by Young, Luke
He slipped two fingers inside her pussy and she cried out then he returned to her clit and rubbed it harder. She gasped and her body convulsed. She slipped fully down on him, taking every inch inside her and the instant her ass cheeks rested on him she exploded with a huge climax. Her body trembled as wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure rushed through her loins. Her fingers gripped her thighs and her head moved slowly from side to side as her body shuddered. For ten more seconds she gyrated over him, gasping and panting.
After a few moments, she said, “Don’t move.”
With her mouth open wide, she gingerly lifted up and off of him then grabbed her underwear from the floor and shoved it between her thighs. Suddenly weak in the knees she crouched down, steadying herself by holding on to the table as she took a moment to recover. He moved to the edge of the chair gazing down at her breathlessly.
Her eyes closed and she shivered once more before looking up to him. “Did you finish?”
“No, but that’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” She took a deep breath. “I’m not done with you yet.” She rubbed her hands over her face. “Just give me a minute.” After taking another breath, she dropped her panties onto her shirt then got to her feet. “Come with me.”
He followed her up the stairs to the bathroom. He pulled his shirt off and watched as she leaned into the shower stall and turned on the water. When the temperature was right, she grabbed his arm and led him inside, taking the soap into her hand and directing his half-hard penis under the spray of the water.
After washing it once then again, she grabbed a loofa and poured body wash onto it working it around between her fingers. Slipping down to her knees, she directed him away from the shower spray then carefully washed him for the third time scrubbing the loofa all over his parts. He leaned back, dizzied from all her attention.
Returning him under the spray, she rinsed him clean then lifted his penis up, pressing it to his abdomen and licked his balls. He groaned in delight and his erection quickly pumped back up to full size as she tongued him with unbridled enthusiasm.
Pulling her mouth away from him, she gazed up to his face and used both hands to stroke him. His eye lids fluttered closed and he had to catch himself from falling backwards as her unrelenting attention continued. She lowered her gaze back to his manhood and licked her lips as she studied it closely with it throbbing between her fingers.
She stood up and kissed him full on the mouth for a few moments then pulled away and shrugged. “I would put it back in my mouth, but you know my rule about after we do that… maybe in a couple days.”
He nodded slowly then said breathlessly, “What you’re doing is fine… just fine.”
Slipping back down to her knees, she coaxed him away from the shower spray and took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and jerked him off while pulling down on his swollen testicles as her tongue danced all over them.
He spread his arms out wide and pressed his palms against the cool tile as she continued her attention. Eight seconds later, he exploded a huge stream of cum over her head and against the glass shower door. He cried out loudly as she kept working him with her hand. Lifting up from his balls, she gazed at his swollen, throbbing cock while licking her lips. “Screw it,” she mumbled before taking him into her mouth.
He gazed down to her struggling to breathe as she sucked him hard, moving her lips back and forth over him with everything she had. He placed his hand on her wet hair and held her gently as she kept at it. Closing his eyes and thrusting his hips slowly back and forth, he struggled to breathe. His mouth fell open and he trembled as a second orgasm, ripped up through him. She pulled back letting him slip from her mouth and stroked him hard as his second explosion landed on her breasts.
Rising up, she pressed her lips to his stomach and placed tiny kisses on his skin then moved to her feet to kiss him on the lips. He whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Reaching down, he cupped the cheeks of her rear and nibbled on the skin at her neck.
42
Natalie hesitantly opened the door to Paul’s hotel suite and found him sitting at the desk working on a laptop computer. He smiled. “Hey, where have you been?”
“I actually went to talk to Jillian and Brian.” She moved to him and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Really, why?”
“I wanted to apologize for some of my past behavior and make sure we were, you know, okay working together and all that.”
Rising to his feet, he turned to her and pulled her close. “And how’d that go?”
“I guess better than expected.”
“Great, one less thing to worry about.” Leaning down, he kissed her softly. She moaned and he ran his hands down her back to her rear end, pressing his growing excitement into her belly.
The kiss grew more heated and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tasted her then looked her in the eye. “God, I missed you.”
Placing her hands on his shoulders, she moved back a little. “Me, too.”
As he moved his lips toward hers, she shook her head. “Can we just talk first?”
“What?”
“I really need to tell you something.”
“Sure. Okay.”
“Can we sit down?” Sighing, she stared down at the carpet.
“You’re starting to worry me.” He chuckled. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, I mean, no.” She shook her head and moved to the sofa. Turning with her back against the arm, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up close to her chest.
He sat down next to her and looked her in the eye.
She began, “You remember how we met in the yoga class.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I… I sorta followed you there.”
He scoffed. “What do you mean?”
“When I found out you were directing this movie, I did some research on you and, um, found out where you lived and followed you to the gym.”
“So before when you said you didn’t know who I was, you were lying?”
