Caught on Camera: Part Three (4 page)

There was a small click as the camera started filming.

There was another knock at the door.

Reece took a deep breath. His cock was already stiffening.

Cade pressed down his shoulders and gave Reece a sexy smile. “This is it, Timothy,” Cade said, reaching for Reece’s tea and placing it down. “Your cowboy is here to make all of your threesome fantasies come true.”

Reece swept his tongue over his bottom lip and glanced at the door. Behind it stood Bret—or rather, Grayson, as his character was known—and his job was to get naked and fuck them both senseless for the afternoon. That bit of the script felt so real—because it
was
real and exactly what was going to happen.

Cade cupped Reece’s cheek. “Grayson is going to make all of your dreams come true in the next two hours.”

“Grayson? That’s the cowboy’s name?” Reece said, remembering his lines.

“Yes, and he assured me on the phone that two hours is plenty to have you fucked so good you won’t be able to remember what planet you live on.” He swept his lips over Reece’s. “In a good way, of course.”

“I trust you to make it good,” Reece said, again recalling the script. “But you should let the man in before he thinks we don’t want him.”

“And that wouldn’t be the truth at all, would it?” Cade smiled and walked to the door. “We definitely want him.”

Reece stepped next to the bed, again as the script required, so he was in shot for Jack to catch the details of Grayson arriving.

Chapter Fifteen

Cade opened the door.

“Are you Jenson Taylor?” asked a man with a deep, heavy Texan accent.

“Yes, you must be Grayson,” Cade replied.

“Yep, that’d be me.”

Cade pulled the door open and Bret walked into the room. His eyes fell immediately on Reece, and the left side of his mouth squeezed up into his cheek in a lazy half-smile. “Howdy.”

“Hello,” Reece said, placing his hands on his hips and locking his knees. Fuck, the man was gorgeous. No wonder he was in movies. Tall, broad and with a chiseled face and angular features, he had that all-American look. His eyes were a soft sapphire blue and his lips were thin but sensual. He also seemed to ooze testosterone. There was something direct and outdoorsy about him, unstoppable and determined.

Reece let his gaze linger. The cowboy wore a black short-sleeved shirt, several buttons undone and tight on his biceps. He had on pale denims with interestingly large bulges around the groin area and they were overlain with soft brown chaps that had straps around his thighs and waist. On his feet he wore black boots that were a little scuffed. But it was the Stetson Reece liked the best—caramel colored with a black leather strip running around the base and a silver badge at the front. It really did make him look like he’d just walked in from the ranch after a day wrangling horses and chasing herds of cattle across the land.

Bret turned to Cade. “We spoke on the telephone about your Valentine’s treat for Timothy. You were quite detailed. Is it all still as we agreed?”

“Yes,” Cade said, shutting the door. “Timothy is looking forward to being adored by us both.”

“By adored…you mean fucked,” Bret said, again as per script.

“Yes, that’s right,” Cade said with a nod and a smile. “And I’ve got you cash, as agreed.”

Bret laughed in a super-confident way and carried on with the scripted dialog. “That’s what I like about you English boys…always so damn polite about money.” He walked up to Reece. “And let’s just say, I don’t think it’s going to be much of a hardship fucking this bit of ass.” He twitched his eyes. “You didn’t mention your man was hot, Jenson—just that he was desperate for a cowboy threesome.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s hot,” Cade said, deliberately adding a note of tension to his voice. “And he’s also
mine
.”

“Not for the next two hours. For the next two hours, he’s also mine,” Bret winked at Reece. “And I can’t wait to start earning my money.”

Reece inhaled deeply, drawing in Bret’s spicy aftershave. It was hard to believe the desire shining from Bret’s eyes wasn’t real. There was a glint of lust there and also a shard of anticipation.

Bret stepped away, tugged off his boots and tossed them aside. “We gonna get naked or what?” he asked, also removing his socks.

“Yeah, I guess,” Reece said.

“Hey, don’t look so worried,” Bret said, straightening and coming close to Reece again. “Your man has booked me to make this right for you because I’m the best. So just relax and enjoy.” He tipped Reece’s chin with the crook of his finger and kissed him.

Reece closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Bret’s thin, firm lips moving on his. He tasted of mint, as though he’d just brushed his teeth. He was being kissed by a pro. He could tell. Someone who did this for a living. It was a good feeling to be in the hands of someone competent and sure of themselves.

