The Bad Boy Next Door: Lance & Chastity (42 page)

“A tour?!”

“Yes, a tour! I thought if we were walking around, he wouldn’t be able to get too close! And I’ve never been in a mansion before this place! Who wouldn’t want to see the rest of it?!”

He glares at me, trying to make sense of my words. “If you wanted to tour a mansion I could’ve taken you up to San Simeon for the weekend to tour the fucking Hearst Castle! You didn’t have to come here!”

“I came here to get
your
money! And I got it for you, so shut up!”

“I told you I would deal with the money situation myself!”

“Well, I helped, so suck it!”

“And what’s with the fucking dress?! Your tits are practically falling out!” His brows are dark. His eyes burn. He grabs the off the shoulder strap near my arm pit and yanks it.

My boob pops up and jiggles. The half moon of a nipple shows above the material.

We both stare at it, hypnotized.

He pulls again on the dress and my nipple pops all the way out. In a menacing voice he says, “You were gonna give him this?”

“No! I would never!”

He grabs my boob from the bottom and squeezes hard. “You better fucking not. This is my fucking tit.”

Now I’m furious because of his sexist comment and that he would ever doubt me. “Who do you think I am, Lance?!”

He growls through sharp teeth, “You’re fucking mine.” His possessive fury is oddly erotic.

“Oh yeah? Prove it.”

His eyes flash fire as his mouth dives for my nipple and bites.

I moan and curve into him. His hands dig into my ass, smashing my hips against his. He picks me up roughly and carries me down the steps, his tongue attacking mine. My arms lock around his neck and my legs wrap around his waist, which pushes my dress up to my butt. I vaguely wonder if Julian is watching all this through the windows. There’s no way to know. More importantly, I don’t really care because I’m soaked.

When we’re on the big driveway, Lance tears away from the kiss and growls, “Nobody fucks you except me, got it?” I reply by squeezing my thighs. “Fucking nobody.” He lays me down gently. Cold metal buckles under my back. That’s when I realize I’m lying on the trunk of Julian’s black Ferrari.

“Lance! You’re gonna dent the—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he hisses as he tears my panties off. “No back talk from you. Got it?”

I nod silently.

He growls, “You’re gonna come all over Julian’s car.”

“I don’t think I can come on command, Lance.”

“I told you, no back talk.” He grabs my ankles and pushes my knees up, opening me. He strikes like an anaconda, his tongue all over my clit and my slippery lips.

The pleasure is instant and intense. “Oh, Lance,” I moan.

On the second floor of Julian’s house, the lights in one of the rooms go off. The ghost of a face hovers at the window. Julian is watching. Let him. All I care about is the man between my legs. “Oh, God, Lance, I’m gonna come,” I whimper. The moon floats high in the sky, a big glowing O. I would reach out and touch it but my own big O is so intense I melt all over Lance’s face and come all over Julian’s Ferrari.

As I heave in deep breaths, Lance rips his belt open, the buckle tinkling as he shoves his boxers down to his thighs and stabs me with his hard cock. He fucks me hard and fast. I’m so wet he glides and slides, filling me up.

How is it that he knows what I want better than I do? He pushes buttons I didn’t know I had, or if I did, he pushes them better than I ever could. He gives me things I can’t give myself. It makes me feel dependent in a way I can barely comprehend right now and that frightens me. But it also thrills me because I want to be dependent on Lance. I want to be bound to him forever.

“This is my fucking pussy. Mine. My. Fucking. Cunt. Nobody fucks you but me. Say it.”

“Uhhhh…”

“Say it!” He roars.

“Your fucking pussy,” I gasp. “Your cunt. Only yours.” A second orgasm builds as Lance swells inside me. I tip my head back onto the cold metal of the Ferrari and glance up.

Julian is right at the window.

Jerking off.

His eyes are locked on mine.

Because of the angle, I can’t see his penis over the window sill, but his arm is moving and it’s totally obvious what he’s doing. I can’t decide if it’s weird and creepy or a total turn on. Julian is dashingly handsome. His button down shirt is hanging open, revealing his own set of chiseled abs. Not that I care because—

“Fuck, Chastity, you’re fucking coming. That’s it. Fucking come all over my dick.” Lance hovers over me and I claw his muscled shoulders as he pounds me.

“Oh, fuck, Lance, it’s—” My orgasm explodes and I scream.

“Fuck yeah,” Lance grunts.

Right when I think he’s going to come he pulls out.

