Then, Tanner pressing up against me reminds me that there is much more beyond our mouths. I feel his rock hard cock against my leg, and I remember I want that too.
I move his maddeningly soft lips from my own mouth down along my neck. Tanner responds just as I’d hoped. He licks my skin then gives me tiny sucks that send chills up and down my body. I moan, which just makes him nip and suck a little harder.
I have to have more.
I take Tanner’s head and move it down to my breasts.
“Permission to nibble on these too?” Tanner asks.
Instead of saying anything, I arch myself toward him, my body telling him all he needs to know. I’m overwhelmed by his scent, his warmth, his proximity. Tanner James is a force of nature, and the hurricane of desire he’s stirred up in me is a raging Category Five.
Slowly, slowly, he unbuttons the black silky shirt that I’d thrown on after taking off the sports bra I was wearing in the scene we just shot. He doesn’t tear it off like I expected. I watch as he leisurely undoes each and every button with the same fingers that I’m wishing were in between my legs.
I wait, semi-patiently, for him to discover what’s waiting for him.
Who the hell am I kidding? The wait is killing me.
“Fuck, yes,” he says as he finishes with the last button and peels the shirt off my shoulders and arms to discover that I didn’t put my own bra back on in Wardrobe, instead enjoying the feel of my breasts against the soft fabric as I’d made my way over to him with exactly this moment in mind.
Now I’m standing in front of him, naked and exposed.
I don’t need to look down to know that my nipples are pink-tipped and rock hard. They’re throbbing, soaking up Tanner’s gaze, desperate for his mouth. He quickly delivers, and my body lights up when his lips hit my skin. His sucks and tugs are like electric shocks straight to my pussy.
I moan over and over and over again. My knees buckle, and I can barely stand.
Tanner catches my weight and cradles my body with one arm, using the other to tickle my left tit as his mouth wraps around my right.
It’s the world’s hottest game of Twister except my body is the board.
I want his body to be the board too. I want to twist around him, want to coil and twine.
As if he can read my mind, Tanner releases his mouth and stares up at me. “Can I take you to bed, Jenna Stahl?”
“Yes, please.”
I’m surprised I have the willpower not to scream it so loud that everyone still on set can hear. Tanner must be able to hear the excitement in my voice, because his eyes darken and he smiles before bending down to lave my nipples one last time. He’s worshiping my body, and every second of it is heaven.
“I love the way you taste,” he says.
“Like this?” I slip my hand down the waistband of my leggings to slide a finger through my wetness. Then I bring it to his mouth and watch his eyes roll back as he sucks my finger clean. I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back too, at the feeling of his rough tongue on my sensitive fingertip. At the carnal promises he’s making.
Abruptly, as if he can’t stand another second of waiting—which I understand because I can’t stand another second of waiting—he turns with a growl and leads me the five paces from the middle of the trailer to the small back bedroom. It’s cramped and dark, which only makes it seem sexier and more illicit. I feel like we’re Rose and Jack in that vintage coach aboard the Titanic. This trailer has windows, too.
I want to see if we can steam them up just as much.
I’m pretty sure I let out a little squeal of glee as Tanner places me down on the bed. I stare up at him, his angled jaw and deep blue eyes and the sharp stubble on his chin that I can already imagine rubbing down my stomach and between my legs. He’s just as hot today as he was the day that we met.
And I want him just as much.
My body agrees. I’m so wet I’m sure I won’t even need his fingers to prep me for his cock—but I want them.
“Shirt. Off. Now,” I command, desperate to feel his skin on mine.
Tanner quickly obeys, throwing his T-shirt over his head and revealing not only his rock hard abs but an impressive bulge peeking through the top of his famous Calvins.
He is on top of me now, his torso upright but his legs straddling my stomach. I prop myself up on one arm, leaving my other hand free to explore his perfect body. I take my hand and move it down from the tip-top of his ear, down around his neck, through the peaks of his collarbone, then across his chest muscles. I gently run the tips of my fingers across his nipples.
Now it’s Tanner’s turn to moan, to wordlessly tell me how much he enjoys this.
I follow the cue, replacing my fingers with my mouth on his chest, while stroking down the ridges of his stomach until I reach the very top of his pants. This time Tanner stops me.
“You first,” he says, and I’m not about to protest.
He watches as I start to shimmy out of the leggings.
“I missed that stomach,” he says as my hands touch there. “And those hips,” he says as my pants slip down around my hip bones. “And that ass. God I missed that ass. No panties? You’re such a naughty, perfect girl.”
My heart trips and my eyes widen at his use of my old pet name, but I don’t have time to dwell before his hands are on me, grabbing each part that he’s named, giving them a squeeze before he peels my pants off the rest of the way.
“And these legs, and these knees and these ankles and these feet.” He runs his mouth along every part.
I let my legs fall apart, so wet and ready for him to move up to where I want him, but instead he just stops and stares for a moment.
“And your perfect pussy. I missed that the most.”
I watch the bulge in Tanner’s pants get a little bit bigger. Maybe I own him already—or is it still?
My chest tightens at the thought. Tightens and bursts, like it both hurts and thrills me to have that thought.