The kiss broke and Bret reached for Reece’s shirt. “Let’s see what we have to play with,” he said. He undid the buttons, slowly, then tugged it off.

Reece tensed his abs, aware of his side-on angle to the camera.

“Mmm, very nice,” Bret said, sliding his hand up Reece’s chest and tweaking his nipples. “Perfect, in fact.”

“He is,” Cade said, slotting in behind Reece. He curled his hands around Reece’s waist and also caressed his chest.

Reece was hemmed in by them and the heat of their bodies was warming his. Damn, his cock was stiffening. Bret was right—they should all just get naked as soon as possible.

Bret kissed him again, cradling the back of his neck as he did so.

Reece melted.

Cade ran his tongue over Reece’s shoulder, licking, kissing and giving small nips.

Reece wrapped his hands around Bret’s big biceps. They were solid and dense and his flesh was hot. Reece’s breaths quickened as arousal took over his thoughts and needs.

“Ah yeah, he’s gagging for it,” Bret said, pulling back. “You’ve got a real frisky one here, Jenson.”

“Yeah, I know,” Cade said, slipping his hands to Reece’s jeans. He popped open his top fly button. “He’s always up for it.”

“Show me,” Bret said, stepping back and folding his arms. “Show me how hot this has made your man.”

Cade undid Reece’s fly.

Reece held his breath. His cock ached for release.

Cade eased his jeans open and pulled Reece’s cock out, as though presenting it to Bret.

Reece huffed out a breath and looked up.

Bret licked his lips and slowly nodded. “Ah, yeah. You gonna be just fine.” He smiled then sank to his knees and assisted Cade in removing Reece’s jeans. They pulled them from his feet so that he was utterly naked.

“Close your eyes,” Bret said, still kneeling. “But remember to keep breathing.”

Reece did as he’d been asked. He was a little dizzy and balance was not his top priority, so he reached out and pressed his hand on Bret’s hard shoulder.

“Your man has a nice cock,” Bret said.

“The best,” Cade said. “And he’s pretty damn good at using it.”

“So shall we give him a reward for using it so well?” Bret asked, the scripted lines rolling with ease from his tongue.

“Oh yes, let’s give him something he’ll never forget.”

Reece groaned as four hands began to slide over his thighs, his abs and his buttocks. His cock was taken into a firm grip and tugged from root to base.

“Ah, yeah…” he said, dropping his head back and arching his spine.

Heat and moisture wrapped around his tip and he knew he’d been taken into someone’s mouth. He couldn’t remember what the script said and unable to resist a peep, he glanced down.

Bret still wore the Stetson, so he couldn’t see clearly but it was the cowboy who was licking and suckling on Reece’s glans. Suddenly impatient for the visual he reached for the rim of the hat, flicked it off and saw his cock disappearing into Bret’s mouth.

Bret didn’t seem to notice the Stetson was gone.

“Mmm…” Reece managed as his girth went deeper and deeper, bulging Bret’s cheeks. “Mmm…”

“Yeah, take him all,” Cade said, still on his knees. “Take all of him. He loves that.”

That line was part of the script but it was also the truth.

Cade eased Reece’s thighs apart. He was busy exploring with his fingers. While Bret sucked him deep, withdrew then sucked him deep again, Cade slipped his hand through Reece’s legs from behind and massaged his balls.

Reece felt his knees weaken and was glad of the hold he had on Bret’s shoulder. It was amazing to be handled by two pairs of hands. It felt like he was being touched everywhere, all over at once.

Cade pressed his mouth to the small of Reece’s back. His stubble was a little sharp and his breaths hot. The kiss traveled lower, down his cleft, deeper and deeper.

“Oh, yeah…” Reece moaned. “That’s it, Jenson. Do me like that.” He had no idea how he’d remembered his lines, especially when he’d just recalled what was coming next.

Cade parted his buttocks and pushed his face into the gap, his tongue landing on Reece’s arsehole.

“Ah fuck, yeah,” Reece gasped, opening his eyes and curling his toes into the carpet. “Fuck, more… Give me more.”

Jack was there with the camera, up close, getting the action. Reece watched the top of his head as he switched between filming Bret sucking him off at the front then Cade rimming his hole behind.

