Between the Stacks (Behind the Lens)

Chapter 16

Lyra

The next grouping of scenes was supposed to be over several days, so between takes Cole and Scott changed shirts. Lowe and I stayed in our “uniform” for the library because it was easier than having multiple changes of suits. Every morning according to the script, I came in and found “secret admirer” presents on my desk. Each one had sweet messages Cole and Scott wrote for me. Jonesy and Lowe, the way they took care of me, I think I’d miss that the most. They protected me. Anyone on the outside who saw us might think it was creepy. Granted, had I’d seen it too, I’d have said the same.

But they literally saved me.

They took care of me when I was sick. Made sure I had everything I needed and when it came to the housing issues, Lowe offered the house for as long as I needed it. However, that was a different conversation for a different time. I had to focus. Because in this scene, Lowe was supposed to be jealous. How I was getting gifts, and he was the Director of the Library. Which was supposed to lead to a passionate scene of sex.

I sat behind the desk, a place I knew well since I’d started my work study. I’d added little trinkets I’d picked up over the last few weeks. There was also a photo of my parents, which I turned around before we started filming. Nothing to see here, Mom and Dad.

When Monty said, “Action,” Lowe stormed out of his office, slamming the door against the wall, causing me to jump.

“What is the meaning of this!” he snarled, getting into my space. The heat of his body curled around me. “This is a library, not a post office.”

“Sorry, sir,” I murmured.

He grabbed one of the gifts. “What is this?” He glanced over it. “Happy Library Lovers’ Day... What is this shit?” He slammed it down, then went to the next. His sharp movements kept me twitching and on edge.

“They’re just g-gifts,” I said.

“Where’s my gift?” His hand wrapped around my throat as he urged me to stand, and I followed. The glint in his eye darkened. “I know what I want.”

“Tell me,” I replied. “I’ll go grab it. Anything you want.”

“You, Ms. Davis,” he murmured. “Over my desk. Skirt up, ass on full display.”

I shivered at the snarl in his tone and the way he gripped my arm. Fuck, he really got into this. Guess I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. He had charisma for days. “R-Right now?”

“I didn’t stutter,” he snapped.

“And cut,” Monty said. “I think we’re good for tonight. The rest we’ll do at the warehouse.”

I flopped back into my seat, heart hammering. Pussy aching for Lowe. The intensity of the scene left me a shaking mess. I was horny. Hungry and exhausted. Who knew being an adult actress was hard work? Not that I was a real one. Lowe picked me specifically for this project.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?” Lowe leaned into me.

“Tired,” I replied. “Good, though.”

He chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you fed and out of these stuffy clothes.”

“Thank you.”

Once Monty left, we headed back to the house, which was where Cole, Scott, and Jonesy were waiting for us, since their work finished first. I felt like I was dragging ass when I came through the door.

“There she is,” Scott said, gathering me up in his arms. “Day one done.”

“I feel like it’s been five.”

“It gets easier the more you do it,” Lowe said, dropping our things in the foyer.

“I need a shower, then food,” I mumbled, starting for the stairs.

As I stepped into my room, I started pulling my clothes off before gathering what I needed and headed into the bathroom I shared with the guys and turned on the water. My brain hurt more than anything and being in a constant state of arousal or concentrating on not fucking everything up. Plus, we had time constraints. I didn’t want to be the reason we went over those time allotments.

A groan slipped from me when the warm spray cascaded over my shoulders, easing the knots that formed there. Pressing my forehead to the cool tile, I took a minute to gather my tattered wits and breathe. The wall kept me steady while I unwound. How did they do this repeatedly? I wasn’t sure I could. The photo shoot was one thing. This... This was a study in torture.

“Hey, sweetness,” Jonesy whispered. “You look tense.”

“Exhausted,” I said. “How do you do this? All the time?”

“I don’t anymore,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my shoulders and neck. “It paid the bills when I needed it, but once I got out, I tried to stay out. Lowe has a way of bringing me back in.”

Yeah, he was very persuasive. “You appeared so relaxed in his office. How did you do that?”

“He’s my best friend in the entire world. The one person I don’t have to keep my defenses up with,” he said. “He could ask me to help him bury a body and I’d come running.”

I chuckled softly. “Yeah, I figured. Can I ask another question?” I turned to face him.

“Anything,” he said, cupping my cheek. I pressed into his palm and sighed. “How do you do it? Getting aroused. Waiting. Doing a scene again. Waiting some more. Doesn’t it hurt?” I hurt.

“Oh, baby, are you achy? Can I help you?” The deep vibration of his voice and the intonation washed over me.

“Please,” I whispered. “I want to come.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” he answered before kissing me.

Then he had me against the wall of the shower, and I was sliding down on his cock. He stretched me open, and I whimpered his name, melting into his embrace. Yes, I thought, this was what I needed.

By the time we emerged from my room, someone had ordered food, and everyone was stuffing their faces. Instead of sitting in my spot, Lowe and Jonesy had me between them while Scott and Cole cuddled. This felt normal. Nice. I liked this. We didn’t have to talk. That night, I fell asleep between Lowe and Jonesy in the master bedroom.

That was an adventure.

The next day was a rinse and repeat of the day before. I went to class and when I was done, I met everyone at the house to go to the studio. We had a time we had to be there, so the sooner we left, the sooner we could start.

