by Naomi Niles
“No.” I laughed. “No, not at all. I mean, honestly, you are an attractive woman, and you know that. And, looking at the fact that we are about to shoot a sexually driven movie… which may lead to more movies, I think you will have stalkers on a regular basis.”
“Oh, my God. That is not what I signed up for.”
“Yeah, it just comes with the territory. I guess you are just getting a taste of it a little early.”
She poked her bottom lip out and huffed. “Do you really think I have a stalker?”
“It sounds like it.” I looked in the rearview mirror and lowered my eyes. “Now that you mention it, this car has been following me for a little while now. I hadn’t noticed it until you mentioned your stalker.”
Her eyes popped open as she spun around in her seat like a top, “Shut up! Are you serious?” she asked, bug-eyed. “You are not serious! I am about to call the cops, Ezra! Are you being serious? You are not being serious. Are you being serious?!”
I tried to stifle my laugh, but I lost the battle as laughter burst out of my mouth like fireworks. “Wow,” I said as she glared at me. “You cannot be that gullible, because if you are; I am going to have so much fun yanking your chain.”
“Ezra. That was not funny! I already told you that I was kind of freaking out about it and then you float that thought in my head! Ugh! What I am going to do with you!?”
Silence sat in the car as I looked at her with a flirtatious eye. “Well, I know a few things you can do…” I licked my lips and cracked a grin as she folded her arms over her chest, trying to project her anger. She kept the façade for a few moments until a smile stretched across her face.
“You make me sick, Ezra.”
“If I had a dollar for every time somebody said that, then I wouldn’t need to be a movie star. I’d already have millions.” The more she pouted, the more I wanted to pull my car to the side of the road and suck on her bottom lip like a pacifier. She was sexy, even when she wasn’t trying to be. “Look, Hannah. How about this? If I am around whenever that stalker calls again, I’ll talk to him. I’ll set him straight.”
“What will you do?”
“Nothing. I will just tell him that if he keeps sweating my girl that I will have to break his fucking face. That’s all.”
She laughed. “Wait a minute, when did I become your girl?”
“Just now.”
“Did I miss something?”
“Yeah, the part when you said you were my girl.”
“I never said that.”
“Said what?”
“That I am your girl.”
“I know you are. Now, what were you saying?”
She rolled her eyes and laughed as we headed to our destination. “All right,” I said when we got closer. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just close your eyes, Hannah. Stop being difficult!”
She sucked her teeth and did what I asked while I pulled into the long driveway in front of the house. The opening scene of the movie took place at a large mansion in Bel-Air. The house resembled a castle more than anything else. A tall brick wall surrounded the home like a fortress, while tall trees sprouted up just beyond the gate. The mansion was planted within a wooden area, and as I pressed the keypad for entrance, the gate opened slowly just as Hannah closed her eyes. I rolled down the winding pathway as Hannah chattered the whole way, asking question after question about where we were going.
“Just be patient, babe. You’ll see in just a second.”
“Babe?” she responded. “I kind of like how that sounds coming from your lips.”
“I would like to see something else coming from your lips.”
She blindly slapped my leg. “Calm down, mister. You have your mind completely in the gutter.”
“Hey,” I said as I parked, “I am just getting my mind ready for the movie.”
I helped her out of her seat and put my arm around her shoulder. “All right, we are coming to some steps,” I said as I had one hand on her waist. “When I tell you to lift your foot, lift your foot. I don’t want you to fall on your face.”
“OK,” she said, holding onto my arm.
“All right. Lift.”
We were at least three feet away from the stair as she lifted her foot up and sent it slamming down into the cement. She elbowed me in my chest. “Ezra! You know what? No, I am not trusting you right now.” She opened her eyes as we stood in front of the mansion. The double doors were the only thing keeping us from entering into the home. Four white pillars stood firm like soldiers on the front porch. They extended from the top of the roof to the base. The sturdy wood reflected a dull shine as we walked up the steps to the front door. “Wow,” she said. “This… this is beautiful, Ezra. Where are we at? Did you buy this for me?”
