One Take Only

by Lynsey M. Stewart

  “Fuck,” Will gasped, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Fuck.” I could feel a small thrust against my ass and his arousal was unmistakable. A thick, hard rod to my crease. Another small thrust and a moan so small I knew it was meant only for me. I pushed back a little, unsure if this was really happening, uneasy about taking this further, giving clues to how I really felt. Who wouldn’t be turned on by this? Two beautiful people fucking each other with passion and drive.

  I felt a grasp to my hip again. I placed my hand there, a move that could be mistaken as simply steadying myself. I’d been on my knees for a while now, but the soft stroke of his thumb across my skin couldn’t be mistaken.

  Could it?

  “You’re stretching her so good. Keep going. This is beautiful. See the camera angle, guys? Right in close. A great cock and pussy shot. Look at that dick. You’re the master here, Charlie! The fucking master!”

  I looked to the monitors and saw the shot Margo was talking about. Charlie’s cock mercilessly driving into Ruby. He was squeezing his eyes closed, ready to tumble, but holding back, giving her pleasure whilst withholding his own. Ruby used her long slender finger to rub fast circles across her clit. She cried out, shouting, asking for more and moaning yes, baby. I could feel Will’s strong hand move from my waist snaking its way up, slowly, with caution. He leant closer to the camera and I could mistake this for his newfound interest in angles and shots, but as he traced his fingers softly across my breast with a brief caress, I couldn’t help but feel this was so much more than mastering logistics.

  I pressed my finger to my lips, stopping the moan that threatened to leave my mouth. I checked no one was looking, everyone else too involved in the scene to notice. I bit down on my finger. Another small thrust to my ass, his arousal thicker and more urgent.

  “Skye?”

  “Yes,” I replied with a breathy tone, one I couldn’t hide. Not anymore.

  “Is this what you wanted from tonight?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, pushing my ass back into his arousal. I added a circle of my hips and he muttered fuck again. “God, yes.”

  “What you needed for your film?” he asked again, and I dropped my head, fighting the urge to circle my own clit.

  “Exactly this.”

  “Me too,” he whispered, another thrust and I was going to lose my mind.

  “I want you to draw out your cock, Charlie. Rub it on her pussy.” He did so with ease. “Good. Fuck. This is good. Show me that pretty pussy, push it apart with your cock,” Margot directed as Charlie squeezed his eyes shut.

  “I’m going to cum,” Charlie gritted out, pushing his head back. “Let me cum.”

  “I’m not ready for you to cum. I want to see you slick that cock across her pussy.”

  “Margot, please.” She started laughing before giving him a nod. “On her stomach. Give me everything you’ve got, gorgeous.”

  Charlie pulled his cock from nuzzling Ruby’s pussy and she threw her arms back, pushing up her breasts as she draped herself across the bar. “Can I put it back in?” he asked, and Margot smiled. He thrusted ruthlessly, pulling her leg over his shoulder as he did. The atmosphere changed, other spectators became quiet, crossing their arms, fiddling with their fingers or watching with open mouths. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the delicious man behind me trying to keep his cool. Small gasps. Shallow thrusts, just enough. I felt brave, endorphins and desire pushing me forward. Putting my hands to the floor, I leant forward and pushed my ass into his erection. I closed my eyes remembering the night I saw his naked body, the monster cock he held in his hand, the ridges of his muscles hidden under the Superman t-shirt.

  “Jesus, Skye.”

  “This is too much,” I breathed.

  “Not enough,” I heard him whisper.

  Charlie became faster.

  “Skye.”

  I pushed back again. Slowly. Quickly.

  “Christ.”

  I circled my hips. Pushed my hair over my shoulder. I heard him breathe against it. Our bodies were in a dance, a trance, lost to the world and oh, this wasn’t good for our friendship because I really wanted him to lick my underboob. Graze his teeth along the curve, take my nipple in his mouth.

  “Is he done?” he murmured as I imagined him with his eyes closed, but the slow, shallow rutting against me didn’t stop.

