The Movie Star's Sextape

by Brandy Blake

  Tristan made his way from her shoulder to the soft swell of the top of her breast, his lips taking their sweet time as his mouth explored all of the mocha flesh there. His hand left her shoulder and pulled the robe from the front of her body, leaving it hanging from her arms as his strong hand found her thigh and he closed his fingers around the back of it. She breathed fast and hard against his neck and in his ear as she felt him grip his hand around her ass, pulling her up tightly against the solid bulge at his crotch.

  She gasped and a cry escaped her as she closed her mouth against his neck, trying to stem the sudden heat that flashed through her, and the electricity that moved in her. At the sound of her cry, he closed his fingers tight around her where his hands were and she heard him groan deeply, his mouth taking in the tops of her breasts as he rubbed himself against her body once, almost as if he wished he was pushing himself inside of her.

  She felt him let go of her hair and she was finally able to open her eyes halfway; she looked up at him breathlessly as he lifted his head and looked down at her. Without taking his eyes from hers, he pulled the robe off of her completely, and brought her hands to the front of his pants, closing her fingers around the edges of them where the buttons had been.

  “Take them off,” he told her in a husky voice, and she was sure that her heart was going to beat right out of her chest.

  With as deep a breath as she could manage, she pulled them all the way open and then moved her hands around to the back of his hips, sliding his jeans over him, and down his legs. There was no mistaking the feel of his rock hard erection against her then, and she closed her eyes involuntarily again, drawing in a sharp breath.

  In the next moment, she felt him lift her onto the bed, and a moment after that, he was right above her, wearing nothing. She glanced down and gasped again as she felt him move his body between her legs; his skin against hers, his thick desire for her only separated from her by her lace panties.

  Tristan leaned toward her and took her mouth with his again, kissing her more passionately as his hands began to move over her body, slowly, intricately discovering her, and she didn’t hesitate a second to bring her hands to his chest, feeling it beneath her fingers again before she let her hands move over his shoulders and arms, bringing them to his back.

  He trailed kisses down her throat to her breasts again, and in a torturously slow movement, he peeled her lace bra from her body, his mouth and tongue covering every part of her that was revealed to him. He took her dark nipples into his teeth one by one, sliding his tongue over them, sucking at them, and biting her gently.

  Valerie closed her eyes and held tight to him, crying out quietly as she tried to maintain some kind of control over the riot of fire and need that was building wildly in her. She was taken totally by surprise as he began to move down her body with his mouth, until he was nestled between her legs and she opened her eyes suddenly as he slid his fingers over the outside of her panties for a moment, rubbing her and teasing her, before slipping his hand beneath the lace and pushing the tips of his fingers inside of her.

  Another cry sounded from her, louder and hungrier than before, and as he began to move his fingers in her, she reached for the pillows around her, clutching at them as her chest heaved with every fast breath she took. She felt him slide her panties off her, and as they made their way down her legs, she felt his lips caressing her belly and then her inner thighs.

  His warm hands pushed her legs apart and she felt panic blend with passion as she realized just what he was going to do. Reaching down to him, she touched his head just as he slid his tongue over her core, and then into her, gliding it in and out, and around, and she pushed her own head back as her fingers closed tight in his golden bronze locks of hair.

  Her back arched and another gasp left her body as dizziness overtook her, and she began to need him more than she ever knew she could. Moving her body against his mouth and his tongue, holding tight to his hair, it wasn’t long before her soft cries became louder, her nipples hard as rocks, and she thrashed her head from side to side as he drew from her enormous pleasure, making her cum breathlessly. He drank her in, and before she had a chance to catch her breath, she felt his hands leave her for a long moment. She realized that he must be sliding his condom on.

  Barely getting the chance to open her eyes, she saw him coming back up to her, and a moment later, she felt him at the outside of her. His eyes were locked on hers as he pushed the head of himself into her, and then inch by inch, the full length of him, filling her as she lost her breath and locked her arms around him.

  Tristan was as breathless as she was, and she could feel his heart in him, pounding just as fast and as hard as hers was. He began to move in her, and she needed to move with him, to feel him in her, against her, above her; feel his hands and his mouth on her body and his kiss on her lips. She held tightly to him as their rhythmic dance began slow, building momentum and passion as it grew stronger, until a magnetic frenzy captured them both.

  They locked themselves around one another, him fully buried in the depths of her as they cried out together and he came hard, his face nestled into her neck and her hair, as hers was with him, her legs and arms wrapped around him like a vice, and they held on to one another until their bodies slowed, and the heat began to fade.

  Slowly, he lifted his face from her neck and gazed at her, his eyes soulful and deep. He kissed her softly and sweetly, letting their lips linger together before she touched his cheek and he lifted himself off her, lying back on the pillow beside her.

  They looked at each other then, side by side, breathing more evenly, and she felt his fingers curl in hers, holding her hand.

