For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love (47 page)

“Ben,” she said, gesturing to us, “this is Nina and Scott. Scott does regular work for us, but she’s new like you.”

Ben’s attention turned to me. I felt like a piece of meat under his heated scrutiny, but I also begrudgingly liked it. His appreciative stare was a needed confidence boost, like a pregame pep talk.

“You mind if we head straight back?” she said. He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. Good God, was the air conditioning working in this office?

“Okay, uh . . .” I said, unable to contain it. “I’m confused. Which guy am I with?”

“Shit, Kim.” Scott’s tone was annoyed. “You didn’t tell her?”

Kimberly scowled. “She said she was up for multiples.” She sighed and gave me her full attention. “It’s both guys. Ben auditioned for us once before but he had an issue performing . . . I think having Scott there will help. But if it doesn’t work out with Ben, we’ll still have footage to use.”

Oh. My. God.

“Jesus,” Scott groaned. “You’re gonna spring that on her thirty seconds before we get on set?”

She tried to hide her guilty expression and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “You think it’s a hardship to have two willing cocks?”

Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting to see my reaction. I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously be so thrilled and terrified. Both men. I was going to have both of these sexy guys at once.

“Girl, if you don’t want to, that’s no problem,” she continued. “You can just pick one and we’ll shoot a standard.”

Both men hesitated. I didn’t think either of them liked the idea of losing out, and how the fuck was I supposed to pick?

Ben’s handsome face skewed with fleeting embarrassment. “There won’t be any issues this time, I promise.”

I’d never been with two at once, but holy hell, I’d fantasized about it. When I’d filled out the questionnaire for the studio on what I was willing to shoot, I’d gotten turned on just writing it down. But it sounded like more work to please two guys at once. “Does it pay extra?”

“It does, and you should know,” her eyes gleamed mischievously, “two means twice the fun.”

I pressed my knees together, containing the rush that moved through me. I wasn’t going to live with regret at turning the opportunity down, and God knew I needed the money. “You don’t have to sell me on it.” My voice was tight, but strong. “I’m up for both.”

Kimberly beamed. “I’d hoped you’d say that when you saw them.”

Scott’s face took a dark cast, like he wasn’t pleased with Kimberly’s manipulation.

My legs were jelly as I followed the group down the hall and through the doorway. Two diffused lights were suspended in each corner of the far wall, casting light into the room and on the main feature . . . the bed. It was king-size, made neatly with a white, fluffy comforter and a stack of pillows leaning against the headboard.

It was surreal to turn the corner from the office into a set that looked like a hotel bedroom, down to the nightstands with matching lamps. Well, except for the lighting and the sophisticated cameras on tripods. One on all three sides of the bed.

Kimberly went to a table in the back and picked up a handheld camera. “Nina, have a seat on the bed and get comfortable. I like to start with a short interview so both the guys and the viewers can get to know you better.”

The bed was soft and I sank down into it, my gaze fixed on her. It was becoming clear that the director wasn’t late . . . she was already here. The feminist in me was both pleased that a woman stood at the helm of the studio, and also annoyed that I’d assumed the director would be male. Very little of this day had gone as I expected, and the camera wasn’t even rolling yet.

The bed jostled as the guys sat on either side of me. Ben, on my right, sat a comfortable distance, but Scott was much closer. He leaned back casually on his arms, so one of his hands was behind me, his right leg up against my thigh. Not to be outdone, Ben slid closer. Every inch of my body was hyper aware of the two men who seemed to be circling before attack.

“When you get close,” Scott said to Ben, “you let me know by putting your hand on her throat.”

Ben’s face clouded with unease. “You want me to choke her?” His gaze snapped my direction, silently demanding me to protest.

“No.” Scott reached up, delicately setting his hand on the base of my neck. “Like this.” My heart pounded at the contact of his warm fingers against my heated skin. There wasn’t pressure in his touch. “Or if you’re behind her, like this.” His grip adjusted so his hand was wrapped around my throat, but his fingers simply rested there. Possessive and seductive.

Oh, man. Did he feel how hard I just swallowed? A smile teased his lips as his touch left me.

