The Mansion in the Hills Where Everything Unleashed

The party appeared on no official calendar. It was one of those gatherings passed by word of mouth among people in the adult film industry, held in a mansion perched high in the hills, far above the city lights. The lamps were nearly off, the pool seemed to spill over the valley, and the music was so deep you felt it in your chest before you heard it.

I got in as someone’s guest. A colleague who worked as a stunt double on high-end productions had a pass for two and slipped me in, saying I was “European talent visiting.” No one asked any more questions. In places like that, a good story opens every door.

I was wearing a tight black shirt that showed off my chest and shoulders, dark trousers, and my braids tied back, falling down my back. A tattoo peeked out from beneath my rolled-up sleeve. I noticed the looks from the moment I crossed the door. Everyone there was used to perfect bodies, but a dark-skinned guy with gray eyes who looked like he’d come from another world always aroused curiosity.

I poured myself a neat whiskey at the makeshift bar beside the water. People moved slowly around the pool, glasses in hand, laughter kept low, the occasional couple disappearing into the shadows of the hedges. It was the kind of atmosphere where everything was allowed and no one asked your real name.

I was watching the reflection of the city trembling on the water when I felt someone take up position beside me.

I turned my head, and there she was. Sienna Cross in the flesh, one of the best-known actresses in the industry, wearing a ridiculously short black dress that made it perfectly clear she had nothing on underneath. Her platinum-blond hair hung loose, her lips were painted red, she held a champagne glass in one hand, and she had that look that disarmed you in two seconds. She smiled at me as if she’d known me all her life.

—Are you the Spaniard they say fucks like he’s waging a war? —she blurted out, her voice raspy.

I gave her a crooked smile.

—Depends who’s telling it.

—Everybody —she replied, moving a little closer. Her expensive perfume mingled with the heat of her skin—. I’ve been told you’re hiding something serious in those trousers.

I lowered my gaze for a second, then raised it to her eyes again.

—Want to find out whether the rumors are true?

She didn’t answer with words. She took my hand and pulled me inside the house. We passed between half-naked bodies, actors I recognized, directors, and the occasional famous face pretending not to look. We climbed a marble staircase to a penthouse suite, its windows spanning the entire glowing city.

***

She shut the door, locked it, and turned toward me.

—Take off your shirt —she ordered.

I obeyed slowly, button by button, letting her see my torso and the tattoos climbing up my arm to my shoulder. She bit her lip. She came closer, ran her nails over my chest, and lowered them to my belt. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her against me, and she immediately felt how hard I was pressing against her belly.

—Fuck —she whispered against my mouth—, it wasn’t an exaggeration.

I kissed her hard, biting her lip, and she kissed me back with the same fury. Her hands lowered the zipper, slipped inside, and pulled out my cock, already dripping. She looked at it like someone who’d just discovered a trophy.

—That wouldn’t fit even in my dreams —she said with a laugh, but she dropped to her knees anyway.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed it all the way down on the first thrust. I felt her gag, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away. She looked up at me while she sucked, saliva running down her chin and her dress hiked up to her waist. I grabbed her blond braids as if they were reins and started fucking her mouth without mercy, going all the way in, feeling her throat tighten. She moaned and kept touching herself between her legs.

When I was about to come, I lifted her and threw her onto the bed. I ripped her dress off in one pull—it literally tore in half—and she was left naked except for her heels. I spread her legs, plunged my head between them, and worked her with my tongue while pushing in two fingers, then three, curling them against exactly the right spot. She arched, grabbed my hair, and came in less than a minute, trembling all over.

I didn’t give her any time to rest. I knelt between her legs and pushed in slowly at first, letting her open up for me. She panted and dug her nails into my forearms.

—Slowly, fuck… —she said through clenched teeth.

I ignored her. In a single thrust I reached the hilt, and her walls squeezed me like a fist. Sienna screamed for real, her eyes rolling back. I began pumping deep; every blow made her bounce, and the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room. She came again, squeezing me so tightly I nearly finished inside her.

—Switch —I said, turning her over like a doll until she was on all fours.

I prepared her with my tongue and fingers, slowly, until she began pushing back, searching for me.

—From behind —she begged—. Break me.

I lined the head up against that tight opening and pushed. It went in inch by inch, her moans mingling with my grunts at how tight she was. When I was fully inside, I began moving with the same intensity, one hand on the back of her neck pressing her against the pillow and the other delivering slaps that left her skin red. She came again and again, closing around me with every orgasm.

***

That was when the door flew open.

We both turned our heads. Maddox Stone stood in the doorway, another name anyone in the industry would recognize, wearing jeans and nothing else. His tattooed body was all defined muscle, and a bulge was already pushing against the fabric. He looked at us and smiled with a predator’s calm.

—Am I interrupting?

Sienna, still impaled on me, panted:

—Come here.

Maddox yanked off his jeans. He came to the bed and stood in front of her. She opened her mouth and swallowed him without using her hands while I kept moving behind her. He fixed me with his eyes and said in that deep voice:

—They say Spaniards fuck like animals. Let’s see.

He pulled me out of her, leaving her moaning from the emptiness, and shoved me against the wall. He knelt and took my cock into his mouth all the way, cleaning it with his tongue. Surprised but hornier than I’d expected to be, I grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth just as I had hers. Maddox sucked like a professional, without gagging, looking up at me while he touched himself.

Sienna crawled closer and knelt beside him. They both licked me at once, their tongues tangling, their mouths taking turns, not leaving a single inch unattended. I moaned like an animal, holding them both by the hair.

Then Maddox stood, looked at me, spat into his hand, and prepared me from behind. I didn’t say a word. I turned around, planted my hands against the wall, and spread my legs. He positioned himself behind me, pushed, and entered in one thrust. Pain and pleasure at once; I’d never been taken like that, but fuck, I loved it. He began moving hard, one hand on my shoulder and the other reaching down to jerk me off. Sienna slipped underneath, mouth open, licking me and tending to him every time he pulled out.

The pace turned savage. Maddox pounded me as if he wanted to split me in two, I worked myself with my hand, and Sienna swallowed everything she could reach. The room smelled of sweat, expensive perfume, and alcohol, while the city’s glow continued pouring through the windows as if we were the only secret burning on the entire hillside. I felt myself about to come like never before.

—Inside —I said in a broken voice—. Finish inside me.

Maddox growled and sped up. I felt him swell before he let go, pulse after pulse. It pushed me over the edge. I came with a force that left my legs weak, and Sienna tried to swallow it all even as some spilled down her chin.

***

The three of us collapsed onto the bed, panting, drenched in sweat. Sienna climbed on top of me, kissed me with the taste of champagne and sex, and then kissed Maddox. The three of us looked at one another, laughing as if we shared a secret we would never tell anyone.

—This —she said, resting her head on my chest— is only the beginning of the night.

Downstairs, the deep music was still playing, the pool was still spilling over the city, and no one at that party had the slightest idea what had just happened three floors above their heads. I had arrived as someone’s guest, without an invitation of my own, telling a lie about who I was. And when the sun came up, I would leave with the only true story I would never dare tell anyone.