Lennox
That was a terrible fucking idea.
Watching Jace fake fuck Adriana was a torture I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.
It was fake. I knew the entire time it was fake. It wasn’t jealousy. It was more like envy. Envy that it wasn’t me pulling those erotic sounds and sexy faces from Jace.
Adriana was flat on her back, one leg up in the air as Jace’s center rammed up against hers. The moaning, the grunting, everything looked and sounded perfect and it all felt so real.
I can’t even imagine how good the scene will come out after it’s edited.
The scene cuts and Pierre is pleased but nothing like when Jace and I finished our scene.
Ha. In your face, Adriana.
Okay, seriously. I didn’t really mean that. She’s nice. But I like being the center of attention. At least the center of his attention.
“Lennox, you’re up,” Wren calls out as Jace steps off set.
“That was good.” I say as Jace sits in his designated actors chair. I stand, untie my belt, and shrug the robe off my shoulder. I toss it at him, angling my naked body in his direction as I lean forward and whisper, “Not as good as when it was you and me though.”
I swear to god he bloody blushes and I’m branding that look to my memory bank for the rest of my life.
My toes dig into the carpet of the man made bedroom set. I roll my neck and round my shoulders, rehearsing the lines I use to bring out my American accent and stand near the edge of the bed.
The moment the word ‘action’ blares out in Pierre’s thick french accent, I warp myself into the dominant mindset of a reckless rockstar.
I knee into the mattress, laying myself in between the girls. I pull Lucy on top of me as she lifts one leg and straddles me while Melanie kisses me.
The girls do exactly what they were told to do in the scene while I keep my hands planted on Lucy’s hips as she controls the rhythm.
My tongue runs along the seam of Melanie’s lip, she tastes sweet like cherries.
It’s not bad, but it’s not that sharp, delicious mint flavor of those masculine lips that I’m craving.
I side-eye a glance where Jace is sitting as he watches us intently. His thick jawline is sharp as glass, chin high, body rigid. It’s the first time I see a type of dominance from him I didn’t expect and it feeds my fucking desire like nothing else.
Forcing my attention back to the scene and I kiss Melanie harder, wrapping one hand around her nape to pull her closer, pretending it’s mint and not cherries overwhelming my senses. I moan out loud at the thought, rolling my hips with hers.
Pulling back, I keep my eyes trained on the woman grinding on top of me but my periphery is focused on the broody blond in the background behind her, arms crossed, jaw tight.
The idea that he might be jealous makes me feral. I grip Lucy harder, hiss through my teeth and groan. “Fuck yes, just like that. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Cut!” Pierre calls out. “That’s a wrap for the day.”
The scene ends abruptly and I blink myself back to reality, which is dreadful considering the way Jace’s chest is heaving with daggers for eyeballs.
“Ladies, are you okay?” Wren asks and both actresses smile back and nod before they step off stage grabbing their robes.
I sit up as a crew member brings me mine, then stand, wrapping the belt around my waist. I’m smiling, proud of myself, proud of both of us, for getting through the scenes today but it fades the moment I glance in his direction, because Jace is nowhere to be seen.