6. Lee
6
LEE
I pushed a hand through my hair before I opened the door to the makeup trailer. I had waited all day to make sure she was alone in there—and now that I had an hour before my next scene, I intended to make my move.
Ever since I’d laid eyes on the new makeup girl, Maya, yesterday, she had been stuck on my mind in a way that only one thing could exorcise.
Making her mine.
I could already hear my agent inside my head, warning me off doing anything stupid—reminding me, in all the ways she could, that fucking someone on-set would only cause more problems than it was worth, and that I needed to keep my dick in my pants and focus on getting the job done. And sure, she might be right, but that only made the temptation a million times more intense.
It had always been my addiction, getting women like this. I’d lay eyes on a girl and I’d know in that moment that I wasn’t going to able to rest until I fucked her. It was almost as though I could see her in the throes of pleasure in that instant, could hear the little moans she would make when she was reaching her release. Hardly the most professional way to approach any interaction, but hey, if it worked, it worked.
Lucky for me, I had signed an ironclad contract with the studio that would make certain I couldn’t be tossed off this project, no matter how many women I went after. The studio had put their foot down after the first movie, telling me that I needed to keep my dalliances with women off-set for the time being. I had been a good boy—I had done just that. But now, with all the stress of this project hanging over my head, and the introduction of a fucking gorgeous new makeup artist, I knew there was only one thing that would ease the tension building up inside of me.
I had grabbed a couple of coffees so I at least had something of a pretense to come see her—pushing open the door, I held one out to her as I stepped inside, and she glanced around from where she had been fiddling with something over on the makeup table.
“Oh, hey,” she greeted me, glancing down at the coffee. “I—do you need something?”
“Thought you could use a caffeine hit,” I replied, nodding down at the cup. “I know we had an early start this morning.”
She blinked at the cup for a moment, clearly baffled.
“Uh, this is…for me?”
“Unless you expect me to shotgun two coffees right here in front of you, yeah.”
She flicked her gaze up to mine, those sharp green eyes meeting mine for a second. There was something knowing about the way she looked at me, as though she could tell what I was here for. But shit, if that made it easier to get what I wanted, I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
“Thanks,” she muttered, and she reached for the coffee in my hand, our fingertips brushing together for a moment. She leaned back against the desk, resting her elbow behind her—the motion stretched out her neck slightly, and the slightly-freckled skin that showed over the top of her tee was hard to look away from.
“Why are you acting so suspicious?” I laughed as I leaned up against the door and took a sip of my coffee. “I didn’t poison the damn thing.”
“Because I don’t expect movie stars to be playing coffee boys,” she shot back.
I chuckled. “Yeah, well, I thought it would be nice to welcome you to the set. Given that you just started here, and all.”
“You do this for all the new arrivals?”
“The hot ones, yeah.”
A slight pinkness started to inch up her cheeks, and she looked away from me, but I couldn’t help but notice the small smile on her face. Oh, yeah, she might want to pretend that she was totally in control here, but she was starting to feel the chemistry between us.
“You really shouldn’t be hanging out here,” she remarked, managing to look up at me again.
“Why not?”
“You must have better places to be.”
“I have an hour between now and my next scene call,” I replied. “Don’t worry, I’m all yours.”
She laughed, shaking her head and glancing down at the coffee again. I cocked my head to the side.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re just—you’re just ridiculous,” she blurted out, finally.
“Ridiculous? How so?”
“You come in here, talking like you’re the star of some cheesy erotic thriller,” she continued, waving her hand at me. “And bringing me coffee, and flirting, and…”
“Hey, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting,” I reminded her. “You really had to adjust my hair yesterday, after you said you were all done?”
She didn’t have a comeback to that, and she knew it. She parted her lips, trying to come up with something to throw back in my face, but she came up short.
“That was different,” she protested.
“Oh, yeah? How so? Enlighten me,” I teased her.
“Because I was doing my job.”
“And I’m just doing mine,” I replied. “Making sure we have a good working relationship.”
She snorted slightly. “Oh, yeah, I’ve heard about the kind of working relationships you have with women.”
“You have?”
“I looked you up last night, after I got off from work,” she confessed, and the color in her cheeks deepened slightly.
“Oh, did you now? So I was on your mind after you left set?”
“I was curious,” she replied with a shrug, as though it should have been obvious. “Given how hard you were coming on to me.”
“Wanted to see if you had any competition?”
She raised her eyebrows at me, smirking. “Wanted to see if that was something you did to every girl you came across. And it seems like it very much is.”