“Lance,” I gasp, “What are you—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I guess he’s going to come on my stomach, which is partially covered by my dress. The idea makes me smile. Having Lance shoot his semen all over me is so porno. So slutty. I love it.

But he doesn’t. He shoots his load on the back of Julian’s Ferrari. “Fucking asshole,” Lance hisses.

I sit up suddenly and look between my legs. Cum drips down the Ferrari logo onto the back bumper. “Lance! Don’t! He won’t give you the money if he finds out!”

“Fuck him and his money. He can fucking keep it. If he thinks he can have you, I’ll fucking murder him.” Semen still pours from Lance’s cock in big bursts. He pushes me back down onto the Ferrari and jams his dick inside me, thrusting hard. “Nobody is going to take you from me. Nobody.”

He pounds hard and, oh, does it feel so incredibly good. I’m not even coming but I want him to keep driving into me like this forever.

I languish on the back of Julian’s priceless sports car, enjoying every moment of this. It doesn’t take long for Lance to get hard again. He just keeps fucking me. Drilling me. Destroying me.

“You’re fucking mine, Pink. This pink wet pussy is all mine.”

“Yes, yours,” I moan, relaxed, raising my arms over my head languidly. “All yours, my love.”

He grunts and fucks me harder.

As another orgasm starts to build, I arch my back and open my eyes, looking at Julian’s window. Right as Julian comes. His face is tight as his hand pumps furiously along his cock. The head of it is literally pressed against the window. A frothy white stream dribbles down the glass. He thrusts his hips like he’s trying to fuck his way through the window to my pussy. But he can’t.

Because only one man gets my pussy.

The one throbbing and thrusting inside me right now.

“Fuck!” Lance roars, shooting himself into me as we explode together.

Chapter 32

LANCE

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Chastity marvels.

“Me fucking neither,” I chuckle.

We stand inside the ginormous interior of the historic Orpheum Theatre in downtown LA looking at rows of red velvet seats from the back of the main floor. This place has everything you could ever want in an old time opera house: the gold, the columns, the curlicues, the balcony, the box seats, the giant red curtain the size of a movie theater screen, the vaulted ceiling that looks like it took a million skilled man hours to carve and paint. It’s the fucking perfect location to shoot the video for my new track
Opera
.

“Julian really came through,” Chastity says.

“Yup.”

He pulled some strings and got us access. Nobody gets access to the Orpheum on short notice unless you know somebody important. In this town, Julian knows everybody important. He also helped me land the best video DP a guy could want. Jens Nilsson. Guy has already won three VMAs and a Grammy and he’s just getting started. I don’t know shit about cameras, but Jens does. As Director of Photography, his job is to help me set up all the shots and handle the technical stuff so I can focus on directing the story. Beaver and Micah are on hand to keep an eye on things, along with a huge crew of people I know personally, people Jens works with, and Julian’s crew. Shit, even my dad is here in case there’s any last minute welding work that needs to be done. If anything metal breaks, he’ll know how to fix it faster than anyone else in town.

For all of one day, this place is an A-list feature film movie set for me to do with as I please. My own fucking playground.

For one day.

That’s all Julian could get and that’s all he’s paying for.

One day of shooting to bounce my career out of the toilet.

Getting all the shots I need for the video in less than twenty four hours is going to be tight as hell. But we’ve been here dozens of times since Julian inked the deal, scouting all the camera locations in the lobby and the main theater, analyzing the backstage and rafter rigging for wire and lighting options, and planning our shots down to the last detail.

A guy with a headset mic walks up to me while flicking his finger on his iPad. “Lance, we need you down on the main stage in five.”

“Got it.”

“Now or never,” I mutter to Chastity.

She hugs my side and pats my chest. “You’re going to rock this place, Lance.” She takes a step back to look me over. “You look gorgeous in your costume.”

“You like it? It’s not too frilly?” I’m wearing a billowy unbuttoned white shirt to showcase my abs, a blood red cummerbund, and skin tight black tuxedo pants that hug my junk like bicycle shorts. The outfit has a few added belts and buckles that give it a bit of a goth touch for that bondage vibe.

“Nice cock,” she giggles.

“You can totally see it, can’t you?”

She winks, “Don’t get hard on camera. Unless you want everyone to know how big your dick is.”

“It’s gonna be tough not to with you looking like Angel Slut.”