I smirked. “Yeah, I did. I was able to pay for it with my 605 credit score and a bag of chicken nuggets.”
“You are such a jerk! Anyways, where are we? Seriously.”
I winked at her and gently took her hand into mine. “Come on. You’ll see.”
We walked into the house. Two stairwells, one on each side, wound up to the second floor. Marble flooring covered each step and sparkled underneath the bright lights inside the home. Beyond the stairwells, a large, spacious front room with pearly white walls separated us from the glass doors that led to the backyard. She looked at me with her mouth hung open, then slowly walked forward into the front room. I followed closely behind her, and as we entered the room, large cameras sat on the end of sturdy poles like heads at the top of giraffe necks. A pool table was positioned in the back of the front room. The balls were scattered onto the green, and pool sticks looked as if they had been placed down in the middle of a game.
A large white couch with plush pillows sat on top of a large, expensive looking rug, and a 60-inch television was mounted on the wall just above the fireplace. “Where are we?” she asked anxiously.
“Well,” I said, smiling. “Say hello to your new home. Well, at least for the movie. This is where we will be shooting our first scenes.”
“Shut up!” she said in disbelief. “Are you kidding? I can’t take any more of your jokes, Ezra!”
“No, this is the real deal. Not only will we be shooting the movie here, but we will live here while we are shooting. The director said he wanted us to get familiar with the home and he thought it would be a good idea if we spent a few days here while we shot the movie.”
“So,” she said, walking towards the window, “you are telling me that I get to live in this mansion? I can call this home for a little while?” Her eyes were glued to the Olympic-sized swimming pool in the backyard and the jacuzzi that sat just to the right of it. “All of this?”
“Yeah,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist. “All of this.”
Just as my hand slid down to her backside, Leonard's voice interrupted my intention. “Aaaaaaah, there are my stars! The beautiful Hannah. The sexy Ezra. Come,” he said, ushering us closer to him, “let us greet once again.”
Hannah walked to him first as he kissed her on each cheek. “Beautiful,” he said as she walked away from him. “Come now, Ezra. Don’t be shy. I believe that we will be getting very well acquainted with each other in the coming weeks. Come.” When I got in front of him, I stood still as he greeted me the same way he greeted Hannah, with one kiss on each cheek. I stood there, motionless, my eyes swimming back and forth, not knowing what to do next.
“Excellent! Well, I am glad you two have come down here to check out the set. Yes, feel free to look around wherever you please. Check the rooms out, you know? Get a feel for what is going to happen here.” He took a step back and rested his fist underneath his chin as his eyes shifted back and forth between us. I looked at Hannah, confused, wondering what was going through his mind. “Why are you two standing like that?” he asked, his eyebrows wrinkled together.
“Like what?” I asked with a smirk.
“Like that. With… with all of tha
t space between you to. No, no, no,” he said, stepping toward us. “That gap needs to be closed. There should be no space between you two. Ever. I want this chemistry to be strong, and for it to be strong on camera, it has to be strong off camera. You, Ezra,” he grabbed my arm, “put it right here. Make it at home on her shoulder, as if it is paying rent there. And you, Hannah, lean your body into his.” He guided her closer to me and as we stood together, a smile rushed onto his face. “Ah, now that is perfect, no? That is what I want to see. In fact,” he grabbed both of our hands and led us up the winding stairs to the master bedroom, “I want you all to spend time in here. Alone.” He looked deeper into both of our eyes. “Alone,” he said, capping it off with a wink.
“Now, I am going to step away for a while and whatever happens, happens, OK? Think of the movie. Think of the chemistry. Think of the way you want the audience to feel that what you have on stage is real. It has to start somewhere, no? This is your bedroom. This is where many scenes will take place.” I looked to the right as another set of large cameras decorated the corner of the room. “Now, I will leave you two alone. Get comfortable, and I will make sure that nobody comes up here for the next hour. I want you two to connect. Trust me; it will help the flow of the movie. You two come down when you are ready, and we will go from there.” He blew a kiss at both of us, then closed the door behind him.
