Fuck, that’s so hot. I realize she’s both Veronica and Grace, which makes this a sort of threesome, and the hottest kiss I’ve ever had.
“You’re so tight,” I whisper. Grace whimpers as I slip inside her again, this time with two fingers. She moans. “And, you’re so wet.”
“I want you, Gavin. I have for the longest time. I want you, and Veronica wants Eric.”
“You can have us both, baby.” I thrust my fingers into her aggressively, giving Veronica and Gracie what they want.
Grace tightens around my fingers and gasps, panting. “Kiss me again,” she whines.
I press my lips to hers, but she can barely focus on the kiss. She’s so distracted by my handiwork. Her lips brush mine once, twice, her eyes closed, lashes fluttering against my cheek as she breathes heavily, rocking against my hand. I can feel a cramp coming on, she’s working me so damn hard.
“Deeper,” she demands. Fuck, I can’t go any deeper with my hand.
“Just a sec,” I say, eager to move on to phase two. If Grace was impressed with my lips and fingers, she’s going to go crazy when she sees what I’ve got coming to her.
Chapter Three
Grace
Gavin slips his hand out of me, right when I told him to go deeper. I can’t help but smile, though, because this is so much more fun than I expected. Hell, this entire twist of events wasn’t at all what I expected when I ran to the locker room to escape my worries. All I needed was to let loose, to give Veronica the reigns. It’s like I had become so worried with my own personal stresses and emotions that I forgot why I love acting in the first place—exploring the other sides of me I never get to explore in real life. And what better way to kiss someone for the first time than as Veronica? Gavin is a genius.
I watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans. I sit up to give him better access to his impressive erection, which felt so good pressed hard against that sensitive pressure point between my legs. For someone that’s never even kissed a guy before, I feel surprisingly in charge and confident. It’s like my body knows what to do, and I’m just enjoying the ride.
I lean back to watch with curious eyes as Gavin unsheathes his erection from his pants and grips it tight. He sits up, looks right into my eyes, and says, “Are you sure you want to take it this far?”
“Veronica knows what she’s doing in the script, which means I need to know how to pull it off.” I lean down to kiss him, now completely confident in my lip skills. It came to me so much faster than I expected, probably because it’s Gavin who’s on the other side of those lips. If my kiss was able to turn him on like this, to turn us both on, then I know it’ll be great on camera. The only thing left to nail down is my sex scene jitters. “Does Eric know what he’s doing?” I ask, the real meaning behind my words not lost on Gavin.
“Eric knows exactly what he’s doing with you, girl.”
I stifle an excited squeal.
He unclips my bra, throws it to the floor, pulls my tight dress up over my head, and drops it to the ground beside us. He grips my underwear and literally tears it right off of me, adding them to the pile. I gasp.
“Gavin!” I stage whisper. He just smirks that sexy half-grin of his, taking in my entirely naked form straddling him. I’m completely naked in front of my crush! I went from not knowing how to kiss to baring my entire self to Gavin, eager to learn what it feels like to have a man inside of me. Where has this day gone?!
Gavin pulls his wallet from his pants pocket and removes from it a condom wrapped in foil. He throws his wallet on top of my undies and places my hand on his hard length.
“Has Grace ever felt a man’s cock before?”
“No,” I say. Gavin feels velvety soft, yet stone hard at the same time. I run my fingers over his tip, feeling the salty bead of liquid at the top of his slit. He groans at my touch. I grip him tighter and watch a smile form on his face as I pump him up and down, exploring how he feels in my hand.
“You like how that feels?” Gavin asks.
“Do you?”
He smirks. “Yeah. It’d feel even better if you used your mouth.”
“My mouth?” I slow the pace of my hands, the image of my mouth wrapped around his thick cock slightly overwhelming.
“You want to try it?”
I’m sure Veronica knows how to give a guy a blow job. Sure, I think to myself. Why the hell not. It’s better to be prepared.
