Caught on Camera: Part Five Page 2

  “Ahh…” he said, gasping suddenly when Cade ran his balm-coated finger over the welts on his arse. He clenched his buttocks and stiffened his limbs.

  “It’s okay,” Cade said. “Relax. This will help.”

  “Fuck, that’s sore.” He managed to unclench as the soothing quality of the cream soaked away the sting.

  “Did I take it too far with the whip?”

  “Not at the time. As I was coming, those thrashes were fucking awesome. But now…”

  “Now it’s a pain in the arse, right?”

  Reece laughed. “Exactly.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The flight back to Gatwick was an overnighter and Reece did manage to sleep this time. He was tired from several busy days fucking, and a long hot morning stroll on the Strip with Cade to make sure they’d seen all the sights.

  When they landed, a car was waiting.

  “Here, let me,” Reece said, lifting Donna’s suitcase into the boot of the Merc.

  “Thanks,” she said, smiling then climbing into the front of the car next to the driver.

  Cade and Reece sat in the back.

  “Soon be home,” Cade said, taking Reece’s hand.

  Reece nodded and looked at their joined fingers. The thought of being in his small flat, alone, without Cade, didn’t appeal.

  “But first to Tom’s, to collect your vehicles,” Donna said.

  “And wages,” Cade added. “Need those.”

  Donna laughed. “Not that you’ve found this a hard job, eh, Cade?”

  “No, not at all.” Cade smiled at Reece. “Much better than my movie in Spain. That was okay, but this one… It’s been special.”

  “And I’m pretty sure that will shine through on camera. Tom’s going to be thrilled with his hot new stars.”

  “Do you really think so?” Reece asked.

  She turned to look at him and shook her head. “Do you really have to ask? You guys are seriously hot together. Expect a fan club, huge sales and more movies.”

  Reece smiled and rested his head on Cade’s shoulder. He liked the sound of all of that.

  * * * *

  Eventually, after battling heavy traffic and dropping Donna off at her house, they pulled up on the Henley-Smythe’s wide driveway.

  Tom Henley-Smythe, the producer of Slippery Slots, stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips.

  “Gentlemen,” he called. “Welcome back.”

  “Hey,” Cade said, walking over and shaking his hand. “All good?”

  “Oh yes, very good. Jack’s just doing some final editing tweaks.” He looked at Reece. “You did well, young man. Very well. I hope you’ll work for GP Productions again.”

  “Yes, sir,” Reece said. “Just let me know when.” He wanted to add that he only wanted to work with Cade but he held that in. He’d see what was offered first—if anything at all.

  “Here,” Tom said, holding out two fat envelopes. “Cash. I hope that’s okay.”

  “Yes, fine.” Cade quickly took his and slipped it into his jacket pocket.

  Reece did the same then fingered the bulky wad of notes as he gripped the envelope. Ten thousand pounds. He’d never held so much money in his life. Some years his painting and decorating company had barely made that much. He felt rich—rich, but also sad that he’d be saying goodbye to Cade in a few minutes.

  Perhaps he should ask him to come back to his flat. No. Cade would have things to do. He surely needed to go home to unpack and sort out his stuff.

  “I’ll be in touch,” Tom said, stepping back to the house. “And thanks again. You’re a couple of real pros.” He shut the door.

  Cade pulled his keys from his pocket and grinned at Reece. “Bet you’re glad you took this decorating job now, eh?”

  “Not that I did much decorating, but yeah…really glad.” He swallowed and looked at Cade’s Porsche as it beeped to life. “So, you heading off now?”

  “Yeah, got things to do.” Cade shrugged. “Could get together later though?”

  “Yes, yes, I’d like that.” Reece knew he’d spoken too fast, been too keen, but he couldn’t help it.

  Cade smiled, reached for his face and held his cheeks. “So you’d best tell me your address then.”

  “Flat eighteen, Warburton Apartments, off New Road.”

  “Yeah, I roughly know where that is. I’ll find it.” He brushed his lips over Reece’s. “I’ll find you.”