Chastity is in a tight lace wedding gown that has a cleavage cut down to her navel. She had to be taped into it but it still shows plenty of underboob in the middle. Her long hoop skirt is cut so high in front it shows her legs in white garters and stockings and a tight white thong so small she may as well be wearing nothing. She had to wax her bush down to a landing strip for the shoot. “How you liking the wax?”

Her eyes flare. “It makes me horny just thinking about it. Every step I take in this thong rubs me just right.”

“Fuck, I’m already hard.”

She stares at my dick.

“Oh, geez, Lance. Sorry.” She leans into me, pressing her palm against my rager. “Do we have time for a quickie?”

We drove here at 2:30 this morning so we could both start makeup. After two hours of that we spent another two hours in wardrobe getting sewn into these costumes. “Fuck, not dressed like this. Don’t wanna pop a seam. After.”

“I don’t think I can wait.” She shimmies her hips and runs her hands between her thighs.

My dick twitches uncontrollably. “Fuck, Pink. I love you. You’re a crazy fucking slut. But we have to wait. I’m begging you.”

“Okay.” She grins and tiptoes up to kiss me, “I love you too, Sir Cocks-A-Lot.”

“Sir what?” I chuckle.

She slaps my ass. “Let’s go. You’re supposed to be on stage.”

We walk up the center aisle toward the front of the theater.

“Do you think my mom will show up?” Chastity asks.

“She’s invited. We’ll see.”

“I’m so glad Charity flew out. She’s like a kid in a candy store being on a real live movie set.”

“It’s not a movie set.”

“That’s what she called it. She totally couldn’t sleep last night. Thanks for letting her come.”

“Are you kidding? She’s practically my sister at this point. She had to be here.”

We both turn and wave to where she sits way up high in the back of the balcony with John Shields and a few of the crew. She and her dad both wave back.

Chastity says, “Your Phantom makeup is perfect, by the way. Just enough to be creepy but not enough to get in the way of your good looks.”

“You’re giving me a swelled head, Pink.”

Her eyes flick to my dick. “I can see that,” she giggles.

Yeah, I’m still hard. Chastity just does it for me.

The costume guy meets us at the foot of the stage with my silver Phantom mask in hand. This is a special one I had made by a guy in the Valley named Jordu Schell who has a shop that does monster shit for huge movies like Avatar and Hellboy. Like my face makeup, the silver mask is a balance between handsome and scary while maintaining my brand image. Jordu does awesome work and he’s worth every penny. The costume guy says, “Are you ready for the mask? You’ll need it for the first shot.”

Before I can answer, another guy hollers from up on stage. “Lance, you got a minute?”

“Hold on a sec,” I say to the costume guy.

The guy hollering my name from the stage is Codie Bennett. He’s the stunt coordinator for the shoot and he’s a good guy. Like me, he’s pretty damned ripped. His arms bulge out of his T-shirt almost as big as mine. Guy’s got plenty of ink too. All the women on the crew have been staring at him almost as much as they’ve been staring at me. Almost. I notice Chastity’s eyes are all over Codie. I lean over and whisper, “Keep your eyes off that guy. I only want you looking at me like that. Got it?”

She smirks and whispers, “Are you kidding? I know what I’m doing.”

“What are you doing?” I chuckle.

“Making you jealous,” she winks. “I’m just getting you worked up for later. I don’t want you forgetting to fuck my brains out after this is all over and done.”

“You can count on that, Pink. But if you keep staring at Codie, I’m gonna fuck you right in front of him.” I glance at the costume guy who is hearing all of this. Whatever. “Don’t think I won’t.”

“Mmmmm…” Chastity moans, “I know you will.”

I laugh. “Fuck, Pink, you are the sluttiest woman I’ve ever known.”

She grins and walks her fingers down my chest. “And don’t you forget it.”

I’m fucking harder than I was a minute ago.

++++8++++

CHASTITY

Lance doesn’t have to worry about me.

But there’s no denying that this Codie guy is an extra large bottle of hot sauce. I met him briefly during makeup when he came into the dressing room downstairs this morning to discuss the stunts with Lance. He’s funny too. I never would’ve thought a guy as good looking as him would have a personality, but he does. In fact, it’s kind of hard to miss. His white T-shirt has big block letters that read
COCKSURE
and in smaller letters,
Entertainment
, which I found out is the name of Codie’s stunt company. But it didn’t take long for me to realize his shirt is also a statement of fact. Too bad Lark couldn’t be here today. She’d probably love a guy like Codie. Then again, I think she and Beaver are still a thing. She can’t quit her human jackhammer.