Kiss Me Forever

"Spread your legs for me, Jess," I demand gruffly. Saying Jess feels wrong, but then again, everything else about this moment feels just as wrong, but I thank God I get to see her like this. Truthfully, I'm blessed.

"Like this?" She opens her thighs, and I suck in a lungful of air.

"Good girl. Show me how you get yourself off." Damn, Mallory Greer might just be my favorite person on the motherfucking planet right now.

I watch her with bated breath as she does it. She tugs on her nipples before slowly running her right hand down her taut stomach. When she reaches her pussy, I grab my dick and squeeze it before jerking it in time with her fluttering fingers. The script didn't specify what to do, so I instantly realize how she gets off when she's alone. I am definitely going to embarrass myself.

"Help me," she moans, and that's my cue to get on the bed with her, but I'm rooted to the spot. I watch her a few seconds longer before joining her. Gently, I pull her fingers from her cunt and impulsively put them into my mouth. Shit. That was a mistake. She tastes sweet, like sugar, and I want more, but this isn't an oral scene. I hear someone gasp behind us, but no one says anything, so I keep going. She gives me a tiny imperceptible wink, letting me know she's good to go. I get into position above her, making a show of "entering" her slowly. Leaning down, I kiss her again. I'm not really sliding into her tight sweet cunt, but fuck do I want to. I pinch her thigh hard when I feel like I've reached the character's virginity so she can react.

She does so spectacularly. Simultaneously, she makes a show of gasping, moaning, and clutching the sheet with her left hand and my shoulder with her right. She should get an Oscar for this moment alone. I push closer to her, my cock rubbing back and forth on her skin. Hard and fast, slow and sweet. My cock is alternates between her pussy and her tummy, but the sweet, torturous friction caused by the both of us moving together is too much. Is she wet? Is that what I'm feeling on my thighs? I look down at her. Her eyes are closed. I think about baseball stats, shoe stores, Wal-Mart on a snow day, anything to keep from embarrassing myself.

"Fuck," I growl.

"Porter, oh my God. Yes, yes, yes," she chants in character. Imagine the irony of being jealous of a fictional character that I am portraying right this very second. Fuck. My lines.

"Open your eyes, baby. Look at who is doing this to you," I demand. She does so and what I see in her eyes gives me hope. Her eyes are swimming with lust and something else I can't quite identify. This is more than mere acting. I'm sure of it.

"Mmmm… I'm gonna come," she says, and I lose it. Like literally losing it as we speak. I come all over her without even being inside of her, barely even touching her. I'm still coming on her when she starts to make a show of it herself. Unscripted, I throw my head back and roar like a beast as I completely cover her torso and tits with my sticky seed. I expect her to be disgusted, to start screaming, out me like the disgusting perv that I am but instead, she smiles at me.

"Cut! Holy shit, cut!" Stella yells. "That was intense." A production assistant brings over our robes, and I take them from him.

"Stella?" Courtney calls, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Yeah?"

"I need a short break."

"Of course. We'll get the next scene ready. It'll be about an hour. " Us in bed, talking.

"Thanks," she says, standing as soon as I get off of her. I help her into her robe before putting mine on.

"Meet me in my dressing room," she whispers as she walks by me.

Done, I think as I follow her like a lovesick puppy.

Chapter 4

Courtney

I can’t believe he came all over me like that, more to the point; I can’t believe that I loved it. It’s still on me as I make my way to my dressing room as quickly as possible. As soon as the door shuts behind him, I find myself pressed up against it.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, running his fingers down both of my cheeks. Then he grabs my neck and pulls me closer to him.

“Rush?” I breathe.

“Courtney?” he whispers intensely.

With his hand still on my neck, he kisses me again. It’s more intense than any other we’ve shared. He pulls my robe open and down my arms, letting it pool at my feet. I open his robe as well, and he’s hard again. He came so much before; it’s still thick and wet on me. Shouldn’t he need more time? He kneels in front of me and kisses my hip before licking my clit.