“We’re not going to block the scene,” Kimberly said. “Let’s just have fun and do what everyone’s feeling. I’ll only speak up if it’s needed.” Her focus turned to me. “You’re in good hands with Scott.”

Her honest tone helped ease my nerves, and although she’d dropped the bomb of the threesome, I felt like my safety and comfort were more important than getting good footage.

There weren’t any lights on the cameras signaling they were filming, but the air grew intense and serious when she stared down at the viewscreen. “Can you tell us your names?”

I wasn’t sure who was supposed to speak, and exchanged a glance with Scott. “Ladies first.”

I turned back to the camera. “I’m Nina.”

As the guys introduced themselves, Scott took off his hat and tossed it aside, combing his fingers through his wavy hair. Was I subtly leaning toward him? I sat up straighter and turned to Ben, not wanting to show more interest in one over the other.

Ben had a strong jaw, a straight, Roman nose, and eyes like black holes. A force like gravity pulled me in. What would have happened if Ben had shown up first? Would I be leaning his direction?

We chatted for a while about how it was my first time, if I’d ever been with two guys at once, and I know I answered, but my brain raced a million miles an hour. Ben’s fingertips skimmed along the bare skin of my thigh where the dress stopped, making me flinch. He chuckled at my reaction but held his hand up in surrender.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “You can touch me, you just caught me by surprise.”

He grinned and his fingers were back, tracing the edge of my dress. My breath stalled in my lungs when Scott swept the hair off of my shoulder and leaned in. Warm, damp lips settled on the nape of my neck and caused me to shudder.

My eyes hooded as both men touched me. Ben’s hand slid along the length of my thigh while Scott’s fingers pressed gently into my shoulder, holding me still. His mouth carved a path, his breath steaming across my skin, all while Kimberly and the cameras watched.

The air grew thick and heavy with lust.

My lips parted when I turned to Ben. His black eyes pinned me in place on the edge of the bed, while Scott continued to seduce me with his wicked mouth. I tilted my head to the side to give him more room, and he took it.
Fuck, he was good at that.
He used both tongue and teeth on the sensitive skin just beneath my ear.

A soft moan slipped from me, but both of the men must have heard it, because they acted like it was permission to go further. Ben eased my knees apart, and the pads of his fingers worked up, lifting my skirt with it. The thin fabric trailed and tickled softly as it went, all the way until my pale pink lace underwear was exposed.

Scott was inside the top of my dress, peeling the strap down with a firm hand. Every tiny centimeter of skin the men exposed brought me closer the point of no return, not that I cared anymore. Nina Hale, the girl who couldn’t get anything better than an entry-level temp job, was about to go down in flames, and Nina the porn star would rise in her place.

The strap of my dress hung loose at my elbow and cool air wafted over my breast as Scott bared it for everyone to see. My nipples had tightened into hard peaks, aching for attention.

One of the guys made a sound of appreciation, but my lust-hazy mind couldn’t determine which one. Ben’s fingers tugged at the other strap, pulling the dress until it was a waded rope around my arms, holding me in place.

“Look at those perfect tits,” Ben said. “You want me to suck on them?”

I didn’t need to perform, my answer was genuine. “Yes.”

“Not yet, Nina.” Scott’s voice was like the devil’s. “We need to see all of you first.”

Could the microphone pick up the way he said my name like it was dirty? And
special
? A rush of warmth spread between my legs.

“Show us,” he commanded.

It was strange. I should have felt vulnerable, but the more undressed I became, the more power flooded through me. I pushed up to stand, no longer shaky on my heels, and shoved the dress down, stretching it over my hips until it was a puddle of fabric on the carpet.

“Goddamn, that is one fuckable ass,” Ben said. His hand was warm on my cheek and squeezed, his rough fingers digging in. It felt good.

“I want to see that pussy,
Nina
,” Scott said.

Kimberly had faded behind the lights. There were just the two men and the cameras now, but I was going to put on a show. I slipped my thumbs beneath the band at my hips and methodically worked the panties down, each side at a time to tease.

It was almost a growl in Scott’s deep voice. “Get those panties off. Don’t make us wait.”

