Chapter 5
Chapter Five
ALEC
We had to switch things up with the scene.
The scene, as if it were the most pivotal thing in the show.
Important, yes, so nobody wanted to completely cut it, but everybody was on board with making the adjustments needed to bring it firmly inside the walls of Vanessa’s comfort level.
Which had changed since the sex tape leak.
The full nudity was out, which meant re-choreographing the whole thing, which Charlotte and the intimacy coordinators worked on. By the time they were done with it, personally I felt like the scene was more in line with Jude and Kami’s personalities. It showcased more of the urgent passion of the moment, how the desire that had been brewing under the surface suddenly overwhelmed their disdain for each other.
And…the new scene gave me a little less to stress about too.
Not acting on sexual urges was the easy part—tamping down the body’s physiological response was much, much harder. With the things that went through my head where Van was concerned, her being essentially fully clothed—her wardrobe change to a dress meant just hiking it up—was definitely a Hail Mary for me.
Even though now I was going to be the one with my whole ass showing.
“ You’re literally leaving me out in the cold by myself on this, ” I wanted to joke with her on set, but it was…sensitive.
I was worried it would be sensitive, more accurately.
So instead of joking to lighten the mood, I opted for simply doing my job as professionally as possible, and hoped we’d still be able to look each other in the eyes after.
By the time we were done, I was more worried about myself than her, in that particular area.
Alone in my bed that night, it was damn near painful not to let my mind wander to being up close and personal with the subject of too many un-prompted fantasies in the playscape of my dreams. Fantasies I’d never had before we started working together.
Before, I could admire the fact that she was just as much of a “baddie” as she claimed and keep it pushing.
Now though?
Shiiiit.
Her fine ass was front and center to the kind of nasty shit that woke you up in a full-blown sweat, and now…I’d kissed her.
Not even the acted-out kiss in the scene, which had been passionate, rough, driven by carnal need.
The other kiss.
The one at her house that she’d begged me for with her eyes and I’d been more than happy to oblige, despite knowing it was a terrible idea.
It was all blended together now.
The taste of her mouth, the heat between her legs, her long nails digging into my skin as I simulated deep-stroking her on the foyer table in the dark. In the scene, there had been a need for quiet, and I went from a hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her moans to my tongue practically down her throat to do the same.
It hadn’t mattered that there was a whole camera and crew two feet away.
The sound of those moans, the clamp of her thighs… shit.
Just the memories were doing some unwanted heavy lifting right now.
In the dark of my bedroom, I grabbed my dick, squeezing to try to get some of the blood to flow away from it.
Terrible idea.
That just seemed to wake it up more , and the urge to just give in to what was happening in my head was… powerful.
Fuck it.
It was way too easy to imagine my hand as Vanessa’s.
My phone rang as soon as the thought crossed my mind.
Shit , I cursed to myself, sitting up like I’d gotten caught. The phone was happily buzzing away on my nightstand, silenced for the night since I was supposed to be asleep.
The name on the screen surprised me.
VK.
Vanessa “Vanity” Kirkland.
The numbers had been exchanged, sure, but she and I didn’t really… talk .
Not like that.
We kicked it on set, at cast parties, all that, maybe even an occasional text.
But her calling me?
That was different.
And a bit worrying.
I grabbed the phone from the charging pad, putting it to my ear as soon as I pressed the button to answer.
“Hello?”
“Damn, you sitting in the dark like that?”
Huh ?
I pulled the phone from my ear, and the barely there visual of Van’s face greeted me, igniting understanding.
Video call.
I tapped a few buttons on my phone, using my “smart” connection to bring up the lights in the room, just enough that she could actually see me.
“Is that better?” I asked, and she smiled at the screen.
“Yeah.”
When she didn’t say anything more than that, my eyebrow hiked. “Uh…everything okay?”
“Sorry.” She laughed. “Yeah. Everything is…fine, I guess.”
“I’ve never heard anyone sound more sure about anything,” I teased, and she shook her head.
“I know, it’s just…shit, now that you answered, this is actually hella awkward. Even more awkward.”
“Even more awkward than…?”
She sighed. “More than… today ,” she replied, shifting her gaze to something off-screen. “That was kinda weird, right? Pretending to hunch like that?”
“ Hunch ?” I laughed, laying back to be in a comfortable position, like it appeared she was. “That’s so childish.”
“You right.”
Damn.
The sound—and visual—of her giggling at that made my chest feel hot.
“I made you uncomfortable?” I asked, and she immediately shook her head.
“Nah, not at all. You were…”
Instead of finishing her statement, she let it trail off, a sly grin replacing her words as she shifted her gaze again, seemingly… embarrassed?
“I was what?” I prompted, wanting to know the rest of that, what could possibly have her lowkey blushing.
“I don’t know,” she whined, wrinkling her nose. “It’s just…I didn’t really know you had all that in you.”
“All what?”
“ The hunching, duh!” She playfully rolled her eyes at the screen. “You like…picked me up, worked up a sweat with those fake strokes…how the hell do you fake that?”
You don’t .
I didn’t say that though, I just shook my head.
“What can I say—I committed to the script, just like all the others.”
“So…you only do it like that when it’s part of a role, is what you’re telling me?”
Eyebrows raised, I met her eyes on screen until again, she looked away. “Van…what’s up with this conversation?”
“I don’t know!” She shrugged. “I just…couldn’t sleep because I have questions, and my mind won’t stop trying to figure them out.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Inappropriate ones,” she was quick to reply. “The kind we…already decided it was probably a bad idea to try to answer.”
“You don’t think it’s a bad idea anymore?”
