Page 21 of Manny's Surprise Baby
My face warmed. I guess this was what it was like when you watched over a porn star. They had sex on their mind. I didn’t answer her, because I didn’t want to continue that kind of flirty banter. I didn’t date clients. Not even sexy, porn star clients. But it was hard not to look at her body. My eyes drifted to her rounded breasts, poking out of the top of her low-cut blouse. She noticed and she blew me a kiss, giving a knowing smile.
At least, I don’t date clients while they’re still my clients. Afterward… who knows?
Although, screwing her once the assignment was done would probably be a dumb move. She was an alpha, and I didn’t usually like hooking up with them. It was too much of a struggle for dominance between the sheets. Omegas tended to be more willing to please, in bed and out.
Usually.
My thoughts drifted to Pierce. That had been a weird moment we’d shared last night in the kitchen. It had felt sexual. I hated admitting it, but there was something about Pierce that made me experience feelings of arousal when he was near me. There was a bizarre, sensual energy between us. It was confusing as hell. Even in college, when a lot of my friends were exploring their sexuality, I’d just always liked girls.
Last night Pierce had been furious when I’d grabbed his wrist. It had been pure instinct to reach out and try to keep him from leaving. But I’d felt bad the second I’d touched him because he’d looked panicked. Even now, remembering his expression made my heart ache. My only excuse for putting my hands on him was that he’d frustrated me when he wouldn’t open up to me. I knew that was an immature response. Hell, even the fact that I was bothered that he wouldn’t talk to me was odd. Since when did I give a shit about the past of some guy I barely knew?
But Pierce intrigued me, and not many people did. He was such a strange mix of guarded and warm. The way he was able to connect with Emily right away, I was kind of jealous. Jealous of his connection with my daughter and almost jealous of hers with him. He wouldn’t let me in. He refused to let me closer, and for some reason that drove me nuts.
“Penny for your thoughts,” cooed Priscilla.
I glanced up to find her studying me, and my face warmed. What would she say if I told her I was thinking about my manny? “My thoughts aren’t very interesting.”
She laughed. “Liar. I know when a man is thinking about sex.”
“Well, you are a beautiful woman.” I figured flattering her might get her off my back.
“Just think, you get to watch me work all day.”
“I’ll give you your space.”
“Baby, you don’t have to.” She grinned.
I shook my head, a tiny smile on my lips. “You’re going to get me fired if you keep flirting.”
She chuckled. “I wouldn’t want that.”
“Me neither.”
“Let’s see how you feel after watching eight hours of fucking. Maybe you won’t be such a Goody Two-Shoes.”
“I guess we’ll see.”
We pulled up in front of a tall building, and I got out first, making sure the area was secure. Then I followed her into the high-rise, taking the elevator to the penthouse. The doors opened straight into a lush suite where there were tons of lights, mike booms, and a big heart-shaped bed in the center. A couple of guys stood near the bed, wearing robes.
“I’m here!” Priscilla called out cheerfully. “Time to fuck.”
I winced, but everyone else just laughed. I moved to where I could see Priscilla but not have too clear of a view of her in the bed. She hugged and kissed everyone, and then she went behind a screen to change. She came out in a scarlet slip and went to a chair, where she sat for thirty minutes while a couple of girls did her makeup and hair. Then she crawled onto the bed, and the guys dropped their robes and joined her. It took about two seconds for her to be completely naked, so I had to assume this wasn’t one of those pornos with an actual story line. This was just get to the sex, thank you very much.
One of the male actors was buff and huge, and the other guy was smaller and lean. The sight of the thinner dude’s body did something weird to me, and I found myself thinking about Pierce. My eyes were glued to the slighter actor’s sinewy back and firm ass, even though watching him made me uncomfortable. When the bigger guy touched him, stroking his hand down his spine, my cock moved in my underwear, freaking me out.
I dragged my gaze back to Priscilla, who squirmed on the bed fingering herself. I fixated on her fleshy breasts and the pink lips of her pussy, but I couldn’t seem to get into it. Then, against my will, my eyes moved back to the Pierce look-alike. He even had dark, spiky hair like Pierce. I couldn’t seem to stop watching him. I was embarrassed about the boner in my pants but literally unable to stop looking at the guy.
Sweat formed on my upper lip as the threesome got going hot and heavy. I looked around at the other people in the room, wondering if I was the only one with a hard-on—I had a sneaking suspicion I was the only one with a hard-on from watching Pierce 2.0. My cock ached and I was tempted to touch myself, but there was no way in hell that was happening out here where everyone could see me.
I felt a little relief when the big guy started fucking Priscilla. Okay, that I could handle. At least now I could tell myself I had a boner for all the right reasons. But when the smaller man moved up to the big guy and shoved his dick in the other guy’s face, panic seized me again because my cock hardened even more. When the one guy took the other man’s shaft in his mouth, my dick jerked and I almost came.
Horrified, I pushed away from the wall and headed straight for the bathroom. Thank God it wasn’t occupied, and I slipped in as quietly as possible so I didn’t disturb the filming. Once inside the big marble bathroom, I locked the door and, with shaking hands, pulled down my pants. I desperately needed release. I couldn’t very well wander around the shoot with this monster erection.
I was rock hard, and when I touched myself, the image of Pierce came to me. I couldn’t help it—he was just there in my mind immediately, and the thought of bending him over and entering his ass had me trembling with need. I only had to stroke myself twice and I came, long streams of cream covering the sink and faucet. I clamped my jaw and squashed the chest-deep groan that rolled through me, shuddering as one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced ravaged me.
My legs gave out, and I slid to my knees, clutching the counter and breathing like a race horse as my climax shivered through me.What the fuck was that?I wanted to believe it was Priscilla getting banged that had turned me on, but that wasn’t true. It was the idea of Pierce that had me almost coming in my pants earlier. I stayed where I was, panting softly and staring at my flushed, startled face in the mirror for what felt like an eternity.
I had nothing against gays. Nothing at all. I just wasn’t one. They could fuck whomever they wanted, but I liked girls.I liked fucking girls. I swallowed hard and forced myself to stand. I wiped the spunk from my cock and then cleaned off the counter and sink. I washed my hands trying to grasp what had just happened.
