by Koko Brown
A beast had been awakened within and it was insatiable. The only way to satiate it was Jack.
“This is insane,” I snapped at myself. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Good question.”
I cried out and jumped, terror pumping through me at the sudden voice. I’d lost track of time pacing and fretting and stressing, and I hadn’t noticed anyone come in. Jack was standing, fully-clothed, in the doorway of his trailer, smiling at me.
“I…um…sorry. I didn’t…I shouldn’t….” Words failed me, so I tried to push past him.
“Hey, hey.” His voice was kind, soft. Unlike the way he usually talked to me. Like the way he talked to Lena. Chills flooded through me. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were…here.”
“Even though you saw me on set?”
“… yes.”
“Mm-hmm.” Jack walked past me, grabbed some water from the mini fridge, and watched me carefully. A smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. “Sure it wasn’t because you couldn’t handle the heat on set today? I can’t blame you. I’m a sexy man.”
I felt like I was being consumed by fire from the inside out. I needed fresh air. I needed out. This whole morning was so stupid. I was so stupid. “I need to go.”
“But I just got here.”
“I shouldn’t have been in here.”
He blocked my way to the door. “But I like you here.”
“I need to…” We were now inches apart and my brain turned into a fuzzy mush. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “I need to go.”
“What’s the matter?” Gone was the arrogant actor who strutted around the trailer naked or teased me on set. He was replaced by someone sincere. It threatened to destroy me. “Alison, what’s wrong?”
“I like you.” The words tumbled out of their own accord and I could only stand there in horror as they shattered around us. “Shit.”
I could feel his grin radiating down on me, even if I didn’t look at him. “I know that. But why does liking me make you so upset?”
“You… you know?” I stole a quick glance at him, his features knitted together, his brow prominent and strong. Just like him.
“Well, yeah.” He leaned in close, conspiratorially, and all I could smell was his spicy aftershave. “I can see you when you think I’m not looking.”
“I…”
“But that still doesn’t explain why you ran off to my trailer in the middle of filming.” He trailed a long finger down my arm. At this point, all I had to do was tilt my head and we could kiss. His nearness enveloped me. “Were you sick?”
“It’s stupid,” I breathed.
“Tell me.”
I closed my eyes, wondering why I was even here. Except I knew why. I tried to fight and fight these feelings so I wouldn’t be just another notch on the belt. I ignored every kind thing he did and allowed myself to believe he was an asshole just so I wouldn’t get attached. But standing here, so close, stripped me bare. “To see you with…her…was impossible. The way you looked at her, and the way she looked at you was so…so real. And it made me feel so…”
“Jealous?” he whispered against me. He pressed himself against me, his hands on my hips. There was a hardness to him that unwrapped every desire within me, exposed. He gently pressed his lips to my neck and stole my breath. “Alison Coleman, do you really not know what you do to me?”
I shook my head, eyes squeezed tight, barely breathing or moving. This almost didn’t feel real and I was afraid if I moved, it would all be over.
“Let me tell you.” I felt his mouth curve upward against my neck when he kissed me again. “Every day, I see you and can think of nothing but bringing you back here, locking the door, and having my way with you. Every day, I see you in those tight skirts and tall heels and picture you on that pole, when you danced only for me. Every day, I fantasize what it would be like to do this.”
He tilted my chin upward and kissed me. I melted. There was no holding back, no resistance. There was no ego here, between us, only a biting raw passion that had been suffocated for months and was finally seeing the sun.
“Every second I was with Lena, I pictured her as you.” He pressed his forehead against mine and cupped my cheeks. “Alison, look at me. You… break me. When I kissed her, I was kissing you. When I touched her, I was touching you. When Denver told me to moan her name, in my mind, I was saying ‘Alison’.”