  Suddenly he stepped back and a grin spread over his face. “Go get some rest. You’ll need your energy for when I visit.”

  “I hope so.”

  “Oh, you can count on that.” He picked his bag up, threw it in the back of his car, then climbed in and revved the engine. As he drove away, the tires spat up little pieces of gravel that sprayed onto a flowerbed.

  Reece sighed as the sound of the meaty engine faded. Perhaps he should splash out on a second-hand Porsche like Cade had? Get something trendy and cool. He looked at his van. Cade had a van too, for his gardening work—the Porsche he’d treated himself to after his first porn movie.

  With a sigh, Reece unlocked his van and climbed in. No. He had bills to pay, a credit card debt to settle and it wouldn’t do him any harm to have a nest egg for a rainy day.

  He turned the engine on. It chugged and complained but eventually came to life. Yes, he needed a bit of backup money in case his van died. He might be a porn star, but he also needed to make a living decorating if no other movie work came his way. At this point in time, Slippery Slots could just be a one off.

  As he drove down the high street toward home, he thought of the invitation he and Cade had to go to Malibu. Maybe he could spend some of his money on flights for that? If Cade was still up for it, that was. Hell, that would be fun.

  He smiled and thought how different his life was to this time last week. Now he was smitten, obsessed, infatuated and fast falling in love with a gorgeous man. He had money in his pocket and a fabulous holiday to look forward to. He was also more physically satisfied that he’d ever been in his life.

  He shifted on his seat as he pulled up at his apartment block. His arse was still tender from the whip but he liked that. It reminded him that Cade had been there—that Cade had branded him, made him his then claimed him in a wild fuck that was for everyone to see.

  Reece grabbed his bag and wandered up to this flat. He didn’t care if people he knew saw Slippery Slots. He was proud of it. Cade was a hottie, he knew he passed as okay and what was more special? How many other people had filmed footage of them falling in love?

  He let himself into his flat, dumped his bag then flicked on the shower.

  For a moment he stood still and listened to the pounding water. It was strange to be alone after spending every waking and sleeping moment with someone else.

  He hoped Cade wouldn’t be long.

  He missed him already.

  * * * *

  After a long, hot shower, Reece put his washing in the machine, made himself food then settled on the sofa with a beer. It was mid-afternoon but it felt like evening. He was tired and jet-lagged but he couldn’t sleep as Cade had suggested. He was too on edge. Too anxious that Cade might not find his way to him.

  He checked his iPhone for the tenth time to make sure there were no missed messages.

  None.

  He flicked through the channels on the TV. There was nothing on to watch. He sorted through his mail—junk, a few bills and confirmation of a decorating job for the next week.

  There were children playing outside. He watched them kicking a ball around on the grass for a few minutes then pulled his blind half shut—it was too bright out there.

  His washing finished and he set it out to dry in the airing cupboard. He decided to change his bedding in case Cade wanted to stay.

  Where is he?

  After a few minutes fluffing and smoothing, his bed was fresh and ready for action. He checked the drawer had an ample supply of condoms and lube—it did.

  Damn,
his cock was hardening just with him thinking about getting Cade naked, bending him over and ramming into him—showing him how much he needed him, wanted him and always would.

  He went back into the living room and flicked on the TV again. He sat then stood, paced to the mirror and checked his hair. It was getting long. Perhaps he should get a trim at the weekend.

  Knock. Knock.

  Reece stared through the short hallway at his front door.

  Cade was here.

  At last.

  He dashed forward and pulled it open.

  “Hey,” Cade said, smiling.

  “Come here.” Reece grabbed Cade’s T-shirt, balled it into his fists and dragged him into the apartment.

  He kicked the door shut.

  He couldn’t wait. He needed Cade now.

  “Missed me, have you?” Cade said, his smile dropping and excitement shining in his eyes.

  “You better believe it.” Reece captured Cade’s mouth in a ravenous kiss and backed him up against the wall.

  He felt the air huff from Cade as he shoved into him with the length of his body. He ground his erection into Cade’s hip and groaned at the tight stimulation.