  “Cut!” yelled John.

  With a sigh, Tristan gave her a gentle smile. “Wow. That was… that was amazing. It’s never been like that for me.”

  She smiled shyly back at him. “It’s never been like that for me, either.” She answered him almost in a whisper as they gazed at one another.

  “Looks great, you two. Neither one of you looked at me for the signal, but I have to tell you, that was about as perfect as it gets. You were right on cue for the whole thing. You know, I wasn’t sure if you two were going to be able to really pull it off, both of you being new and all, but you were great.

  “One take. I know we got what we needed. I mean, we can do it again if you think you can do better, but I think that’s going to be a wrap for us. You two can go get cleaned up and get dressed. Thanks for the good work. That looked like it was the real deal right from the first kiss. Great job you two.” He began to talk with his sound guy and the camera guy.

  Valerie laughed quietly. “There was a camera going? I didn’t see a camera. Did you?” she asked, grinning and biting at her lower lip.

  He shook his head and gave her hand a squeeze. “Nope. I didn’t even know there was anyone else in the room.”

  They held each other’s gaze another long moment, but the conversation around them grew casual and louder, and the lights came on while the candles were being blown out.

  Tristan cleared his throat. “I guess we better get going,” he said, looking as if there was some hint of nervousness coming back to him as he looked around at the camera crew who were packing up their gear and paying no attention at all to the lovers.

  “Yeah, I guess we better,” she agreed with a soft sigh.

  They both pushed themselves up from the bed and she covered herself with a sheet, waiting while he went to the bathroom first and cleaned himself up. He came out about ten minutes later, looking as he had when he had been in the living room. The raw sexiness she had just experienced with him was mostly gone, hidden beneath his clothes and demure smile.

  She felt her cheeks warm as she met his eyes when he came out of the bathroom, and he gave her a crooked smile and a wink. It made butterflies flutter in the depths of her belly, and she reminded herself that it was just business.

  Valerie waited until he and the camera crew were out of the room before she g
ot up from the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up and get dressed. It wasn’t long afterward that she emerged from the bathroom and the bedroom, and found only Al Oliver in the living room with Tristan. Everyone else was gone.

  Al looked up at her from where he was seated on the sofa across from Tristan. “Have a seat, please,” he stated simply. It was business as usual, and she could see that from Al. She didn’t look into Tristan’s eyes, but she did sit beside him as they faced Al.

  Al looked as if he was having a standard business meeting. They might have been sitting in his office rather than a hotel room after having just had sex in front of a camera, and it would have felt just as professional.

  “Well, you both did very well, from what John mentioned before he left. Thank you. Now, John’s going to review the tape once just to be sure the sound quality is good and that there is no outside noise interference. Once he says it’s done, he’ll shoot it over to me and I’ll ‘leak it out’ onto the Internet. That should be enough to get you both the star status that you’re looking for.” He looked at them both intently.

  “So that’s it then, we’re done, right?” Tristan asked, looking as if he was ready to get up and leave.

  Al shook his head. “Oh no. No. You’re not done. You still have a little more work to do.”

  Valerie frowned and felt her heart catch almost in mid-beat. “What do you mean more? You said that we were just going to make a tape and that was it! You didn’t say anything about doing more!” She felt anxiousness rise up in her, and she began to worry that she never should have done it in the first place, no matter how amazing it felt to her.

  Al’s eyes met hers. “You aren’t making another tape; that is, unless you want to, but that’s your business. The one that you both needed is done, and that’s all there is to the sex tape making. Now we have to work on public consumption.”

  “On public what?” Tristan asked, sounding as confused as Valerie felt.

  Al looked over at him. “Public consumption. The public at large has to believe that you two are a couple. They have to believe that you are trying to date secretly; a private affair. That’s why this tape will be such a big shocker and no one will have seen it coming. It’s the invasion of your privacy that makes you two a hot commodity. Secret lovers, secret dating… it all ties in.”

  “Dating?” Tristan asked in surprise, looking at Al with a brow lowered in suspicion.

  “Yes. Your sex tape isn’t going to be believable if you two aren’t seen out together. We have to make sure that that starts happening in the next few days. Maybe a week, tops. I’ll be handling that with you.” Al looked at them both matter-of-factly.

  “We didn’t sign on for anything like that! This was supposed to be just the tape and that was it!” Valerie stated, looking at Al darkly.

  He returned a cool stare at her. “You have to. You’ve already done the hard part. Now you just have to make everyone else believe it. It’ll go fast. You’ll see. A few dates and the public will be eating it up, and you two will be the hottest new ‘couple’ in Los Angeles. Everyone is going to want you. If you don’t date, that makes the tape unbelievable, and it means that you did it all for nothing.”

