by Naomi Niles
“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 he 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’ basta
rd,” 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.
“Yeah,” he said. “I can see myself in a place like this, and one day, it will happen. One day soon.” He held me tighter. “And I hope that it is just like it is right now. I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.”
He kissed me on the cheek as I laid in his arms. At least for right now, we were on the same page. I saw a future with Ezra, not just a relationship for the time being. It seemed like we could make a run at something serious, but only time would tell. Right now, I was just going to enjoy what we had going on and try not to jump the gun. I had to learn to allow things to happen in their own time, and that was one lesson that seemed like I would never be able to learn.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ezra
“So, I see you barely have time to meet up with me anymore. Damn, Ezra. You get a new relationship, and you just forget about all of your old ones. Make new friends, but keep the old. I know you’ve heard that song before.”
I laughed at Jeff as we sat in the locker room, drinking our pre-workout shakes before we hit the gym for our 9 am training session. Two weeks had passed since I took Hannah on a surprise date to the set of the movie, and there was only one week left before filming began. I had spent the last week memorizing my script so that I could impress the director and help keep the ball rolling. Hannah said she was doing the same thing. I wanted both of us to knock this shit out so that the opportunities would keep rolling in. I didn’t want this to be our first and last rodeo together.
“Whatever, Jeff. I still got time for you, bro. You see I’m here right now, don’t you?”
“Yeah. For the first time in what? Almost three weeks? I can see you have still been coming in here because you haven’t lost any of your gains, but damn, brother. You’re about to start filming in another week, and shit, I know once that starts, your ass is going to be too busy to do anything.”
“Yeah, I know. Shit. Oh, and I didn’t tell you this, but we are shooting some of the movie in New Zealand in a month.”
He swallowed a swig of his drink. “New Zealand? No shit?”
“No shit.”
“Is that where you can like… smoke weed and shit in public and it’s legal?”
I laughed. “Nah, bro. That is Amsterdam. Amsterdam is where you can get blazed in public and not have to worry about the police fuckin’ with you.”
“Oh,” he took another drink. “Well, shit, we need to go there. You need to get cast in a movie in Amsterdam or some shit. I will take a fucking two-week vacation and go with your ass out there. Shit.”
“Shit, I would go out there and probably not even come back. I haven’t smoked weed in a while, but if I knew I could do it and get away with it, then I’d do it all the time.”
“I hear ya’.” He finished his drink. “Well, shit, these weights ain’t gonna lift themselves. Let’s get out there and get to it.”
I swallowed the last few drops. “Yeah, man. But, just give me a minute. I’ll be out there; I just need to make a phone call.”
“Hmm, let me guess. Hannah?”
I laughed. “Yeah, you know it.”
“You are one pussy-whipped man, you know that?” he said, chuckling.
“Yeah, I’m not even going to deny it.”
He walked out of the locker room as I placed my bottle in my locker and grabbed my phone. Hannah and I had been going over our script together for a while now, and I knew she was just as ready to get this movie going as I was. “Hello?”
“Hey, sexy. How are you doing?”
“I’m good,” she said softly. “Just laying down. I stayed up late last night reading through the script. I believe I just about got everything down. I’m still a lil’ nervous about the sex scenes though. With the cameras and things like that.”
“I told you, babe, you just can’t think about it. I know that’s what happened when we had sex in the mansion. You may have seen them while we were doing our thing, but you didn’t think about them. It will be the same way on set. Trust me.”
“Yeah,” she said, hesitantly. “Yeah, that is what I am hoping.”
“Hey, how about this? Let’s go to lunch tomorrow. I’ll take you out anywhere you want to go. Anywhere. McDonald’s. Wendy’s. Burger King. Wherever you want to go, baby. The world is yours.”
She laughed. “Oh gee, thanks. I’ve never had a guy just splurge on me like that. You think I can get my meal super-sized?”
“Baby, you can get it super-sized, double-sized, whatever size you want. You deserve it.”
“You are so silly, but all right. It’s a date. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?”
“No question.”
“OK. Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
Just as I hung up the phone, Jeff walked back into the locker room. “Goddamn it, man, are you done in here? I’ve warmed up three times already, and this pre-workout is kicking in hard. I’m ready to fucking run through a goddamned brick wall.”
I tossed my phone in my locker and shut the door. “All right, bro, stop your bitching. I’m ready.”
“Bitching, huh? Shit. I’m going to wear you out today, bro. You’re not going to fuck anything but your bed for the next few days. You can bet your ass on that one!” He draped his arm around my shoulder, and with that, we headed to the gym. He was right, though. By the time we left the gym, I could barely walk. As soon as I got home, I flopped onto the bed and didn’t move again for the next five hours.
My doorbell rang as I laid shirtless on my bed. My legs were like jelly, but at the thought of it being Hannah, I pushed myself up from my mattress and eased down the stairs, bracing the walls in the hallway for support. It rang impatiently a few more times on my way. “All right, all right, I’m comin’,” I said, inching closer to the door. When I opened it, she stood on the other side with one hand on her hip and her lips pursed together. The smile on my face faded away like makeup smeared from rain. “What do you want, Tanya?”
“Oh, it is good to see you too, Ezra.” Her eyes drifted to my chest for a moment, then she barged past me and invited herself into my home. “Where are your little whores at? I know they are in here.”
I spun around with my hand still on the door so she would know not to get comfortable. “What do you want, Tanya? And how the hell are you just going to invite yourself in like this is your place? At least give me the same respect I give you at your home.”
“Blah, blah, blah,” she said as she stood near the couch. “I am here to talk to you about the boys, that’s it. And you might want to put a shirt on. I’m not in the mood to look at random scratch m
arks from your whores, Ezra.”
I pushed the door shut and eased closer to her. “No,” I said with a smile. “I’m fine just the way I am. What is it about the boys that you need to talk to me about?”
She rolled her eyes and walked to the fireplace mantle. She looked at the pictures of our boys as if she had never seen them before. She smiled and then swiped the front of the picture frame for dust. She seemed annoyed there wasn’t anything clinging to her finger. “So, your whores are dusting for you, huh? I know you didn’t do it, Ezra. You didn’t dust shit when we lived together.”
“That’s because you were living there, so I didn’t give a fuck.”
“Oh, that’s cute, Ezra. Real cute.”
“Look, if you came over here for some petty ass shit, I don’t have time for it.” I put my hand on the door and just as I started to open it, she blurted out the reason she came by.
“All right, fine. Listen, I don’t know if I want the boys around you while you are shooting that pornographic movie. Tanner already tries to copy everything you do, so if he sees you fuckin’ around with that other bitch, then–”
“Are you kidding me, Tanya? Seriously? You think I would have him around that?”
“Well, I don’t know. You don’t seem to have the best judgment and I don’t want Tanner or Nolan exposed to anything like that at such a young age. So, while you are shooting this movie, I don’t want them around you. Besides, you won’t have time for them. Your attention will be elsewhere.”
“Oh, OK. Is that all you wanted to discuss?”
She looked towards me with her arms folded across her chest. “Yeah, that’s it.”
“OK. Well, you can get the fuck out now and, um, oh yeah, my answer is FUCK no.”
“What?”