“Um,” I said, looking at Hannah, “That was weird as fuck. I thought he was about to say some freaky-ass shit like, ‘We need to have sex. All three of us so we can get on the same page.’”
Hannah laughed out loud. “Fuck, no! I would never sleep with his creepy ass. Out of the question.” She walked closer to me and ran her finger over my chest. “You, on the other hand; I think I MIGHT cross that line with you.”
“Oh,” I said, smiling, “You might?”
“Yeah. I might.”
She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, and before I knew it, she had pulled me on top of her as we climbed onto the king size bed. I was ready to go, and I had been since the last time my dick slid inside of her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Hannah
I leaned back onto the bed, pulling him closer to me, and without hesitation, his mouth went straight to my vagina. I dipped my head back as the sun shone directly through the large window behind the bed. He moved his tongue back and forth across the lips of my vagina, sucking on my clitoris. A rushing sensation of pleasure shot through my legs as I grabbed the top of his head and pushed his face further into my pussy. I bit my bottom lip and massaged my breasts as he clenched his arms around my thighs. I saw the cameras mounted in the corner of the room, and the thought of someone watching us turned me on even more. I wrestled my arms out of my shirt, exposing the breasts inside of my pink satin bra.
My breathing intensified as he flattened his tongue and ran it right down the middle of my pussy. “Yes, please. Right there. Stay right there, Ezra,” I said as ecstasy rushed through my bones and sent small convulsions through my legs. “Yes, yes. Shit, Ezra, I’m about to cum. Shit!” I didn’t remember the last time I had cum this quickly, even when I was alone. I wanted him, though, ever since the last time we had sex. It was the way I played with myself when I imagined he was the one sticking his meat inside of me when I toyed with my dildo, and now that the fantasy had come true, the euphoria was too much to bear. He licked me slowly until my cum dripped out of my pussy and onto the top of the soft bedspread.
Ezra stood up and removed his shirt as the sun beamed through the window, enhancing the ripples in his chest and his abs as he towered above me. I licked my lips and slid my fingers down to my pussy. They tap danced over my clit as I waited for him to put his dick inside of me. I wanted it now more than I did before. Maybe it was because I already had a taste of what he could do with it and I was anxious to feel him inside of me again. His long penis was erect and ready to slide in as he stroked it back and forth. My pussy lips dripped as he climbed on top of me and slid his dick slowly inside of my wet pussy. His eyes rolled back into his head as he went in. He exhaled deeply as he gripped my legs and pushed them backward until my feet brushed against the golden headboard.
He pressed his lips against mine as he picked up his speed, sending my tits bouncing as he mercilessly slammed his dick in and out of me. We bounced on the mattress as I knocked pillows onto the floor, trying to find something to grab onto to ease the pain. Suddenly, he took his dick out of me and grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my mouth towards him. I opened wide as he slid it into my mouth. I could taste my juices on the tip of his penis as I wrapped my lips around it and grabbed hold of the shaft. I slithered my tongue over his tip before I wrapped my lips around him again, bobbing my head up and down as I twirled my head. Just then, he shoved me backward and snatched me by my waist until I found my place back on his dick. He leaned forward and sucked my tits as he wrapped his hands around my throat, choking me softly as I held my mouth open. He slid his finger inside of it and I sucked on his finger just like I had sucked his dick.
Before long, he lifted me off the bed and carried me to the wall, pinning my back against the coolness of it as the sun shone down. His naked, muscular body held me up with ease as he fucked me on the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist like a belt. I put my arms around the back of his neck, holding onto him as his dick remained firmly inside me. My ass jiggled with each movement as I dug my nails into his back, ripping open parts of his flesh. He gritted his teeth because of the pain, but it did nothing but add to my pleasure. “Fuck,” he yelled as my tits bounced in his face.
