by Savannah May
“What's going on? Where's the director?” I ask the strange little man. He bows halfway, clutching his basket.
Shit, I hope that thing's empty. I may be from Texas Hill Country but I really hate snakes.
“Please to follow this way,” he says.
The weirdest runner I've ever seen, wearing a long tunic and sandals. I do as he says and follow him across the stone floor, heading closer to the pyramids. There are three in total, two painted on the backdrop but the main one is huge. I don't know if it's full size never having stepped foot anywhere near Egypt, but as we get close it towers over us.
The terrain also switches from painted gold cement to real sand, adding to the atmosphere. Whatever lighting they're using on this set really imparts the feel of the desert, certainly not some nasty fluorescent lit set. I'm transported. And then when I follow the charmer around the corner of the great temple pyramid. There lying on the ground with an innocent aura is Truan, stretched out on a rug, a picnic laid out before him.
He's free.
All my determination to steer clear and keep things on a professional note flies out the window, or gets lost in the sand. My heart immediately starts pumping faster with little flutters between beats, just seeing him sitting there.
His thick thighs filling the loose jeans are so enticing, I force myself not to check out the bulge and continue on up to his curved stomach abs and the biceps supporting him on his elbows. When he sees me approaching he pushes up and every muscle flexes out beneath the tight tee.
He climbs to his feet and stands at the edge of the rug waiting for me. Am I wrong in thinking he's nervous? That he can't be sure how I'm going to react? He certainly seems it, his smile stretches across his full lips and, fuck he is so gorgeous.
The low slung jeans seem to invite the eye to travel down and I force myself to keep my gaze elevated. His biceps strain with a private battle to throw off the tee shirt holding them snug. I could trail my tongue all the way up the inside of his forearm until the mound swells hard beneath my tongue. Days could slip by just dancing patterns across his intricate tattoo design.
“Hey,” he says, when I come close enough for him to kiss my cheek.
“Thanks, Ali,” he says and the snake charmer makes a low bow.
I giggle when I notice the back of Ali's neck is whiter than mine. His face obviously made up to look the part with thick pan-stick they now spray on with an airbrush in make-up. He backs away and Truan gives me a rueful grin.
“I wanted to bring you in on a camel but animal protective services couldn't help me out at such short notice.”
“You're completely crazy, you know that?” I say.
I can't disguise how pleased I am that he's again gone to so much effort to come up with a cute date for us. Allowing us to carve out some time in our lunatic schedules. I'm kinda relieved about the absence of the camel though.
“So I've heard,” he says, “but I wanted to take you somewhere we could talk.”
He waits while I sit then drops down close and pulls two beers from the cooler on the rug.
“Wing night too old hat for you?” I ask, trying not to croak with the welling up inside. “I bet you enjoy a sports bar as much as I do.”
“Anywhere would be fine as long as I was with you. Problem is I can't leave the studio lot except to go directly home to my prison camp with my fascist guard.”
“Oh, for a moment I forgot about all that. What with arriving in Egypt and everything. It's so amazing. But how are you?”
“I'm doing great now. You on the other hand have become an overnight star. The real Hollywood story.”
“Hardly. I'm sure I'll end up on the real Hollywood cutting room floor.”
“It happened so fast.” He looks dejected suddenly. “Fuck, Jenna I have to know. Did you? I mean, maybe I don't have the right to ask but – is there something between you and Knox?”
“Something, you mean like – no, of course not. Why would you think that?”
“Because it was so real. The way you kissed him, you were really into it, totally hot. I admit I was so jealous I could have killed him. Like the real typical Hollywood lover.”
Lover.
“I was acting.”
“You're really good.”
“You figured I was the real Hollywood hopeless dumb blond?”
“No, I just never dreamed you'd get into a part so totally.
“Thanks. My agent says when the movie's released he'll be able to put me out there for better parts. He's trying to convince me this is my chance.”
“That's great. I'm so glad for you.”
While it's true I'm happy her dreams are coming to life, I can't allow her to slip away from me. I need her wrapped around me. It's all I've been able to think about every second of the last few days. Lying on the iron-barred cot, staring at the gray stone ceiling as I stroked the length of my solid shaft while picturing Jenna bent over a cafe table in Paris. Her round ass cheeks lifted up in the air, the pink point of her clit poking out between her lips.
Down boy.
My dick rears up in an instant just picturing her like that. Waiting for my cock to slide between her thighs and bury itself inside her.
“The way you looked at him was dynamite. Seriously I was ready to deck him when he came off set.”
“What like this?” She flares her eyes with pure lust at me and my cock fills my jeans painfully.
“Yeah, exactly like that. And if you continue smoldering at me, I'm going to be driven to throw you down on this blanket and smother every part of your gorgeous body with my tongue.”
She giggles and I can see her glow with what I hope is happiness that I'm possessive about her. That I won't allow any other guy to touch her.
“What's so amusing?”
I act rough but I'm laughing too. It's just so good to be here doing this with Jenna. She's so natural and easy to josh with but still as super hot as any starlet I've known. After the shit I've been through it feels amazing to be able to unwind with this precious beauty.