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“As long as you keep the coffees coming, I don’t see why it would be.”
She took a sip of her drink, her lips gliding along the top for a moment. I couldn’t help but notice the soft curve of her mouth, and I could already imagine how good it would feel planted against mine. And, as far as I could tell, she wasn’t in any hurry to kick me out or tell me to get lost. No, she seemed to be enjoying the attention, and I wanted to see just how much more I could coax out of her if I played my cards right. I had a whole hour, after all. And I was sure there was a lot more I could tease loose from her if I tried.
“So that’s what this is about, huh?” I remarked as I took a step toward her, closing the distance between us slightly. “You want me to keep the caffeine coming, and you’ll be good with me hanging around?”
“Well, I’m going to have to see you when you come in to get your makeup done,” she pointed out, almost casually.
“What do you think about it right now?” I asked, and she shifted toward me slightly, peering at my face and narrowing her eyes.
“It looks like it held up pretty well so far,” she remarked. “Could be better, of course, but then, I didn’t do it, so that’s to be expected.”
“You rate your skills that highly?” I chuckled.
“Of course I do,” she shot back, as though daring me to disprove her. “How else would I have ended up working here?”
“I like that confidence,” I remarked. “You need that in this business.”
We were standing just a couple of feet apart now, and she was still gazing up at me—she hadn’t looked away in a long time, and there was something undeniably heavy in the air between us. I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t know where it would take us, but I knew I wanted to find out.
“Oh, yeah? And you’re confident, are you?”
I grinned. “Of course I am. Confident in all my skills, actually.”
“All of them?”
I flicked my tongue over my lips. We were in that delicate place now, where I had to be seriously careful where I stepped—she was flirting back at me, but we were still at work, and one wrong move could land either me or her in the midst of trouble we couldn’t get away from.
“All of them.”
Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.
“I don’t know, I’ve seen your movies,” she countered. “You’re good, but…”
“Oh, I’m not talking about the stuff you see in my movies,” I teased her slightly, shifting my weight so we were a bare inch or two apart. Her lips parted slightly, and it took everything I had in me not to sink my mouth into hers then and there, just to see how she’d react.
“Oh, no?”
“No,” I murmured. “I’m talking about an entirely different set of skills.”
“Like what?”
I lifted my hand, letting it graze across the back of hers for the barest instant—her eyes widened when she felt the connection of my skin to hers, a jolt of electricity passing between the two of us. I could linger in this moment forever, this moment where the two of us were alive with crackling chemistry—but as my mind spun with ideas of just how I could please her, I knew that I had to see how far I could take this.
“I prefer to show, not tell,” I murmured. “You down for that?”
Her breath was coming in short, sharp bursts now, slightly unsteady, as though she could hardly believe that I was asking her this—I half expected her to hand the coffee back to me and tell me to get the hell out of here, before we both got busted in the middle of doing something we couldn’t take back. But then, as her eyes slowly traced their way up to mine once more, I could see the want written all over her face.
And I knew nothing would hold it back.
She had hardly nodded once by the time I plucked the coffee from her hand, pulled her against me, and kissed her hard. She sank into me like this was what she had been waiting for since the moment I stepped into this trailer—since the moment she first laid eyes on me on set yesterday. I didn’t know how far this would go, how much we would get away with before we were busted, but right then and there, I didn’t care.
She gasped against my mouth as I lifted her onto the table behind her, pushing my knee between her legs to part her thighs—she was wearing this little skirt that rose up over her hips as she moved in toward me, and I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs, letting my fingertips trail toward her hips.
Her skin was soft, like velvet beneath my touch, and her lips parted as I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I could already feel myself stirring to hardness just from a kiss, but honestly, I wanted to put my money where my mouth was and show her the skills I had been so insistent on telling her about. Letting my mouth fall to her neck, I traced my lips to that spot just below her ear, and her back arched as she pressed herself into me with a helpless neediness. I grinned against her neck—the way she whimpered as the arousal got the better of her, I could already tell I was going to be addicted.
Outside, the bustle of the set was still carrying on as normal—someone could walk in here at any moment, and we would be exposed, caught in the act. Which should really scare me, but honestly, it just served to turn me on even more. As much as I loved a regular hookup, there was something about getting into a risky situation like this that made it all the hotter to me. The way her hands were sliding along my back to pull me against her, I could tell she felt the exact same way.
I continued my journey down, kissing along her throat and down to the curve of her breasts—I pushed my hand beneath her shirt and under the small bralette she was wearing, palming her swollen nipples for a moment before I dropped to my knees between her legs.
