Dirty (9 page)

When he came in here after me, Marielle
thought, her excitement making her shiver as much as the steely
girth invading her softness. "This is how you wanted me that day.
What you wanted to do to me. What you talked about the first time
we were together." She pushed her breasts against his big hands and
pressed her hips back to welcome his next thrust. "You thought
about holding me down like this. Making me take every inch." A soft
moan escaped her as he sank deeper. "Ravishing me over and
over."

"I should have." His voice dropped to a low
growl as he began pistoning her with long, jolting strokes. "Even
then I knew this tight, hot little pussy of yours belonged to me --
and you wanted it, too. Admit it."

She clenched around him in pulses that
matched his rhythm. "I wondered how big you were. How it would feel
to take a man like you inside me. How you'd stretch me and make me
ache." Her voice fell to a whisper. "Like you are now."

"Feel it, baby." He tugged on her nipples.
"Feel this big cock fucking you."

Marielle twisted her hands in the bedcover,
whimpering as his thick shaft worked in and out of her softness.
Although his penetrations were deep and hard, her clit throbbed so
urgently she thought it might burst.

"I want to see your pretty tits bounce."
Raven pulled out of her, flipping her over onto her back and
pulling her blouse open until her breasts lay bare beneath his hot
gaze. His mouth hitched when he saw her pleading expression. "You
need to come, don't you, my sweet cockslut? Well, not yet. First
you're going to take everything I give."

As he slid back into her Marielle nearly
screamed with frustration. "Raven, I can't. After this morning…
this is torture."

"Yeah, it is." He reached under her to hold
her sore buttocks and squeezed them, smiling when she groaned. "But
that's what really lights you up, Mari." He pumped into her, his
penis swelling and twitching. "It makes me even harder and hotter
for you."

Every stroke that followed drove into
Marielle's pussy with sensual power as Raven plowed her
mercilessly, thrusting deeper and harder until his cockhead was
almost hammering on her cervix. Trickles of sweat poured down his
stern face as he stared down at her, mouth open and his chest
heaving, eyes taking in every emotion that flickered over her face
and every motion of her breasts as he made them bob violently.

Marielle heard a hard pounding and thought it
was her frantic heart until she heard a familiar voice call their
names. "Jilly."

"Vanessa probably gave her the keys." As the
door to the trailer opened and closed, Raven's mouth curved into a
fierce smile. "You better answer her before she walks in here."

"Marielle?" The bedroom doorknob twisted.
"You in there?"

"Just a sec, Jilly," she called, hearing the
breathless fear in her voice. "I'm going over some things with Mr.
Raven."

"Okay, but you have to hurry. Vanessa needs
him on the set." Footsteps retreated to the other side of the
trailer.

Raven hoisted Marielle's legs over his
shoulders and lifted her off the bed, holding her waist in his
strong arms as he began working her sheath back and forth over his
cock. "I'm going to make you come so hard," he promised as he
thrust her against his hips harder. "Your pussy will ache for the
rest of the day."

She gripped his arms, shaking now with the
need to come. "Now? Please?"

"Wait," he said through his clenched teeth
and then shuddered as he jetted into her, his semen flooding her
spasming sheath like a wave of warm, thick cream. When the final
stream ended he placed her back on the bed and dropped down between
her thighs, clamping his big hands over her breasts and planting
his mouth over her throbbing sex. He pinched her nipples and
twisted them as he used his tongue to give her clit a single long,
slow lick.

Marielle grabbed his bed pillow as the
massive climax rose inside her, shoving it over her mouth just in
time to muffle her scream. Raven pinned her convulsing body with
his arms, riding her through the first impossibly pleasurable peak
and pushing her into a second. Marielle wound her legs around him,
tugging him closer as he laved her with his clever tongue, and
after what seemed like forever finally crested for the last time
and went completely limp.

"God, you're gorgeous when you come." Raven
stretched out beside her and kissed her forehead and the curve of
her cheekbone and the corner of her mouth.

Exhausted, Marielle wanted to snuggle against
him but instead she eyed at the door. "Do you think she heard
us?"