“Oh, it’s definitely still a bad idea, but…I can’t help wondering. And today, uhh…piqued my curiosity even more. Like…a lot.”
I…had no idea how to respond, to any of this. My dick was certainly still begging for attention though, and the late-night rasp of Vanessa’s voice wasn’t exactly calming it down.
“What are you saying?” I asked, watching her pull her lip between her teeth as she stared at the screen, eyes low.
“I’m saying…my fingers are in my panties right now.”
Goddamnit.
It took everything in me not to end the call.
I couldn’t do the teasing shit with her.
“Van…”
“Yeah, Alec?” she whispered, eyes closed now.
“What the fuck are you doing right now?”
She laughed as she peeled her eyes open to look at the screen. “I’m fighting my mistrust of cameras to try to get you to engage in some harmless mutual self-pleasure with me,” she answered, and I pushed out a deep sigh.
I can’t.
That was what I wanted to say—what my brain was telling me was most likely in my best interests.
But then Van let out this whimper that went straight to my groin, and my hand was wrapped around my dick again before I could even think about it.
“This is dangerous,” I said, more to myself than her—but it didn’t keep me from maneuvering my way into my bottom bedside drawer for a long-abandoned bottle of lube all the way at the back.
“It is,” she admitted, making a show of licking her fingers on screen before returning them to a place that was only for me to imagine. “But isn’t that half the fun?”
“What’s the other half?” I asked, forcing myself to take it slow as I fisted my dick.
“Imagining what’s not on camera. Thinking about…what if this wasn’t just pretend?”
Shit.
Just like before she called, it was way too easy to envision her hand instead of mine. Slightly more complicated to squeeze a little tighter now that I was lubed, and imagine it wasn’t her hand at all, but something so much better.
“I wanna hear it,” I told her.
Because I still had my eyes open, I watched the surprise at that request play across her face.
“ Alec ,” she huffed, and I was quick to explain?—
“I’m not saying show it to me ,” I assured her. “I get why you wouldn’t want to do that, but?—”
“It’s not that .” She giggled. “It’s just…I wasn’t expecting that from you, it’s kinda… bold .”
“Is that a problem?”
“No…”
“Okay then…put her on the phone.”
“ Wow .” She laughed, but…I watched as she adjusted so that it was positioned near her thighs. She was covered in an oversized T-shirt made of thin, flowy fabric her hard nipples were poking through. I could still see her pretty-ass face, but not between her legs, which was fine.
This visual was perfectly erotic enough, especially with the rhythmic movement of her arm as she played between her thighs.
And the sound… shit.
There was no question about her arousal.
“You need at least three fingers,” I told her—once again, her expression told everything on her mind.
“ At least ? It’s like that , huh?” she asked, squirming a little as she made the adjustment.
I understood her potential hang-ups about being exposed on camera but didn’t share them—I moved my phone down too, cranking the sound to the highest volume before propping it up at an angle where she could see exactly what I was doing.
“Oh, damn ,” she muttered. “It is like that.”
I smirked. “Yeah. It is. Put your thumb on your clit,” I told her. “Find the right spot, and…put pressure there, while you’re stroking.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth again, grinning as she followed directions that made her buck off the bed a little, knocking her phone askew.
To arguably the best possible angle.
Now I could clearly see her legs splayed wide, her fingers plunging deep in her pussy.
She’d taken her nails off.
“Van…your camera,” I told her, and her eyes flicked at her screen, surveying the little thumbnail that showed her my view. She stared at it for a moment, hand still moving, then shrugged.
“Fuck it. What next?”
“Your free hand,” I said, coming with an immediate answer, already knowing exactly what I wanted to hear and see. “Under your shirt…grab your nipple. Pinch. Hard. ”
She arched off the bed again, pressing her lips together to stifle a moan.
“Nah, I wanna hear all that too,” I grunted, matching the movements of my hand to what I could see and hear from her. “Let the music play.”
“ Fuck ,” she moaned. “Alec, please .”
“Harder,” I directed, already doing the same thing. “Faster.”
She did.
Mouth open, thighs trembling, shirt hiked halfway up her body giving me a perfect view of her titties as they bounced with every plunge of her fingers. Again, I matched her energy, eyes glued to the screen, not wanting to miss a moment of the pleasure playing out through her body language.
“Do you know how beautiful you look with your fingers in your pussy?” I asked, and halfway wanted an actual answer, cause… shit .
The question must’ve struck a chord with her, because she squeezed her thighs together suddenly, in time with a shriek of pleasure that made my balls go tight.
“ Shit ,” she whimpered, her body rigid as reflexive tremors swept through her, the blissful look on her face prompting a last surge of arousal for me . I quickly closed my hand over the head of my dick, keeping the hot stream of cum from going everywhere except between my fingers.
Then I fell back on the bed, panting.
Damn.
“You have no idea how bad I wanna lick that off you.”
My eyes were closed, but a grin spread over my face at the sound of Vanessa’s voice. When I opened them, I shook my head—my phone was pointed right at my dick, still half rigid, covered in my sticky white nut.
“That’s disgusting, Van,” I teased her as I used my clean hand to move the phone, bringing it back closer to my head. My screen was filled with her pretty ass, flustered face already.
She smirked. “You’re one to talk. I…don’t think a man has ever asked me to put my pussy on the phone just to hear it before.”
“Consider me your first.”
“ That I certainly will.” She laughed. “Very…unexpected.”
“Did I answer any of those questions you said you had?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”
“Why unfortunately ?” I asked, frowning at the phone.
“Because.” She sighed. “The answers have officially made being professional with you that much harder.”