Stunt: Hollywood Bad Boy Romance

by Savannah May

  But Jenna is standing over me and before I clasp her ass cheeks to pull her wider apart and lay back to enjoy her grinding her hole onto my face, she pulls away. She gazes in amazement at my cock in my hand. I've seen that look before. The surprise at the wide girth. The silent query of how it will fit.

  “It'll fit, Sweetheart. And it's gonna feel so fucking good. I promise you that.”

  “I want it everywhere at once,” she moans.

  “Decisions, decisions. Take it wherever you want it. It's all yours.”

  Her face determined, I see she wants to wrest control as she steps either side of my thighs. Opening her legs further, she cushions my bulbous head in her pussy entrance and slides the tightest fucking tunnel I've ever felt, all the way down my shaft.

  Holy crap, I'm inside her. I'm inside Jenna's perfect fucking pussy.

  I need to stop her pumping along my length even though it's making me lose all sanity. Just to slow it down and find enough breath to experience the insane ecstasy of being all the way inside her pussy. But the way she picks up the pace, rotating her hips as she lifts her pussy up and down with her sexy little thighs, I am off the charts imploding with great purple lights flying through my brain.

  I pull her lips open to watch her wet pink flesh lift slowly up my steel all the way to the head. She rotates a fucking insane-making dance holding my head in her entrance until her lids flutter. Then she slams down hard along every inch of me, taking the tip of my dick all the way to her limits.

  “I'm gonna come,” I roar. Her tight tunnel is convulsing against my iron blade hugging every single contour and crevasse. “You're driving this man over the edge.”

  With me stretching her clit open, she grinds her lips against my hard pelvis, taking her pleasure twofold. My legs start to tingle as the climax gets ready to explode just watching her use me as her fuck toy. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen especially from a girl so sweet, the furthest thing from a porno chick.

  She speeds up her thrust on me, pumping faster than a world class cyclist with a puncture. Rubbing her wet clit into my skin she fucks us both into screaming, grasping over the top release.

  I wrap my arms around her pert shivering body and hold on to her as we both shudder through waves of aftershock glow.

  Jenna

  I have never done anything so forward as to climb on top of a man and shove his dick into me. But I was literally going to lose my mind if anything else occurred to prevent me feeling Truan's cock invade my pussy. It felt decadent and a little bit bossy, paying him back for all the times he called me Ma'am like I'm the uptight secretary. Let him have a little wild Jenna.

  I had to do it fast before I lost my nerve. Partly in taking control and partly because he was so huge. I'd never seen a dick that wide and holy cow, feeling it ride the length of my inner channel was like being filled to bursting with solid gold delight.

  When his legs stop shaking, He lifts me up, still impaled on his cock. It feels rock solid pushing at my walls even though I know it's softening.

  He's so fucking big.

  But it didn't hurt aside from the first invading thrust, which was as delicious as the pain from his spanking, albeit in a completely different way. He holds me tight to lay us down on the pile of blankets and cushions without coming out.

  So many emotions spurt through me right now I can't get them into neat boxes in my mind. They're dashing off everywhere like puppies after fireworks. Plus I just had sex inside an Egyptian pyramid. A ruler's tomb. There's something to tell the girls back home in Comfort, when it comes to the “What's the weirdest place you've ever done it?” games.

  “You planned to seduce me?” I say, tracing my finger over the patterns of his tattoos as I've dreamed.

  “A guy can hope. I also figured I might live in here.”

  “And not go home to your Beverly Hills mansion?”

  “Not when I intend to massage you from the inside all night long.”

  “Ohmigod, tonight's the big location shoot. I've got a ton of stuff to do. I'm supposed to call and have Knox's masseuse come over by five so he can relax for his close ups after your stunt.”

  “Knox can make his own fucking phone calls,” he gnarls.

  “That’s just it. He can't. I have to get back to work. You have to be on set tonight and I still have to find my clothes.”