"I think they heard us down in the parking
lot," he teased. After giving her another kiss on the lips sat up.
"I'll take your friend with me to the set. That should give you
enough time to tidy up." He reached down and handed her the panties
he'd stripped off her earlier. "Don't forget these."

After he left with Jilly it took Marielle
less than five minutes to tidy up but she didn't want to return to
the set and watch Lena Talbot with Raven. Instead she walked down
to video village, where Vanessa was sitting alone in front of the
monitors.

"Raven tells me you’re his P.A. now." The
director adjusted one of the contrast buttons. "Does is stand for
something else? Like piece of ass?"

"Vanessa, please. Just stop." Marielle took
in a deep breath. "Yes, I'm still involved with Raven. I know Lena
Talbot doesn't like it. I think it's best that I resign from the
production."

The older woman scowled. "Raven won't allow
it."

"It's not his decision. I'll call the studio
and let them know that this time it was my idea." She wanted to
walk away but she hated leaving things on such an ugly note with
the director. "Look, I'm sorry about everything that's happened. I
think this film is going to be spectacular. Probably the best movie
in twenty years. I'm proud that I got a chance to work on it with
you, and I wish you the very best of luck. Good-bye." She walked
off toward the stairs.

"Marielle." The director jogged to catch up
with her. "Let me give you one last bit of advice: break it off
with Raven now and you might avoid the worst mistake you've ever
made."

Marielle sighed. "I've already quit the film.
I think that qualifies."

"I mean getting between Lena Talbot and the
man she wants -- which is now Raven." Vanessa glanced back at the
set before she added, "You may think that I was hard on you, but
that woman won't just ruin your career. She'll make your entire
life hell on earth."

Marielle held out her hands. "How? I'm
quitting the film."

"At least cool it off until after the film
wraps," the director advised. "Talk to Raven about it. He knows her
better than anyone."

Raven would be furious but Marielle had the
feeling the director was right. "All right but I can't do that here
on the set. Would you tell him that I'll come by his house tonight
at eight o'clock?"

* * *

Knowing Raven would try to call her from the
set Marielle turned off her cell and spent the afternoon cleaning
her apartment and running errands. When she returned from the
market, she found Jilly waiting on her doorstep again.

"Why is your phone turned off?" her friend
said. "I've been trying to call you all day."

"I needed some me-time," Marielle said as she
led her inside. "I quit the shoot this morning."

Jilly gaped at her. "Again?"

"For good," Marielle said. "It's for the
best. Lena Talbot doesn't like me. I can't stand seeing her with
Raven."

"Did you happen to mention this to Raven?"
Jilly said. "He almost went postal after Vanessa told him you left
for the day. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out
you're not coming back?"

"I'm going to talk to him tonight." Marielle
hesitated. "Did Vanessa tell him that?"

"She did. Is this because you two were doing
it in the trailer at lunch?"

Marielle groaned. "Oh, God, you did hear
us."

"I didn't but when Raven came out of the
bedroom he smelled like sex -- and you." Jilly giggled. "He looked
pretty happy in that I've-just-gotten-laid way."

"I'm sorry. Raven and I are… highly
flammable, I guess." She finished putting away the last of her
groceries and glanced at the wall clock. "You want to stay and have
dinner?"

"I can't. Ms. Talbot hates her hotel room and
the hotel staff hates her so I have go over there and make nice."
Jilly rolled her eyes. "Or move her to another hotel, which would
probably be easier. By the way, if I do relocate her, do I have
pack up her shit, too?"

"Oh, yeah. Actresses her never pack
themselves. But look at it this way." Marielle patted her shoulder.
"You get to check out her lingerie."

"Be still my heart," Jilly said as she
hurried out.

Marielle made herself a light meal and spent
an hour bathing and dressing for her rendezvous with Raven. He
would be upset about her resignation, of course, but she felt sure
she could convince him it was for the best. She also expected he'd
want to work it out in bed, so she packed a case with what she'd
need for an overnight stay to take with her.