  “Show me,” Cade said, the bag he was holding falling to the floor. “Show me how much you missed me.”

  “I intend to.” Reece grabbed Cade’s wrists and spread his arms, pinning them to the wall on either side of his head.

  Fuck, he was gorgeous.

  He kissed him again, a big, hard press of his mouth that stole Reece’s breath and made him dizzy with desire.

  Cade gave as good as he got and rammed his tongue into Reece’s mouth.

  Reece released Cade’s wrists and yanked at his belt buckle. He fumbled blindly, still kissing, until it was free.

  Cade tore his mouth from Reece’s. “Damn it. I can’t believe after this week that I still need more of you.”

  “Yes.” Reece pulled his belt free, popped open the buttons on Cade’s jeans and tugged his cock out. “There’s always more. You should know that.”

  Cade groaned and shut his eyes. He tipped his head back, showing Reece his stubbled throat.

  Reece squeezed his cock, root to tip and licked up the column of Cade’s neck. The short hairs were sharp on his tongue and the taste of Cade’s skin sent a fresh shot of arousal to his dick.

  He needed Cade in his mouth—now.

  Reece folded to his knees, saliva already gathering on his tongue.

  “Ah, fuck, yeah…” Cade said, threading his fingers into Reece’s hair. “Suck me. Suck all of me.”

  Reece didn’t answer. Instead he just opened up and took Cade’s thick cock to the back of his throat.

  His flavor was perfect. Hot male with a hint of shower gel, and the skin on his shaft was smooth and silky sliding across his tongue.

  Cade groaned, and gripped Reece’s hair tighter, tugging on his scalp. This spurred Reece on, that nip of pain, and he fondled Cade’s balls as he set up a fast bobbing rhythm that he knew would drive Cade wild.

  “Ah, fucking hell, fucking hell, that’s it…” Cade said, bucking his hips backwards and forwards in time with Reece’s movements. “You do that so good, so fucking good.”

  Reece was breathing fast and his heart was beating wildly. He shut his eyes and created suction, just a little.

  “Oh yeah, oh yeah, that’s it,” Cade gasped.

  A drip of pre-cum coated Reece’s tongue and spread around his mouth. He adored having Cade so on the edge like this.

  He slowed a little and reduced the tension in his mouth.

  “No, no…” Cade gasped, gripping his hair and bucking his hips. “Don’t stop, please, Reece. Please don’t fucking stop.”

  Reece smiled around Cade’s cock and looked up at him.

  Cade was flushed, his mouth hung slack and his eyes were heavy and dazed.

  “Please,” Cade said, panting. “Please, don’t stop. Fuck. I’m so close, so damn close.”

  The need in Cade’s voice amplified the need in Reece. He stroked over Cade’s balls, behind them then rimmed his arsehole.

  A full body shiver went through Cade and he locked his knees and groaned.

  Reece decided to put him out of his misery. He also wanted to save Cade’s hole for later, They had all night, after all.

  He sank deep again, pulling Cade to the back of his mouth, even further than he had before. His gag reflex threatened but he beat it down and swallowed, tugging on the skin at the end of Cade’s cock.

  Cade cried out, pulled back then thrust in, holding Reece’s head still.

  Reece’s eyes watered and his pulse hammered in his ears. Cum hit the back of his throat. He was aware of Cade’s cock swelling and pumping against his tongue.

  Again he swallowed, taking Cade’s hot release down into his gullet.

  “Ah, so good, so fucking good. Take me. Take my fucking cum,” Cade gasped, thrusting in and out of Reece’s mouth.

  Reece gently squeezed Cade’s balls and rolled them in the palm of his hand.

  Cade groaned and stilled. “Yes…yes…” he hissed.

  More cum released—a thick, warm spurt that basted Reece’s tongue. Reece swirled it around his mouth for a moment before swallowing, coating Cade’s cock in his own pleasure.

  “So good…” Cade said breathily.