I shuddered with excitement and stepped out, until I was naked except for my glossy beige, open-toe high heels.

Ben stood up behind me, and his hands slid across my belly, one easing its way down to spread my pussy wide for the camera. The brush of his fingertips over my clit was electric. I bit down on my bottom lip, quieting my moan.

“Fuck, she’s wet.” His other hand curled around my breast, kneading it. I had to lean back against his chest for support, and clung to his strong forearm. Beneath his t-shirt, Ben’s heart thumped along at a gallop. Was he nervous or turned on? I pressed further into him.

Oh. Definitely turned on.

“Oh my God,” I said. His fingers stirred, one long stroke down and up, then circled where it felt best.

“You like that, don’t you?” The voice just over my shoulder asked.

My lips pressed into a line and I nodded quickly, not wanting him to stop. Every nerve ending in me was alive and firing.

There was rustling as Scott climbed to his feet. His hand went over his shoulder, tugging a fistful of his shirt over his head until it was off and flung away. I inhaled sharply at the sight of his golden tan skin and the muscles rippling beneath it. My gaze followed the line of his body where his hips arrowed down into the sexy V, the best part just covered with the waistband of his boxers. It sat an inch above where his jeans stopped.

I was going to burst into flames.

Scott set his hand on my shoulder and urged me to turn into him, and then both men were touching me. My breasts, my ass, and the shortest strokes through my slit, torturing me. Ben’s mouth found my earlobe and bit softly, but his hands were more aggressive. Sharp tugs of my nipples stole my breath.

The tremble in my legs was back.

It threatened to collapse me, and my palms flew forward, finding Scott’s shoulders when he dipped down so he could wrap his lips around my breast. I stared at the top of his head with glazed eyes and hung on. Ben’s support was gone so he could yank off his shirt, hurrying to keep up.

I could think of worse ways to make money than being sandwiched between two incredibly hot men while they were focused on me. I mean, I couldn’t think of any worse ways right now, because my brain was functioning on only a basic level. The level that was all about need, and pleasure, and satisfaction.

They both radiated heat as they closed in. Hard chests were against me on both sides, flattening me between them. Scott’s hand tangled in my hair and tugged my head back, forcing my gaze up to the ceiling, and the men descended on me like a pack feasting on their kill.

I moaned as tongues traced the curve of my neck, and lips followed the line of my collarbone. All sense of what I was supposed to be doing was gone, and I allowed myself to be swept away in the sensations.

“Put your hands on our dicks,” Scott whispered in my ear, quiet enough I was sure the microphone couldn’t hear. My eyelids fluttered open and I blinked back into reality. Time to stop being so selfish.

“You gonna give me some hard cock?” I said, my tone forced. Shit, how lame did that just sound?

Ben didn’t notice, or he covered for me. “You better fucking believe it.”

Both men worked to undo their zippers as I reached to grasp them through their pants. It was awkward with my hand behind my back touching Ben, but holy shit. He was big. Scott was too, from what I could tell. I’d known I’d be working with a guy larger than average, but now a tiny part of me was freaking out. How was I going to handle
two
enormous cocks?

Anxiety climbed higher when Scott’s jeans and boxers dropped, and I got my first look. It was a monster. His cock was long and thick, just like I’d expected from countless hours of watching porn, but that had been from behind the safety of my computer screen.

When I stood stunned and motionless, Scott grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around him, squeezing our hands closed. Then he began to fuck my fist. My mouth dropped open, watching him.

“That’s so fucking hot,” I gasped. His eyes flared with approval.

Ben’s shorts were off, and I cupped my other hand around the fat head of his dick, stroking down the length.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” His hips pumped, spurring me on.

Scott’s expression twisted with pleasure and Ben issued a loud sigh when I gripped them tighter. Damp, hard, and throbbing skin pushed against my palms, and the heavy breathing of the men was enough to make me ache. My pussy was dripping wet.

“On your knees,
Nina
.”

I stared up into Scott’s sky-blue eyes as I folded one leg beneath me, then the other, resting my knees on the carpet, my grip on the men never letting up. I’d seen enough porn to know what to do. I stroked my hands in sync, down their impressive lengths, and twisted as I came back up.