Chapter Five
Grace, being the more techie of the two, checked the recorder's batteries and ran several tests to make sure everything was in order. As she sat on the bed and tinkered with it, Rigsby padded in wearing just his black cotton track pants and carrying two glasses of wine. He paused at the door when he saw his girl, sitting in her underwear and toying with a piece of electronics.
"Sexiest thing I've ever seen," he chuckled.
She looked up from her work. "What's that?"
He walked over and sat next to her on the bed, sipping from one glass. "You, you little geek. How come no one in IT or AV is anywhere as hot as you?"
She blushed and went back to the camera. She slapped a tape into the holder and shut it, holding the entire thing up to him. "Ta-da."
He batted it out of her hands. It bounced softly onto the bed as he placed the second glass between her fingers. She shook her head in reprimand as she took a sip. "You should treat your equipment better," she admonished over the rim.
He waved his hand. "What for? I have you to fix that kinda stuff now."
Grace snorted. "I ain't the AV department, babe."
She finished the modest amount of wine in her glass and he took it from her, setting it on the bedside table as he chuckled. "No, you're the Playboy Mansion's idea of the AV department."
She giggled and punched his bare arm. "Hey! At least my stuff gets fixed! I'm not sprawled over motherboards and circuit breakers, wearing six-inch heels and pouting like a sulky tramp. Those chicks can't even spell Panasonic."
His deep laughter boomed in the cozy space as he launched himself at her and wrestled her to the mattress. She laughed with him and struggled to free herself from her pinned position. Looking into his eyes, she would never again use the term 'blue' to describe feeling sad.
"Turn it on," she said breathlessly. "I want to see everything."
He paused for a second, his gaze dipping to her lips, before nodding and lifting away from her. He flipped the recorder on and set it up on the small table. From its angle, it could easily catch everything that happened on his bed.
She reached over and dragged him back down, making him pin her once again as she wrapped her arms around his back and drew him in for a long, lazy kiss. Her bare legs slid up the soft fabric of his pants. Feeling every bit the exhibitionist, she made a show of it, trapping him in the eager pull of her limbs and moaning softly as his kisses grew more demanding.
Her hands slipped into the elastic band and brushed against his stiff erection. "Shit," he hissed instantly, automatically straining into her grip. "Warn me first."
She hummed with power and stroked him slowly. "Warn you about what? That I want to touch you? That your cock is the prettiest toy I've ever had and I'd play with it all day if I could?"
He growled and thrust harder into her hands. "Watch it," he warned playfully.
She smirked, reaching down and yanking his pants away. "Gladly."
She reached over, plucking the camera off the table and leveling it against her eye, aiming it down and watching herself give him a handjob through the eyepiece.
"Jesus," he hissed in surprise, leaning back and giving her room.
"That's right," she crooned. The sight filling the monitor was so erotic that she barely heard the words tumble from her own mouth. "Look how big you are, baby. How hard. God, I love how you fill my hand. There's so much of you. You make me so wet, just watching this."
He growled louder, looking down his body, past her downturned head, to her hand working him over. He'd seen it before, but her fascination with it and the camera's presence stirred up some undefined, terrifying urges in him. He plucked the camera from her hands and turned it on her.
"Your underwear. Off. Now."
She whined softly at the interruption, but heard the granite in his voice and knew better than to argue. Wordlessly, watching the camera pressed against his eye, she removed her bra and slowly slid her panties down her legs. He immediately surged towards her, propping himself on his knees and one hand while she sat primly in front of him.
"Lean back," he ordered. "Spread your legs for me."
She moaned at his dark command and obeyed, lying back on the mattress and opening herself wide to his visual explorations. The camera traveled up the long line of her gorgeous leg until it reached with apex, her waxed, bare folds open and glistening with the evidence of her need for him.
"Fuck, Grace," he whispered reverently. She whimpered and arched invitingly, but he couldn't move. He couldn't tear himself away from the sight, slightly removed from the reality by the presence of the recorder. He felt oddly detached, like he was watching a porno that he had complete control over. Anything he wanted to happen was a matter of course.
And right now, he wanted the hero to touch the girl.
He rose up on his knees, more of her lower body filling the frame, while his free hand entered the image and traced her slit softly. Her body instantly jolted and she moaned.
"You like that, baby?" he asked without looking up.
She nodded, then remembered to be vocal. "Yes," she affirmed breathlessly. "More. Touch me more."
She opened herself wider and tilted up, wanting him to see everything he was doing to her. His thumb circled her clit and she groaned his name. When his index finger slid inside her, she keened loudly and rode his fingertip hungrily.
"You drive me so crazy," she whispered, flexing and clamping at him with her tight inner walls. "So, so crazy."
He panned the view, letting it wander up her tight stomach, up her gorgeous, straining breasts, to her beautiful face. That right there. That was the money shot. Her eyes were closed, her mouth rounded and open, little cries tumbling out. As he continued to touch and tease her below, her face changed a dozen times, each expression more stunning than the last.
"You want me inside you, baby?" he asked, the camera still on her face.
Her head nodded desperately. "Yes," she whispered.
"Why?" He couldn't resist.
She gasped in frustration, her eyes clenching tight as he inserted a second finger. "I need you," she whimpered pleadingly. "I need to feel you sliding inside me, stretching me out. Please, Wayne. Fuck me. Please!"