And then I’m not thinking anymore because he slides his face up between my thighs and blows. The cool air shocks my clit and excites it all at once, and I automatically start to reach down to relieve this need he’s kindled in me, but he stops me.
“This is all mine.”
I trail my right hand over my left breast instead, pinching and swirling around my nipple. He watches with hungry eyes. He always loved to see me pleasure myself, and I’ve loved to perform since the very first time I did it for him. I moan at my own touch just to make him a little jealous. He dances his mouth around in responding torture, hovering just above my pussy where I want him.
Such a fucking tease.
I cry out in frustration, and finally, he pities me.
His face dives forward, and he strokes up me with a flattened tongue. I let out a hiss of delight. He licks me until I can’t breathe, until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. I buck underneath him as my orgasm hits hard, but he doesn’t stop, and I can feel a second rolling in on the heels of the first.
“I need you inside me,” I say as I try to push his head away, but he fastens onto my clit and sucks, while still obeying me by slipping two fingers deep inside my body. I’d meant that I wanted his cock, but when he crooks his fingers and finds my g-spot, the shuddering spasms of an even bigger orgasm push aside any disappointment.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers, as he continues to dive in and out of me, marveling at the way I grip his fingers inside me, at how easily he can still make me come.
“And I need my cock inside you.” Finally, finally, he crawls up over me so I can undo his pants with shaking hands and run my fingers over his throbbing dick through his boxer-briefs. He’s leaking at his crown, and it’s obvious that he’s as desperate for this as I am.
I need to feel him sliding in and out, the base of him pressing against my clit with each stroke. The very thought of it has my lower belly tightening already. My breaths come fast in anticipation as he pulls his underwear off to allow my h
and full access to the heavy, hard shaft bobbing above me. I squeeze him gently once, then guide him directly to my entrance and lift my hips, pressing into him as he presses into me.
As wet as I am, my orgasms have also made me tight, so it’s a long, slow glide to fit him completely within me.
But once he’s completely sheathed, I feel like I’m finally whole.
“Holy shit, Jenna.” Tanner’s voice quivers just a little, betraying the effort it’s taking to hold himself still instead of giving in to the impulse to just fuck wildly. He’s already throbbing as if he could come any second, and part of me wants to urge him to let go and take what he needs.
But a bigger part of me knows it’s better this way. Better to take a moment and wait. Once he adjusts, once my body adjusts, he’ll be able to take his sweet time, and I’ll benefit from every second of his impressive erection.
God, I’ve missed his cock. It’s not the only thing I’ve missed about him.
Our eyes meet, and something snaps into place between us. Something not quite fixed, but no longer as broken as it once was.
It scares me.
Tanner opens his mouth, but I’m not ready to hear what he has to say. So I cut him off with good old-fashioned body talk. I contract my inner muscles around him as I push my hips up a bit higher, letting him sink deeper inside me.
“Fuck,” he says, instead of whatever he was about to say. I sigh with both relief and satisfaction as the pressure hits me exactly the way I’ve been longing for.
I grab a pillow from the top of the bed and scoot it under the arch of my back so that my hips can rock up even higher into his shape.
And then he begins to move.
Tanner makes slow and long strokes. Every single one brings me closer and closer to total breathlessness. Each one pierces me with pleasure. I rock my hips up with a quick motion to let him know I’m ready for him to go harder, faster. He responds with the same intense thrusting at a slightly faster speed. It’s too much already. I want to release it all, but I also want to savor every single second.
I grab the back of his neck with both hands to bring him closer, then I move my fingers to his hair and give it a little tug like I know he loves. I wrap my legs around him and arch up even higher than even the pillow allows. He’s so deep inside me. It feels so fucking good.
I think I tell him so, but my words come out garbled as he shoves in deep, again and again.
He quickens his pace as I slide a hand in between our stomachs to play with my clit. We fall into a perfect rhythm, and I know I’m close to another orgasm. Tanner is too. I can tell by the way his forehead wrinkles. He always makes that expression when he’s close to climax. I move my one hand down to his ass, to feel the perfect muscles as they clench and release with each stroke, pulling him farther into me while at the same time I tighten my grip around his neck with my other hand so that I can bury my own head inside the crook of his shoulder. I bite down, hard, totally unable to control myself. He responds with a moan that says, bite again. The pressure is building and growing inside me so much that I’m afraid if I bite again I’ll break his skin.
Instead, I let out a ragged moan. I’m close. So so close.
“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks. “Come with me.”
All I needed was to hear him ask for me to let go, and suddenly I’m there. We explode around each other. Ripples of pure bliss gush up and down my body as Tanner releases inside me. I shudder, clenching my legs and body tight around him, dragging my climax out as long as possible. We rock together, letting every wave crash, not pulling apart even after they’re over.
He lingers inside me as his breathing slows, matching my own. He leaves little kisses all over my neck, then collapses into my arms, holding me for another moment. He presses his forehead against my chest, and it occurs to me that I could stay here forever.
How did I ever let him go?