Once she reached his house Marielle felt a
sense of foreboding and almost didn't get out of the car. He's
going to be so angry with me, she thought. She was still sore from
the paddling he'd given her with the hairbrush but the thought of
enduring a second spanking didn't scare her as much as it aroused
her. I love how it makes me feel -- and if that means I'm some kind
of pain pervert, then so what? He loves to do it to me. Maybe he is
right and we are perfect for each other.

She knocked on the front door. After a few
minutes and no answer she tried the knob, and found it unlocked.
Stepping inside she called out, "Raven? It's Mari. Where are
you?"

A distant groan answered her.

Marielle hurried to the back of the house,
where she found Lena's bodyguard standing outside the master
bedroom door. "Hello," she said, taken somewhat aback by his
presence. "Is Ms. Talbot here?"

He nodded.

Marielle heard another groan and stared at
the bedroom door. "Is Raven in there with her?"

The bodyguard looked as if he wanted to say
something and then simply nodded again.

This can't be happening, Marielle thought,
her throat tightening and her eyes stinging. "Open the door,
please." When the bodyguard didn't move, she reached out and
grabbed the door knob herself and went inside.

The only light inside Raven's bedroom came
from dozens of candles that had been lit, but they provided enough
illumination to show the two bodies on the bed. Lena Talbot, naked
and straddling Raven's head, her hips undulating gently. When
Marielle gasped she glanced back at her, and then shifted her
gaze.

"Tao," she said to her bodyguard, who stood
just behind Marielle. "Ms. Fairchild looks upset. You'd better
restrain her."

Marielle flinched as the bodyguard took hold
of her arms. "I'm not going to do anything but leave, Ms.
Talbot."

"Not yet." Lena turned around, her
long-nailed fingers caressing Raven's erection before she lifted
herself over it. "James and I love to be watched." She pressed the
swollen head between her folds and then began pushing down to
impale herself on his thick shaft. "We also don't mind having
another woman join us."

Marielle finally found the will to drag her
gaze away from the bed. "No, thank you."

"Ah, you're a prude. I can't say I'm really
surprised." Lena's breasts bobbed as she worked herself up and down
on Raven's cock. "Would you like to fuck Tao? He’s not as big as
James but he gets the job done."

A sob rose in her throat. "I just want to
go."

Lena reached down and brought Raven's big
hands to her breasts, where she rubbed his fingers back and forth
over her nipples. "All right. See you on the set tomorrow?"

As soon as Tao released her Marielle ran out
of the bedroom and down the hall, stopping only when she bolted
through the front door. Outside the house she fumbled in her purse
until she found her keys, and then staggered over to her car.

"Miss." Tao appeared behind her. "You are too
upset to drive. Let me take you home."

"No, thank you." Marielle stared up at him.
"Tell me something. Would you have had sex with me if I'd told her
yes?"
"You are very beautiful," Tao said, his voice as grave as his eyes.
"It would have been my pleasure."

"Thank you, I think." She frowned. "Is this
all we really are to them? Toys to play with -- when we're not
doing their dirty work?" When he inclined his head she almost
laughed. "We deserve better, Mr. Tao."

"You certainly do, Miss," he said softly,
bowing to her before he opened her car door for her. "Please drive
carefully."

* * *

A pounding headache dragged Raven back to
consciousness, but it took him three tries to open his eyes. Once
he did he saw he was alone and naked in his own bed, the rumpled
sheets twisted around him smelling of sex.

What the hell?

Flashes of a woman's nude body came back to
him. When he climbed out of bed, he could smell French perfume on
his body. Raven tried to remember exactly what had happened but his
recollection of yesterday ended with the shooting of the final
scheduled scene at the set. He stumbled into the bathroom and
splashed his face with cold water but he couldn't shake the
grogginess.

Ms. Fairchild looks upset, someone mocked
from his blurry memory. You'd better restrain her.

Raven pulled on his robe and strode out,
walking through the house to find Lena Talbot wearing the shirt he
had worn yesterday and drinking coffee in his kitchen while Tao
stood by the window looking out at the view.

Lena offered a sexy smile. "Sleep well?"