I nod my head and lower my face, taking in Gavin’s long shape before me. He lowers himself down onto the couch. I watch his expression as I lick him all around, exploring every angle with my tongue. He doesn’t taste bad at all. In fact, he tastes good. Gavin is enjoying this immensely, watching me with the biggest grin. I flash him one of a similar caliber back, overcome with a feeling of empowerment. And that’s when Veronica takes over.
I suck him into my mouth, a vacuum of moist warmth, and watch intently as he closes his eyes and goes real still, surrendering to the sensation of my tongue running around his tip as I suck him deeper into my mouth with each pump of my hand. His hips twitch, and his face contorts into an expression of suspension like he’s floating in a sensory deprivation tank, and all he can feel is my mouth on him. It makes me feel like the queen of blow jobs. Damn, I’m impressed with myself. High five to Veronica. And Grace.
I keep pumping him and sucking hard, leaving no air in my mouth. He lets out half-groans with each movement of mine. I moan against him, testing out what it feels like, and the vibrations against his cock send his stomach muscles into contraction. His eyes fly open, and he pulls me up and away from him with a POPing sound as the suction from my mouth breaks.
“All good?” I ask.
He’s breathing heavily, eyes wild, finding my smiling face in front of him. “Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” I crawl back onto his lap and suck his lips into another kiss. He fumbles to put the condom on while I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer to me with a moan. Now that I know he’s lost in my sexy ways, and that I even have sexy ways, I’m going to have fun with this. I want to make Gavin go crazy. I want to let Veronica take complete control.
Chapter Four
Gavin
I can’t get the damn condom on fast enough. That was one hell of a blow job, and she’s fucking new at this. I never thought a virgin could be so sexy. It reminds me that I’m dealing with Veronica and Gracie here. The softness of her lips on mine, her sweet skin, and the delicate way in which she moves her body is definitely Gracie. But the way she claws at my back, pulling me into her with that sexy smirk, pressing her breasts against my chest, biting and sucking my lips—that’s Veronica. I grab Grace’s luscious ass and pull her forward, so my erection is pressing in between her legs. She moans against my mouth and moves her hips. I’m not even inside her yet, but the pressure is building for both of us.
My damn shirt and pants are still on, and she’s completely naked. But shit, there’s no time to get undressed. I’m going to come any second. I grab her hips, and Grace pulls away from me to watch as I place my tip against her incredibly hot center. We look into each other’s eyes, never breaking our gaze as I slowly push between her slick, wet folds.
Grace’s lips part and her eyes go in and out of focus as she is stolen by the sensation of my cock pulling her apart, pushing deep inside her. I’m only halfway there when her eyes roll back into her head, and she lets her head fall back. I kiss her neck, slowly rocking my hips against hers. She moans, so low, so seductive. I grab her breast, twisting her nipple between my fingers, and she lets out a surprised yip.
“You like doing that, huh?” she says.
“I like making you moan.”
“You like it when I make noise?”
I nod, pulling her into another kiss as I pinch her nipple tight. She lets out a moan, slowly rocking her hips against me. Fuck, my heart rate hikes. She knows what she’s doing to me. I let her take control, loving every moment as she moves her hips slightly faster, breathing shallower. She closes
her eyes and presses my hand against her breast, silently telling me to grope her harder. She cries out Eric’s name. God, she’s so sexy.
“Say my name,” I breathe.
“Eric,” she moans.
“No, my name.”
She opens her eyes and smiles, revealing a sweetness that only Gracie could possess. She pulls me into another kiss, this time with her tongue. When she pulls back, she closes her eyes, puts her forehead to mine, and says, “God, you feel good, Gavin.”
My stomach flips at my name on her lips, like I’m thirteen again. We’re on a fucking love seat in a country club bathroom surrounded by wardrobe hangars, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Gavin,” she pants, saying my name over and over. She’s playing with her voice, seeing how she likes it as much as testing if I do. I fucking love it. Every time she says my name or moans in that sexy deep voice, I can’t help the animalistic grunts that escape my throat. She’s moving more erratically now, pulling me closer to her, running her hands all over me. Greedily pulling my hair, kissing and biting my neck. She’s practically yelling my name now.
