Jace
“Get over here,” Lennox says sans his British accent sounding just like Ryan, as he wraps his fingers around my neck and pulls me toward the three girls currently kissing each other on the oversized bed on set.
“You said you would help me.” The back of his knees hit the side of the bed and he sits down, his face lining up with my belly button as he starts to unbutton my pants.
“Take this off,” he says as he tugs at my shirt.
I crisscross my arms at the bottom hem and slowly lift it up over my head, tossing it to the ground behind me.
I was told that James’ initial behavior was cautious and skeptical, but he was always keeping an eye out for Ryan so he more often than not tagged along with what Ryan was doing.
Orgies being one of them.
Not that he minded them much since he realized he developed more-than-friendly feelings for Ryan, but I still need to play the part of James being unsure of his surroundings.
“Are you sure we should be doing this?” I lean down, whispering to him.
He unzips my fly, pulling my pants down to my ankles, then cups in between my thighs, giving the appearance he’s grabbing my dick.
With the camera angle, you can only see his wanton expression and general hand placement, as he gazes up at me.
“You don’t want this?” He squeezes at the apex, dangerously close to my cock, signaling the timing of my response. My mouth drops open as I flinch and groan, my body shifting back and forth rhythmically, like he’s stroking me.
“Oh my god, watching you guys is so fucking hot,” one of the girls says as she kneels behind Lennox, her hands caressing his arms and shoulders. Her tongue runs along his earlobe and she puckers her lips, kissing his skin.
Clenching my jaw, I fist the side of my hip, my knuckles probably blanching white as she runs her hands all over him.
Why do I hate that she’s touching him?
His eyes flicker down at her hands, then back up at me. He immediately stands, wrapping his hand around my neck and pulls his face flush against mine.
“We’re famous rockstars now. These girls are dying to be with us.” His lips are hovering over mine, his hand still in a perfect jerking tempo at the top of my thigh. “Are you going to help me please them?”
My mouth drops open again and my eyes squeeze shut.
Not necessarily an act.
His voice is so deep and his American accent adds something even sexier to his words. I nod my head, answering his question.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His eyes bounce between my eyes and lips. “Did you know you have the sexiest, most desperate fuck-me face when you’re turned on, James?”
That was not in the script.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss out.
“So goddamn needy.” He slams his lips against mine, swallowing an uncontrollable moan that I hadn’t planned on making.
His tongue darts out at the corner of my mouth, it’s soft and commanding but easily pliable.
He’s taking control of me, one hand still in between my legs, the other at the base of my neck, clutching like he won’t ever let me go.
I reach up, lacing my fingers in his hair and grip hard, finding some sort of foundation in the moment. This time he moans and my dick gets a shock of adrenaline from it.
“CUT!”
Pierre calls out, the one-word demand echoes throughout the set. I swear no one is even breathing, it’s that quiet.
My eyes peel open, just in time to see Lennox’s eyes opening, too. He doesn’t stop kissing me immediately, our eyes stay locked as he slowly finishes the caress of his tongue on mine then finally pulls back.
A crew member brings robes over to the girls and then hands us ours. We step back from each other and slip our arms through, tying the belt in the middle.
I can’t stop looking at Lennox, in awe of his performance and my reaction to him during it. The corner of Lennox’s mouth perks up, his eyes fixed over my shoulder, looking at Pierre.
Following his line of sight, I see Pierre with a smile so big it’s hard to believe that’s the same serious director we’ve been filming with for the last month, high-fiving Wren, also smiling with a proud expression on her face.
“Impeccable!” Pierre yells out and I’ve never seen him so expressive.
My body is thrumming with excitement. This was the first intimate scene and it was better than we could have imagined.
I’m not surprised, yet I’m shocked at how natural it felt and when I turn to look back at Lennox, he looks so pleased and excited he might actually kiss me again.
We step off set and take a seat while they reset the scene and as grateful as I am that we don’t have to continuously refilm those scenes, it’s hard to deny the adrenaline rush I got from it.
Wren comes over praising us and checks in to make sure we’re okay.
“Brilliant, never better,” Lennox replies quickly, still riding the high of the scene.
I chuckle and reply, “What he said.”
“Good, great. I love hearing that.” She glances down at her clipboard, lifting a page.
“The crew is resetting, then we’re filming James’ scene with Adriana.
After that, we’ll film Ryan's scenes with Lucy and Melanie. We’ll have a ghost crew again.
Lennox, we can call you back in when it’s your scene. ”
“He doesn’t have to go.” The words rush out so fast I surprise myself. “I mean, if he doesn’t want to, he can wait in here.”
Lennox’s body stills as he takes me in. “Right, mate. Nothing we aren't seeing up close and personal anyway. We’ll both stay for each other's scenes.” He shrugs like it’s nothing unusual, but by the look on Wren’s face, it’s highly unusual.
“Okay, then. Whatever you’d like.”