  “Just when I was getting used to you without them. Fuck you're so sexy, Jenna. You make me want to be clamped inside your pussy all over again.”

  “Later,” I laugh as he cups my ass cheeks and tugs me toward his twitching dick, already swelling to full again. I'm impressed by his readiness. “We can hang out later.”

  “Promise.”

  *

  It takes me forever to locate my belongings. As I suspected, the dressing room was taken over and an assistant had moved them to wardrobe.

  “I hear you've moved up to a starring role,” Celia says when I stumble into her domain.

  “Oh, it was just a bit part. I'm not even sure what they're doing with it because it doesn’t make sense for Knox to kiss some random girl for no reason.”

  “Hmm. Is it a payback for hooking up, as you call it?” she asks. Who knew the British were so forward?

  “Oh we're not hooking up. We aren't.”

  “I didn't walk in on one smitten actress being seduced by Truan in my department?”

  “No. I mean yes. I didn’t actually know which of the two it was, Knox or Truan. For a while Knox had me convinced it was his double but Truan says it wasn't him.”

  “You need to steer clear of Truan Dexter as well. Those boys are double trouble, but Truan has been in and out of jail for years.”

  “Years? Are you sure? I thought it was one recent mistake.”

  “I don’t like all the gossip and rumor that flies around in this business, but as long as I've known him, Truan has been in trouble with the law. He was arrested for sexual congress with an underage girl on the last production. He was lucky Knox got him out and offered him a place to stay. Like I said, double trouble. You need to stay far away from both of them.”

  *

  It's past eleven when I finish up with all the catching up I have to do after spending a day on set. Wasting half a day in make-up really put me behind and I'm exhausted from working double duty. A driver takes me to the outside location and has to shake me awake when I fall asleep in the back of the car. I come to with a weight the size of Texas hindering me from climbing from the vehicle.

  Can Celia have been right? That Truan is taking advantage of his position with Knox Templeton to use women? After my gut told me to keep it professional, I couldn’t control myself from climbing on top of his gorgeous thick dick and taking the climax my body had been craving since I arrived in this squalid town.

  I need to pull back and not let Truan Dexter delve any further under my skin.

  “Jenna, where were you?” Knox moans when I bring him a coffee.

  He pours half a fifth of scotch into the cup before downing the other half straight from the bottle. I hear a giggle beneath the blanket on his couch and he slaps the ass of the masseuse who pokes her head out to gaze at me with disdain.

  My cheeks redden with the memory of Truan slapping my ass like that and it dawns on me that Celia was correct in warning me. These two are double trouble in more ways than one.

  “I'm sorry, I was,” I mumble, “I was, um, tied up.”

  Oh shit. My cheeks blaze bright. I'm hopeless at telling a lie in real life. The girl giggles. I see her sliding her hand along Knox's cock under the cover.

  “You naughty girl,” Knox moans so I'm unclear whether he's talking to me or his masseuse.

  “Care to join?” he inquires, his eyes challenging me.

  “I've got a ton of work to do actually,” I say, like he's just asked me if I'd like a coke rather than a threesome.

  “Such a good little kitten,” he moans, shaking his head.

  I back away for the trailer door. Again no
t sure which of his kittens is being good.

  ChapterSIXTEEN

  “Wait, baby,” Knox shouts.

  I assume he's talking to his latest baby, but it turns out it's me. I'm torn between just slamming the trailer door shut on him and pretending I didn't hear. But I still need a job. I can't assume my acting career has taken off just because I appeared in one random scene.

  “I need you to pick something up for me, Babe. A personal delivery.”

  That seals it. He is talking to his go-fer.

  “Okay, give me the details and I'll have it brought right over.”

  I whip out my pen, anxious to get out of there before he shoots his load right under my nose.

  His breath is ragged as he attempts to give me instructions, between sips of whiskey coffee and the stroking from his masseuse.

  “No,” he insists, “You need to pick it up in person. It's very fragile. A special gift.”