  Reece let Cade slip from his mouth. He caught Cade’s shaft in his hand. He kissed it, tenderly, on the end, down the length then buried his lips and nose in Cade’s pubic hair, pulling in his scent.

  “Bloody hell, you give good head,” Cade said, relaxing his grip on Reece’s hair and smoothing it down. “Anyone would think you were a fucking porn star.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Reece stood. His knees were a little weak from where they’d been crushed beneath him while he’d given Cade a fast and wild blow job.

  “Jesus, you did miss me,” Cade said, still breathless.

  “You can just call me Reece.”

  “Ha ha, very funny.” Cade wiped his forearm over his brow. “Damn, I’d just showered and now I’m all sweaty again.”

  “I have a shower here you can use any time you want.”

  “Good to know.” Cade leaned forward and kissed him. “I have a present for you.”

  “You have?”

  “Yeah, I would have been here quicker, but I really wanted to bring it. I thought we could enjoy it together, the first time, you know.”

  “You’ve got me curious.” Reece stroked his finger down Cade’s cheek. It was so good to have him here, in his flat, in his space. He felt like he could breathe again.

  “You should be.” Cade paused. “Have I got to stay in the hallway or are you going to invite me in?”

  “Shit, sorry, of course.” Reece grinned. “I guess you make me forget my manners.”

  “I’m not complaining if forgetting your manners means I get a blow job every time I walk through the door.”

  “That could be arranged.” Reece threaded his fingers with Cade’s. “Come through. Do you want a beer?”

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  Reece went into the kitchen, released Cade’s hand then grabbed a bottle from the fridge. He popped the lid.

  “Cheers,” Cade said, taking a swig. “I like fancy champagne and all but damn, you can’t beat a cold beer.”

  “I know what you mean.” Reece opened himself a fresh one. “So, what’s this present?”

  “You got a TV?”

  “’Course,” Reece said then paused. “Oh no… What have you got?”

  He couldn’t have. Not already. Surely?

  Cade pulled in his bottom lip and nibbled it with his teeth. A grin tugged at his cheeks.

  “Cade?”

  “Where the fuck’s the TV?”

  “Through here. Through here.” Reece laughed and led the way to his small lounge.

  Cade delved into his bag, his wicked grin going right to his eyes and sending small creases darting toward his temples. He pul
led out a DVD. The title, in bold black letters, read Slippery Slots.

  “Oh fuck,” Reece said, reaching for it.

  “Good, eh?”

  Reece examined the cover. There was a picture of him and Cade on the front, a still taken from film footage of the last scene. He was anchored to the cross, ball gag in place and his head thrown back. It was cropped at the waist but by the look on Cade’s face behind him, it was damn clear exactly what was happening.

  “Do you like the cover?” Cade asked.

  “Pretty much tells you what the movie’s about, doesn’t it?”

  “That’s the idea, I suppose.”

  “Fucking horny.”

  Cade laughed. “It is, and look… We have stage names. Well, sort of.”

  Reece read the names at the base of the box, also in black writing.

  Starring Reece Ramhard and Cade Comings.

  “Very good,” Reece said with a smile. “I like ramming hard.”

  “And don’t I know it.” Cade grinned. “And I like coming.”

  “Don’t we all.” Reece held it up. “So are we gonna watch this baby now?”

  “Yep.”

  Reece ducked down to the DVD, popped the box open then fed the disk into the player. He was both excited and apprehensive to see how the last week of fucking played out on screen. This made it real. It was out there now. People would be buying it, fucking, getting off to him and Cade shagging each other stupid. Would they care about the flimsy plot line? Hell no, he doubted it. They’d be interested in his arse, his cock, his face when he came. They’d want to see how Cade took him, how he was fucked, whipped, beaten and blown.

  He thought of the ten grand tucked in his bedside drawer and the hot man sitting on his sofa. It was all worth it—every single moment. He wouldn’t change a thing.

  “So, do you reckon it will be good wank fodder?” Reece asked, dropping down next to Cade on the seat.

  “I’d say so. Tom was seriously happy. I haven’t seen him grin so much before.”