  “Soon,” I whispered, looking up and watching Charlie’s face contract. “Now. It’s now.”

  Charlie cried out, spurting his orgasm onto Ruby’s beautiful body. The white streaks in stark contrast against her beautiful dark skin.

  Margot jumped up. “Film that,” she said. “Smear it. Beautiful. Look how gorgeous she looks. Art. Fucking art. Guys?” She turned to find Will and I still together on the floor, his head bowed on my shoulder and my ass still against his cock. Margot smiled before raising an eyebrow.

  “Take a minute, you two. Looks like you need it.”

  7

  Skye

  “What the fuck?” I whispered to myself in the bathroom. I didn’t recognise myself in the mirror. My flushed cheeks and full lips showed the face of a wanton sex fiend. “Why did you do that? You rubbed your ass on his cock, Skye. What the flaming fuck?”

  Will and I had prised ourselves from each other and I had retreated to the bathroom the same time he evacuated to another room. I had no idea what he was thinking. I knew he was turned on, but was it the beautiful people fucking in front of us or was it my ass was circling his erection? How could I be so risky? When I’d been so careful over the last five years not to make a move and jeopardise what we had, I potentially ruined our friendship in one night because I haven’t been laid in a while. I was supposed to keep my head. Remain professional. I had a plan to recite the alphabet backwards if my pussy gave so much as a tingle.

  What happened to my plan?

  Will’s erection happened, that’s what.

  Oh God, how can I face him again?

  I wafted myself with the book Margot had given me called The Art of Making Sex trying to tone down this I-really-want-to-be-fucked shade of red before I could consider leaving the bathroom.

  “Knock knock.” Margot’s voice made me jump. I opened the door slowly and smiled. “Hi. Is everything OK?”

  “Yeah, that was just…heated.”

  “I could see,” she said, smirking. “I didn’t realise you and Will were together.”

  “Oh, no, we’re not. He’s just a friend. We’ve known each other years,” I said rather quickly.

  “Things seemed quite heated between the two of you.” Oh, shit. Even she saw it.

  How the hell am I going to face him again?

  “I think the atmosphere, and everything just got us a little…carried away.”

  “He’s been asking for you. I said I’d bring you back to him.” I took one final look in the mirror, drew back my shoulders and followed Margot to the room where Will was chatting with one of the camera guys. “Here she is.”

  I waved vaguely in his direction but couldn’t quite bring myself to give him eye-contact.

  “You OK?” he asked.

  “Yep. Fine.”

  Don’t talk about it. The ass grinding. The moaning. Avoid the conversation and move on.

  He nodded and took a sip of water. He’d rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows revealing the arrow tattoo on his forearm and when I dared to glance at his face, he had a similar blush to my own. He cleared his throat and looked anywhere but at me.

  “I got a bit flustered,” he said, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. “Must have been what we were…watching.” I mumbled something in return about them being a hot couple, the scene sexy and rich. “So, did you get everything you needed?” he asked. “Now’s the time to ask more questions if you…have any…that is.”

  No. Not at all.

  Not in the slightest.

  I ache for you.

  I need you more than ever.

  “I think I’m good,” I said nonchalantly, picking up my bag
from the sofa.

  This was too much. I could still feel the tremor along my thighs, a shake, a flutter. I couldn’t look at him because the spell would be cast again and I’d feel the urge to risk it all, risk us and the friendship I needed so much.

  Margot looked from Will to me and raised her eyebrows. I held my breath waiting for more words to seal our fate or plump up the awkward vibes. “Anyway, here’s a couple of films I did recently, which will be helpful. The focus is celebrating sexuality and diversity. There’s a same-sex couple and a guy who lost his lower leg through a car accident. It really shows how he’s redefined his sexuality and embraced the changes it’s brought to him.” Will looked confused and Margot leant in. “He absolutely loves reverse cowgirl.”

  “Who doesn’t?” Will mumbled.

