A Whole Lotta Love

by Sahara Kelly

  Toni had missed it, or at least missed the significance of it. Suze had reached for Toni’s hand when she’d lifted herself away and now Toni’s fingers were replacing Suze’s tongue.

  She lay beneath Suze, a creamy dark blend of light and shadow, a perfect counterpoint to Suze’s blonde whiteness. Toni’s hand was barely visible as it moved between her legs, but the other one toyed with her breasts, teasing the nipples, cupping them, squeezing them—

  A bead of sweat rolled off Paul’s face. Christ above. Toni Sinclair was doing a number on him today.

  Nick was grunting, a sure sign he was getting close to coming. Paul moved the lens a fraction, getting all three in the shot and waiting. Toni’s lips were parted, her breasts rising and falling as she panted.

  Suze gripped the quilt either side of Toni’s body and her face contorted into a snarl that closely resembled orgasmic bliss. Paul wasn’t quite sure if it was sex or temper. Nick, on the other hand—well, his expression left no doubt. He was about to come, his mouth open, his face shining with sweat and his eyelids heavy as he watched his cock plunge in and out of Suze.

  He gasped aloud, pulled away from Suze and dexterously whipped off the condom. “Now bitch.” He spat the words as he rammed his cock along the crease of Suze’s ass and erupted up her spine, leaving sparkling jets of cum dripping down her white skin.

  “And…cut.”

  Paul let the camera roll for a moment or two. Suze sagged away from Nick who was stroking himself. And Toni? She was still, frozen with her hand between her legs, her head turned toward the camera—and looking through the lens at Paul.

  He sucked in a breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and there was a look of quiet desperation in her eyes.

  She’d nearly made herself come. He knew it as sure as he knew there was a helluva hard-on in his pants. She was aroused, honestly and genuinely turned on. And now she had to stop, to backtrack, to push it all away and pretend it was all in a day’s work.

  Paul watched her fight for her composure. Her throat moved as she swallowed and she let the others get off the bed before she pulled herself upright. He caught the little tremble of her hands as she stood and the tiny stagger as her knees nearly buckled.

  He flicked off the camera, grabbed her robe and walked to her, ignoring the rest of the crew and the sound of loud voices as Suze lay in to Nick, pointing out in no uncertain terms that she was not happy with him.

  “Here. You’ll need this.” Paul handed the blue silk robe to Toni.

  She blinked and nodded, slipping it on and belting it tightly around her waist with a heartfelt “Thank you.”

  “And you got cum in my fucking hair, Nick. It’s not enough that you hit me hard enough to rattle my back teeth, you had to go fuck up my hair?” Suze was approaching the decibel level of an incoming F-16 fighter jet.

  Paul winced. It was definitely gonna get nasty. He touched Toni’s shoulder. “C’mon. Time for us to make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here.”

  She responded to his joke with a weak smile, but nodded. “Good idea.”

  They left the sound of loud and angry voices behind them as Paul walked Toni through the house to the patio and sat her down in the shade of a big umbrella. She seemed—stunned, maybe. Out of it a little.

  It wasn’t surprising he realized, as he grabbed a couple of bottles of iced water from the outdoor fridge. It was her first time, her first real shoot. She’d lost her porn virginity that morning.

  “Here.” He held a bottle out, waiting for her to take it. “You want something to eat or anything?”

  Toni shook her head. “No, this is good. Thanks.” She twisted off the top and took a long drink. Her hands still trembled a little.

  “Better?” Paul sat beside her, quietly watching her, then turning his face to the gardens and the pool.

  “Yeah. God, yeah. That’s much better.” She drank again. “That was—uh, well, I don’t know what it was.”

  “You did great.” Paul kept his voice quiet.

  “I did?” She turned at that.

  “Yep. You came over on camera just the way I figured you would.”

  “So we won’t have to do it again?”

  “No. I really doubt it.” He drank from his own bottle, letting the icy liquid cool some of his arousal. He swore he could smell Toni in the air along with the flowers and the light tang of chlorine from the pool. He was probably losing his frickin’ mind.

