Man of the Year (5 page)

“She’s jealous, it’s obvious,” Chad chimes in and Alejandro nods. “He’s like the George Clooney of the adult industry and now he’s off the market. Her dreams of being a porn power couple are shattered.”

“I’d like to shatter more than just her dreams,” I murmur, drawing a surprised laugh from Chad.

“Feisty!” he snickers.

“I just don’t like some slut putting her hands on my man,” I laugh. “And if she does it again, oh, there will be consequences!”

“You’d fight for me?” James smiles broadly. “You’d knock her out if she came on to me?”

“You bet your sweet ass I would!” I reply, which gets a bigger laugh from the gang. "I'd go prison style and shank her in the yard."

“Fuck! I love you so much!” he sighs.

“I know you do,” I reply, giving him a soft kiss.

“We need to go back to the room,” he smiles mischievously. His desire meter is in the red and he’s only got one thing on his mind at the moment.

“Like horny teenagers,” Chad chuckles to Alejandro.

“Can you blame me?” James grins at them both.

“Well, I’m sure you guys will enjoy the gift bags then,” Alejandro smiles slyly.

“What gift bags?” I inquire.

“It’s an award show, baby girl,” he replies. “They got swag bags up at the front tonight and I hear they’re filled with all kinds of goodies.”

“Like what?” I suspiciously smile.

“You’ll see,” he grins. “I’m sure James will give you a demo.”

James gives me a wink and I wonder what I might be in for tonight. Something tells me this will be very different from the celebrity swag bags you hear about at most award shows.

“Come on,” James says, “let’s see what free stuff we get.”

“Enjoy!” Chad playfully smirks, raising his glass to me as James takes my hand and walks me towards the door.

There’s a long row of tables near the entrance that I didn’t see when we came in. On it are loads of large, black bags bearing the AVA logo. There are also a few smaller bags on a side table behind the three girls dressed in all black who are handing out the free gifts.

“James Langdon!” a pretty brunette behind the table smiles as she reaches out to shake his hand. “Congratulations on your big nomination!”

“Thanks so much!” he proudly beams.

“Please, take a bag,” she says to both of us.

I grab a bag, finding it surprisingly heavy.

"And we have special gifts for all of our nominees," she says as she steps to the back table to get one of the smaller bags. "Our jewelry sponsor got Rolexes for everyone in the major categories."

I raise my eyebrows.
Free Rolexes for the sexually gifted.

She hands him the little bag and nods. “Good luck tomorrow!” she cheerfully smiles as we depart.

I peek into my bag as we head back to the room. Just in my initial glance, I see that Alejandro was right about the unique contents. Something pink and phallic stands out amongst the other items. It makes sense. These gifts usually come from the sponsors and the AVA sponsors are almost all of the sexual variety. This should be very interesting.

“You wanna have some fun with our new stuff?” James grins playfully.

I give him a smirk, but soon I’m laughing. I don’t reply. I’m not entirely sure if I want to explore the mysteries of the swag bags, but part of me thinks it might be exciting to give them a try. After all, there’s no better person to experiment with than a man who literally did this for a living.

I’m still undecided when we get back to the room, but I feel it’s very likely I’ll be exploring something new tonight.

Lola seems a lot more bubbly as we walk into the suite. I’m glad that she’s relaxed because I know she’s been feeling a little uncomfortable being tossed in a room with hundreds of porn stars. This world is very different from what she’s used to and I think she was a little freaked out when they talked about some of our kinkier shoots. She definitely wasn't feeling Tara Morgan's whole performance and I know it’s a lot to take in at one time, especially for a girl like her who hasn’t had a lot of experience.

She puts her gift bag down on the coffee table and peeks inside. She’s got this sexy, curious smile on her face and I watch her closely as she opens it up and starts taking things out.

“So, what do we have here?” she giggles and pulls out a box containing a curvy g-spot vibrator. “Looks like some of these things were created by NASA scientists, for fuck’s sake!”

