Faust's Folly

Author's note:

Please see Pt. 1 for blurb. And, if you haven't read Pts. 1 & 2 yet, I strongly recommend doing so before proceeding.

All sensuality (on page or otherwise) takes place between characters who are eighteen or older.

Eighteen

"Slow down, dummy," Wyatt muttered to himself after spotting the speedometer tick above one-hundred kilometers per hour, well in excess of the posted limit for the residential street on which he travelled.

He let off the throttle and coasted until he was moving with the pace of traffic. The bike upon which he rode was something he had purchased on impulse during his unplanned flight from the studio's mansion two days prior. Both Hannah and Amber had announced that he was insane for being willing to risk L.A. traffic with nothing more than a helmet and his natural guile to protect him. But, as he had gently pointed out to them, he had successfully navigated many an autocross race without serious injury, so he felt qualified to protect himself. The bike he had hastily bought was in reasonably good shape, although it seemed to have an innate personality that desperately wanted to go as fast as possible.

He ducked behind a family sedan in the hope of preventing another unintentional acceleration before glancing at his phone to check the time. Seeing that his E.T.A was still nearly thirty minutes nearly led to another burst of acceleration, but he managed to resist the urge. Instead, he allowed a tiny fraction of his attention drift to his destination... and the woman awaiting him there.

Precisely twenty-seven minutes had elapsed since he had received a cryptic text from Amber asking him to join her at a luxury hotel downtown. He had allowed himself a full four minutes to shower before hopping on his bike and speeding south. He had lucked into spotting a pair of imported sports cars having an impromptu race along the freeway and drafted far enough behind them to ensure they would effectively sweep up any potential police presence and leave him free to travel at double the speed limit with only sleepy semi drivers and distracted soccer moms to worry about.

Wyatt pulled into the parking garage of the hotel to which he had been directed almost exactly an hour after receiving Amber's text. The valet looked at him helplessly before anxiously waving him through to self-park. He climbed from his bike and made his way to the elevator while removing his helmet and running his fingers through his now sweat-soaked hair thanks to the early-spring sun beating down on him before dusk finally fell as he was arriving.

As he rode the elevator to the twenty-third floor, he once again succumbed to visions of what he hoped was in his immediate future. That Amber was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen was beyond question. Countless centerfolds, models, movie-stars and musicians that were strewn throughout his sexual history paled in comparison to the Valkyrie-like goddess. She also stimulated him on an emotional level, often blending playful teasing which fell just short of hurtful with an undeniable quality of character. She made him smile just as frequently as she turned him on, and her laugh was the kind of infectious that could improve someone's week just by hearing it for a moment.

By the time the elevator dinged to announce his arrival, Wyatt needed to take a calming breath lest he knock on Amber's door with a raging hard-on. He walked slowly down the hall, his mind overrun with possibilities for his opening line when he came face to face with the object of his affection.

He knocked on the door firmly and then stood back to give her a clear view of him through the peephole. When the door finally opened, all of the witty quips and gushing praise he had been preparing vanished in an instant.

"About time," Rita barked judgmentally.

"Um... what?"

"Get in here before someone sees you," the sturdy camerawoman snapped.

For lack of a better strategy, Wyatt did as he was told and entered the room. Rita closed the door behind him and threw all the locks as Wyatt wandered into what he realized was a suite. He quickly spotted Amber, dressed as though she was about to hop a private jet to open the stock market the following morning on Wall Street.

She glanced in his direction before returning her attention to her laptop. "Thanks for coming so quickly, Wyatt."

"Anytime," he replied instinctively. He then added, "What is she doing here?" with a head nod in Rita's direction.

Rita chuckled and murmured, "Oh, you dumb bastard."

Wyatt kept his attention on Amber. "Perhaps a better question would be: what am I doing here?"

Amber spent a few more seconds typing before she sighed heavily and slammed her laptop closed. She then rose and crossed to Wyatt. As she approached, however, he watched her gaze transition from excited to pensive. She regarded him intently for a moment before glancing around furtively and then grabbing his hand to pull him into the suite's bedroom.