“Don’t stop, Gavin,” she cries, panting as she rides me up and down. I reach a hand down and play with her clit, loving the sight of her entirely fucking losing it. She screams my name. Gavin.
I kiss her neck and lose myself in her moans of ecstasy as she rides me like a fucking cowgirl. This is a million times better than every daydream I’ve ever had of us. It feels incredible being inside her, watching her lose herself like this. I’m a fucking God.
Grace wraps her legs around me so tight I can barely breathe. And then her core pulses around me, milking me until we both come at the same time. We buck toward each other, breathing heavily, resting our foreheads against one another. She pulls back, hair wild, lipstick totally ruined, eyes alive and electrifying.
Grace pulls me into a soft kiss and says, “That was fun.”
“Yeah, it was.”
After catching our breath, Grace says, “That was a great rehearsal.” She smiles from ear to ear. “I think I’m ready to go back down there and finish our scene.” She eyes me from the side with a sexy little grin, then plants a quick kiss on the corner of my mouth before she pulls herself off of me and heads for her pile of clothes. I take care of the condom and zip my pants up, watching her backside shake as she shimmies her dress back on, this time without any underwear underneath. How can someone be both adorable and sexy as hell at the same time?
When Grace is finished getting dressed, she turns to me and says, “Thank you for my first kiss.” Her first fucking kiss. That was the best kiss of my entire life. “Do you think my lips are ready for the big screen?” A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.
Shit, I think she could have a career in a whole other kind of movie-making. The way she cried my name is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. I have to have her again.
“I think you’re ready for the kiss scene, for sure. But the sex scene…” I shake my head, feigning disapproval. She raises an eyebrow sassily. “I’m just saying, I think we might need another rehearsal.”
Grace steps forward and gives me a playful slap on the shoulder. Then she pulls me into another slow, sensual kiss (she’s a fucking natural) and runs her hand down, cupping my still erect crotch. Jesus Christ, I can’t go on screen like this. She’s ruined me. I just lit the fire for Grace’s Veronica, and now I’m trying to remember how to breathe, let alone act suave.
Grace pulls apart from me, a confident, sexy goddess in charge of her sexuality now. “Well, we have until next week to get our act together.” She says coyly. “And I fully expect you to show the same amount of dedication to this film as I do. Which means we’ll need to go over the sex scene until we get it absolutely right.”
“Yes ma’am,” I say, already distracted by those lips. I can’t fucking wait.
“Until then, let’s ace this damn kiss scene.” Grace heads to the mirror, fixes her hair, and somehow neatens up her makeup like nothing ever happened. Then she saunters past me and out of the dressing room, leaving my head reeling with horny thoughts. Now everyone’s gonna be looking for me, ‘cuz there’s no way I can get my act together now. Not with my body still tingling from Grace’s touch. That was some first kiss.
I reluctantly readjust my shirt, tuck it back in, and notice the black chord running into my pocket.
Oh shit.
I pull my shirt off, revealing a lavalier mic taped to my chest, the chord running to the remote battery pack in my pocket. Then I notice the tiny green light signaling that it’s been on this whole time.
Holy fuck.
I rush to the window and look out at the crew. They’re all huddled together near the sound team, who have their headphones held up so everyone can hear. They were fucking listening the whole time?! Jesus Christ!
Grace walks out onto the green, and they scramble apart, getting into their filming positions on set, hiding snickers. I scrub my hand over my face. Grace has no idea. Thank God. Otherwise, I’d feel even worse than I do right now. Sweat forms under my arms, and my heart begins to race. Get it together, Gavin. They don’t know you know. Just act natural.
