round two? ”
Bex nearly doubles over as she covers her mouth with her hand. It hits me, at this moment, how beautiful and light she is. Sure, she’s got a post-orgasmic glow, and she’s dressed up like a knockout, but it’s not just that. From the moment I met her, she’s brought an effortless lightness to my entire being. It was slow, chiseling away heavy, dark parts of me that I’d added onto my skin, like armor, being in this business.
She brings a genuine smile to my face—not one rehearsed or forced—but real, authentic happiness. How did I get so fucking lucky?
Another knock at the door.
“All right, we’ll head on up,” I laugh, lacing Bex’s hand in mine as we head back to the lobby.
The elevator ride up this time is a stark contrast to the last time. We can’t keep our hands off each other. She palms my cock through my pants, and I groan into her mouth as our tongues duel for control.
Once we’re in the suite, Bex kicks off her heels and heads toward the kitchen.
“There’s no tequila set up this time, baby,” I say, toeing off my shoes and following closely behind her.
She shakes her head as she opens the refrigerator and pulls out a water bottle. “Do you want one?”
“Sure,” I say, catching the bottle she tosses my way.
For a moment, we hydrate in silence. When Bex sets her bottle down, she reaches for the zipper of her dress, tucked under her right arm. She slides the zipper down, then gently pushes the tiny straps of her dress off of her shoulders.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, setting my water bottle down on the kitchen island. Apparently, Bex was braless tonight, and I’m treated to the sight of her perfect, full tits. Her nipples tighten in the brisk, hyper air-conditioned suite.
She leans forward over the island, on her elbows, propping her tits up in a way that begs me to have a taste. “Corey… I want to ask you something.”
This woman could ask me to get on my knees and follow her around this suite like a fucking dog—whatever she asks for, I’ll do it.
“Anything.”
Bex bites her lip and whispers, “I want you to fuck me like Frank Moro.”
Whatever possibilities were ricocheting in my head, none came close to that .
“I’m gonna need you to be a bit more specific, princess,” I grit out. My cock is throbbing, aching for release from the confines of my pants. I can feel a growing wet spot where my precum has soaked through my boxer briefs.
“I may have… finally watched a few scenes featuring Frank,” Bex says, twisting a lock of her hair between her fingers.
My mouth goes dry, my pulse rocketing hard against my chest. “Oh? And what did you watch that’s leading you to this request, baby?”
She gives me a devious grin and leans back on her elbows, her breasts resting on the cool granite of the kitchen island. “There was this series. He took women to various hotel rooms and fucked them. Just the two of them. No camera crews or anything. ”
There’s a whole hell of a lot turning me on about this conversation. Mentally, I try to quickly sift through and process my thoughts. First, I love that she’s talking about Frank as if he’s a different person than me. Because he is. In the time I’ve been with Bex, physically, sexually… It’s been me, Corey. Frank is a character I play… played. Jesus . Past tense. That’s gonna take some getting used to.
Second, I love how comfortable she feels, being open with me like this. Naked as fuck—her fancy ass thong is in my pocket from our earlier interlude, for safekeeping, of course—confident in her body and her request. If it was possible to go beyond the limits of attraction to someone, I’m sky-fucking-high for Bex right now.
And third… I know exactly what series she’s talking about. It’s a single camera, no crew, short-form pornography that put Neon Nights Media on the map. Just Frank and another performer, usually a woman, checking into a hotel, getting passionate and nasty as fuck. It’s one of my favorite series Neon Nights has done—and the most popular with fans, as well—because it’s authentic, raw, and deep.
And Bex, my beautiful Bex, is asking me to fuck her like that. Now.
Licking my lips, I ask, “Are you sure? Because Frank can be… aggressive. Especially when he’s been starving for weeks.”
Bex stands up and walks around the island to stand next to me. “I’m not sure I could handle it every time,” she says, her hands tugging up and untucking my dress shirt. She slides her hands over my chest, pushing the coat off my arms and letting it fall to the floor. “But I want to experience it tonight.”
Faster than she can blink, I have my hand in her hair, fisting it tightly and pulling her head back to look up at me. “I said. Are. You. Sure?”
She pants her reply. “Yes, sir. ”
“Look me in the eye, Bex. If you want me to slow down, you say ‘yellow’. If you want me to stop, say ‘red’. I will stop immediately, no questions asked. Now tell me, one more time. Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir,” she says with confidence.
I release her hair and spin her around. “Place your hands on the counter and stick your ass out.” Bex hesitates for a moment, so I give her ass a firm smack. She yelps and quickly bends at the waist, her palms flat on the granite, presenting her beautiful, thick ass for display.
There’s a red mark where I smacked her, so I massage it softly. As I unbutton my dress shirt, I ask, “Have you ever been fucked hard, Bex?”
She shakes her head and whispers, “No, sir.”
My shirt falls on the floor next to the coat. I give her ass another smack, less sharp, on the other cheek, and this time she moans. The sound of my belt unbuckling alone has her gasping with anticipation. Pulling my pants and boxer briefs down, I kick them to the side.
“Spread those legs for me. Be a good girl,” I say softly.
Bex swiftly obeys, and before she’s finished adjusting her stance, I slide my hand between her legs, cupping her dripping wet cunt. I massage the area twice, then easily slip two fingers inside her, just as before, in the coatroom. Pumping my fingers a few times, avoiding the spot that she loves the most, causes her to groan.
