Angels Landing (Katie's POV) Ch. 05

This story is told from Katie's point of view. For the other side of this experience--told through Jacky's eyes--check out "Angel's Landing (Jacky's POV)" by Jackhawk. We're writing from opposite ends of the same story, so be sure to follow both for the full experience.

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Julia smacks her lips, then smacks my ass, playful and bold like always. I barely catch my breath before she leans in, her lips brushing mine, sticky and sweet. She spits a mouthful of mine and Jacky's musky amalgam into my mouth. I moan into it, accepting and drinking it all up, stunned and turned on all at once.

Then, in one smooth move, she peels off that neon green bikini and slides back into her sundress and heels like nothing even happened.

"Wow that was good you two, but I need to get back down to the studio. Working a big shoot this evening... if you have time... come watch!"

And just like that, she's gone in a flash of laughter and perfume.

Part of me is relieved, I don't have to share anymore. Now it's just me and Jacky. My skin still hums from the aftershocks, every inch of me glazed in sweat, cum, and frosting. Our bellies are slick and slippery, and when he slides back on top of me, slow and grinning, I melt into it without hesitation.

"She's not wrong you know... that was an incredible fuck baby girl! I'd say you passed this evaluation with flying colors! Now you and I can work on perfecting our craft... transforming you into my sweet lil fuck doll as well as the one everybody wants!"

The words send a new kind of ache through me, pride, lust, maybe even something sweeter. My eyes flick to his, wide and wanting.

"C'mon sugar... there's an outdoor shower right over there by the hot tub! I've been thinking about sudsing you up all day... I just need to be careful and avoid scrubbing any of the 'dirty girl' off you! Of course if that happens... I'll just fuck it right back into you... hard, deep, and slick!"

God, the way he talks, it makes my thighs press together even as he leans in for another kiss. Our tongues meet, greedy and messy, and I can feel him getting hard again, thick and insistent, sliding right against me. My pussy responds instantly, soaking and swollen, and I grind up into him with a low whimper.

Two minutes of heated kissing pass in a blur before he finally pulls back, standing and offering his hand. I take it, legs shaky as I rise, careful not to slip in the chocolate buttercream and cum smeared all over the floor. The balcony is a beautiful disaster, our clothes tossed, frosting everywhere, the tablecloth destroyed.

He leads me toward the outdoor shower, hand firm in mine. The lights above us shift into soft blacklight, turning every drip of cake and cum into something glowing and obscene. The water steams and glistens, and we step beneath it together, his hands already on me. The first spray hits my skin, and I shiver, not from cold, but from anticipation.

Jacky's mouth finds me again, tongue tracing the trails of sugar, and when his hands slide around to grip my breasts, I gasp. His cock slides along my back, hard and ready.

"Fuck, baby girl! I want all of you again!"

And I want to give him everything.

"I'm yours," I whisper, tilting my head so his mouth brushes my neck. "You already have all of me. I wanna be your favorite thing to fuck, Jacky."

I reach back, fingers finding him easily, wrapping around him like I've done it a hundred times. I shiver at the feel of him, slick and hot in my palm. The sound I make is somewhere between a gasp and a breathless giggle. I love how hard he gets for me, like I really am becoming his favorite.

I glance over my shoulder, my eyes wide and hungry.

"Fuck me in the shower, Jacky. I want you to feel how ready I still am."

I can't stop smiling.

"I'll be anything you want me to be," I whisper, eyes fluttering closed as the water streams between my breasts.

My head tilts, lips parting, breath catching in my throat as his tongue licks slowly up the curve of my neck. The heat of the shower can't explain the goosebumps racing over my skin, those are all him. The way his hands claim me, how he touches like he already knows exactly where I'll melt, like this body already belongs to him.

His palm cups my breast roughly, possessive, squeezing just enough to make me gasp. The other drags low across my belly, the heel of his hand pressing down with deliberate weight right above where I'm aching for him. My thighs clench, but it's useless, he can feel it, how soaked I am, how swollen.

My hips roll back, slow, intentional. His cock presses against me, thick and hot and already hard enough to make my breath catch in my chest. I can feel him pulse in my hand, his rhythm syncing with mine as we move together in this tight space, wrapped in steam and want and something that's not quite love but not just lust either, it's need.

"Oh my God," I whisper, helpless, the words spilling out like a confession.

His voice in my ear makes my whole body tense, and then shudder. 'Gonna use you hard... ruin you... find out how much you can take and give.' The way he says it, it's not a threat. It's a promise. And God help me, I want him to keep it.