I laugh loudly and step closer to her, enjoying her surprise as she examines our new toys. There are about a zillion different dildos ranging in size from regular to John Holmes—which is, coincidentally, about the same size as me. We’ve got nipple clamps, a couple small suede floggers, a riding crop with a leather heart at the end, a Fleshlight, massage oils, lube, flavored condoms, paddles, cuffs, gags, and even a studded collar, which makes her dramatically roll her eyes. Lola is not a fan of Dominance and submission.

“What the fuck is this?” she flushes as she takes out an electro fetish box. “It’s got fucking diodes and shit! It’s like a sex Tesla coil!”

I’m cracking up as I take it from her and set it aside. “You don’t even need to know about that. That’s fetish stuff you shouldn’t think about,” I answer.

She’s blushing bright pink and she gives me a kiss. “You know, I think you’re probably right.”

“Did you see this one?” I ask her as I take out a wireless, remote vibe set and hand it to her.

She examines it through the plastic and reads the information on the back. “This is one of those ‘discrete’ things?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Like, we’d be at a party or something and this part would be inside you, then I’d have the remote and I could activate it from across the room and watch you try not to come.”

“That seems … mean,” she laughs.

I snicker and nod. “It’s about the girl not having any control over her orgasm—like, I could make you come anywhere and you’d have no choice because it’d feel so good inside you.”

“Hmm,” she purses her lips and examines it.

“Wanna try it right now?” I grin at her.

“Seriously?” she giggles, but I note that she doesn’t say no.

“Just real quick,” I say, putting on my most seductive grin.

“You’re nothing but trouble,” she chuckles.

“How about just for, like, two minutes—just while we finish going through this stuff so you can be standing here and trying to concentrate and we can see how long it takes you to come,” I propose.

She pauses, gives me a smirk and rolls her eyes. “Alright, fine,” she says after a beat.
Wow! She’s down with it! Awesome!

“Nice!” I laugh and sit her down on the couch.

She’s giggling as I reach under her dress and slide her panties off. I run my hands up and down the insides of her thighs and ease her back, hiking up her skirt to give her legs room to open up.

I tear open the plastic as I stare down between her legs.
You're beautiful here too, baby.
It gets me hot to look at her like this and know that I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. Like my own personal heaven.

I want to get her warmed up a little first, so I kiss the inside of her thighs as I look down and assemble the device. I’m a multi-tasker when it comes to sex, that’s just how I roll.

She starts breathing harder as I inch closer and closer to the Promised Land and she lets out a breathy moan when I slowly run my tongue over her, taking care to flick it a few times. She’s so sensitive that I know even the slightest touch feels really good to her.

I slide a finger inside her and I can feel that she’s already really wet.
I love how quick you get turned on, Lola.

I switch on the small bullet vibrator and run it over her clit a few times to let her feel the vibrations. She twitches a little and I know this is going to be good.

I turn it off and ease it inside her, her eyes meeting mine as I give her a wicked little smile.

Once it’s inside her, I take her hand and pull her up so she’s standing next to me facing the coffee table. I put the remote in my pocket, not wanting her to be able to tell when I’ll switch it on or crank it up.

“Ok,” she says, her voice all fluttery and flustered, “what else do we have here?”

I take out more stuff. This selection is from a bondage company and they’ve got leather cuffs, silk rope, blindfolds and a pair of silver nipple clamps.

“Are these any good?” Lola asks, looking at the clamps. “They seem like they’d hurt, but some of the stuff I read online says they feel really good.”

“They can feel good,” I say, keeping my hand in my pocket, “but your nipples are so sensitive that I wouldn’t want to try them with you. You’d have to do adjustable ones first, and even then, they might hurt a little.”

“So, I’d have to have nipple clamp training wheels before I could handle the real thing?” she giggles.

“Yeah,” I nod with a laugh. “You’d have to work up to trying them.”

In actuality, I kind of would like to try them with her. I have this sort of repressed fantasy where she’s got her hands tied behind her back, she’s blindfolded and she’s wearing some nipple clamps with a long chain that attaches them. She’d be riding me and I’d tug at the chain every now and then, which would make her come, since her nipples are crazy sensitive. It’s just a fantasy, though, because I’m not sure that I’d ever want to do any real BDSM stuff with her. I’d feel weird about restraining her or trying to dominate her. It’s hot, yes, but I like her too much to do anything that might freak her out.