After closing the door behind him, she sat heavily on the bed. "I'm so sorry, Wyatt."

"For what?"

"I was so excited when confronted with the confluence of inspiration and opportunity, that I didn't stop to consider what this might look like."

"How so?"

She patted the spot next to her on the bed and waited for him to sit before continuing. "I didn't ask you here for sex. At least, not with me."

He nodded morosely and murmured, "I see."

"Please don't be mad."

"Never," he replied quickly. "It was my mistake to make an assumption."

She appeared to consider several possible replies before she ultimately surged toward him, crushing her lips against his. He was so caught off guard that it took him a moment to respond. By the time his higher brain functions caught up with his surroundings, she was already pulling back; leaving him with nothing but the lingering memory of achingly soft lips and a taste to which he was already addicted.

"I do want to have sex with you, Wyatt. And to date you."

"But?"

"Not tonight. I swear I'm not leading you on. It's just... I think I figured out a way to get Scott off your back. And to satisfy your contract. And to make a few girls who could really use a break a lot of money."

"How so?" he replied with unfeigned interest.

"We start with Jade. Tonight. In this room. I've already got Adria lined up for tomorrow night. The next few nights are less concrete. The point is; all of them have points on their contracts. They get automatic bonuses based on pre-defined thresholds of page views. Adria's already made twenty grand off the scene you guys already filmed."

"But why all the secrecy?"

"Because Scott's a fucking lunatic," she yelped. "He's bound and fucking determined to put you in a scene which proves that he's the boss and you're nothing but a peon. I heard him talking to one of his golfing buddies in his office this afternoon. He's got a whole slate of scenes lined up, all of which you'll positively hate. Whether it's domination, or doing a scene with other guys, or bodily fluids. And, if all that fails, he's got a slate of women lined up that he intentionally designed to make you uncomfortable. Including, if you can believe it, my mother."

"You're joking."

"I wish I was. I also wish Mom hadn't called me up gushing about how excited she was to work with you. One of the other girls is eighteen, but looks and acts like she's twelve and exclusively films scenes which are right on the border of allowable role-play, and the other tips the scales at quite a bit more than one-hundred kilos."

"So, you decided to film without his permission? Just to get me out of the contract?"

"And to make a lot of money for Jade. And Adria. And hopefully a couple other girls if I can find ones who both have the right contract language and aren't assholes. There's also the small matter of me trying to break into directing for a half-decade, but no one ever gives me a chance."

"Ok," he replied simply.

She looked at him with unguarded affection written plainly in her large, devastatingly beautiful blue eyes. "I really appreciate this, Wyatt. And I promise to fuck your beautiful brains out once you've filmed the scenes."

He smiled at her before kissing her tenderly, albeit briefly. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I'd much rather we make love. If it's all the same to you."

She bit her lip alluringly in advance of whispering, "Deal." She then patted his thigh and stood. "But that's later. Tonight, I need you to focus on Jade."

"Any directorial tips?" he asked as he stood to join her.

She leaned against him, her magnificent curves fitting perfectly against his muscled abdomen. "Make love to her. Just like with Adria. I want you to leave my panties gushing by the time you're finished."

"As you wish," he murmured before delivering a final brief kiss and opening the door to the room.

"Right," Madison announced as she followed him back into the suite's common area. "Jade's in a room down the hall. When I text her and tell her we're ready, she'll come knock on the door. The scene starts when she arrives. I won't give any other direction other than asking you to keep the action contained to either the entry hall or the bedroom, since we'd have to clean up if we wanted to use the bathroom or this room. That being said, if you want to use the bathroom tomorrow, just let me know and we'll be ready. Rita will be doing sound for the first entry while I run the camera. Once we've made it to the bedroom, where we've already placed several mics around the room, we'll both be filming. But don't you worry about any of that. Just focus on Jade, like you did with Adria, and things will go perfectly."

"Any guidance from Jade?" Wyatt asked, correcting himself at the last minute to use her stage name.

"She only said, and I quote, anything goes. And that she trusts you."

"I guess I should grab another shower first."