His cock slides down, nudging between my thighs, and I can't stop the moan that leaves me. I widen my stance instinctively, inviting him in, needing it. His arm tightens around my waist, holding me right where he wants me, right where I want to be.

The thick head of him pushes inside and I cry out. The stretch is intense, the burn perfect. He's so big it almost hurts, but I don't want him to stop. I want more!

I push back into him, needy and breathless, greedy for the next inch, for all of him.

He slides in deeper, slow but sure, like he wants me to feel every single inch. And I do. Every ridge, every throb, every beat of his heart pulsing through the length of him.

My moan spills out, raw and shameless, echoing in the haze around us.

"Yes... yes, Jacky, like that..."

His next thrust is harder, deeper. It punches the air from my lungs and I break, somewhere between a gasp and a sob. I'm split open and full and trembling, not sure where I end and he begins.

All I know is this, I want to be wrecked by him. And I want him to know exactly how much I can take.

My moans slip out faster than I can catch them, the sound of my own need echoing in my ears as Jacky pounds into me, his rhythm brutal and perfect. Each thrust sends sparks up my spine, crashing into that sweet, aching place so deep inside me it feels like he's taking something no one else has ever touched.

His cock drives against my cervix, and I swear I see stars. My knees threaten to give out.

Then I feel it--his hand curling around my throat. Not choking, just firm, claiming. My breath stutters, a whimper catching in my throat as he leans in.

"I see you do love to fuck, darling."

It's not a question. He knows. He feels it. Every gasp, every squeeze of my body around him, every time I push back to take more.

And then--

"Your pussy craves cock... mine specifically... the carnal animal inside you is awakening... I love that! I'm here to set her free... and to satisfy her crave! I'd love it if you would work with me on this lover!"

His words sink in, fusing to the way my body is already unraveling.

He pounds harder, faster. It's sloppy now, messy with water and cum and heat. His tongue flicks over my neck. His grip tightens on my throat. My whole body trembles like I'm right at the edge of something I can't name.

"Tell me how much you love me fucking you sweetie... convince me of how much you want my cum!"

I choke on a breath, and my answer comes out as a cry, broken and true.

"I love it. I love you inside me, Jacky... I love the way you make me feel like I belong here."

My hips roll back harder, trying to pull him deeper, to give him everything.

"Please, Jacky... fill me. I want it, I want you. I want all of you."

His pace grows wild, the slap of skin and the hiss of steam a chorus to my unraveling.

I'm so close, so close I can feel the orgasm clawing its way up. My body tightens around him, pulse pounding, and I lose myself in it.

"Please," I cry, "please come in me, claim me. Make me yours."

And then I break.

The orgasm tears through me, violent and shattering, my body clenching around him as if it never wants to let go. My scream is raw, echoing off the walls, and I swear I can feel my soul split and reform in his hands.

My legs are still shaking when he turns me in his arms. I can barely stand, but he's there, solid, grounding, holding me like he knew I'd be jelly beneath the surface.

My chest presses to his, our slick skin sticking in all the messy, beautiful places. I'm breathless, but I can't stop smiling.

He slides his hand down my thigh, slow, almost possessive, and lifts my leg high over his hip. I gasp as he pulls me flush, the grind between us hot and shameless and deliciously filthy. His cock has slipped free, softening, but it doesn't matter, we're still fused at every other point. My whole body sings from the inside out.

"Damn baby girl! You are incredible!"

The words land like a prize ribbon tied around my spine, and I glow a little brighter.

Our lips collide, messy and hungry. There's no gentleness to it, no soft romance, just need. Heat. His mouth devours mine, and I meet him right there in it. Tongue to tongue, lip to lip. I let him taste the wreckage he's left behind in me.

My arms wrap tight around his neck, holding on like I mean to stay there. I can feel his heartbeat, loud and sure against my chest, and even though my head is spinning, something inside me clicks into place. Like maybe this is it. Maybe this is the moment everything changes.

I kiss him deeper, not just with my mouth, but with my intent. With my hope.

Because I've been the girl no one chose. I've been cold, hungry, ignored. I've faked pleasure for a warm meal. But this... this is different.

This is power, and it feels like it could be mine, if I play it right.

"I want to be yours, Jacky. All yours, just tell me what you need."

And I mean it. God, I mean it so much it hurts. Because I don't just want to be his for tonight, I want to stay his. I want to be the girl he doesn't forget when the door closes. I want him to think of me when he's planning his next move.