“But Lena is so—”
“It doesn’t matter.” He murmured this against my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in greedily, all of the heat in my body racing towards one center point that was now screaming for his touch. The hardness against his leg pressed against me and drew out a gasp. “I have wanted you from the moment I saw you. Lena is great, but Lena is not my type. The most perfect woman I have ever seen is standing right here in front of me.”
Just like that, I shattered across the floor. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
His nimble fingers had already undone half the buttons on my shirt, and he bent down and kissed the top of my breast. “I never lie. Never. And unless you’ve suddenly had a change of heart, Miss Coleman, I’m going to undress you and make love to you until you cry so loudly, they’ll hook up a boom mic and dub my scene over. I have spent the last month and a half thinking of no one but you, and I have a lot of time to make up.”
My shirt was on the floor. A moment later, so was my skirt. I stood there in nothing but heels and lingerie before the man who looked like he wanted to devour me in two bites. I popped my hip out to the side, rested my hand on it, and tossed my head.
“Boy, you only think you can handle this.”
A growl rumbled in his throat. “Is that a challenge?”
My heart raced faster than ever and my head was so light I worried it would fly away, but I held my ground and beckoned him with a finger. “Come and take me.”
ELEVEN
JACK
Well knock me sideways and call me a tree. This.... I didn't expect this. To see Alison bare herself and beckon me to her? I nearly lost my shit right then and there. All this lead up, all this work, all this chase... and she was practically naked before me.
More than ever, it was clear I could not fuck this up.
I encircled her waist with my hands and pressed my lips to her shoulder with a groan I couldn't suppress if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. I wanted her to see how crazy she made me. I wanted her to feel how badly I wanted her.
But I also wanted it to be different from the time she caught me running lines in the nude.
"Tell me you want me,” I growled in her ear. "Tell me this is what you want."
I could feel the nerves cracking within her, but she stood tall and strong, that ferocity that drew me to her. She pushed me back and I let her lead me to the couch. Under her touch, I sat and she straddled me so her perfect breasts that haunted my dreams were right in my face.
"I want you," she purred in my ear. Her hands made quick work of my shirt and it was over my head, our bare skin pressed together. "I can't fight you anymore. I don't want to."
"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice more solid than I felt. What I wanted to do was dissolve into nothing but grunting and moaning and more carnal, animalistic sounds.
"Did I stutter?" She dropped the consonants hard and ran her hands right to the hardness in my pants with a strong pull.
Hello, Perfect Woman. I'm so glad we finally met.
I claimed her mouth with my own again, relishing the taste and feel of her mouth. It was like exploring somewhere exotic that felt vaguely like home. Everything that was so powerful about her flooded me. Her tongue was a dancer in its own right, using my mouth like a stage.
Her bra, sexy as all that lace was, fell off in a hurry. I didn't want anything between us, not anymore. I wanted her bare and honest.
"These are the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," I murmured and took one nipple in my mouth. Her body resp
onded to my pull and sent her grinding against my jeans. "And I've seen a lot of them in this business. Nobody, Alison, has better breasts."
A small moan escaped her lips, the only response she could appear to work up in that moment. I'd fix that with ease. I moved to her other nipple, nibbling until she was back to grinding on me, and I slipped a finger under the only lace left on her body. She rewarded me with a gasping moan that filled my ears.
"That's more like it. I want to hear just how bad you want me."
"Everyone will hear," she managed, her hips fucking my fingers and my denim-wrapped cock at the same time. "Everyone will know."
"Let them hear." I slipped my finger inside her and ran my tongue up her chest to her neck, where I sucked hard and left a mark. "I want everyone to know you are mine."
"Bad for business," she gasped. "They'll talk."
I lifted her off my lap and carried her to the small bed in the back. I was more of a crash on the couch kind of guy, but I was going to christen this thing in a bad way. She stood before me on her knees with those hooded, sexy eyes that begged me to claim her.
"Well, then I guess I better keep you quiet."
