Caught on Camera: Part Three by Lily Harlem Page A

in action. He’d also be able to see more of Cade—since he’d been behind him, thrusting, pounding, building them both up to climax—because the camera had zoomed in and around Cade, catching his expressions, as well as the moment he’d spunked onto the bed.
    Reece shifted on the airplane seat—his cock stiffening in his jeans. He shook his head. Damn, since meeting Cade he’d become sex-obsessed, but at least that made up for the dry spell he’d endured. When he thought about it now, he realized he hadn’t known just how much he’d missed it. Being hurt by Matthew had sent him into self-inflicted celibacy for too long.
    He flicked forward to the next scene in the script. It was set in a hotel room in Vegas, The Luxor, and started off with dialog about a threesome fantasy, which included a new character called Grayson, played by Bret Hadden.
    Reece continued to read, hardly taking any notice of the lines he was supposed to be learning, just utterly and completely caught up in the steamy scene. Clothes were ripped off, cocks were hard and everyone was having a great time.
    When he reached the end of the scene, Reece quickly shut the script and tucked it away. He looked out of the window again at a whisper of clouds just beneath the plane. Jesus, he was going to be part of that scene soon, doing those things with not just Cade but Bret too. He had to. He’d signed up for it.
    He’d signed up for a ménage a trois.
    He couldn’t deny it wasn’t something he hadn’t daydreamed about in the past, even wanked off to on occasion—just thinking about having two cocks to pleasure him—in his arse, his mouth, his hands full. What about seeing Cade get fucked while he shoved his cock into Cade’s mouth and felt all the vibrations of his pleasure around his shaft? Damn, that would be hot.
    Desire washed through him again, stiffening his already interested cock a little more. He reached for the standard issue airline blanket and covered his lap.
    “What’s up?” Cade asked quietly.
    Reece looked at him. “You’re awake.”
    “Yeah, needed that kip though.” He removed his headphones.
    “Your movie finished.”
    “Yeah, it was crap.” Cade reached for Reece’s beer and took a mouthful. “You look flushed, Reece. What are you thinking about?”
    “I was reading the script.”
    “Oh yeah.” One side of Cade’s mouth tipped into a smile. “And do you like what we’ve got in store for us next?”
    “Who is this Bret Hadden guy who plays Grayson? Someone you know?”
    “Yeah, a bloke I was in Spain with on shoot. He’s nice, a real pro, and hung like a fucking donkey.”
    “Okay.”
    “And without lube, you’d be torn in two.”
    “Good to know.” Reece tried not to look panicked. This was a guy who was going to fuck him. He liked a big cock as much as the next bloke, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for a hung-like-a-donkey-porn-star shoving into him. He’d only been in the adult movie industry a day.
    “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be next to you, holding your hand,” Cade said.
    “You mean next to me with your dick in my mouth,” Reece said, indicating the script that he’d slotted away.
    “Yeah, that too.” Cade leaned across and touched his lips to Reece’s cheek. “I promise it will be fine. More than fine. We’ll have a fucking amazing time with Bret.”
    “I hope so.”
    Cade waggled his eyebrows. “Reece, you have a hard-on just thinking about a threesome… Imagine the real thing? It will blow your mind.”
     
    * * * *
     
    “Wow.” Reece stopped just inside the doorway of their hotel room and dropped his bag to the floor. “There must be some fucking mistake.”
    “No mistake,” Cade said, flicking the porter ten dollars. “Thanks, mate.”
    The porter nodded then left them alone, shutting the door behind him.
    “This is what Tom pays for, the room—which, of course, is also the set—so he doesn’t mind spending the money on it. And there’s no point us having a