“Holy shit!” he moaned.
I licked slowly up and down his shaft allowing my mouth to lubricate his entire length. I encircled his penis, pumping with one hand as I used my other to massage his clean shaven balls all while I teased his head with my lips and tongue.
“Tinsley, that feels amazing. Where did you learn to do that?” he teased.
“I’ve learned a few tricks since college,” I said as I returned to fucking his penis with my mouth. He moved his hand gingerly up my leg and felt his way toward my pussy. He moaned with pleasure as he felt the wetness of my lips and inserted one finger slowly in and out of me.
Now I joined his moans of pleasure as he made his way toward my g-spot, expertly pressing just enough to drive me over the edge. Before he could continue, I pulled my skirt over my knees, moved my thong to the side and mounted his thick cock. He felt exactly as I remembered. Exactly as I had fantasised about all these years.
I leaned over to kiss him as I continued to move myself up and down, tension building with every stroke. He leaned up and nipped at my breast, burying his face between them and massaging them gently at first and then harder. His stimulation of my breasts alone was enough to make me come but I kept going. I longed to feel us come together.
I sensed that he was getting close and so I clenched my muscles to make myself as tight as possible and we both shuddered violently with pleasure.
“I’ve been wanting to make love to you like that since you first looked at me in the table read,” I told him. “You are what has been missing from my life for far too long.”
He smiled at me and pulled me in for a slow, sensuous kiss. “You and me both Tins, you and me both.” And then he drifted off to sleep. Just in time, I thought, as I heard a car door outside.
Katie and Lucas were home. I quickly cleaned myself off in the bathroom and threw a robe around me as Katie emerged from Lucas’ bedroom.
“He was asleep so I just carried him to bed so that,” she stopped mid-sentence. “Wait, whose car is that outside and why do you look like you just had sex?”
“We really need a wine night,” I said to her.
“I’m not waiting for a,” she stopped again to look at her phone which buzzed at her with the sound of an incoming text. “Damn, you’re getting off easy for now. Stephen says we need more diapers.”
“I promise to tell you everything. Soon,” I assured her as she walked toward the door.
“Or did you already get off easy,” she said with a smirk as she walked back to her car.
“Thanks for watching Lucas,” I said gratefully.
“You’re buying the wine,” she said, winking at me. “Fucking diapers.” I heard her whine as she climbed into the car.
9
MICHAEL
“Wait, you want me to do what now?” I asked Lee incredulously. This guy was constantly changing the script up on all of us and I’d had just about enough of it.
“Let me speak slowly so that you can interpret it with that Southern brain of yours,” he said rudely. “After the kill shot, you’ll run up to the first extra you see. In this case, uh, what did you say your name was sweetie?” Lee asked.
“Lana,” came a meek answer from a barely eighteen extra in the battle scene crowd. She certainly had gotten more than she bargained for when she signed up to do this.
“Right, Lana, and give her a long, deep kiss. Lana will resist you at first, but she’ll be so overcome by your power that she’ll eventually give in to your advances.”
Of all the slimy, lowbrow things to include in a movie, I thought to myself. Unwelcome advances were Lee’s thing. They certainly had nothing to do with my character or his storyline. Why was he insisting on including this? It seemed like some sort of creepy powerplay.
I couldn’t let his antics stand. I was a man of integrity, and I would never forgive myself if I didn't call him out on this bull. Too many people sold their souls when they came to Hollywood, but I’d made my grandmother a promise to keep hold of mine and I didn’t intend to break my word to her.
“It doesn’t track Lee. Blaze is one of the good guys. Why would he go forcing himself on some innocent bystander,” I argued back.
“Michael, I don't see the problem here,” he said. “Lana come here, doll.”
Lana timidly made her way over to where Lee and I were standing.
“Good girl. Now what’s the issue Michael? Don’t you find Lana attractive?” he said and in true sleazeball fashion, he spent a good thirty seconds staring her up and down. Poor girl instantly blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Lana’s looks have nothing to do with anything Lee. It’s the principle of the matter. The heroes in these movies are supposed to be people kids can look up to, to emulate. What kind of message does it send if I’m just forcing myself on some girl because I just killed a man.” A crowd was starting to gather around us now. I hadn’t intended to make a scene.