  “Thank God.”

  Paul couldn’t help but notice the relief in her voice. “You didn’t like it?”

  Toni was silent for a moment, her gaze vague as she thought about the question. “I can’t say whether I liked it or not. Like isn’t the right word. I was scared shitless, worried about a whole bunch of stuff and when Suze began—well, when the whole thing really got going it was—bizarre.” She wrinkled her nose. “Best I can do.”

  Paul smiled at her. “None of that showed. You handled it like a pro, Toni.”

  “Did I?” She looked more distressed than pleased by his compliment. “I’m not sure what that says about me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t know exactly what I mean.” She laughed a little. “It seems really weird for someone like me, who only a week ago was working a normal job in a normal world, to strip and film a sex scene for a porn movie and then get told I did a good job.”

  “I guess it does.” Paul waited.

  “So does that make me some kind of kinky trash bitch? Someone who thinks sex is only about fucking and nothing else other than a chance to score a paycheck or get my name in lights?”

  “No.” This time Paul’s voice was firm. “Absolutely not.”

  “You sound so sure.” Her hand had stopped shaking, but there was still tension radiating from her body.

  “I am. Trust me on this. There’s a huge difference between the sort of person you’re talking about and the sort of woman you are. Don’t you know that?”

  She never got chance to answer the question. A voice shouted for Paul from inside the house and he sighed. “Shit.”

  Toni waved her hand. “Go, Paul. I’m fine. Thanks for the water and everything.”

  “We’ll talk later, okay?”

  She nodded. “Sure. Right after Ryan fucks me this afternoon.” Her lips twisted into a wry smile. “And that’s not something I ever imagined myself saying.”

  Paul chuckled. “It’s a date.” He stood and tossed his empty bottle in the trash. “Don’t worry Toni. You’re doing great. Just be yourself. Relax.”

  He allowed himself the pleasure of brushing his hand up the silk covering her arm and to his surprise she covered his hand with her own and squeezed. “Thanks, Paul. You’re really a big help to me. I appreciate it.”

  “Paauuulll…” This time it was Bud yelling.

  Paul sighed. There was so much more he wanted to ask Toni, to talk to her about. He wanted to watch her eyes as they spoke, sniff in her fragrance, keep an eye on those hard nipples beneath her silky robe—and know she was naked underneath.

  He was in dangerous waters here. And he wanted to go swimming.