His thumb brushes my cheek, and for a second, he looks at me like he really sees something. Not just my tits, not just the act, but sees me. The broken, starving, trying part of me.

I hold my breath.

Because if he does... if he actually sees me?

Then I'm not just another runaway, I'm Katie and I just might belong here.

Jacky glances at the clock, then looks at me with that easy grin that always makes my knees feel unsteady.

"Hey sugar... I want you to see a real shoot in a studio tonight. Julia is working on a scene and I think it would be great for you to observe. Let's get dried off and dressed, we have about 30 minutes before they start."

His kiss is slower this time, lingering like he's tasting me one last time before shifting gears. I nod, too breathless to say much more than a whispered "okay."

Before I can even think about towels, Teeny and Tiny appear at my side with warm ones fresh from the dryer. They wipe us down in smooth, practiced sweeps. I giggle under my breath, not because it's funny, but because everything in this place still feels like a dream I haven't quite earned.

They whisk me away to a chair, hands fussing with my hair, touching up my makeup with fast, flattering strokes. One of them picks out a slinky dress, short and black, and zips me into it without asking if I approve, but I do.

Jacky reappears in slacks and an open-collar shirt, every inch the boss with a secret.

We step out into the hall, and I feel that same ripple of nerves I got the first time I walked into Angel's Landing. But now I'm not just a guest, I'm a maybe, maybe I belong.

When we reach Studio #1, Jacky slows, pointing out a glowing red sign that reads: Quiet... Live shot in progress. He presses a finger to his lips and smirks.

"Shhhh."

We slip inside behind the lighting rigs and camera setups, silent shadows behind the real action. My heels click faintly on the floor, and I glance around, wide-eyed.

The set looks like a living room. To the left, there's what looks like a front door. Everything is dressed and staged like a perfect suburban home. Except in this one, Antonio is standing there completely naked, his muscular body already glistening under the lights, and he's not alone.

Jill, the one from the spa earlier, and Missy who I think works in Jacky's office, are kneeling in front of him, giggling like school girls as they take turns sucking his cock. They don't even blink when Julia steps through the faux front door with a dramatic:

"Honey, I'm home!"

She freezes, gasps, then squeals. It's overacted on purpose, I can tell. The whole thing feels like a porno I've probably seen a version of before, but it's different watching it happen live. My cheeks heat, but I don't look away.

The shocked wife, the two hot girls, the cheating husband with a cock too tempting to resist. I should feel awkward, or out of place. Instead, I'm kind of fascinated.

Just then, a man I haven't met yet--Manny--shouts:

"CUT! Okay everyone... let's take a break. Julia, you can relax. Antonio and you girls, let's run through the next scene just to be sure we got it. Now where is that stand-in for Julia?"

I glance toward Jacky, expecting him to explain what happens next.

Instead, he leans in, voice low and calm, "Baby, I need a minute to see if all is okay in the control room... I'll be right back."

Before I can ask anything, he's gone.

I stand there, fidgeting, trying to look like I belong. The room feels huge without him next to me. Lights hum. Cameras shift on their tracks. Everyone moves with purpose. I don't even notice Manny looking my way until he barks.

"Hey, you... come here. You need to be reading Julia's words for this scene. Come on, don't be shy... we are burning daylight!"

Wait--me?

I blink, looking around, but there's no one else behind me.

"Come on," he says again, impatient but not unkind. "We just need a read-through. Julia's lines are highlighted."

Before I can protest, I'm being led into the set. I step into the same spot Julia had been, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs.

This isn't a spa or some private party, this is porn and I'm standing under the lights. Not watching, I'm expected to be a stand in? There has to be a mistake.

I try to open my mouth to explain

"I'm not the stand-in, I'm just supposed to be watching"

but the director, Manny, isn't having it.

"Just say the lines, honey!"

He is already calling "action," and I don't have time to think, like there's not even time for me to breathe, let alone object. I'm standing on the edge of the set, script in hand, blinking at Antonio, who is very much naked. And very much enjoying himself.

And the two girls between his thighs? Giggling, playful, one with her tongue already teasing the base of his cock while the other kisses his stomach like he's dessert.

It's supposed to be a rehearsal, what could it hurt if I played along. I know what I feel when I look at him.

Heat, need, a memory of his mouth between my legs during the massage that makes my thighs squeeze together like it's reflex. I never got to feel all of him, and maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe it's a very bad idea, but maybe that's what makes it so good.

"Honey, I'm home," I say, the words slipping out in a soft, almost shaky tease. They sound confident, but only because I make them.

