Page 3 of Between the Stacks

I slammed my hips against his, grinding against him, until we shouted in pleasure, and I filled him for a second time. The idea of my cum in his ass sent me on a spiral. Even as I throbbed through my release, I flexed my hips, giving small thrusts, because I needed more.

I was insatiable.

Uneven.

But at least I had the decency to give my stepbro a minute to catch his breath.

I don’t know how many rounds we went before Scott waved the white flag, however we were exhausted and sated. After I turned off the cam, I went for a washcloth to clean us up. Scott stayed in the same position I’d left him in, legs spread. Cum dribbling from his hole. Even though I knew I couldn’t go another round, my dick gave an appreciative twitch.

“Feel better?” he mumbled, turning his head toward where I stood in the bathroom cleaning off my soft dick.

“I didn’t realize I needed you that badly,” I answered. “So glad you initiated the idea.”

A lazy, dreamy smile filled his mouth. “You’re welcome.”

I came back to the bed and climbed in with him to clean him up. “When you’re ready, I’ll help you to the shower, and we’ll finish closing out the session.”

“That sounds way naughtier than it should.”

I chuckled, taking my time caring for Scott. “You should be too exhausted to think dirty thoughts. If not, I didn’t do my job properly.”

“Touché.”

August “Lowe”

I’d just lockedthe door to the College library and shoved the keys into my pocket when my phone rang. The jangling sound echoed off the stonework and brick façade of the building. The loggia leading to the parking lot was cast in shades of orange and shadowed by the setting sun and glinted off windshields of the cars only a few hundred feet from where I walked. There was nothing like a Nevada sunset to release the tension of the day.

I inhaled the chilly twilight air and released a slow breath as I reached into the breast pocket of my coat to retrieve my device. The cool basin desert breeze added a decidedly winter chill to the air, and I tucked into my coat to stave off the nippiness. In the distance, thick, heavy clouds gathered near the mountains. Their puffy formations lowered, spreading out across the desert, pushing into the higher elevations to blanket the area. In a few hours, fog and drizzle would coat the town in a clammy dampness.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn the storm gathering off to the west smelled of snow with a hint of petrichor. Obviously, the conditions were ripe for the wintry precipitation. Snow fell in the Sierras, and within the desert basin sometimes in May. Just depended on the year and if there was an El Niño churning off the coast of California. SeemedMother Nature like fucking with all our heads. Even though we lived at the right elevation to experience the white stuff.

Plus, we’d have to get rain first. It could smell like sagebrush, Joshua trees, asphalt, and dirt all day, but it didn’t mean a damn thing if the system shifted. Knowing our luck, the storm would shift, bringing the rain to us, and hit Southern California or the High Desert with one of those monster storms. Bringing snow to the San Bernardino Mountains and the Angeles National Forest.

Lucky assholes.

By the third ring, I had the phone in hand, and I stopped in my tracks.Nova.I was supposed to meet Lorna next week when I had a free afternoon. Had something happened? I slid my thumb across the screen, accepting the call.

“Good evening, Nova,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“August,” she replied, “do you have time to meet Lorna tonight? She has something she’d like to discuss with you, and the contract for your film in March is ready to be signed.”

I glanced at my watch. It was a little after five and my first class wasn’t until eleven the next day. “Sure. I can be there in thirty minutes.”

“Great, I’ll see you then,” she said before exchanging farewells.

After placing my things in the passenger seat of my car, I closed the door and started the vehicle. My mind spun with questions, knowing the contract could’ve waited too. I hadn’t always been a star for Behind the Lens, but over the years, I’d become popular with a select audience—something I wanted to expand. Hence the new movie contract she had for me.

Curiosity spun through my mind as I exited the parking lot and headed for the interstate. The studio wasn’t far from Mystic College, only about a thirty-minute drive on a good day. Usually, I used the time to unwind, but I couldn’t help but wonder what she wanted to discuss. The last movie we did six months agodid well distribution wise, and it brought attention to some of the newer faces with the company. For a second, I wondered if maybe she wanted to do another feature of the same caliber. Wouldn’t bother me one bit if she did. I had fun.

When I pulled up to the gate of the warehouse, the sun had set, and those thick, rolling clouds clung to the hills surrounding the canyon, threatening the area with rain. I parked in my usual spot, then removed my tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of my shirt. Bet you’re wondering how someone like me became a porn star and a professor of Librarian Studies at a prestigious college, huh?

Luck of the draw, mostly.

I’d needed money while I went to college and porn afforded me an easy schedule, along with a flow of cash to get me through eight years of college. I hadn’t planned on staying in school for so long or getting my doctorate. Perhaps it was the cocky part of my brain getting off on having people call me Dr. Barlowe. Maybe it was boredom. Either way, the more films I did, the further my education took me until I applied for the position at Mystic College.

At the same time, I foundBehind the Lens, a studio closer to the college where I’d taught and ran the library department. If someone would have told me at eighteen a subsection of society would know me as Lowe—porn star while another portion knew me as Dr. Barlowe, I’d have laughed in their face.

However, doing both came with extenuating circumstances. I couldn’t continue my career at BTL if I exposed my face in the movies I participated in. I’d lose everything. Society had their hang ups about public sex or voyeurism. They couldn’t quite embrace their sexuality or accept the fact people loved to fuck and didn’t use the act for procreation purposes. The pearl clutchers really had a puritan kink. Until that section of thepopulation got over themselves, we’d continue to have issues with government overreach where porn was concerned.

---