They had to keep this up for several minutes, according to the script. But damn it was so sexy, Reece could happily just spurt his load. But he didn’t. He kept control, despite his cock straining for release and the pleasurable sensations circling his arsehole.

Cade was damn good at what he was doing, and so was Bret. Reece had never felt so totally adored in his life and it was a heady sensation.

Bret pulled back and caught Reece’s cock in his hand. He held it carefully, with just a little pressure. He looked up at Reece. “How are you handling us?” he asked.

“Just fine,” Reece said, heat burning over his cheeks. “I can handle whatever you want to throw at me.”

“You reckon?” Bret said, standing.

Cade reached through his legs for his balls again and cupped them in his palm. He also sent a long lick from his arse right up to the hollow of his back.

“Oh, God,” Reece murmured, his spine shaking.

Bret reached out and caught him around the waist. “Hey, steady. We don’t want you falling over.”

“I’m not going to,” Reece said, “but please… Let’s fuck. Let’s do it.”

Bret chuckled. “All in good time.”

Cade finally released Reece’s balls and stood. His lips were damp and his eyes flashing. “I’ll go and get the condoms and lube,” he said. “Be right back.”

He walked toward the bathroom.

Reece watched him go and became aware that he was the only one naked.

“Your man loves you,” Bret said, rubbing his hand over Reece’s shoulder.

Reece glanced briefly at Jack, who had sat back in the chair by the window. Damn, what were his lines?

Bret tipped his head and smiled gently.

“We’ve been together a long time, Jenson and I. He knows how stressful my work as a lawyer is.” Phew, they’d come back to him. “Which is why it’s so thoughtful of him to book you, Grayson, for this.”

“My pleasure,” Bret said. He stepped away from Reece and went to the end of the bed. It had a wooden footboard and he placed his hands on the thickly rounded top lip and gave it a tug. “Mmm this looks pretty secure. Reckon we should have you over here for a while, get you worked up and in the mood.”

“I’m already in the mood,” Reece said, tugging on his cock.

“Yeah, we’ve got you started, but there’s more warming up to be done.”

A quake went through Reece. He knew what was coming next and boy, was he looking forward to it.

“We want you like this,” Cade said, walking back into the shot. He was holding condoms and lube, which he tipped onto the bed sheets—they landed in a colorful scatter. He then maneuvered Reece so that he was tipped over the end of the bed.

“Leg’s wider,” Cade said, “and get your arse in the air. I want to show it off to the cowboy.”

Reece’s chest pressed onto the wood and he curled his fingers over it. He stared down at the sheet and studied the creases. His legs were locked straight and his back at a right angle to his hips.

He was in a perfect position for Jack to film all the details of whatever was about to happen to his arse.

“Oh, yeah, that’s a sweet tush,” Bret said.

Again Reece was aware of hands on his body. The sweeping touches sent shivers of desire wending over his flesh and his cock butted up against his abdomen—rock-hard and greedy for stimulation.

A sudden, swift slap hit down.

Reece gasped as he jerked forward. The sting shot to his cock and it strained harder.

“Nice,” Bret said. “Look. Your handprint is showing already.”

“Yeah, his skin is beautiful.”

“His ass is beautiful. Let me take a closer look.”

Reece shut his eyes. It was like he was a novelty, a plaything, and the two hot guys behind him were curious as to what he was like and what would bring him pleasure. His desperation for a cock in his hole was making him a little light-headed, but he knew there was no point being impatient. This scene had been choreographed and he had more to get through before he was filled with cock.

“Here, let me,” Bret said.

A cool, lubed finger pressed on Reece’s hole. He trembled and sighed as the finger slipped in, high, higher still, to the knuckle.

“Tight fit,” Bret said. “Gonna make this a whole heap of fun.”

“We can work him open,” Cade said.

Another finger was at Reece’s entrance, sliding around then easing in.

“That’s it, all the way,” Bret said.

“I am,” Cade responded.

Reece groaned. Damn, they each had a finger inside him. How fucking sexy was that? He could just imagine the shots Jack would be getting.

“How does he cope with his hot-spot being jacked from this angle?” Bret asked.

“He loves it.”

A throbbing, billowing feeling pulsed through Reece’s arse as both fingers penetrating him began to twist and move, searching over his inside wall.