I growled at her and took her mouth again. In a fluid motion, I lifted her up, grabbed her panties, and flipped her on her back. The panties landed somewhere in the trailer and I fully intended to keep them. I dropped to my knees and inhaled the sweet scent between her legs, the smell of her desperate sex waiting for me. It was my favorite smell.
I buried myself in it, losing myself to her clit and sweet wetness. Her long legs wrapped around my neck like they had wrapped around the pole, and she rubbed herself against my hungry mouth. I slipped another finger within her and ate her like a juicy peach until her breaths shortened and quickened, and she flooded me with her juices.
I licked her clean and found her panting on the bed, an arm draped across her face. "You taste like heaven."
"Your mouth is my new heaven."
Oh, yes ma'am, it is. I reached over to the small drawer and pulled out a condom. "Would you do the honors? Your hands feel so much better than mine."
The look she gave me could have launched a million ships or a million erections. Or both. They were probably connected, anyway. She took the condom and left it on the bed, choosing instead to fill her mouth with my cock instead.
She took me whole in her mouth and pulled back slowly, creating an intense pressure of suction. Her hands followed next, exploring me with fascination. A guy like me didn't break out into movies without a sizable dick, okay? I had a reputation.
"Holy shit, they weren't lying."
I laughed, but only a little because everything in my body was rerouted to my cock, waiting for her to touch me again. "No, baby. They weren't lying."
My new heaven was one where she looked at me, just like that, while putting her mouth on me for the rest of my life. Alison maneuvered me as easily as she did on the dance stage. Her hands and mouth engulfed me until I was back to picturing Granny in her night gown because god help me, I was going to come while fucking this woman stupid.
"Are you holding back from me?" she cooed with a seductive flutter of her eyelashes. "What if I want to taste you? It's only fair when you tasted me."
Fuck. Me. "I'd rather feel you. I don't want to use you, Alison. I want to make love to you."
She curled herself up right and took the condom in her mouth. Then this beautiful woman rolled that sumbitch onto my cock with her mouth.
I'd seen a lot of shit, but never witnessed this in person. Holy sex kitten. I'd just found my new favorite move. The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating, even over the rubber. She pushed herself up, looking every bit like the devil I wanted to lie with, and turned herself around.
I didn't have to be told twice. My hands guided her hips back to align with my aching cock. I rubbed my tip across her opening to tease her. She was already sensitive and hungry, trying to push back against me. I wanted her hungrier. I slipped myself in, just the tip, and pulled back out. In, out. In, out. Each time she tried to push back onto me, I pulled back.
Only when she was panting and furious, when her fingers grabbed fistfuls of my sheets, did I finally give her what she wanted. I plowed into her with a force. There was no easing, there was no more toying.
There was only this moment between us, where our bodies were connected and everything else fell away but that pure, primal urge to fuck and fuck hard. My body turned to steel and I filled her with a fervor. Each thrust was another twist in my gut. Each thrust was a muffled cry from her as she buried her head in my bed to keep from alerting the entire set we were currently entwined and up to our elbows in each other's naked sex.
It was lightning, in this bed. It was a force of nature that threatened to tear us apart, yet we never relented. We fucked and thrusted and grunted. Her hands toyed with her clit and grabbed my balls each time they slapped against her. I was overtaken by her, by this friction between us that grew into something cataclysmic.
Holding off, normally something I could do with ease, became almost painful. I wanted to burst open inside of her, brand her as mine, but I also wanted us to crest that wave together. I smacked her ass, just a little, and heard a new guttural cry from her muffled lips. I smacked her one last time, just a little harder, and ran my thumb over her clit.
Two thrusts later, we were grunting and bucking harder than ever, riding the orgasmic wave that erupted between us. Alison pushed herself up on her hands and let out the sweetest cries I ever heard. Together, we made a symphony of sex, one I wanted to replay over and over.
She made me sentimental. I didn't know how to feel about it besides hungry for her all over again.