“I'm not kidding,” I bark. “I came that close to storming into the middle of the take and decking the bastard with his hands on my girl.”
Her face gets serious. Fuck did I go too far?
“Your girl?”
“Oh fuck, Jenna what can I say?” My voice cracks so I have to stop and get my breath back.
She's waiting though, her eyes searching my face. I don't know whether I have the right. This girl doesn’t need to hitch her star-in-the-making wagon to a loser convict.
But then I'm nothing if not a risk taker. It's the only thing that kept me going through all the shit I've had to deal with. You don't get anywhere by staying home safe, you gotta put yourself out there and risk it all.
As someone once said, and I know this was a woman: 'Life is an adventure or it's nothing'.
What's the worst that can happen? Only that she could kick my heart to the curb and leave it lying there in the gutter.
Just jump.
“Thing is, you're kind of it for me. There are plenty of gorgeous women here in LA and most of them on the studio lot but none compare to you.”
“Wow. I'm stunned Truan, that's so – beautiful.”
“No, it's you that's beautiful. All the way through.”
She goes quiet and I search her face, not sure if she's considering how to kick me back to the friend zone, or even worse, bring out the sympathy. The whole 'how terrible you keep being locked up for shit you didn’t do'. And why don't you do something about it, douchebag?
“Are you getting into a role now?” I blurt out, unable to bear the suspense.
My heart aches in my chest at the thought I might not be able to convince her.
“Just be yourself around me,” I beg. “Please do that for me. For us.”
“I am. I was thinking about the method acting I was taught.”
“You and Bobby de Niro?”
“You call him Bobby?”
I shr
ug like, whatever. I really don’t see any difference in celebrities.
“You know how you substitute someone from your real life into the scene?” she explains. “Depending on what's needed you have to choose a person that will invoke the emotion the director asked for. Alaine wanted intense passion in that kiss. So I substituted you.”
“Seriously?”
“I shut my eyes and put myself back in Paris, with you demanding that I surrender all of me to you. I learned to kiss like that from you.”
“What, like this you mean?”
Jenna
His kiss isn't soft and it isn't sweet. He takes my mouth like a man starved of human connection. He sucks my tongue then curls firmly around its length, demanding I give myself to him. His fingers knife into my hair to tug the back of my head, pressing me deeper into his mouth. My breasts press up into his chest and mold perfectly into him, sending spasms of lust through me.
I hook my elbows to clasp onto his solid triceps before I keel over backwards into the sand from the intensity of his desire for me. The arm scooping my waist slides up my back and palms the side of my breast. Does he know how much I want him to tear open the knotted shirt and squeeze both my aching points under his huge hand?
“Yes exactly like that,” I murmur, when he releases me, my breathing ragged, I pray he'll carry out his threat of throwing me down in the sand.
But he falters.
“Now I know how a dying man in the desert feels. I'm so thirsty for you right now.”
He's unsure of what to do. I can see the lust in his eyes as they travel over me with an appreciation that makes me feel molten. My resolve to keep it professional has completely collapsed but I guess his is still struggling to remain intact.
“I've got just what you need,” I say playfully. “Let me grab you a nice cold beer.”
I get to my knees to crawl across the thick Berber blanket to the cooler box. Swaying my hips and making sure to stretch my back to its highest arch, tipping my ass high in the air. A low primal growl reaches my ears as Truan takes in my almost totally exposed cheeks and my pussy precariously covered solely by the meeting of seams in the ridiculous shorts.
Thank god someone moved my real clothes, because tantalizing him like this is making me so wet the juices are dampening my naked inner thighs.
“You little Minx,” he rumbles. “I'm warning you.”
Like a determined vixen, I challenge him further. I place my hands on the large cooler box, heavily full of ice and raise my torso, lifting my breasts up while opening my knees to spread my thighs wider.
The slap when it connects to my flesh stings like needles and pins. The sharp shock immediately followed by a radiation of filthy desire sends me into a tailspin. His heavy hand comes down immediately on the other bare cheek making my flesh shiver with the painful burn of pleasure. Waves flow into my core so I waggle my ass for more. As he brings down his heavy hand again, I recall how much I was turned on by the blindfold punishment the women received in the purple room, dealt out by Knox.
“I seem to recall you like this,” he growls close behind me. He leans me forward so I'm bent over the ice, the cold radiating into my nipples.
“Do you agree you deserve a spanking for kissing another man so passionately?”
“I do,” I whimper. His hand is resting across my crevasse, sizing up the next slap. “I do deserve it, Sir.”
When I call him that, he loses control. A chill vacancy as he removes his hand is swiftly followed by resounding claps across the tenderest flesh at the tops of my inner thighs. A shudder convulses me and hot tingling heats up my clit from the proximity of his hand. I stretch my knees a little so his next spank can gather more connection to my pussy mouth.
The craving for a sharp slap across my wet flesh to ease the agonized throb peaking there is driving me delirious. His free hand snakes around my rib cage to bind me immobile. His hard thumb digs into the underside of my breast. I wiggle furiously in the attempt to maneuver his hand to my achy nipple.
“Keep still,” he orders me but he obliges by cupping the underside of the mound and rubbing ferocious circles into my peak.