  “Thanks so much,” I replied taking a deep breath. I wanted to move this conversation along. Leave it standing until the memory faded away and we could return to banter and friendship. “That’s so generous of you. Everything’s been really…generous.”

  “Well, if you need anything else just give me a shout.”

  I looked around at the cameras and lighting and wondered how the hell we were going to recreate this with little money and equipment that would only consist of Will’s camera and my mobile phone.

  “Can I be bold as fuck?” I said.

  “Why change the habit of a lifetime?” Will threw in.

  “If we find the actors, write the script, set it all up, could we use your studio to film it?”

  Margot sighed as she folded her arms. “You really are bold as fuck.”

  “I don’t expect any further help. We’ll plan everything, get it all together. We just can’t possibly recreate this in my flat.”

  Margot smiled. “I want to see the script first.”

  “Absolutely.”

  “If I think it’s good, you can have the space, the cameras, the lighting, but everything else is down to you.”

  “Great!” I shrieked, clapping my hands together.

  “But there’s another condition.” She looked at Will as he took another drink of water. “I want a date. I’ll throw in a make-up artist and access to our wardrobe.” He choked on his water and started apologising profusely. She laughed like he was the most adorable man in the world.

  He is. Back off.

  “Will? What do you say?” I turned away, unable to witness the car crash.

  I folded my arms and didn’t protest, closing my eyes as he tried to order his sentences and losing my breath when I thought I heard him say “Yes” I pushed the book and films into my bag. I said, “Thanks again, Margot. Tonight was…great,” and walked away without a second look. I heard them talking behind me, their voices getting smaller the further away I escaped.

  Quick.

  Get away.

  Cover your ears to drown them out faster.

  As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard his footsteps behind me. I didn’t wait, shutting the doors on him, striding across the road as I tried to rebuild my walls and keep him out again.

  “Wait up,” he shouted.

  “Got to go, Will.”

  His footsteps quickened until he was walking beside me. “What’s wrong?”

  I wanted to scream, What’s wrong? You just agreed to go on a date after we dry humped on the floor of a porn set, but instead, I said, “Nothing. I’m just cold and tired. It’s–” I looked at my watch. “Christ, 4 a.m.”

  “Are you having second thoughts about this?” he asked. “Has tonight put you off?”

  I stopped, a fire still burning, but it wasn’t desire I was feeling now. It was anger and hurt. “Yes,” I replied like a moody teenager. “I’m having second thoughts.”

  I watched his throat bob. “Why?”

  I crossed my arms, looked away from him. “I know you need all the help with women you can get, but don’t use my porn film as a way of getting a date.”

  “Is that right?” he replied.

  “I needed you to be professional.”

  “Professional?”

  I sighed deeply. “This isn’t going to work if you’re going to get cock throb, Will.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “In there,” I replied, pointing at the building we’d just left. “You were like a dog in heat!”

  “Me?” he shouted, his voice rising into the air. “What about…you?”

  “What about me?” I squared up to him, face to face, breath to breath.

  He softened and I felt caution in his tone. “Are you telling me you weren’t turned on by that, because it kind of felt like you were, Skye.”

  “Charlie’s cock was distracting,” I shot back. “I was hugely turned on by him, I’ll admit.”

  “No,” he replied quickly. “I wasn’t talking about that.”

  “I shouldn’t have brought you,” I said as I continued to walk. “I should do this by myself.”

  “Hold on,” he said. “If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have a cameraman.”

  “I can find someone else. Someone who won’t lose their load when a woman rubs ice on her tit.”

  “Cut the crap, Skye!” he shouted. “Without me you wouldn’t have the wardrobe, the space to film or the equipment, which is pretty fucking vital for making a porn film!”

  “We don’t need…clothes! They’re going to be naked!” I threw my hands up. “And just to be clear. I’d have got all that without you fawning all over Margot.” I stopped, closed my eyes. Why are you doing this? I couldn’t help myself. We’d fallen into our familiar roles because it was easier that way. Safe. Maddening.

  “I’ll ignore that,” he replied quietly. “Because we both know that wasn’t the case.”