  We seem to have been through this scenario before. Knox requires everything done by hand. Eugh, I put that image out of my head. He reels off an address and I have no idea where the neighborhood he specifies is located in this sprawling city.

  “Can I not get it FedExed overnight?” I plead.

  I'm so exhausted from the day and really don't want to have to head out at midnight to some godforsaken place.

  “No. No FedEx,” he barks. Just go yourself. It'll take you thirty minutes, an hour max, to get it back here.”

  “But I don't have a car.”

  Surely he's not going to tell me to take the bus. No, but only because Knox barely knows what buses are. That world doesn’t exist for him any longer. Maybe it never did. He rummages around looking for something. Slapping his hand on the side table while the other pins the girl's head motionless at deep throat. Allowing him to concentrate for a moment.

  “Take my car,” he gruffs.

  “The Mercedes?”

  “Yeah.”

  He finally locates the keys and is about to toss them to me, then pauses and changes his mind.

  “No, you're right. It wouldn't be good for my car to be seen. Rent a car. You're the organizer, you'll figure something out.”

  I'm finally dismissed as his eyes roll up into his head and his hand pulls the girls head to re-start the pounding. Jeez-us fucking Christ. This time I do slam the door on him. Yeah, I'm pissed.

  This is really a scary proposition driving across LA in the middle of the night to some place I've never been. I walk onto the set safe among the army of people hanging out behind the cameras, waiting for their own instructions. I take a look around the faces of the crew wondering if there's anyone I can send in my place. One of the drivers or runners that spend their days picking up stuff. No one's around and Knox was adamant about wanting this parcel tonight.

  “It's very fragile,” he told me. “A special gift for my mother's birthday I need to give her at breakfast in the morning.”

  I can't imagine Knox with a mother. He seems so unique and too much larger than life to have been born from a woman or to ever have been a little boy. I've loved him so long, it's hard to alter my opinion of him now that I know how different the person behind the public persona is. We never really know the people we see in movies or even on social media sites.

  Not only celebrities project a personality others will want to follow. Who hasn't friended people they've never met? Wanting to join their popularity glow. As a cheerleader, the less popular students would want to get close to me too.

  I feel a bit of a fool now that I've stepped back from the small town spotlight into the shadows of being nobody. It's as if some bubble has been burst. The world has come into focus for all its harsh truth and I'm not sure I like it. It was easier living in a make believe world of dreams.

  Truan

  Am I walking around with the biggest cheesiest fucking smirk tonight? I only ask because everyone keeps asking me if I'm nervous.

  “Nervous? What the fuck is that?” I tell them.

  Why would I be nervous when I've spent the finest hour of my life inside the sexiest most delectable woman known to man? Because I have to jump from the top of the tallest building in LA? Big deal. It's another day at the office. And when I'm done I'm taking my girl out on not one, but two towns.

  All in a day's work.

  At last she walks on the set, striding in those heels like she means business. Her shirt stretched tight across her chest, hugging her luscious tits so I'm half jealous. What I want to do to those tits. I just wanna get this stunt over with so I can free them from the strapping and into my mouth again. And this time I'm going to lick them and suck them until she shivers beneath me and begs me to fuck her again and again.

  I move fast through the mingling crowd to come alongside her.

  “Everything okay, Sweetheart?”

  She's in a rush and she doesn’t look too happy. Shouldn’t she have the same ridiculous grin as me? I wonder if that bastard upset her somehow. If so I'll make him fucking sorry.

  “I'm fine. I just have a lot to do.”

  “Okay, but take it easy. There's nothing in this world worth getting in a freak about.”

  “I'm not in a freak. I'm just doing two damn jobs today and I'm exhausted.”

  “Take the night off. The Little Prince can manage without you.”

  “Who's gonna tell him that? You?”

  “If I have to, yeah. I don’t wanna see you this upset. And you don't have to do any more scenes with him either. I don't want you making out with him again.”

  “You don’t want – you don’t get to tell me what to do with my career.”