“What are you doing?” she gasped as I trailed my lips along the inside of her thigh.
“Showing you my skills,” I reminded her, flashing a glance in her direction. Without breaking her gaze for a moment, I planted my lips against her panties, inhaling the deliciously musky scent of her for a moment, and she let out a groan as she shifted herself to the very edge of the table so I could have all the access to her I needed.
As much as I would like to tease this out a little longer, see how much I could make her beg, we didn’t have time for that right now. Pulling her panties to the side, I took a second just to admire the sight of her pussy, laid out in front of me like that—the puff of dark hair on her mound, her slick folds, the dark pink of her lips. Without another moment’s wait, I planted my mouth against her and started to eat her out like she was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands sliding to my head to hold me in place as my tongue slipped between her folds to find her clit. I wanted to make her come, and I was willing to do anything it took to get her over the edge—the thought of getting her off, right here at work, where anyone could overhear us, was making it hard for me to think straight, my cock throbbing beneath my pants.
I stroked along her clit with my tongue a few times before I sealed my lips around her and began to apply a gentle sucking pressure. I could feel her thighs starting to squeeze around my head as her fingers raked through my hair, her body beginning to buck against my mouth. She was moaning with each breath now, a little lingering gasp that spoke to how much this was turning her on—anyone walking by the trailer right now could hear it, if they knew what they were listening for. I lapped against her clit a couple times before I allowed my tongue to stray south, teasing at her slit for a moment before I returned my attention to her swollen nub.
She was starting to get a little louder now, and as much as I enjoyed listening to the sounds she made, I knew it was risky—I reached up and slipped a hand over her mouth, keeping her quiet as I sucked on her clit again, rolling her gently between my lips. I moved my other hand beneath her ass, pulling her onto me, filling my senses with her musk—I wanted to lose myself in her, to make this the only thing she could think about for the rest of the day, hell, the week.
The insides of her thighs were beginning to twitch, a sure sign that she was getting close to the edge. I flattened my tongue, stroking it against her clit, massaging her pussy with my mouth, determined to feel her reach her release…
And at last, she did. Her legs squeezed either side of me, and I felt her pussy spasm beneath my tongue for a moment as the vibrations of her moans played out against my hand—I didn’t move my mouth, teasing out every drop of pleasure that I could, not ready for this to be over until she couldn’t take any more.
Finally, once the spasms of her pussy had begun to calm down, she pushed my head away to catch her breath—and I moved up to kiss her once more, the taste of her wetness still on my lips as our tongues found each other again. She pulled her knees up, clearly ready for more, those delicious little moans sounding against my lips as though she could hardly contain herself. I reached down for the zipper on my pants, ready to slide it down and take my cock into my hand so we could do what both of us so clearly wanted to do right now…
But before I could, both of us heard voices approaching the trailer, and we sprang apart at once. I quickly drew my hand over my mouth, trying to clear away the remnants of her wetness that were still written all over me. She pulled down her skirt and hopped from the table, adjusting herself as best she could and busying herself with arranging some pieces on the counter in front of her. I grabbed for my coffee and made my way toward the door, as though I had just been in the process of leaving, when it opened all of a sudden, revealing Paula, the head makeup artist, on the other side.
“Oh, there you are, Lee,” she remarked as she glanced up at me. “Just where I wanted you. The director wants you back on set in ten minutes for some lighting tests, so I’m going to fix up your—hey, Maya, are you okay?”
“Mhm!” Maya squeaked back, still not looking over at us. I had to bite back a smirk. It was clear she didn’t entirely know how to cope with what had just happened between us, but that was fine. I knew it had been good— damn good, actually—and it would only be a matter of time before she came back, wanting more, wanting to pick up right where we had left off.
“I’m just going to—uh, get something to eat,” Maya continued as she rushed past me and Paula, not looking at either of us.
“See you later, Maya,” I called after her. She seemed to start slightly at the sound of her name on my lips, but she didn’t glance back in my direction, probably worried that she would give away whatever had just happened here between us. She closed the door, and Paula peered after her for a moment, slightly nonplussed.
“You think she’s alright?” she asked, frowning, and I nodded.
“I think she’s fine,” I assured her. “Just got a lot on her plate right now, what with starting on such a big set.”
“You’re probably right,” she agreed with a sigh. “God, I forget how hard it can be for these new girls to work with big stars like you…”
I bit back a smirk.
“Yeah,” I replied. “But I try to make it as easy as I can for them.”