She shook her head before saying, "You can if you like, but I think you smell wonderful."

"Fucking breeders," Rita grumbled.

"Oh, hush," Madison retorted playfully. "I never complain when we film girl-girl scenes."

"Yeah, because you're in denial about being bi. Duh."

"Whatever. Everyone ready?"

Wyatt nodded seriously and Rita slung a few satchels over her shoulder before picking up a boom mic. Madison fired off a text before picking up a camera and flipping on the attached ring light. Wyatt shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it onto where he had previously placed his helmet in the suite's common area while he tried to prepare himself mentally for what was to come.

Nineteen

Wyatt took a calming breath upon hearing a knock at the door. The recording equipment behind him faded into the background the moment he spotted Jade standing just outside the room in a revealing little black dress and sky-high black heels. She looked up at him hungrily as she took in the sight of his tall form clad in form-fitting jeans and a button-up white shirt. He extended a hand to her, which she accepted with a smile as she entered the room exuding such an overwhelming amount of sex appeal that Wyatt had little doubt that even the frostiest of married couples within a ten-kilometer radius were finding themselves looking at their partners with renewed attraction.

She leaned against the wall coquettishly upon entering and gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes. He planted a hand on the wall above her and dipped his head to claim her lips. Her needy moan filled his lungs and her tongue invaded his mouth as, in the span of a heartbeat, she went from demure to demanding. Gripping his shirt forcefully, she tugged him closer in tandem with tilting her head to deepen their kiss.

"I need you," she whispered after releasing his lips with a flick of her tongue against his earlobe.

Buttons clattered across the tile entryway as she ripped his shirt open to feast on one of his nipples. He growled his approval and bent slightly to cup her perfect ass and easily pick her up. She continued her assault on his exposed chest as he walked her toward the bedroom. A hiss escaped his lips when she responded to his fingers tracing along her lace covered slit by biting his nipple firmly.

He set her back on her feet once they arrived at their destination. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees and attacked the front of his jeans. He shrugged his shirt off absentmindedly as she worked to free his already turgid manhood.

"Oh my God!" she whispered reverently as his cock sprang free, nearly thwacking her in the cheek in the process.

She proceeded to fondle him patiently, her fingers working meticulously to, quite literally, gain his measure. Her dainty fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, leaving quite a few centimeters of his flesh showing between the tips of her thumb and ring finger. She brought her other hand up to stack it above the first in advance of deliberately measuring his penis as though she was a breeder of fine thoroughbreds.

Upon demonstrating his length at just shy of four of her hands, she gazed up at him in wonder and whispered, "I don't think it will fit."

Before he could respond, she dipped her head to wrap her lips around his tip. As he watched in undisguised wonder, she took him deeper into the heaven of her mouth at a tantalizingly slow pace. Her progress along his length did not slow when the head of his cock reached the back of his throat. His moan echoed off the room's walls as he felt her throat swell to admit his manhood.

Just as Wyatt started to grow concerned about the wellbeing of his lover, Jade pulled back and gulped in a huge breath as a waterfall of saliva streamed down her chin.

"Fuck," he gasped in amazement.

"More," she rasped before taking him once again into her mouth.

A soft glucking filled the room as she bobbed in front of him, fucking him with her willing mouth. His eyes traced the cascade of moisture flowing from her bottom lip to spot her hand disappearing beneath her dress. He watched in awe as her dress slowly slid up to reveal her bare pussy, and the three fingers she was using to frantically fuck herself.

Unwilling to allow another second to elapse without devoting himself to his partner's pleasure, Wyatt carefully pulled his hips back. Jade's mewling complaint and eager attempt to lunge forward to recapture him sorely tested his resolve, but he was resolute. He bent to take her hand and wordlessly prompted her to rise.

"I wasn't done with that," she pouted.

"You can have more after I taste you," he rumbled.

She shivered in response to his deep voice and seemed to sway unsteadily for a moment. He gripped her by the shoulders and spun her around to access the zipper to her dress. Smiling to himself as he discovered there was nothing beneath the dress other than Jade's flawless body, he slid the straps off her shoulders. She allowed the dress to slide to the floor before turning back to face him and once again taking his manhood in her hands.

