Cammers With Benefits

Greg calls for the studio to quiet. Then the scene begins.

It’s all I can do not to throw myself between Stellar when she sits on the corner of Brice’s desk, unfolding her legs so that I’m positive he gets a complete view of her pussy, which I know from the other day is shaved except for a heart-shaped tuft of hair. My blood then bounces around in my ears to the tempo of my heartbeat when she rubs one foot against his crotch.

I shouldn’t be jealous. I shouldn’t be jealous.

But the mantra of my brain has no effect on my heart, which is pulled from all sides by far too many emotions. Hatred for Stellar. Disbelief that Brice would do this to me. Confusion at why I keep thinking that it should be me—and only me—up there with him. It’s not like we agreed to exclusivity when signing on for this job. I thought it was implied, but I’m seeing now that I was clearly wrong about that. In fact, it’s pretty clear that I was wrong on a number of things I considered fact. Like the fact that Brice was falling for me as more than friends. That’s what he was talking about last night. That’s why I thought we’re having our current spat. But his heart must have been on pretty loose footing, because he seems to have no problem swapping out another pair of genitals for mine.

My eyes come away from the inner machinations of my mind and back to the real world. Stellar is removing her shirt, lowering her chest right into Brice’s face. But she struggles with the last button, curses, and calls out, “Sorry. I’m going to need to do that again. This goddamned sweater is too tight on me.”

While the cameras are setting up again and Stellar is readjusting her clothes and moving off the stage so that she can knock on Brice’s fake office door and enter to seduce him again, something inside of me shifts. The best I can describe the feeling is opening a closet door and having its contents spill out on you without any warning. Except the closet is my heart and the stuff inside is my realization that Brice is right. We can’t just be friends with benefits.

I want more.

Chapter 8

“Stop! Cut!” I scream out just as the cameras begin rolling again. Greg sighs with exasperation while Stellar levels a knowing gaze my way. I swear that she smirks before shifting her weight to one leg and rolling her eyes towards Brice.

Brice.

He’s the only one that doesn’t look put out by my interruption. He’s watching me, trying to decipher what I’m up to. When he bites his lips, I can see a shred of hope that I’m coming to my senses. That I’m coming back to him.

Which is exactly what I do next.

“What is it this time?” Greg asks, throwing a clipboard on his director’s chair. “I thought you were taking a break?”

“I don’t need one. I’m ready to go.”

“So is Stellar,” Greg replies. “So why don’t we give her another go before—”

Stellar walks between us on the way to the door. “Actually, I’m not feeling well. Must have been the curry I ate last night.” While Greg looks over to the stage, Stellar winks at me and mouths what I interpret to be the words, ‘Go get him’.

Knowing Greg is a man of money and time, I take my place outside the false door Stellar was just standing at. “I’m ready when you are.”

Greg shakes his head and looks to the ceiling. “It’s always drama with you people, isn’t it? Fine. Whatever. From the top.”

A few knocks and Brice invites me into his office.

“What can I do for you?” he asks. He doesn’t look up from the fake papers he’s grading. But even without our eyes meeting, the atmosphere between us has changed. We both know why I got between him and Stellar. Why I’m back here insisting he do this scene with me. It’s because I don’t want him to do a scene with anyone else.

Ever.

Within thirty seconds, it’s me sitting on the corner of his desk, spreading my legs in a suggestive manner. Then I’m lifting my shirt, revealing breasts unhindered by the constraints of a bra. Within a minute, I’m straddling him, any pretense of this being an act gone. The cameras have faded away. The roles we’re supposed to play have dissolved. If Greg were to call for us to cut and hold our current positions, I wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. All my being is focused on Brice and the pleasure burning between us. Without the need for words, he has to know that we’re now on the same page. That I am exclusively his and vice versa. That I want to explore the idea of us being more than just friends with benefits. That the idea may still scare the shit out of me, and that I’m terrified of losing him if this all strikes an iceberg and sinks, but that for the moment, I’m all in.

Everything I’m feeling I convey in my actions. Our kisses are not simple put-ons for the camera or the eventual viewers. My heart is speaking to his through the medium of our lips. My grinding against his rock-hard cock is another language of love that I want only us to speak.

By the way Brice reciprocates underneath me, he gets the message loud and clear. It only takes two minutes into the scene before he has a chance to nibble at my earlobe, hissing three words into my ear so low that no microphone could possibly pick them up:

“I love you.”

The moment the words are between us, I feel this wild passion sear through me. It’s like all this time I’ve been fueled by the tame crackling of a wood fire. But these words have tossed gasoline onto the flames. I’m tearing the clothes off of him as he does the same to me. Then Brice is bending me over the desk, entering me, rocking our bodies in a throbbing rhythm that scoots the desk slowly across the floor of the studio.

When Brice leans down to kiss at the nape of my neck, I wrap an arm around the back of his head, puling his ear to my mouth.

“I love you too,” I moan, unable to keep the volume between the two of us.

As soon at the words leave my mouth, his thrusts accelerate in speed and power. I’m groaning against his girth rushing in and out of me, his hands cradling my breasts, his grunts declaring that he’s about to cum.

Then we orgasm together, my legs quivering and threatening to give away. Brice collapses against my back, pressing into my pussy one last time. I can feel his cock pulsating within me.