“Well, sort of.”
“Sort of?” He scoffed with his palms raised.
“Yes, I lied.” She sighed.
His mouth fell open and he sat back and let out a long, slow breath. “So you used me.”
“No. I just—”
“You wanted to get on this movie.” He glanced at her and shook his head. “Fuck… you don’t give a shit about me.”
“That’s not true.”
He broke into a laugh. “I underestimated your acting abilities. I mean, I knew you were good, but obviously I had no idea how good.”
“That’s… no.” Placing her feet back on the carpet, she moved close to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’m falling in love with you.”
He refused to look at her. “All that acrobatic sex and the whole production, you are very good, you know that, I, uh… wow. You were playing me.”
“No, that was all real,” she pleaded.
“I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re not.”
“Wait, just so I get this straight.” He turned to look at her. “You’re saying you started seeing me just so you might get a chance to be in this movie.”
“No, I—”
“So you’re saying…” He gave her a skeptical look. “…you fell in love with me in the yoga class.”
“No, I… Look, Paul, yes, I did follow you and join the class in order to meet you, but once I did I was attracted to you and okay, yes, maybe I let the physical relationship between us move faster than I might have otherwise, but—”
“So you’re like some acrobatic whore and I’m just some moron director with a hard-on.” He scoffed then broke into a sad chuckle.
“No, Paul no. All I can say is I’m sorry.” She gave him a sincere look. “Whatever way this started I’ve… I’ve grown to have real feelings for you. In fact, I’ll leave this movie and return the money I’ve
been paid so far. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Turning to look her at her once again, he narrowed his eyes. “Wait, I’m trying to think back how all this happened. I meet a woman and she’s beautiful and fun and… like way, way too flexible and I invite her to Miami for the weekend. The next thing I know I’m losing my body double and this new woman happens to be right there to fill in.” He put his finger up. “Wait, it gets better… see if you can follow this. Then somehow… somehow the actress who’s playing the part she’s doubling for gets thrown off the movie and she takes her role.”
“Well, I, um—”
“Jillian was right about everything. You arranged for the body double to get that…” He made quote marks in the air. “… once in a lifetime opportunity with Playboy, right?”
Giving him a sorrowful look, she shrugged.
“But that was the easy part right?” He rose to his feet, nodded and ran his fingers through his hair, pacing around the room. “Okay, here’s where it gets complicated. How in the world did you get Lindsey out of the way… hmmm… let’s see, you must have been fucking Chance.”
“What? No.” She stood and put her hand on his arm. “I didn’t. I haven’t.”
“He told me he was attracted to you.”
“Yeah, but—”
“So you’re screwing him.” He glared at her, sickened. “It all makes sense now.”
“That’s not true. I swear.”
“Oh, now you’re telling the truth.”
“I am.”
“Just like when I asked you if when we met you knew I was directing this movie and you told me no, right?”
“I lied to you then.” Closing her eyes, she sighed.
“You were lying then about a lot of stuff, but now you’re telling the truth,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“I am now. I never want to lie to you again. I’m sorry. I tried to tell you a couple times before, but I just—”
“You just what?” He widened his eyes, waiting.
“Every time I tried, I, I… got scared.”
“Scared?” Looking away from her, he rubbed the back of his neck and let out a sigh.
“And that morning I started to tell you, you had to leave early, remember?”
He scowled. “You should have tried a little harder.”
“I promise I’ll never ever lie to you again.”
“I know you won’t because I’ll never give you the chance.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“This…” He waged his finger between the two of them. “…whatever this was— is over.”
Turning away from him, her eyes filled with tears and she covered her mouth with her hands. After a few seconds of sniffling, she turned back to him. “I’ll leave Miami tonight.”
“No. You can’t,” he replied, angrily.
“What? Why?”
“You’re going to finish this movie. I went out on a limb for you with the studio and you’re going to finish what you started here. You may have fucked me in here.” He pointed to the bed. “But you’re not fucking me over completely. We have most of your scenes shot already. You will finish this… this project you so desperately wanted to be on.”
“But how can we work together?”
He took a step closer to her and cleared his throat. “Do you really think you’re the first actress I’ve ever fucked in one of my movies? Do you?”
“Um, I—”
“Because you’re not.” Turning away from her, he brought his hands to his face and took a deep breath. He picked up his wallet from the desk and without looking at her, he said, “I’m going to the bar and when I get back I don’t want to find any evidence of you left here.”
“Paul?”
He looked at her with his eyes red and his lip quivering. “Don’t… I’m sure there are rooms available in this hotel…” He shrugged. “…or go somewhere else, I really don’t care, but I expect you to be on the set tomorrow.”
She nodded her head slowly. He closed his eyes, turned away and walked out the door. She fell onto the bed, wrapped her arms around a pillow and burst into tears.