  Tristan sighed heavily and raked his hand through his golden brown locks of hair. Looking over at Valerie, he bit at his lower lip. “Well, I guess it’s up to you. I’m willing to do what it takes, but I’ll do whatever you think is best.”

  She sighed as well and rubbed her fingertips over her forehead. “Alright. I guess a few dates isn’t going to be so bad, especially since we already did the most difficult part of it.”

  He gave her a nod and then looked back at Al with a shrug. “Okay. I guess we follow your lead. Just let us know what we’re doing.”

  Al smiled wide, looking at them with a fair amount of smug satisfaction. “Good. I’ll send you both a message. You’ll be going somewhere before the end of the week, so don’t make any plans. Now go on and get out of here, and leave together, holding hands, but try to look like you’re being inconspicuous. Tristan, put her in her car and kiss her good when you let her go.”

  They both nodded without a word, and rose up from the sofa. They each shook Al’s hand and left the room together, heading for the elevator in silence. Tristan pushed the button and then slid his fingers into the front pockets of his jeans. Valerie clasped her hands in front of her.

  The elevator doors slid open and they walked in, and he pressed the lobby button and then leaned against the back wall beside her. There was a quiet air between them as the box began to descend, but then he looked at her and smiled.

  “That wasn’t so bad, right?” he asked with a crooked smile.

  She liked that smile. She had seen him share it with her a few times, and she thought that it gave him a sort of sweet boyish look that was appealing. It was an honest emotion.

  “No, that wasn’t bad at all,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks warm as she grinned and looked down at the floor of the elevator.

  “So, a few dates with each other is going to be a piece of cake. We can definitely do this.” He gave her a nod of encouragement and she laughed lightly then and agreed with him.

  As the elevator slowed and came to a stop, he reached for her hand, entwining his fingers in hers. He gave her one last look as the doors opened and he slid his sunglasses on.

  “Okay, then. Let’s do this.”

  She put her sunglasses on and walked with him to the front door of the hotel. The valet went for her car, and they stood together, side by side, hands held together. When her car came around, he walked to the driver’s door with her and opened it for her.

  Valerie turned to him then, and looked up at him. He took her face gently in his hands and kissed her softly and sweetly on her full lips, lingering and tasting her as he kissed her, before letting her go, almost reluctantly, as she turned and got into her car, trying to slow her pounding heart and catch the breath that he had just taken from her.

  He closed the door behind her and tapped the roof of the car lightly. She waved and drove away, and he watched her go and wondered just what it was that he had gotten himself into. There was something burning in the depths of him that was completely unfamiliar to him, and he didn’t know if he wanted to know what it was, and more than that, if and when it would go away.

  Chapter5

  Valerie drove through the city, her mind buzzing with all that had happened, her body feeling better than she could ever remember it feeling. There was a happiness in her that seemed to glow, and she chalked it up to not having had sex for a long time. She knew that that was all it was.

  Thoughts of the two of them in the hotel room - the candles, the music, the way he touched her and kissed her, the way it felt when he was moving inside of her, holding her - flooded her mind and would not let her think of anything else. She found herself growing breathless just thinking about it.

  She flipped on the radio and tried to distract herself with music, but it seemed like every song on the radio was a love song, and every one of them made her thoughts return to Tristan and the feel of him against her and in her, so she tried the news. The news was a little more help in keeping her mind on anything but the man she had just had the hottest, most intense sex of her life with.

  She pulled her car into her driveway, and grabbed her purse and her cell phone. Getting out, she closed the door and began to walk over the grass toward her door when she heard her name being called out. She stopped right in her tracks and a sigh escaped her as her shoulders fell a little.

  100“Talk about timing,” she muttered to herself as Ricardo came rushing up to her.

  She could see that his shirt was newly cleaned and neatly pressed, as were his pants. He was grinning from ear to ear as he held out a bouquet of red roses.

  “My angel! Look at you! You are a vision, as you always are. I could not dream of a woman more beautiful than you. I could not imagine one. You are my own personal goddess.”

  He held th
e flowers out to her. “These are but a token of my feelings for you. Take them. Breathe in their scent… like I breathe you in, and keep you in me.”

  She sighed and shook her head. “I can’t accept those, Ricardo,” she told him, noticing that he had even styled his long dark shoulder length hair with extra care that day.

  “Yes, of course you can! Take them, they are for you. They do not compare to you, but they are merely a gift. Take them,” he insisted, holding them out nearer to her.

  With resignation, she reached her hand out and took the flowers. As she did so, he swiftly closed her hand in his and kissed the back of it, looking up at her and stepping closer to her, keeping his hand in hers.

  “Come out for dinner with me tonight. We can spend hours talking and we’ll go dancing after, or go walk on the beach and see the sunset. Come with me. I promise you that I will give you a night that you will never forget. Please, my darling…” He lowered his voice to a velvety tone and she tried to pull her hand from his.