  “Whoa, Jenna, What is it, Sweetheart.”

  “It's nothing. I just want to do my job. And I think we should keep things professional between us from here on.”

  “Truan, can you come take a look at the specs on this?” The stunt director is beside me, busting into my concern about Jenna.

  “Can it wait, Paul? Just give me a second.”

  “We really don't have a second. You know what this is costing.”

  Jenna huffs and storms away with a look that says I've committed some major unforgivable sin. I have no idea what that might be since it's only been a few hours since she was pouring looks of adoration from her soft hazel eyes. What the fuck.

  I have to go with Paul. No choice. Tonight's costing the production a good few mill but every part of me wants noting more than to dash after Jenna and make everything okay with her. It's fucking dangerous as shit for me to be distracted by the smallest thing during this kind of stunt.

  “We're concerned that with this length of rope, when you swing out from the building your arc may take you slamming back in hard enough to do some serious damage.”

  “Okay right, got it.”

  I can't take my eyes off Jenna. She's like a target and me the cruise missile, seeking her heat. I'm only interested in staying on her as she moves around the room. She's scouting out different guys and after a brief chat, each one shakes his head apologetically. She needs some help. I can feel it in my gut. And I rely on that sense one hundred per cent in this job. It's kept me alive so far.

  “Truan, you listening, Buddy?” Paul butts into my head.

  “Yeah of course, man. Sorry. What was that about rope?”

  As soon as we've figured the shit about how hard my body is likely to slam into the side of a skyscraper at fifty miles an hour, I head straight over to the last guy I saw Jenna talking to.

  “What did Knox's PA need just now?” I ask the kid.

  Fuck. Not again. I'm gonna kill that fucker.

  My fists clench when he tells me. I leap down from the platform where the directors are setting up to shoot the scene, dropping the fifteen feet to land right at Jenna's toes as she's strutting her fine ass across the set.

  She jumps back in surprise as I fall from the sky. The little gasp when she sees it's me I mistake for pleasure, because she immediately looks irritated as fuck. What the hell happened to make her do a o
ne eighty on me? She tries to step around and keep going on her mission.

  “Jenna, hold up. I couldn't help overhearing you're going to make a pick up.”

  I catch her by the wrist, so soft and fragile as a little bird it makes my dick twitch to claim her again. My huge fingers hold her easily and I feel her tremble. Hopefully with thoughts of me pinning her down so her body is covered with the force of my muscular frame and the scent of lust rising between us.

  “You could have helped overhearing, by choosing not to,” she snaps and pulls her wrist away.

  I don't release her though and her body shudders with what I hope is the recall of the intense passion we shared earlier this evening.

  “On set, please,” the assistant stunt director says into the earpiece in my ear. I ignore her. Jenna's the only thing that matters to me right now.

  “I don't want you to go out there,” I tell her with finality.

  “Excuse me? So many things you don't want me to do. Well Knox does want me to go and I serve him not you.”

  Serve. That word makes my spine bristle.

  “We're ready for you on set, Truan,” the stunt director calls over the loudspeaker system. I lift my hand with the gesture of 'be right there'.

  “You can't go there alone,” I tell her. “Wait ten minutes for me to get this shot and I'll take you.”

  For a short moment she seems almost swayed. Then her lips purse with resolve.

  “Truan on set please.” The entire crew of runners and assistants, make up and all the PR types has turned to watch our personal scene and I see Jenna's cheeks coloring maybe from becoming the focus of attention.

  I don't give a shit what anyone has to say. They can all fucking wait until I figure this shit out with her. I don’t care how much it costs the frigging studio. Fuck them. I'm the star in this take. Just this once I'm gonna act like the diva while I figure out why Jenna's so upset. I can't do my fucking job unless I know she's happy. That she and I are good.

  “Haven’t I already made you aware of the fact that I don’t need rescuing and least of all by you,” She snipes me out with all her uptightness back in place. “Now would you mind letting go of my arm?”