The girls look up, startled for just a second, but they don't stop. Their tongues still trail along his skin like he's made of sugar. Antonio's eyes find mine.

And something shifts.

So instead of reading Julia's next line, I toss the script down onto the coffee table, saunter forward like it's my house, I square my shoulders, step right into the scene.

"Back up," I purr, giving both girls a look that leaves no room for negotiation. "He's my husband."

Jill's eyes go wide, they slide aside, making room without really leaving, but I don't care. I'm not here for them, I'm here for him.

I settle to my knees between his legs, tension humming through my spine. The heat of the lights, the scent of sex in the air, it all blurs at the edges, but Antonio is in perfect focus.

"You've been a very bad boy," I say sweetly, my voice softer than it should be. Like I'm teasing him and confessing something all at once.

He raises an eyebrow, then leans in close, his breath warm against my cheek.

"You gonna show me what I missed, wifey?" he whispers.

A spark shoots through me, straight down. I don't answer, not out loud.

Instead, I lower my mouth to him.

My lips brush the tip of his cock, salt and heat. My tongue flicks out, just a taste, and I swear I feel him shiver.

He's thick, heavy, sliding across my tongue, and I moan around him without meaning to. My fingers curl gently around the base, my other hand braced on his thigh. I start to move, slow, steady, like every pass of my lips is something sacred. Like I'm learning what I want by learning him.

He groans, low and quiet, and the sound settles deep in my chest. I glance up, meeting his eyes, and he's watching me like I'm more than a surprise.

"Girls..." he says suddenly, voice lazy and amused. "Isn't my wife so fucking hot with my cock in her mouth?"

I don't stop. I just sink deeper.

They move in, more than ready, pulled into the gravity of it. I feel a hand land softly on his thigh beside mine, another brushing against my shoulder as Jill leans close.

"She makes you want some too, doesn't she?" he murmurs.

I let them join, mouths beside mine, tongues brushing against mine as we share the shape and weight of him. It's messy. It's hot. It's unreal.

And in that moment, I forget where I am. I forget the lights, the cameras, the script I dropped on the coffee table.

I'm just here, tasting him, tangled in heat and breath and the soft sound of pleasure building in the back of his throat.

I don't know what comes next, but right now, I don't care.

The moment turns molten.

Their mouths move beside mine, and it should feel overwhelming, too much, but it doesn't. It feels like I've stepped into some warm, wet current and all I can do is float. My lips slide off him with a soft gasp as Jill's mouth replaces mine, and Missy's tongue drags up his length, teasing.

I sit back on my knees, breathless, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I feel wrecked and radiant, like I've crossed some invisible line and found something shimmering on the other side.

The wet sounds of the girls on his cock blend with the thud of my heartbeat in my ears. I can feel the heat of them beside me, their mouths working him like it's a competition, their laughter hushed and hungry.

And Antonio?

He hasn't taken his eyes off me.

He says another name, maybe make one up, probably Julia's character's name. Chrissy or something, I don't have time to dwell.

I dive onto his cock with the kind of hunger that would make even the most seasoned Angels blush. I want to make a statement, to show the other girls how it's done, to take control and play the part better than anyone expects.

"Oh fuck baby... all I ever wanted was for you to give me this kind of attention... The girls do it for grades!"

The more he talks, the more I see it, how turned on he is, how much he's watching me. But I know something else is coming. There's a shift in him, just barely noticeable, he grins like Christmas just came early, and I know I'm in for it.

"I think I need to tend to Chrissy girls!"

There it is again. He calls me Chrissy, not Katie. I guess right now I will be Chrissy, Antonio's fucktoy wife.

He scoops me up like I weigh nothing, carrying me to the love seat with that cocky smile spread across his face.

"Mmmm... how about you feeding me that creamy wet pussy baby girl!"

My hands grip his shoulders instinctively, legs clenching around his waist, but he doesn't stop--doesn't hesitate. He walks us to a low, wide chaise lit up with the set lighting. He drops down onto it, one girl still at his base, the other climbing between his legs to keep her rhythm going like she doesn't care that I've been repositioned.

His arms guide me, pulling me forward, up, until I'm straddling his shoulders.

My knees land on the cushion on either side of his head, the soft fabric cool against my thighs, and for a moment, I freeze. The room spins slightly from the shift, the heat, the hunger.

Then his mouth finds me again and I break.

I brace one hand on the back of the chair, the other tangled in his hair, as his tongue dives in like he's trying to taste everything I've ever felt. I ride his face without even realizing I've started to, my body moving in time with the pressure of his mouth and the swirl of his tongue, wet and slow, rough and perfect.