But just as that thought crosses my mind, I can’t help but laugh. Act normal? After that rehearsal, I don’t know what normal is anymore. I need a refresher in the basics of my own craft. Or at least a splash of ice-cold water.
I run the faucet and rub my face with the sink water. It takes a moment, but I finally cool down. Gracie has no idea what she’s done to me.
I glance out the window, and there she is prepping amongst the crew. She spots me in the window and grins, beckoning me down with a mischievous glint in her eye.
With my heart beating way too fast, I head to rejoin the cast and crew, trying to convince myself the whole lavalier fiasco never happened. But you know what? Who cares if everyone heard us? It means they’ll be expecting a killer scene from Grace and me. And I love a good challenge. Hell, a role hasn’t challenged me in a while, and neither has a woman for that matter. A grin tugs at the corner of my mouth, and excitement builds in my core once again at the prospect of working with Grace. That woman has broken me down completely, and just the thought of her is building me back up again.
This is going to be one hot set.
Lights, Camera, Attraction
Lights, Camera, Attraction is a best friends to lovers college fling with a handsome bearded hero and a confident, curvy heroine. It’s the second book in the Film School Series and can be read as a standalone.
Sasha
Luca and I have been friends forever, but I want us to be so much more.
We’re a perfect duo, both on set and off, but he only sees me as his trusted assistant cinematographer.
I’ve spent the last four years pining for him, but now that graduation is around the corner, maybe it’s time to do something about it.
As I help Luca set up for his big thesis film, a wild idea strikes me.
Is it crazy to think that under the lights of this hot set, maybe he’ll see me in a new light?
Luca
Sasha is the most talented cinematography student I know, she’s unbelievably beautiful, and she’s the only woman I want. The only problem is, she’s my best friend.
We’re a perfect match, but I’m afraid to ruin our friendship by telling her how I feel.
Then one night, while prepping for my senior thesis movie set, sparks fly between us.
With graduation right around the corner, this may be my only chance to make a move.
It’s time to man up and make Sasha mine.
If you love steamy sweet romance with sizzling sex scenes, you’ll love this fun college romance.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high, and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors). Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Sasha
I fan
myself with our shot list as Luca adjusts the key light illuminating our makeshift movie set. It’s unbelievably hot in this small apartment, the location for Luca’s thesis film, and it probably doesn’t help that the room we’re setting up in doesn’t even have air conditioning. Damn California historical districts. Regardless, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else tonight.
Looking around at the beautiful little movie set we’ve put together, you totally wouldn’t have guessed it was created within the last two hours by just the two of us. Luca’s apartment, which he shares with a few other guys, would typically feel dingy and disgusting, a la “classic frat-guy style.” But not tonight. Not in the small corner of the room that’s going to be on camera. As I sit on the old leather couch and admire the beautifully lit, albeit scorching hot area around me, I can’t help but feel like I’m sitting in a tiny corner of heaven. I’m inside a painting of light created by Luca, the twenty-three-year-old cinematography master.
I smile up at him, proud of what we’ve managed to create together, and catch a glimpse of Luca’s shirt creeping up his perfectly chiseled abs as he reaches above him. Damn, that man is built thick. He was always a strong guy, but ever since he added working out to his daily regimen of lifting and moving heavy film equipment all day long, Luca’s got muscles on muscles. He’s basically a mountain man, except his beard is a work in progress. I smirk to myself. He’s always trying to get that bushy brown beard of his to grow just a bit more. Even though it’s barely two inches long, he’s as proud as a parent on their kid’s first day of school. As if on cue, Luca strokes his beard in thought. I giggle. Such a nerd.
He catches me staring, his deep brown eyes as warm as fudge. His beautiful smile sends a heatwave scorching through my insides that makes the room spin. Woah. Maybe it isn’t just the lights heating things up here... I glance away, trying not to burst into flames, here, and remind myself that this is just a routine scene prep. Sure, it’s only the two of us, but it’s not like Luca and I haven’t prepped a scene together before.
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