12
Tanner
Two weeks after we had sex in the trailer, I’ve lost count of how many illicit trysts we’ve had. To be fair, there may be no way of counting the infinite ways we’ve discovered to please each other. Or how many ways I’ve made her come. I have a key to her room. She has a key to mine. We’re all in on this method-acting thing.
The only way I know I’m actually in Canada is from the address on the bottom of the hotel stationery that I like to scribble dirty notes on for her to find. I certainly haven’t seen anyone or anything but her. The whole closed-set plan has been more of a relief than I’d figured it would be. Not only has it given Jenna and I the freedom to sneak around without anyone noticing, but it’s given me a break from the papz. I hadn’t realized how much a part of my life flashbulbs were until they were gone.
Comparatively, the occasional guest asking for a selfie as I cross the lobby coming or going from the set is no big deal.
I’ve been in Hollywood for so long, it’s almost a shock to realize how normal people live.
Meanwhile, while we’ve fucked each other blind off-set, Jenna had the idea that we should be a little distant to each other when on set, to throw people off. She’s curt but professional with me; I’m nice but not overly attentive to her. It’s supposed to seem like we got off to a rocky start with that first fight scene where Jenna almost decked me in the face, and though we worked it out and are back on track, we haven’t become the best of friends.
Jenna named it Operation Trailer Trash, in reference to our little sex den. But she can’t say it without laughing, and I can’t hear it without getting a semi.
All of which is to say that, for the first time since this whole crazy fling started, I’m dreading walking into Jenna’s room.
She’s waiting for me on the bed when I swipe my card over the electronic sensor, wearing nothing but a gorgeous pink nightie-thing that shows off her creamy breasts to absolute perfection. She kills me with how sexy she is. I have an instant hard on, and I dive for her, knocking her over in a heap of giggles and kisses.
“So I was talking to Angela—” That’s all I get out before she’s pushing me off and straightening her nightie.
“No.”
Yeah, that’s the reaction I was expecting.
“You haven’t even heard what I’m going to say yet!” I protest anyway, trying to get my hands back on those perfect tits.
“It’s no no matter what!” she says. “Why were you talking to her, anyway? I thought we agreed she’s a shit-stirrer.” She pouts prettily at me, folding her arms across my intended targets.
“Because no matter what we do agree on—and, yes, she’s totally into drama—the studio hired her for a reason. Jenna, we’ve gotten a lot of leeway here with the closed set and shooting outside the States. But we have to make an occasional appearance. We both know the only reason this movie is getting the push it is, is because of us.”
She stares at me for a second, and then closes her eyes in resignation and lets her hands fall. Finally. I replace them with my own, and gently knead her breasts until she’s pressing into me and ready to listen.
“I know you said you didn’t want to go to this thing tonight. But it’s just a party. And it’s a surprise for Polly’s birthday. If we say don’t go, we look like assholes, and it’s even more obvious something’s going on when we’re the only two who don’t show.” Her mouth opens as if to protest, and I catch her off guard, sliding my first finger inside before she can say anything.
She sucks on it as I pull it out slowly. Goddamn, that sends shocks straight to my dick.
“I guess if it’s for Polly, we have to go,” she says, her eyes on my now wet finger. “I just don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be normal with yo-oh!” She breaks off with a squeal as the finger I’ve just pulled from her mouth finds another warm hole to slide into.
“I thought maybe an orgasm for you before, and then one for me after?” I make my most serious face at her, as though this is a scientific endeavor. She bites her lip to hide a smile.
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��Maybe I could act normally then,” she pants as I drag my finger out.
“But not now.” I add another finger and push back in.
“Not now.” Her hips slide lower on the bed, closer to me, as the pink silk rides up.
“We’ll ignore each other all night. I won’t tell anyone about how much I love eating your pussy.” I grab her hips with both hands and pull her the rest of the way to my waiting mouth.
“We’ll… fuck… flirt with other people.” Her hands tangle in my hair as I fuck her with my tongue. “And I won’t think about how hard you just… made me… come!” She ends with a trembling groan as I ride her climax out, suddenly more excited about the party than before, knowing that my turn awaits at the end.
She takes just long enough getting ready that my hard-on has calmed down when it’s time to walk through the lobby and out to the limo the studio ordered, but when she bends over to climb into the car and I can see straight up her dress to the little black thong she’s chosen, I realize I’ll be fighting this battle all night.
In front of the swanky hotel hosting the party, I make a show of chivalrously helping Jenna from the limo, and we pose for a few extremely formal pictures.
“No touching,” she murmurs to me, and somehow I manage to keep my hands to myself.
Once we get to the rooftop lounge and part ways, I expect everything to relax. Sure there are quite a few strangers here, but it’s mostly industry people. I toss off a wave at Micah Preston, an actor I’ve worked and partied with, who’s dancing with his girlfriend Maddie Bauer, a new up and coming director I’m dying to work with. Since they’re between me and the bar, I cut in just for a minute, swinging Maddie close to tell her how impressed I was with her debut film last year, before swinging her back over to her man.
As I make my way off the floor, I catch Jenna’s eyes for the barest second before she turns in one smooth move to grab a glass of champagne from a passing tray and the arm of a girl I’m pretty sure I’ve seen in toothpaste commercials.