I can't help it, I moan, soft and breathy. My hips grind against his face on their own, drawn to every flick of his tongue. He knows just how to alternate between clit and hole, how to make me drip. My muscles tense and flutter, my head tipped back, gasping for air as he holds me in place.

And then I hear myself, soft, breathless, pleading.

"Don't stop..."

My voice is quiet, but the need in it is real. I feel stretched open, every nerve singing. His hands grip my ass tighter, pulling me down harder against his mouth.

This wasn't part of any script. This is something else, something real, I'm not pretending. I'm just feeling and right now, it's everything.

He's trying to speak, I can feel it, but his words are muffled by my pussy on his mouth. I just catch it between moans.

"Cum for me baby... cum on my face you naughty girl. Give me your savory drink!"

I can't think, I can't breathe. Not with his mouth on me like that, God, not when he's doing that with his tongue, slow and deep and just a little rough.

I let my head fall back, my hand tightening in his hair. His stubble scrapes softly against the inside of my thighs, his grip on my ass firm and steady, anchoring me while I rock, small, desperate movements, chasing something that's already pulsing hot and thick beneath my skin.

Fingers, not his. Smaller, gentler, tracing my sides, brushing over my ribs, sliding down over my hips. I look down and Jill is beside me, her eyes soft and wide like she's just as caught in this moment as I am. Missy's behind her, her palm trailing a slow path up my back, then sliding around to cup one of my breasts. I gasp, but don't stop grinding against his face.

Their touch isn't rough. It's not even greedy. It's, careful, like they're watching me come undone and wanting to be part of it.

I've never done this before, not like this, not with girls involved, but it doesn't feel wrong. It feels like my body's already made the decision and my mind is just trying to catch up.

I moan, soft and shaky, and my thighs start to tremble against his cheeks. "Oh my God..." I breathe, barely able to say the words, "don't stop... please don't stop..."

My hips stutter and buck. His mouth is relentless, hungry. The way his tongue works me, the way he sucks harder when I moan louder, it's like he's drawing my orgasm out by force. And I'm letting him, I want to let him.

The girls' hands are on me now, warm and curious, slipping down my stomach, brushing between my legs Jill starts rubbing my clit and stroking the insides of my thighs. Missy's tongue gliding over my nipple then biting as she works Antonio's cock behind me. It's like they're helping coax me over the edge. I cry out, the sound high and breathy, not even caring who hears it.

I feel like I'm unraveling in every direction, his mouth, their hands, my body--

"Fuck I'm cumming baby, Fuuuck!"

The words dissolve on my tongue as everything inside me snaps. My body clenches, shakes, releases. I grab the back of the chair, hold on tight as I come hard against his mouth, wave after wave rolling through me so strong I can't hold back the sounds I make.

It's messy and raw and too much, and somehow, not enough. I fucking want more, I want everything.

Gripping Antonio I slam my mouth to his almost manic. My body is on high alert and needs more.

"I want more, Please fuck your wife, I need you inside me right fucking now baby."

I'm still shaking when he lifts me, arms strong and sure, like I don't weigh anything at all. I gasp as the cool air kisses my skin, slick and burning from what just happened. My thighs are still trembling, still slick with everything he just pulled from me. I don't even have time to catch my breath before I'm laid out on the buttery-soft leather, my back hitting it with a soft thud.

His cock hovers above me, glistening with spit and arousal, thick and flushed and just waiting. Missy and Jill's saliva coats him, catching the light, making him look even more obscene, like something I need inside me.

"Yes baby... yes... fucking is the order right now!"

Antonio's voice makes me moan. He grips my ankles, spreading me wide, pushing my legs up until my knees nearly touch my shoulders. The position has me completely open, completely exposed, but I can't bring myself to care.

"Fuck baby... he wants inside you so bad... guide him in sugar! Show him where to go darling!"

I reach down with one shaking hand, fingers curling around the thick weight of him, and even that single touch makes my pussy clench. He's so hard, so hot. I can feel him throbbing in my palm, the way his tip nudges against my entrance already has me panting.

I guide him down, the fat head of his cock pressing between my slick folds, and I cry out when I feel the first push. My whole body arches, chasing the stretch, the pressure, the fullness. I don't care if this is for the camera anymore. I don't care who's watching.

I want him, I want this, I bite my lip, eyes fluttering as I meet his gaze, raw and unguarded.

"Please," I whisper again, voice cracking from the weight of my own want.

