The Mansion in the Hills Where It All Unleashed

The party wasn’t on any official calendar. It was one of those gatherings that spread by word of mouth among adult film people, in a mansion perched high in the hills, far above the city lights. The lamps were nearly dimmed, the pool seemed to spill out over the valley, and the music was so deep you felt it in your chest before you heard it.

I got in on a borrowed invite. A colleague who worked as a stunt double on luxury productions had a plus-two pass and slipped me in, saying I was “visiting European talent.” Nobody asked anything else. In places like that, a good story opens any door.

I was wearing a fitted black shirt that emphasized my chest and shoulders, dark trousers, and my braids pulled back down my spine. A tattoo peeked out from my rolled-up sleeve. I felt the looks as soon as I crossed the door. Everyone there was used to perfect bodies, but a dark-skinned guy with gray eyes, looking like he’d come from another world, was always going to stir curiosity.

I poured myself a straight whisky at the makeshift bar by the water. People drifted slowly around the pool, drinks in hand, low laughter, the occasional couple disappearing into the shadows of the hedges. It was the kind of atmosphere where everything is allowed and nobody asks your real name.

I was staring at the city’s reflection trembling on the water when I felt someone step up beside me.

I turned my head and there she was. Sienna Cross herself, one of the best-known actresses in the scene, wearing a tiny black dress that made it clear she had nothing on underneath. Platinum-blonde hair loose, lips painted red, a glass of champagne in her hand, and that look that disarms you in two seconds flat. She smiled at me like she’d known me all her life.

—You’re the Spaniard they say fucks like he’s fighting a war? —she blurted, bluntly, her voice husky.

I gave a half-smile.

—Depends who’s telling it.

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

I glanced down for a second and then back up into her eyes.

—Want to check whether the rumors are true?

She didn’t answer with words. She took me by the hand and dragged me into the house. We passed between half-naked bodies, actors I recognized, directors, and the occasional famous face pretending not to be looking. We climbed a marble staircase to a penthouse suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire lit-up city.

***

She closed the door, slid the lock home, and turned to face me.

—Take your shirt off —she ordered.

I obeyed slowly, button by button, letting her see my torso and the tattoos running up my arm to my shoulder. She bit her lip. She came closer, ran her nails over my chest, and down to my belt. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her against me, and she felt instantly how hard I was against her stomach.

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

I kissed her hard, biting her lip, and she kissed me back with the same hunger. Her hands went down to the zipper, slid inside, and pulled out my cock, already wet. She stared at it like she’d found a trophy.

—This doesn’t fit me, not even in my dreams —she said, laughing, but she still dropped to her knees.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took it all the way down on the first thrust. I felt her gag, saw tears prick at her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. She looked up at me from below while she sucked, saliva sliding down her chin and her dress ridden up to her waist. I grabbed her blonde braids like reins and started fucking her mouth without mercy, driving deep, feeling her throat clamp down. She moaned and kept rubbing herself nonstop between the legs.

When I was about to finish I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. I ripped her dress off in one pull, literally tearing it in half, and she ended up naked except for her heels. I spread her legs, dove in headfirst, and worked her with my tongue while I slid two fingers inside, then three, curling them against her exact spot. She arched, grabbed my hair, and came in less than a minute, shaking all over.

I didn’t let her rest. I dropped to my knees between her legs and pushed in slowly at first, letting her open for me. She panted and dug her nails into my forearms.

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

I ignored her. With one thrust I went all the way in, and her walls clenched around me like a fist. Sienna cried out for real, eyes rolling back. I started pounding deep, every удар making her bounce, and the sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room. She came again, clamping down so hard I almost finished inside her.

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

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

—From behind —she begged. —Ruin me.

I lined the head up against that tight spot and pushed. It went in centimeter by centimeter, her moaning, me growling at how tight it was. Once I was all the way inside, I started moving with the same intensity, one hand gripping the back of her neck and pressing her into the pillow, the other handing out slaps that left her skin red. She came again and again, tightening around me with every orgasm.

***

That was when the door flew open.

We both turned our heads. In the doorway stood Maddox Stone, another name anyone in the scene would recognize, in jeans and nothing else. Tattooed body, defined muscles, and a bulge already pushing against the fabric. He looked at us and smiled with predator calm.

—Am I interrupting?

Sienna, still with me buried in her, panted:

—Come here.

Maddox yanked his jeans off in one pull. He came to the bed and planted himself in front of her, and she opened her mouth and took him in without using her hands, while I kept moving behind her. He locked eyes with me and said in that deep voice:

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

He pulled me away from her in one sharp tug, left her gasping in emptiness, and shoved me against the wall. He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth all the way down, cleaning me with his tongue. I, surprised but so turned on it was beyond what I’d expected, grabbed his head and started fucking his mouth just like I had done with her. Maddox sucked like a pro, no gagging, looking up at me from below while he stroked himself.

Sienna crawled over and got beside him. The two of them licked me at once, tongues tangled, mouths taking turns, not leaving a single inch unattended. I moaned like an animal, holding both of them by the hair.

Then Maddox stood up, looked at me, spat into his hand, and prepared me from behind. I didn’t say a word. I turned around, braced my hands against the wall, and spread my legs. He positioned himself behind me, pushed, and went in all at once. Pain and pleasure at the same time, nobody had ever taken me like that, but fuck if I didn’t love it. He started moving hard, one hand on my shoulder and the other down to jerk me off. Sienna slid underneath, mouth open, licking me and tending to him every time he pulled out.

The rhythm turned savage. Maddox was driving into me like 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, and through the windows the city glow kept pouring in as if we were the only lit-up secret on the whole hill. I felt like I was going to finish like never before.

—Inside —I said, voice broken—. Finish inside me.

Maddox growled, sped up, and I felt him swell before he let go, pulse after pulse. That pushed me right to the edge. I came with a force that left my legs weak, and Sienna tried to swallow all of it even as some of it spilled from 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, then kissed Maddox. The three of us looked at one another, laughing like we shared a secret we weren’t going to tell anyone.

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

Down below the deep music kept playing, the pool kept spilling over the city, and nobody at that party had the slightest idea what had just happened three floors above their heads. I had come in on a borrowed invite, without my own name on the list, telling a lie about who I was. And I was going to leave, when the sun came up, with the only real story I’d ever dare tell anyone.