“Corey, please,” she moans.
I give her ass a sharp smack. “Ah ah, princess. You’ve got Frank tonight.” I slam my fingers back into her pussy ,and this time, I press my thumb to the tight hole I’ve yet to play with.
“Fuck! Frank, oh my god.”
Chuckling darkly, I massage her hole before slipping my thumb in up to the first knuckle. “You keep crying out for god, baby, and I’ll show you who your god is.” Crooking my thumb and my fingers, I massage the same spot inside her, rubbing small circles as if there were no barrier between my fingers.
“Frank, fuck, I’m coming,” Bex whimpers just before she shatters. I wrap an arm around her waist as her legs give out; between my support and the island, she’s safe… For now. Trembling in my arms, her come coating my fingers, dripping down my hand and her thighs… She sighs as if she’s spent.
Pulling my fingers from her holes, I slide my hand from supporting her waist, up her stomach, across her chest and pull her back to me. My cock presses into the seam of her ass as I hiss in her ear, “Oh, no, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”
I spin her around and hoist her over my shoulders in a fireman’s carry, striding quickly down the hall to the bedroom, where I toss her down on the bed.
“Spread those legs for me, beautiful. Let me see the mess you’ve already made.”
Bex obliges, parting her legs and running a hand through her come-soaked folds. “Look what you’ve done to me, sir.”
Growling, I lean down and run my tongue from her ass to her clit. She moans, and I murmur, “Just wanted a taste. On your stomach and face this way,” I instruct her, as I reach for two pillows to slide beneath her stomach.
She looks up, noticing the full-sized mirror just outside the closet area, directly across from the bed. “Frank…”
Once the pillows are tucked beneath her, I pull her ass back toward me. This is my favorite position, and my cock is throbbing with anticipation to fuck Bex this way. Hitting that spot, the fucking spot, deep inside her, her ass slapping against me, her tits bouncing with each thrust… all while we get to watch each other in the mirror .
I reach for a condom from the nightstand when Bex says, “I’m on the pill.” My hand falters as I attempt to rip open the packet. “And I got tested a few weeks ago, right after we… the first time.”
I make eye contact with Bex in the mirror. “What are you saying, Bex?” I ask, physically and emotionally slipping between Frank and Corey.
“I know you have to get tested before and after each film,” she says softly. “So, if you’re clean… I don’t want to use condoms.”
There’s a tantalizing electric current between us, heat in both of our eyes as I toss the condom over my shoulder. Of course, I don’t want to wear a fucking condom, and the fact that she got tested, a forethought of us…
I shake my head and get back into Frank. Reaching forward, I fist Bex’s hair in my hand and grip my cock with the other. “You want me to fuck you bare, hm? You want to feel every inch,” I whisper darkly, angling my cock inside her. “Every vein,” I say, pushing inside her tight, wet heat slowly. “Every fucking pulse of my cock, hm?”
Bex moans when I am fully seated in her. I tug on her hair, urging her to look up and look ahead at the mirror. “Keep your eyes on us, baby.”
I release her hair and grip her hips tightly before slipping out, then slamming back, deep inside her.
“Fuck, Frank, yes!” Bex cries as I fuck her at a relentless pace. She wanted to fuck Frank Moro, and Frank only fucks hard. And goddammit, am I lucky she was brave enough to ask for this, because it feels so fucking good. This angle has me hitting Bex’s favorite spot, the one that makes her scream and gush, and it doesn’t take long for her to get there.
“That’s it, Bex. Oh, fuck,” I moan as she clenches tightly around me, wave after wave of her orgasm feeling like bliss.
When she starts to come down, I say, “Give me your hands. ”
Weakly, she lifts one hand back toward me. When I have it secured in mine, she holds back her other hand. I grip her wrists with one hand and hold her waist with the other. With every slow, deep thrust, I pull her back onto my cock. Her tits bounce with every movement and it’s so erotic, so tight and deep. I don’t ever want this to end.
Her cunt starts to contract again, the onslaught of another orgasm coming quickly, and I know I won’t last through this one. Releasing her wrists, I catch her with one hand across her chest, pulling her up to align my chest against her back. One hand slides up her chest, gripping her throat, while the other squeezes at her breast.
“I’m going to come inside you, Bex. Is that what you want?” I growl, my hips pistoning into her, uncontrollably messy at this point.
My grip on her throat is just tight enough for her to say, “Yes, sir.”
At that moment, our eyes meet in the mirror, and I explode. My orgasm rockets through me, shocks race up and down my spine, and my balls tighten as Bex milks my cock with her second orgasm.
My cock slips from inside her heat, and I feel my come dripping from her pussy onto my thighs. Releasing her throat, she collapses back against my chest, and I maneuver us back onto the bed. She turns and tucks into my chest, her leg slung over my hips, both of our orgasms making a beautiful, sticky mess on our skin.
We both pant, coming down from our rapturous high together.
“Well? Was that all you expected it to be?” I ask, nuzzling my with my nose, then pressing my lips softly to hers.
“Mmmm,” she hums in agreement. “You know what?”
“Hm?”
“I think next time we need to record it.”
Holy fucking shit, I have found the perfect woman and I’m never letting her go.