  Instead he smiled and nodded—and walked away.

  ~~~~~

  Toni stayed sitting at the table, enjoying the breeze across her bare legs. She throbbed, she shuddered inside, her pussy still humming from the close call she’d had.

  Fuck. She’d nearly come, for God’s sake.

  A hot blush made her cheeks burn. She’d nearly lost it, plunged into an orgasm in front of a bunch of people she didn’t really know. Stimulated by her own hand and the touch of a woman’s tongue, no less.

  Oh God. I’m a pervert or something.

  She took a breath and forced her mind to stop shrieking at her and think rationally. Of course she’d responded to Suze’s tongue. There were perfectly normal reasons for it. Any time the clit was stimulated, by hand, by tongue—regardless of whose tongue it was—a woman was going to experience sexual arousal. It
was the way they were made.

  Toni was a normal woman. Therefore—she was going to get aroused. So that took care of any worries that she was a dormant lesbian or something. Sure, it had been pleasant. Hell, Suze was a woman, which put her a step ahead when it came to knowing what to do and exactly how to do it.

  Toni wasn’t a lesbian, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire their work. She chuckled to herself. Pity some men couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take lessons from them.

  She straightened her spine in the chair. She’d gone into this with her eyes wide open. She knew what porn movies were, what she’d be expected to do. She wasn’t ashamed of her body and needed the cash desperately. So what was the problem?

  I didn’t expect to find myself responding.

  Toni bit her lip. It had surprised her, horrified her in some ways. She’d honestly believed she could go through the motions and come out unscathed. But her body had betrayed her, let her down by getting itself turned on at the touch of Suze’s tongue.

  And she was still aching, her breasts swollen with need, still feeling the effects of an arousal that she hadn’t expected—hadn’t sought.

  What the fuck was she going to do?

  A dip in the icy ocean? Whip upstairs to her room and dig out her vibrator?

  “Hey Toni. We need you.” Sam hollered out a window. “Upstairs. The guest room.” She jumped and waved her hand in acknowledgement.

  Well, that took care of that. She had to go fuck Ryan.

  Who needed a vibe? She was about to get a dose of the real thing.

  There was an ironic smile on her face as she found her way upstairs to the room where the next scene was being set up. Fran had her “costume” ready and she slipped into the tiny shorts and tied the handkerchief sized halter behind her under cover of the robe, finally putting it aside with some regret. She was developing a strong affection for that particular bit of silk.

  “You got the idea, right Toni?” Bud sauntered over. “Knock on the door, tell Ryan it’s room service with his pillows and let him take it from there. We’ve got sound with this one, so keep your voice steady and try not to fart?”

  “Sure, Bud. No problem.” She laughed. “As long as Ryan knows what he’s doing.” “Oh he does. Just let him take over. And we can always do another take or ten.” He laughed. “It’s your first film. We understand. Don’t worry about it.”

  “Got it.” Toni nodded.

  “Places everyone.”

  Obediently, Toni took her place outside the door and waited, the pillows tucked against the miniscule scrap of fabric that comprised her top. Her shorts were so close to being wedged up her ass she was honestly looking forward to Ryan taking them off her. Fran dusted a little powder over her nose, stepped back, nodded then smiled and left.

  “Ready honey?” Ryan appeared.

  “Sure am. Are you?”

  He glanced down to where a hard-on was showing against the flimsy silk of his pajama bottoms. “Oh yeah. I luuurve these fantasy scenes. And you make a great fantasy partner.” His smile was warm and sincere. “Look, I’m gonna come, you know. It’s part of this thing. I have to.”

  “I know.” Toni nodded.

  “I’ve got the condom on already, so I’ll whip it off before the final moments and come outside you.” He looked thoughtful. “I know this is your first time really fucking on camera, sweetheart. Just relax, okay? Say anything you want, but stay away from those fake squeals, if you know what I mean.” He shuddered.

  “Ryan?” Toni looked at him, all muscles and blue eyes and sweet charm. “Do I get to come too?”

  “Do you want to?” His face turned sober as he returned her gaze.

  Toni made a decision at that moment. She was as horny as she’d ever been in her entire life. She’d been too damn long without a good fuck and was already halfway there after her morning’s experiences. Who better to end the drought than Mr. Gorgeous with a hard-on that had her name on it.

  She gulped. “Yes. Yes, make me come. Make my eyes roll. I want this to be a take to remember.” She reached out and rested a hand on his bulging biceps. “Don’t go easy on me either, okay?”

  Ryan’s eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. “You sure?”

  “Very sure.”

  He gave a brief nod then moved past her into the bedroom. A few moments later Toni’s heart thudded as she heard the call for silence.

  “Quiet on the set.”

  She knew what to expect. A few more seconds would pass while the camera began rolling, then “and…action”…

  Chapter Six

  Toni tapped on the door.