We collapsed on the bed, took one look at each other, and laughed. After a long moment, she leaned over to kiss and whispered, "You're bad news, Jack Steele."
Or the best goddam news ever. Take your pick.
TWELVE
ALISON
Going on set became almost like a game since Jack and I started sleeping together. How innocent could I look? How discreet could we be?
I still wasn't entirely sure what defined our relationship. I was never the girl to just sleep with someone, and he swore he wasn't with anyone else, but we also never had a ‘this is what we are’ conversation. It bothered me and then it didn't.
Being with him was liberating and maybe we didn't need to rush to define it right away, anyway. Besides, dating him while filming would be catastrophic to both of our careers. We had to keep everything quiet. Sarah was the only one who knew, because I had to tell someone, and she often made me regret it.
Always giggling when the two of us were together. I should have kept it a secret, but if a girl is getting her boots knocked off every night, she needs to tell someone.
Today, though, the set throbbed with a tension that had nothing to do with our trailer trysts. I picked up a bagel from the hospitality table and noticed everyone on edge, whispering among themselves.
"What happened?" I asked Sarah, who was touching up Lena's makeup and hair.
Lena rolled her eyes. "Ego."
I frowned. Every minute they didn't film is a minute they lost a ton of money. Time was literally money in Hollywood and Denver was chewing someone's ass on the phone on the other side of the set while everyone else looked on anxiously.
Why did I have a feeling I knew who the culprit was?
Holly's trailer door was open and voices poured out in hushed tones, like they were running lines. I popped my head inside the door just as Josh was leaning over Holly.
"Promise me!" Josh pressed. "Holly, you have to promise me not to—”
I tried to slip out, but Holly caught sight of me. She pushed Josh upright and smiled weakly. "Hey, Alison. We were just running lines."
"Hey guys." Those were definitely not lines in this script and it definitely didn't look friendly in here, either. What was going on today? "Is everything okay? The set feels off today."
Josh's face flared
red hot and angry. "Your babysitting charge. That's what's off today."
Of course. "First, Josh, he's a grownup and I'm not a babysitter. I'm here because the studio executives asked me to—”
"Babysit." Josh cut me off. "Please don't condescend me, too, Alison. I've had enough."
"Okay." I held up my hands. "I'm sorry. What happened?"
"This entire production is bullshit, that's what happened." Josh threw his script on the couch and used his fingers to count off his woes. "Denver doesn't take any of my suggestions. No one listens to me, no one. Everyone tries to pat me on the head and shove me aside. Do you know how long I've been doing this, Alison? Do you?"
He stared at me expectantly. "Several years, I think....?" I ventured.
"Years!" He threw up his hands. "I'm not some novice actor who just thinks he knows what the hell he's doing, okay? I have experience. I grew up in these goddamn warehouses because of who my father is. And he's sure as shit not paying this much money just so I can sit in the background and say a few bullshit lines—”
"Josh," I cut in gently, trying to calm him. "I understand you want a bigger role, but you were cast for the best role for you. This has nothing to do with your dad, who has been in this business longer than you've been alive—”
"This script is bullshit," Josh sneered. "I need to be in more scenes. I need an action sequence. Don't laugh at me, I'm serious. I am better than this stupid supporting role and it needs to be showcased more clearly. Everyone is shitting themselves over Jack Steele when he is mediocre at best. And that asshole, who doesn't have half the pedigree and training I have, walks around like he owns the place! Every choice I make, which is my job, by the way, to make the best choice for my character, he pokes holes in it and turns me into a giant laughing stock."
Josh was fully raging now, throwing things and swinging his arms around. Holly and I both took a step backward.
"He’s always like, 'Why the hell would you do that dumb shit, Josh?' or 'This isn't the Disney Channel, Josh' or 'Have you ever taken an acting class, Josh?' Fuck you, man, I've been trained my entire life for this stupid job while you were so goddamn busy hanging out in jail for being a delinquent and—”