He inhaled sharply, his brain snapping into instinctive mode and powerless to do anything but obey. He only kept enough wit about him to pan the camera back down as he pulled her hips up to his and thrust deep into her sweet little pussy.
She sobbed with relief, her legs spreading wider, the tiny petals surrounding his shaft as he pulled out and plunged balls deep again.
"Yes!" she cried out, levering up to her elbows, watching his powerful body thrust deeply against hers. "Just like that," she sighed breathlessly.
The camera caught it all.
Rigsby watched spellbound for several seconds before Grace reached up and took the camera from him and turned on him. "My turn," she moaned.
Aimed down her body, she couldn't see much of their bodies' union, but she didn't care in the slightest as the monitor showed Wayne Rigsby buried deep between her thighs and pumping like a man possessed. All kinds of whimpering little noises came from her throat as she watched her own body pummeled in real-time film.
"Christ, I love fucking you," he rasped hotly. "So sweet…so tight…say you're mine, baby…say I'm the only one."
"Yes," she agreed, her eyes never leaving the screen as she listened to him, "You're the only one."
His eyes met hers through the lens and he grunted. "Turn over and gimme that thing."
She obeyed quickly, losing the camera and the view. As she repositioned on all fours, he wasted no time in nudging her legs apart and sliding home once more.
They groaned in relief together.
She couldn't see, but she knew he was aiming the camera at their joined bodies once again.
"Fuck!" he barked excitedly as he watched from above. Her perfectly shaped ass was splayed wide and welcoming as he drove into her, her skin rippling with the impact of his thrusts. His thick cock disappeared over and over again, slipping out of his view and into the realm of touch. Hot. Slippery. Tight and soft. The camera couldn't record this info, but he felt it and it drove him insane. He gripped her hip in one hand and pumped harder.
Grace was moaning constantly, her body stretched and massaged from within. Mindless with pleasure, her hand slipped down and worked her clit at a dizzying pace. She cried out harder when she felt his thumb press on her anus.
Wayne couldn't stop himself. That tiny little buttonhole, so small that he still couldn't believe he'd breached it, contracted under his thumb and made him shiver. How had he not torn her in half taking it? He groaned at the memory and realized it was only possible because she'd wanted it so badly. Still recording everything but not really noticing anymore, he hissed erotica over the hard slaps of their flesh.
"Did you like it when I took you in the ass, honey?"
She sobbed and keened, working her clit faster. "Yes!"
"You like that I've fucked you everywhere? That this?" He pressed harder into her ass. "Is mine?"
She bit her lips to keep from screaming. "Yes! God, yes! Everything's yours!"
"Like what?" he demanded, his pace becoming less measured with every thrust.
"My mouth," she answered breathily. "My ass, my pussy, my breasts, my legs, my arms, my mind, my heart. Yours." Her list fired off so quickly that he almost missed it in shock. Luckily, the camera ran without a glitch.
"Are you touching yourself, baby?" He knew she was, but the camera didn't.
He saw her nod above the camera line. "Bad girl," he chided, withdrawing from her and making her whine with disapproval.
He fell onto his back. "C'mere."
He still couldn't pull his eye away from the camera. Watching her move, listening to her cries, through the lens, it was a fascinating new way to experience her.
She slithered up his body and straddled his hips, looking at him through the camera.
"On your feet," he instructed. He watched her adjust to a crouch over him, her legs pulling wide across him, just like he'd hoped. "Now ride me, sweetie. And touch yourself now that I can watch."
If she hadn't been past the point of no return, she would have teased him first, lifting up and only taking his tip as he begged her to sink lower. But she was too far gone, her body screaming for release, so she leapt up on her feet, her muscles trained for this from yoga, and with legs open wide, she sank until she'd taken all of him.
"Oh, God," she breathed in relief. Immediately, she leaned back one hand bracing on the bed between his legs and one moving back to her clit. Her eyes closed. Everything went dark as she worked herself on top of him, wanting the intense, drugging release of an orgasm more than she wanted her next breath.
A lesser man would have died on the spot. The camera caught everything. Her body was eating him alive, slamming down onto his hips and forcing breathy gasps from her throat. He groaned as he watched her bouncing up and down on his raging cock. Her hand may as well been working on him for all of the things it was making him feel as it rubbed her clit furiously.
It was all just so…visible.
"Fuck me, baby. Yes! Jesus, you look so good," he praised unthinkingly.
The gears turned silently in the camera, doing its job thoroughly, even though it lay utterly forgotten against his eye.
Grace opened her eyes, seeing it still glued to his face, and leaned forward to take it from him and set it back on the table. Its monitor filled with the image of both of them. She fell to her knees again and sank her nails into chest.
"Fuck me back," she ordered hotly. Sweaty and delirious, he grabbed her hips and obeyed. They threw themselves against each other, Grace thrusting downwards and Wayne pumping up. Panting and groaning, their mutual stare never broke as Grace crossed the finish line first, gasping and screaming as he drove manically until he joined her. Locked together, they screamed out their orgasms, still moving against each other, extracting every drop of pleasure until Grace fell on him in a heap.
Rigsby didn't even have the strength to wrap his arms around her. They both just lay spent, trembling and gasping for air.
In the end, neither one had the presence of mind to turn off the camera. Apparently they really could fuck each other unconscious, for darkness took them instantly.
The camera watched them sleep until it ran out of tape.