“Action!”
That one word brought me back into the room and away from thoughts of Will. Ruby began stacking barstools on top of the bar, Charlie watching her, a smile tugging at his lips, watchful and steady, but I imagined his heart pounding, watching the woman he loved with an ache in his cock as he became more turned on. There was some dialogue, a statement of how much he missed her, wanted to see her beautiful face in the crowd tonight, focusing only on her full lips as he sang. She touched her neck, her lean fingers trailing down to her collarbone before tentatively landing between her breasts. She was wearing a barely-there dress, covered in sequins and heavy as she moved. It clung to her and she looked amazing, her body toned and taut and incredible. But I couldn’t help thinking about my film. This wasn’t reality, it was a heightened fantasy. Where were her curves, her cellulite? The stubble on her legs where she’d forgotten to shave? I wondered if it mattered. No. Not for this. The scene was beautiful, two lovers strung so tightly together that the need for each other was almost breaking them out of their skin.
“Go to her now, Charlie. Take her face in your hands and kiss her. Deep. Full,” Margot directed, staying out of the frame but still being very much a part of the shot. He listened and did as she asked, looping his hands around Ruby’s face, a kiss so perfect you would think it were true. He deepened it, pushing her backwards, a thud against the bar, moans, groans, gasps, the kiss intense. I watched and found myself pushing my thumb to my lips in response. “Other camera, please. Get in low. Will, follow him. See the angle. We need action but still soft to begin with.” Will followed the camera guy, crouching down beside him, closer to me. He smiled, checking in before dropping his eyes as I continued to watch. “Charlie, lift her onto the bar.”
Charlie dug his fingers into her hips and effortlessly picked her up before setting her down on the bar. He was standing before her, stroking his hands lightly up her legs, against the insides of her thighs. Pulling her forward with one quick movement, he bunched up her dress, exposing her, no panties, completely bare. He gasped and moved in closer, telling her she was a tease, that he couldn’t stand that she’d been bare for him, no barriers, no boundaries. He looked at her in awe and my breathing became labored, my chest heavy. As they took each other in, I became aware of the heat behind me and the shallow breaths he was also taking.
Will.
I changed my position, splayed my legs out to the side. I could feel a brush of flesh, his hand, close to me, settling on the floor but close to my thigh.
I glanced up to the scene. The strap of Ruby’s dress fell and the heavy fabric curved against her breast. “Move your hand, expose yourself,” Margot said as Ruby followed and her beautiful tits were revealed. I could hear Will take a breath as she started to circle her nipple, Charlie’s hand forcefully stopping it, pressing his body against her, telling her that it’s his job, his obligation, his need. He was urgent in his movements, mouth to nipple, feasting on her like he couldn’t get enough. She dropped her head back in pure ecstasy and the gasps she cried out were in time with his skilled and urgent mouth.
“Take off the dress,” Margot said. “Lose it to the floor. Discard it like it’s in your fucking way.” He followed direction and she was bare, this beautiful woman with her dark skin and darker nipples now fully exposed. She looked in her element, a smile, a seduction.
“Eat her cunt.”
I heard a hiss behind me. Will or the cameraman? Probably both. The words and the scene flowed together in unison. This was power. This was lust. This was magnificent.
Charlie fell to his knees again and pulled her towards the edge of the bar. He raised her leg, instinctively knowing the best camera angle for pussy devouring. “Good,” Margot shouted. “Keep it there.” Will followed the camera, leaning forward, and he was behind me now, a tight space between us. I could feel him. His heat, his chest. A shoulder against mine. I liked the familiarity. I liked the contact. My body was gently humming like the feeling you get in the early stages of love, the vibration of desperation to see the person you’re developing feelings for and you’re on countdown before you get to touch them again.
“OK?” he asked, against my ear. I nodded into him, moving away slowly as I tried to catch my breath.
“Gorgeous!” Margot shouted. “Look at that mouth! Keep going. Use your fingers to expose her clit. Yes! Just like that.” She pointed at the camera guy and to Will. “Closer. Get in underneath. I want to see her pretty pussy.”
The space was tighter now and Will changed position. He was behind me, steadying himself by holding onto my hip. His fingers dug in deeply. I was wearing jeans, rips at the knees, the air hitting my skin and despite the heat, goosebumps erupted along my flesh. His fingers continued to press, and he whispered something sorry or hold on but he kept his hand there and I wondered what he was apologising for. Because this was magical, heady and bold. I leant back, my arse rising up slowly, pretending I was finding a comfortable position but really trying to stretch out the ache in my pussy, get some friction against the denim…against him. I could feel wetness pool between my thighs, a wet spot against my panties. I imagined him licking me there, loving how wet I was, wondering if it was him or the scene that was firing my desires.
“Tongue flatter, Charlie. Press it firmly against her clit and lick slowly. Let’s get the angle.” Will instinctively leant in, looking at the angle, the position, the tongue on her clit. His hand squeezed my hip firmly, almost a grab, a way of holding on and keeping himself together. He rested his chest against me and as a small gasp passed against my ear, I almost screamed out from the sexual tension threading through me, threatening to burst out and unmask my real feelings for him.
I was turned on.
I was close to Will.
I was ready to share my secret and join Charlie and Ruby on the bar with the man I’d secretly lusted after for five years.
“I think we’re ready to move on,” Margot said quietly, her voice mingled with the sounds of ecstasy, Ruby’s moaning and Charlie’s feasting. “I want to take full advantage of this fucking heat!” She turned to Will. “How’s this? Are you as turned on as I am?” He didn’t respond, but I felt the tightness in his body as he rested against mine. “Well? What do you think?”
“Good,” he replied, his voice catching in his throat. “Great.”
Margot started to laugh as she got up. “Charlie, I want you to fuck her.” Whoops and cheers surrounded us as they both smiled. Charlie gave Ruby a chaste kiss on her forehead before stripping out of his rock-star clothes. His leather jacket fell to the floor, the white vest quickly pulled over his head and off. His jeans pooled around his feet and he stepped out of them, revealing a huge erection, pained and full. Taking it in his hand he started to stroke before joining in a conversation between Margot and Ruby. I was surprised at the normality of this, when inside all I could feel was a pulsing of need, a nervous energy, an arousal so strong I could barely function. I was transfixed by his hand, long strokes, a pull motion, keeping the erection alive as they discussed the finer points of the next scene.
Two stools were placed back on the floor and Ruby was helped onto them, her thighs still slick with her arousal and the juices from his mouth. The make-up artist wiped her softly and she leant back, one leg fixed on either stool to expose her pussy. Margot raised her eyebrows. “This is fucking amazing.”