I used my back to push myself off the wall as he put his hands on my ass. He maneuvered one finger up my asshole as my eyes rolled to the back of my head while he kept his dick deep inside of me. He eased me down to the floor where I got on top of him and rode him as my nails dug into his chest. He smiled, biting his bottom lip as sweat formed on his brow. “You like that?” I asked, while we laid on the carpet in the master bedroom. Ezra smiled, affirming his pleasure while he grabbed a handful of my firm, round breasts. My hair fluttered around his shoulders as I ground on him in a circular motion, and that was it. “I’m about to cum,” he said, sweat rolling down the sides of his face.
“Cum, baby,” I said, digging my nails further into his chest and creating scratch marks that looked as if he just went toe-to-toe with a leopard. “Cum in this wet pussy.”
Moments later, his body convulsed as he grabbed onto my hips and thrust himself deep inside of me for the final moments before he came. I planted myself on top of him, wanting to feel every ounce of his cum inside of me. Just then, his dick jumped, and I felt the warmth of his cum shoot inside of me, sparking a powerful climax to erupt between my legs. “Ezra!” I yelled, clenching my legs around his waist. My legs shook as I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth, doing what I could to keep the screams of ecstasy as quiet as possible. He held onto me tight, and as my body was pinned to his, I could feel his breathing steady. I glanced up at the cameras in the corner of the room and out of nowhere, I felt apprehension, as if somebody was filming us. I wondered why I didn’t feel that way during the time we were having sex.
“The cameras,” I said to Ezra as if it was the first time I’d seen them. “The cameras. What if,” I caught my breath, “what if they were recording?”
He shifted his head to get a look at them. “Then I guess they just got a preview of what we can do in bed if the script calls for it.”
I pushed myself off him and covered my breasts with the blanket just in case somebody was watching. I didn’t know what changed so suddenly. One minute, I reveled in the idea that someone was watching, but now, I was absolutely terrified. Ezra rested on his elbows. “Really, Hannah?” he said, laughing. “After what we just did, you are apprehensive about someone watching us? I mean, seriously, the director basically told us to come in here and fuck. If anything, he was probably watching us while he jacked off in the other room.”
He laughed as h
e stood up, his dick losing its stiffness, yet still maintaining its girth. “That is so nasty. But, can you check, Ezra? Can you go see if the cameras are on?”
“Hannah...”
“Please? It would put my mind at ease either way.”
He sighed, then walked over to the cameras to get a good look. “Shit. They were watching us the whole time.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious? They were watching?”
“Yeah, they were watching us. The red light means that it is on, right?”
“Red light? I thought that meant off?”
He paused and moments later, a smile flashed across his face. “Shit. They weren’t recording.”
“You fuckin’ bastard,” I said as I put my hand over my chest. “I swear, Ezra, one of these days I am going to punch you square in the mouth.”
He laughed and jumped on the bed next to me as his dick flopped up and down. “I’m shaking in my boots.” He put his arm around my waist and kissed me on the arm. Now that I knew the cameras weren’t recording, some of the anxiety had left my mind. Ezra made a trail of kisses from my arm to my shoulder as I thought about where our relationship was going. I was starting to worry that if we didn’t work out as a couple, it would affect our filming. Even though I didn’t see it ending between us, I was hardly anyone who could predict the future.
He wrapped his arm around me as we leaned back onto the bed, sinking into the mattress. “Let’s get under the covers before Leonard walks in and sees us naked.”
“Why? He is going to see us naked eventually.”
“Well, let's worry about that when the time comes. For right now, I want to keep myself covered for as long as I can.”
He huffed, but eventually gave in to my wishes and climbed underneath the thick blanket. I exhaled as I found my spot within his arms again. “Man, can you imagine living like this? In a house like this? I mean, look at the view.” We looked to the right. The window overlooked a large, man-made pond. The sunlight glimmered on the face of the water like diamonds as birds flapped their wings, diving in and out of the water as if they were plucking fish from their homes.