When we stepped into the room, I was surprised by how much it looked like Lowe’s office. Sure, not everything there, but what we needed was. Again, Cole, Scott, and I sat and watched Lowe and Jonesy work. Images from last night popped into my mind as I waited. The way Jonesy held me in place and the sounds he made. The way he turned me inside out with his groans and whispered pleas. I shivered, wanting more of him.

“Want to share with the class?” Scotty teased.

“Just thinking about last night,” I said.

“Oh, yeah?” Cole whispered.

I inclined my chin.

“Anything in particular?” Scott prodded.

“Nothing like what’s about to happen right now.” I motioned to the scene.

It began as it ended yesterday in the office, Jonesy on Lowe’s lap, only they went for it. Lowe pushed him to the floor. In a flash, Jonesy had Lowe’s pants open, and his mouth covered Lowe’s cock. The growl he let loose shook me. A shiver worked down my spine as he moaned, fisting his hand in Jonesy’s hair. The way he fucked the man’s face left me enraptured. I sat forward. My breathing turned shallow. My heart rate slowed. I couldn’t look away, even when Jonesy gagged, then went right back at it, taking all of Lowe’s massive dick.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

Arousal pinged through me. They were hot. Like I’d seen them together last night, but it was slow, erotic. They had a fluidity I couldn’t wrap my mind around, and when I joined them, their connection passed to me. A lump lodged in my throat as I watched them. An echo of their touch caressed my skin, causing goosebumps to form in the memory's wake. However, it was when Lowe pushed into Jonesy’s ass, I rubbed my thighs together. The core deep pulse of need brightened by the second.

I took a shaky breath, trying to settle down, but nothing about watching them was settled or even relaxed. They fucked like champs. They worked together. The push-pull of their relationship was amazing to watch and when Jonesy came, taking Lowe with him, I had to move. I was too ramped up. Too needy. Too on edge. A live wire ready to spark.

“Easy,” Cole whispered, brushing a kiss over my temple. “We’ll get you there. Don’t worry.”

Oh, I wasn’t worried at all. On the contrary. If they didn’t get their hands on me soon, I was sure I’d explode. Lowe sagged where he sat while Jonesy took a moment as well. They both appeared spent and so damn sexy I couldn’t look away. As if realizing I was looking at them, Jonesy glanced in my direction and winked.

I was done for.

Twenty minutes later, it was our turn. We started at the desk, only this time, Cole and Scott expressed their appreciation for the banging librarian who helped them out. I’d have laughed at how corny the line was, but I was so spacy from watching Jonesy and Lowe, I was too afraid to mess up.

We snuck off to the stacks which were in the other room ready for us and holy shit... I glanced around lost for a second because I’d have sworn we were back at the college. When Monty called action, I didn’t need to see a replay of the scene with Lowe and Jonesy; it was permanently seared into my brain. In our scene, we watched Lowe and Jonesy from the stacks, taking quick peeks while Cole and Scott tempted me with kisses and sweet words.

Getting naked was a study in tempo and pacing. A shirt here. A skirt there. Jeans. Shoes. The minute Cole went to his knees in front of me and Scott entered me from behind, I detonated. I couldn’t help it. I was so turned on and primed, I was sure all it would take was the glide of Cole’s finger over my clit to set me off. Scott’s cock worked though. I shook and shuddered as Cole sucked my clit into his mouth while fisting his cock.

Each movement was perfect. Scott palmed my breasts, keeping me where he wanted me while Cole continued to eat my pussy while teasing Scott. The erotism of the scene spun out until everything disappeared around us. I knew what we were supposed to do, but I got lost in them and the recollection of Lowe and Jonesy. Nothing about what was happening in that room at that moment, was acting. It was raw carnal hunger. A shared manifestation of being so damn hot and bothered, we ignited and caught fire.

Scott and Cole shared me between them. Switching positions with such a seamless smoothness we never missed a beat. My breathing came in soft pants. Their kisses tasted of desperation and sweat. We were slick, covered in my cum. I was filthy and I loved it. When Scott came inside me first then Cole on my tits and stomach, a deep seated satisfaction overtook me. I trembled in their arms, waiting for the minute Monty yelled cut.

Behind us, clapping began. I glanced over my shoulder. There, near the back, stood Jonesy and Lowe. They’d joined us at some point. I exhaled and grinned. Pleasantly sated and exhausted.

Now that was fun.

An hour later, Lowe and I finished the first scene we’d done. Still a little weak kneed, don’t tell him I said so, but he looked the same, I went to my knees in front of him. “Library Lovers’ Day, huh...” He grunted, pulling his cock from his pants. “How about you love me more than your little admirers do.”

The scene played out, sucking his cock until, like he promised, he bent me over his desk and fucked me. He flipped me over, that damn mask in the way of me gazing into the eyes of the man I’d fallen for over the time we’d spent together. He stared down at me with eyes swirling with arousal and something else that caused the corner of his eyes to crinkle. When he came this time, he pulled out, painting his cum all over my torso and I fucking loved it.

“That’s a wrap.”

“Hell yeah.” Lowe raised the mask and grinned at me before kissing me senselessly. “Let’s go home.”