“I’m kind of glad you don’t want to,” she giggles, “because they’re a little scary.”

Exactly. You’re not there yet, Lo, and you might not ever be, but that’s totally cool with me.

I give her my maximum flirtatious smile, a look she refers to as the James Laird Sex Laser Beam, and she knows what’s coming next.

Very slowly, I switch on the remote and her expression changes. Her lips part and her breathing speeds up as I grin and observe her.
Damn, this is way hot!

“Shall we look at more of our free stuff?” I say with a smart-ass smile.

“Ok,” she breathes, trying to keep it together.

“Did you see these?” I ask her, holding up a set of Ben Wa balls.

“No, didn’t see them,” she says, her voice husky with arousal from the vibration.

“You know what they are? They go inside you, kind of like the vibrator, and you wear them around for a while until you’re super horny and wet,” I explain, purposely laying on the sensuality at the last part of the sentence.

“Oh, like the book.” she says, referring to a certain bestseller that has a sex scene featuring these.

She read the book and then she showed parts of it to me, which was sort of funny. It cracked me up how everybody who’s read it thinks that the main character dude is all kinky when I know I’ve done way kinkier shit than him. Canes and spreader bars are kid stuff compared to some of the shit I did on my shoots, but I guess that kind of thing is pretty risqué to your average civilian.

“Yeah, like the book,” I smile at her, turning the dial on the remote to increase the speed of the bullet’s vibrations.

“Ahhh … yeah, I thought I recognized them,” she says before biting her bottom lip and trying to regulate her breathing.

“And, of course, there’s this,” I say, holding up a small, glass butt plug. “We got a ton of them in different sizes.”

Her eyes get wide and she looks totally freaked out for a split second until I turn the dial up again.

She’s distracted by the vibrator, but she wants to voice an objection. Lola draws the line at anal stuff, which I understand. You can’t go from zero to a hundred on the sex scale, especially not in three months, and I respect that. Sometimes I like to tease her about it, kind of psych her out by acting like I’m planning to do it to her, but she knows I’d never do anything she didn’t want me to do.

“I don’t want … I can’t do—ohhh,” she tries to say, but pleasure seems to derail her train of thought.

“Nah, I wouldn’t use one of these on you anyway,” I reply, holding back a snicker at the way she’s exerting herself to try to keep her climax at bay.

“Good,” she exhales. “The prospect of that is slightly terrifying to me.”

“I know,” I smile at her and wrap my arm around her, feeling her body radiate with those subtle pre-shakes. “Your not ready for anal stuff yet.”

“Yet?!” she giggles, panting a little bit.

I give her a big, sneaky grin and turn the dial to max.

She exhales in a trembly pant and her eyes close.

I move to stand behind her and stroke my fingers softly from her neck to her shoulders, then down her arms and back again. She likes little caresses like this.

She leans back against me and I hold her hips. This is probably going to be pretty intense and, since she’s standing up, she’ll probably need something to hold on to for balance when she comes.

“Oh!” she whines in this high-pitched moan that shows just how close she is.

“Does it feel good, Lola?” I whisper seductively against her neck.

“Yes!” she says in another pseudo-whimper.

“You like how that feels on your g-spot, sexy girl?” I continue, feeling lewd and nasty—but in a really good way. “You like having something vibrating inside you like that?”

“Mmm … yes!” she breathes in a sweet, muted cry.

“You gonna come for me, beautiful girl?” I say softly, kissing that spot behind her ear that makes her shiver.

“Uh-huh,” she pants.

“That’s right, baby,” I whisper, my lips moving into her hair.

I reach down and cup her with my hand and she rocks her hips into my palm. She’s ready. She’s really, really ready.

“Oh! Oh God!” she moans loudly.

I wrap my arm around her waist and her back curves so she can reach up and grab my shoulder behind her. She’s bracing herself against me and I can hear the little gasps start escaping her full, parted lips.

She whimpers loudly and her body gets all shaky. I hold her tighter as I feel her start to sag into me, her legs too wobbly to support her. When Lola comes, she fuckin’
comes
! Her whole body gets into it, every muscle, every nerve, and she completely loses control.