He bent to nip along her neck before whispering, "I will have my prize," in her ear in advance of gently shoving her back onto the bed.

She yelped in surprise, but that did not keep her from opening her legs, which were long and slender despite her petite frame, and beckoning him closer with a crooked finger.

Her skin was nothing short of perfection: taut, yet supple, and not so much as a hint of a tan-line or body hair. He crawled toward her slowly, savoring the sight of both her impeccable body and the libidinous hunger in her eyes. His tongue sank into her core as he settled onto the bed, ripping a guttural moan from her lips which seemed to rattle the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Yes," she hissed as she threaded her fingers into his hair to smash his face against her dripping slit.

His arousal was driven to impossible heights in response to the intoxicating assault on his senses. Her sweet taste; her lusty smell; the exquisite perfection of her petite body beneath his questing fingers; the sight of unguarded adoration in her eyes: it all combined to place him in a state of near feral need to claim the woman writhing on his tongue. He winked at her as he flicked her clit with his tongue, a move that caused her body to spasm in pleasure. She fell back onto the pillow behind her, sending her hair splaying out across the pillow.

Her hips began thrusting into him, batting his head around playfully as she sought out with an almost mindless desperation the friction her release required. Wrapping his arms around her upper thighs, he used core muscles gained through years of near-daily training to rise to his knees without relinquishing his grip. He lifted her until only her shoulders and her head were still touching the bed, causing her to gaze up at him in amazement. He lashed her clit with his tongue and freed one of his hands to sink two fingers into her slick heat, knowing instinctively that the time for a slow climb to release was past and all she wanted in that moment was: more... harder...now.

"Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Oh, myfuckingGod!" she screamed as her orgasm arrived with the swiftness of a thunderclap. Her body spasmed in his arms as her release consumed her. He continued fucking her with his fingers and pleasuring her clit in search of heightening her pleasure. Wetness geyser-ed from the core; overflowing his mouth and cascading down across her stomach toward her lewdly outstretched tongue.

He gently settled her back onto the bed before licking along her soaked body to where she was still trying to slurp her release from her heaving breasts. He kissed her passionately, savoring both her taste and her desire as her hand quickly found his throbbing manhood to stroke him urgently.

"I need you inside me, Wyatt," she panted pleadingly.

She rolled from beneath him and pivoted around until she was on her knees, presenting her dripping sex in a manner which made clear her intentions. He rose up behind her and briefly kneaded the flawless skin of her perfectly formed ass before teasing his tip against her folds.

"Please," she begged wantonly.

He impaled her in a single firm thrust, ripping a grunt of satisfaction from his lips and a scream of delight from hers. The physical pleasure he felt upon joining with her was unlike anything he had ever experienced, no doubt heightened by his undeniable affection for her as a person.

The speed of their coupling built slowly, with Wyatt nearly allowing himself to come free of the sweet embrace of her femininity before once again patiently sheathing himself fully in her slick heat. Within moments, her arousal coated his balls as her pleasure began to build deep in her core.

"You feel so fucking good," she moaned in response to him pulling her from her prone position until her back slicked against his chest.

He groped one of her breasts as his other hand sought out her clit and he kissed along her neck. She turned to meet his lips and they shared what was, without possibility of doubt, the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced. His hips thrust firmly, and without conscious thought, propelling her into another orgasm. Her ecstatic moan filled his lungs via their still joined lips, and it was all he could do to not join her in release.

He reluctantly pulled his hips back to give her a moment to recover, but the moment his manhood escaped her core she growled in protest and whirled around to glare at him accusingly. Without a word, she pushed him back onto the bed and gripped his manhood firmly as she sank between his knees. She deepthroated him without preamble, determinedly forcing his cock further into her throat until her tongue flicked teasingly against his balls. His thoughts went immediately to panic. But, when he looked into her eyes, he saw only desire and excitement. She pulled back slowly, a torrent of saliva bathing his balls as she released his tip. She sucked the head of his cock for a few more moments as she stroked his shaft languidly.