43
Jillian walked into the production trailer at 7:30 a.m. and found Paul sitting in front of a computer screen. “Paul, do you have a minute?”
Looking like he hadn’t slept but a few hours, he lifted his gaze to her and grumbled, “What is it?”
“I just, uh… I wanted to be sure you were okay. Natalie came by to see me last night and—”
“I know.”
“I, um—”
“I know…” He glared at her. “…you’re here to say I told you so. Well, go ahead say it.”
“No, I…” She shook her head. “I wanted to make sure she told you the truth.”
“She told me everything, or I guess she told me everything.” Shrugging, he ran his hands over his face. “Let’s just say she told me enough.”
“I didn’t want you to get hurt, like she hurt Brian and well—”
“Thanks for that.” He shot her a sarcastic look. “Yeah, you saved me. I’m just fine.”
“I’m sorry.”
He returned his attention to the screen. “Is there anything else? I’ve got a lot of work here.”
“No.” Sighing, she slowly moved down the steps and closed her eyes, feeling like a giant piece of crap.
About an hour later, Jillian watched as the college party scene was being filmed. Paul didn’t say a word to Natalie during the morning session and was snapping at everyone else. After lunch, they setup the shot where Natalie was standing with Chance and the actors portraying Ryder and Ryder’s girlfriend.
Paul boomed, “Action!”
Natalie delivered her line, “Brice, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“Cut! Come on Natalie, you’ve got to be more convincing than that.”
“But, I don’t understand what you’re looking for.”
Paul sighed and walked to her. “In this scene, you’re lying, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You can do it a little better than that.” Turning to the other actors in the room, he lifted his hands in the air. “Is anyone else believing her? Anyone?”
No one said a word. He let the silence linger for another moment before he shook his head and stepped to Natalie. “Look, we need a little more of your natural talent to come out in this scene. Do you think you could do that for us?”
“Yes,” she said softly.
“What was that?”
“Yes,” she repeated louder.
“Great.” He turned away quickly. “Places people, we’re going again and I don’t want to be here all day. Let’s get it right.”
Jillian shook her head, took a few steps backward and moved behind a portable light hoping to remain unnoticed.
Chance gave Natalie a wide-eyed look and whispered, “Geez, what the fuck’s his problem?”
She shrugged and turned away from him, covering her mouth with her hands and taking a deep breath.
“Okay…” Paul yelled as he stared down at the monitor. “Action!”
Natalie began, “Brice, I’ve been looking for you ev—”
“No! No!” The angry director held his head as he stepped to the front of the production crew. “Let’s take a break. Twenty minutes everyone.” Tossing his headphones, onto a chair, Paul headed off leaving the rest of the crew watching him in dismay.
44
After the break, Paul returned and held it together enough to finish Natalie’s scenes. Over the next few days, things returned back to normal on the set, but mostly because Natalie wasn’t on the call sheet.
Two months into the production it was to be Victoria’s first visit to the set. Being a big fan of Chance Hart there were two scenes in particular that she wanted to watch being filmed. The first was the bedroom scene where the sleeping young man was being, let’s call it, admired by the somewhat older and super-hot mother of his best friend.
In one corner of a large room a bedroom set was staged. Cameras, microphones, lights and a dozen people stood around the room. Victoria’s eyes lit up when she spotted Chance sitting up in bed with a makeup artist putting some final touches on his face. Her eyes traveled from his strong chin, down his shirtless chiseled shoulders and chest then to his ripped abs. She sighed. Tearing her eyes from his body, she spotted the world famous Amanda Joseph and she poked Jillian in the ribs with her elbow and opened her mouth wide.
“Oh, you can talk now,” Jillian said quietly, “Just once the director says action, then you need to be quiet.”
“Okay.” Victoria whispered. “Oh my God, this is so weird. You see someone on TV for years and you feel like you know them. Then just seeing them in person, is, is like so surreal.”
“I know. I know.” Jillian pointed to Paul. “That’s the director.”
“Places,” Paul announced.
“They’re going to start,” Jillian whispered.
Chance laid down on the mattress. A member of the crew moved in front of him, blocking Victoria’s view as she adjusted the sheets and prepared the shot.
Victoria frowned. “I can’t see.”
“Shhh.” Jillian grimaced.
When the crew member moved away, there was a huge tent under the sheet at the hunky actor’s groin?
“I knew he was big,” Victoria whispered.
“What?” Jillian chuckled quietly. “No, he’s–”
“Action!”
Jillian covered her mouth with one finger and Victoria nodded, biting her lips together.
Amanda Joseph got down on her knees and gazed mesmerized at her young costar’s shirtless body with the sheet draped just over his belly button. Slowly, hesitantly she reached for the sheet, taking hold of it and folding it down exposing his tented boxer shorts. She gasped.