  “Yes?”

  “Room service, sir. You asked for some pillows.” Her voice was firm, surprising Toni, since pretty much all she could think about was getting fucked. This was probably why porn films didn’t have a whole lot of dialogue. Who the hell could remember it at times like these?

  “Come in.”

  She opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. “Where would you like them, sir?”

  Ryan tapped the bed next to him and smiled, spreading his legs and showing his erection beneath the pajamas.

  Toni’s gaze dropped appreciatively. “It doesn’t look like you’ll be needing anything else tonight.”

  His hand reached for hers and Ryan pulled her gently down onto the bed. “I can only think of one thing.”

  His lips grazed hers as his hands slid up her spine beneath the strings of her tiny top. She drew a breath for her last formal line. “Funny. I’m thinking the same thing myself.”

  And it began.

  A slow dance between them, first the move that freed Toni of her top, releasing her breasts into Ryan’s waiting hands. He was good, very good, lifting them, swirling his tongue around her nipples, making them hard and aroused with no effort at all.

  Toni realized he was keeping his mouth open and his tongue extended—the camera must be getting some wonderful shots of her rigid and puckered nubs as Ryan licked and sucked them. He was turning her on rapidly, finding all the best places to nip and to tease, doing what he did so well with skill and confidence.

  A small moan escaped her throat and she let her head fall back as Ryan grasped both breasts, pushed them together and worked both nipples rapidly, his thumbs whirring around them along with his tongue.

  Christ, she was getting wetter and hornier by the minute. It was almost a relief to feel one of his hands at her belly, unfastening the snap of the mini-shorts. They fell easily, sliding down her thighs to the floor with not one single check on the way. She stepped out of them and tumbled onto Ryan and the bed, rolling with him and ending up astride his muscled hips.

  “Mmm.” She slithered down to his thighs and reached for the tie on his pants. It wasn’t in the dialogue, but the tiny murmur seemed appropriate. They could always edit it out afterwards.

  The silk parted and Ryan’s cock sprang upward, the sheer condom barely noticeable over the stark red and purple shades he was proudly displaying. And once again Toni realized how well this guy was hung. Truly a thing of beauty. She caressed it, running her hands up and down, lost for a moment until Ryan shifted his hips, lifting her with a gentle nudge.

  She remembered she was supposed to be taking his pants completely off, not drooling over his cock.

  Ooops.

  The silk pajamas rolled off Ryan’s legs without a hitch and Toni returned to his body, resting her palms on his chest and staring at him. “What do you want?”

  He gazed back at her. “Everything you’ve got.”

  She lifted up and stretched, her breasts full and swollen. “Then take it.”

  Swiftly he rolled her over and stroked her pussy, finding her clit and fondling it firmly. “There?”

  “Oh God, yeah.” Her hips moved toward his hand. “That’s so fucking good.”

  Toni let herself go. She forgot that the lights had dimmed a little to add to the “fantasy” feel of the scene. She forgot the camera was rolling. She forgot th
ere was a crew observing this moment, recording it digitally for later editing.

  She willingly set all that aside and became exactly what she was portraying—a woman desperate to get fucked.

  There was nothing now but an overwhelming, crushing need. And Ryan’s cock and hands and fingers and what he was doing to her. He pushed her fully onto her back and spread her thighs wide with one hard push of his hands. She was open to him, her pussy bared, the air cool against the moisture she knew was already gathering there.

  He put two fingers against her sex and swiped at it, teasing more liquid and smearing it over her belly and breasts. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream, baby.”

  “Do it then. Make me scream.” She bit out the words as his fingers returned, strumming her clit then diving into her, pushing hard and stretching her, adding to her excitement.

  “You asked for it.” Ryan’s hands pushed against her shins, moving her legs up until her heels rested on the bed, then even further, bending her knees and splaying her as wide as her body would allow.

  Only then did he touch her with his cock, a slight brush at first, making her sob. “Jesus, fuck me. Just fuck me, don’t tease me like this…”

  Toni squirmed beneath him, her knees almost touching the bed either side of her head as Ryan reached down and positioned himself.

  “Oh yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

  And he did.

  One powerful thrust and he was inside her, huge and hot and filling her to capacity and then some. It was—wonderful.

  In spite of Ryan’s warnings, Toni couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper. And when he started to thrust, the whimpers turned into moans that refused to stay within her throat.

  It was just too fucking exquisite to live through in silence.

  She arched her spine as much as she could, pushing her clit into Ryan’s thrusts, meeting his body with her own, driving herself further and further along the path to the best moment of all.