His palm then slams across my bare ass one, two, four more times, until he's rewarded with me limp and moaning across his iron strong hold.
“Do you think you've learned to surrender yet?” he asks in a harsh voice but one filled with ravenous lust.
I shake my head no, so his hand comes down again, the pain so delicious my channel tremors deep inside.
“Who turned all these lights on?”
Ohmigod, voices across the set.
We're discovered.
Moving like oiled lightning, Truan hauls me off the ground in his powerful arms and carries me across the desert toward the pyramids.
ChapterFIFTEEN
Truan
I pick her up like she weighs nothing and carry her across the studio to the pyramid. There I set her down and pull back an opening in the structure leading to a tiny crawl space.
“You know, back in the day, the Egyptian Pharaohs were buried inside the pyramid with their treasure and all the servants they needed for the next life.”
She looks slightly nervous as the voices approach across the set.
“After you, my lady,” I say, suddenly adopting a gentlemanly tone to replace the dominant one.
“Really I hope I don’t get claustrophobic in here,” she whimpers.
“That's my girl,” I say, as she dives bravely inside.
I don't mind stepping back to watch her bend over in those ridiculously small shorts. I need to admire the glowing scarlet skin on her cheeks and the imprint of my fingers.
“I know you're checking out my ass,” she shouts from inside.
“You would too if you could see the view from here.”
Man, she is so fucking sexy. Her white ass cheeks with the scarlet blush peek out from beneath the shorts. So short they come to nothing more than a seam at her pussy mouth and I'm again ready to inhale her sweet aroma.
As I bend down to climb through after her, I regret that the tunnel isn’t longer so I could crawl along behind her, admiring her show of pink lips a little longer. She's a fast little mover and by the time I emerge on the inside, she's already taking in the pile of soft satin covered pillows on the floor and three standing candelabra from the American Horror set that each hold a dozen lit candles.
I swivel my legs through the opening to sit on the ledge and watch her wonderment. Fuck, if she's going to be this appreciative of all the fake places I take her, she's gonna get a round-the-world tour. That may be all it ever is, if my confinement to this fucking lot continues. Or maybe not even that if I end up being sent down.
She really doesn’t deserve to be tied to me.
But from where I'm sitting, as she turns circles looking at the décor inside the pyramid I asked a pal in set decoration to whip up fast, I'm getting an eyeline view. Those peachy round ass cheeks emerging from the shorts that have ridden even higher with the tight crawling and her arching so they almost disappear into her crack. My mind might be saying no, but my cock is insisting yes in no uncertain terms.
Fuck, she catches me checking her out. I feel the grin staining my jaw. She gives me a look, her hands on her hips.
“Busted,” I admit. “Sorry, you're irresistible. Honey sweet I would die to taste.”
“That so? Like this you mean?
She slips her fingers under the hem of the shorts leg at her inner thigh and strokes across her pussy, extracting a shudder across her skin as her eyes fall shut. Jesus fuck, watching her touch herself and relish the sensation sends my cock into overdrive.
I almost reach out for her and pull her across my thighs where I'm sitting except I'm mesmerized by her performance. The intensity of me spanking her has pushed us both to the pinnacle of need from which there's no turning back.
Her eyes snap open and find mine as she steps slowly toward me. Another step and she withdraws her fingers, glist
ening with her juices. The aroma as she raises them to my lips unhinges me. Her soft fingertips rest on my parted lower lip giving me a decadent little taste of her and I'm at the edge of sanity for more.
The need to cover my tongue with her entire pussy is overwhelming. I snap forward, making her startle, then suck her fingers into my mouth to lap up her nectar like a ravenous beast. Never leaving her eyes, in an instant my hands have torn the shirt open down to the knot. It holds fast but the fabric falls from her shoulders as I pull her tits out of her bra and roll their weight in each palm.
Her eyes grow wide as I continue licking up every drop of her pussy juice while pinching one nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting it to give the right amount of pain. My palms slide down her taut waist to open her shorts and yank them over her hips. They fall to the floor and she pulls her panties to one side giving me the full view of her hard pink clit. So perfect as it pulsates eagerly for what I'm about to give her.
I cup her ass cheeks, still warm from her spanking and pull her toward me to impale her spread pussy mouth onto my lips.
“Truan,” she moans my name over again as she thrusts her fingers into my hair to drag my mouth closer.
I told her I was thirsty for her and I leave her in no doubt about that as I drink her delicious flowing nectar like I'm parched half to death. In a way I am when it comes to Jenna. No woman has ever done what she does to me. Now that I have her she's not getting away from me.
Not tonight. Not ever.
Her breathing rasps and she wants me deeper, I can tell. She steps out of her shorts so as to open her hole wider for me and tug my head deeper between her thighs. My tongue strokes the length of her, teasing circles around her taut point until her clit throbs in my mouth.
Only then do I shove into her folds and find her hot circle. I shove deeper into her, jabbing the entire length of my tongue and flicking the hard tip at her sweet spot. My dick is pulsing in agony inside my jeans so I free it. Taking it in my palm, I stroke down the shaft to calm it enough to give her the climax I've been dying to gift since I first set eyes on her.