My other hand fists the leather beneath me, bracing myself as I pull him closer, lining him up exactly where I need him, already aching to be split open again.

Antonio fills me so deep I swear I forget how to breathe. The gasp that rips from me doesn't sound like mine, it's guttural, needy, broken open by the stretch of him. I barely have time to adjust before he pulls back and slams forward again, harder, deeper, until I cry out and grab fistfuls of the leather beneath me just to keep from unraveling.

He's pounding into me like he means to ruin me, and fuck, I think I want him to.

I can feel him everywhere, thick and unforgiving, bottoming out with every stroke. Each thrust crashes into that aching spot deep inside me, making me squeal, making my legs tremble uncontrollably. The sounds spilling out of me are obscene, grunts, gasps, wet slaps echoing off the studio walls, and somewhere behind the haze of lights and sweat, I hear Missy and Jill's soft moans as they watch.

The way he's looking at me, like he's stunned by the way I take him, sends a jolt through my belly. My body arches into his, instinctive, greedy for more. I don't care how loud I am. I don't care if this is being filmed or judged or picked apart. Right now, I only care about the next thrust.

He leans in, our mouths hovering just a breath apart, and I can taste him, taste us, my cum still coating his face and mouths.

"Fuck Katie fuck... I need you cum... show me your orgasm face sugar!"

God, that voice, that demand, he sounds like he's unraveling too. His cock pulses inside me, hard and thick and relentless, every stroke slamming into my sweet spot and making my entire body burn.

We're wild, loud, desperate. I'm soaked, stretched, and sweating, his skin slick against mine. My thighs start to shake again, hips rocking to meet every thrust. I'm close, so fucking close.

Every stroke sends me spiraling, his cock hitting that perfect place that turns my whole body electric. I'm gasping, grinding back against him, wild with it now.

There's nothing else, just the pulse of him inside me, the slap of our skin, the sweat dripping down my back, and the sounds I can't control anymore. I don't care, I want him to feel it, all of it.

My body starts to lock down again, tighter than before, like something inside is about to snap.

I can't even think, I don't have to. My body answers for me.

It hits like a freight train, harder than anything that's come before. My thighs lock around him, my back arches off the leather, and I cry out as the orgasm slams through me. My whole body clenches, shakes, pulses around him, wringing every deep thrust from his cock as I fall apart in his arms. The world goes white behind my eyes.

"Yes--fuck--Antonio!" I sob, breathless, my legs trembling so badly they can barely stay hooked around his waist. "Don't stop, don't stop..."

And he doesn't. He keeps driving into me, deeper, rougher, his rhythm desperate now, his groans turning guttural. I feel his body start to jerk against mine, every muscle going tight, and then the unmistakable flood of him inside me, hot, thick, claiming. I moan again, helpless and completely wrecked.

Our orgasms collide at the top, crashing down together in one final, perfect ruin.

And then--

"CUT!"

The word slices through the studio like a whip crack.

I freeze, my breath still heaving, my body still twitching from the aftershocks, hands fisted in Antonio's slick shoulders. For a second I can't tell if I imagined it, but then I hear the movement. The shuffle of crew, the quiet clicks of equipment resetting, the voices, the energy shifting all around us.

My eyes flick toward the sound, and that's when I see it. So many people. So many more than I thought were here. Behind the lights, behind the cameras.

Fuck.

I thought this was just me being a stand-in, a rehearsal. Something private, something off the record. But the way everyone's moving now, the lights bright, the techs talking, the applause starting to rise, it hits me hard.

How many people just watched that?

My cheeks flush hot, the realization crashing into me like another wave, but I don't move. I can't, I'm still wrapped around him, still full of him, our sweat-slicked bodies tangled together, his cum already starting to leak from pussy. My skin is flushed, thighs sticky, heart still pounding.

More chaos breaks out as the crew rushes forward. Someone wraps a robe around my shoulders, gentle hands on my arms, my hips, making sure I'm okay. I barely register their voices, but I know what they're doing. They're checking on me because... because of the pounding I just took.

And then I see Jacky.

He moves through the crowd like he owns it, shaking hands, grinning like he just won a bet, soaking up the electric buzz in the air. Everyone's looking at me now, at us. Like something big just happened, like it meant something.

Jacky finds me, eyes sparkling, lips curved in that cocky smile I've come to crave.

"Nice job sugar," he says, stepping close, brushing my hair back with easy familiarity. "That was your final evaluation... You killed it. Welcome to the Angels Landing family."