  “Whatever, Will.”

  “Jesus, why do I agree to do these things with you?” he said as I stuck my hand out to stop the London bus, vivid red against the dark sky. I purposefully sat at the back while Will sat at the front, and for the rest of the journey we didn’t speak.

  He rested his head against the window, and I watched the shadows on his face through the reflection of the glass.

  We reached his flat, still quiet.

  He took out his keys and unlocked the door.

  Switching the lights on in the living room, he started pulling out the sofa bed.

  “I can’t believe we haven’t spoken to each other for the last twenty minutes,” he said, fluffing up the pillows that had been trapped underneath. “How childish are you?” I laughed quietly at that. He was the one stomping around.

  “Why are you mad at me?” I replied. “You got a date out of tonight, didn’t you?”

  “Fucking hell,” he muttered to himself. “Yeah, great. Can’t wait.”

  “What?” I laughed. “She seemed like she’d be up for role play,” I said. “I’m sure you’ll find some rubber in her wardrobe to satisfy your kink.”

  He stomped through to the kitchen.

  “Here.” He threw me a bottle of water from the fridge, which I caught with skill. One hand. Not an ounce of nerves showing through. A bloody miracle. “Can I go to bed now? Cause you’re infuriating.”

  “Please do.”

  “Before that, can I say that I’m pissed you didn’t bring me a sandwich to get through tonight, or at least a muffin with that chocolate gunk in the middle.”

  “I’m sorry I didn’t think of your stomach, William. I had other things on my mind.”

  “You always bring me treats to bribe me into doing something. After tonight, I’m expecting a three-tiered fudge cake with very complicated sugar work.” I gave him the finger. “To be fair, it wasn’t a place for food. There would have been all sorts of hygiene issues.” He smiled before leaning against the sink. “Are you really going ahead with this?” he asked. “A fucking porn film?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” I protested as I ran my hands over the pillows. “Sounds like you’re the one having second thoughts.”

  “Strangely enough, I don’t really want to
add camera guy on a porn film to my CV.”

  “You’re so boring.” I pretended to yawn dramatically. “Why don’t you live a little? Your idea of excitement is finding a first edition of a bloody Batman comic.”

  “Hey! That was the best day of my life.” I tried to stop myself from laughing as Will’s flatmate, Gav came into the room. His hair was sticking up and he was rubbing his eyes as he glared at us both. “Sorry, mate. Did we wake you?”

  “Your voices are quite loud,” Gav replied sleepily. “What the fuck is going on?”

  “We’re arguing about Will’s inability to live a little,” I said, sticking out my tongue as Will left the kitchen, patted Gav on the back and steered him back towards his bedroom.

  “I say that to him all the time.”

  “Let’s all go to bed, shall we?” Will said.

  “You sharing tonight?” Gav shouted from his bedroom. “Made up for you, mate. How long have you been waiting to–”

  “Woah, woah, woah! Someone’s sleep walking!” Will replied quickly. “Tomorrow is a new day and all that.”

  “What is he talking about?” I asked.

  “Ignore him,” he replied. “Goodnight, Skye, hopefully you’ll wake up in a better mood.”

  “Me?” I laughed.

  He bent down and for a minute I thought he was going to kiss me. He eyes were on my lips, his hand raised and moving closer to my neck. He sighed, pulled back before returning, and left a quick kiss on the top of my head. It felt strained and awkward like a pat on the head or a handshake after an awkward one-night stand.

  “What did Gav mean?” I asked again.

  “He thinks we have a weird thing going on.”

  “Do we?”

  “I don’t know,” he replied. “What do you think?” I shook my head and looked to the floor. “We both know there was some…sexual energy tonight.”

  “We were on a porn set,” I replied.

  “That’s all it was, then? Circumstances.”

  “Why don’t you ask Margot?” Ouch. I couldn’t help it. Sexual energy or not, he’d just scored himself a date.

  “Right.” He nodded softly, smoothing his hand down his t-shirt. “I’ll do that.”