Molly
I was dating a porn star. Sure, I hadn’t really answered his question, but after our day in the park, after coming back to the hotel and he made promise to eat my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore, after making love over and over, after he held me in his arms as we slept together all night long, I could no longer deny how much I enjoyed being with him. Each day since had been better than the previous, and deep down I knew what my answer would be.
Tommy was right. This thing between us was too good to end over a technicality such as his job. And as I said that to my reflection while Trent showered, the little devil on my shoulder quipped, “The technicality is that he fucks other women at his job.”
Asshole devil. It always came back to that.
My eyes fixated on his naked torso behind the frosted glass door. I now knew every ripple of muscle. I knew how lightly dragging my teeth over his tip drove him crazy. I knew by saying his name as he ate my pussy, that would only fuel him to keep going and going until I was completely spent.
I knew this man, the good and the bad. The kind heart that hid behind that sinful chest. The intelligent mind eclipsed by his stunning face. I knew him better than anyone, maybe even Tommy. That had to count for something.
“Babe,” he said catching my attention and my obvious perusal of his body. “Hand me that towel.” I grabbed the plush towel and passed it to where he reached for it out of the shower. “Thank you.”
Once it was secured around his waist, he stepped to where I stood near the vanity. “What are going to do today?” he asked while messing with his damp hair.
“I think I’ll crawl up in a comfy chair out back and read. It’s gorgeous out today.” He smiled at my simple response. With a shrug, I added, “It’s something I miss doing since getting here.”
“I get it.” He pecked my lips and said as he walked out, “I shouldn’t be too late. We only have two scenes left.” Those scenes he referred to afforded me the day off. Today the script did not call for him to have sex with Raven. Therefore, my assistance wasn’t needed. When he shared that with me last night while we soaked in the tub, he teased me at failing to hide my elation.
Before jumping in the shower, I waited a few more minutes as he dressed to head for the set. “Okay, see you later?” he asked, taking me in his arms.
“Yes, dear,” I teased, earning me a slap on the ass and a kiss that had my panties damp by the time he was done with me.
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I took a quick shower. Not long after, I fastened my damp hair into a casual ponytail, threw on my favorite jeans and T-shirt, slipped into ballet flats and grabbed my bag. Besides reading, which was something I did daily before Trent but haven’t opened my e-reader since meeting him, I also wanted to take a walk and call Tommy. He deserved an update on my situation and credit for helping me in leaning toward giving us a chance.
Just as I headed for the door, the room phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hi, Molly?” a sweet voice asked. “This is Didi, a production assistant. Can you come to the set? Trent needs you.”
“Um... sure. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Great, I’ll tell him,” she said sounding like she was no older than fifteen.
Disappointment over my free day being sabotaged had me dragging my ass to the set. One of two things must have happened, either they needed to reshoot a scene that Jerry wasn’t happy with, or the queen herself insisted on a reshoot. Most of the scenes were shot in one of the private cabins lining the property, and the rest were shot in a secured area of the woods behind it. Not hearing any voices outside the house, I wrapped on the door waiting for access.
One of the camera assistants opened it with no emotion. His finger immediately covered his lips meaning they were shooting. As quietly as I could, I entered the home and made my way to the master bedroom where I froze in my tracks. There was Raven, wearing a see-through lace robe as she stood beside the bed watching Trent fuck a stunning blonde.
Shards of ice settled in the pit of my stomach with each moment that passed. I watched dumbfounded as he grabbed her thigh and lifted it around his hip to get deeper... something he did with me.
Bile rose as he cupped her face in the same way he cupped mine. Despite her calling to God and begging him not to stop, the look in her eyes couldn’t be faked, I didn’t care how great of an actress she was. And why didn’t he share that she was the reason he didn’t need me today. It wasn’t just that he wasn’t fucking Raven, he was fucking someone else.
The blonde gripped Trent’s ass as she moaned through her orgasm. And based on the way every inch of her entire body responded left no doubt it was indeed real. Seconds later, a shudder traveled through him, the cheeks of his ass flexed beneath her fingers, the muscles in his thighs tightened. And when he arched his back and slowed his thrusts, I knew that was the tell-tale sign that Trent was about to come as well.
I stood stone still watching and listening to him groan during his release. Sure, he had come while fucking Raven more times than I cared to count, but each time he had needed me there to do so. This was different... way different. The broad smile on his face was proof of that.
Jerry called, “Cut! Perfect. One more scene people!” Trent disposed of the condom, helped the blonde to her feet, held her face in his hands, and kissed the tip of her nose. She smiled and whispered something that had him pulling her naked body flush against his when he then kissed the top of her head.
Raven’s icy glare focused on my face as she sported a wicked grin. “Good job, kids,” she said to them in her snooty accent, even as her eyes held mine. “It’s always fun watching you two fuck. It’s probably why you won the award for hottest couple in an adult film.”
The blonde beamed at Raven, but Trent ignored her and turned to take the robe one of the assistants held out for him. Upon seeing me, he smiled and walked to where I stood. “Hey. What are you doing here?” When I didn’t respond immediately, he tipped my chin until my eyes connected with his. “Molly, what’s wrong?”
“Someone named Didi called and said you needed me on set.” His brows pulled together with a confused expression spreading over his face.
“Who?” Trent’s response combined with Raven’s smirk confirmed what I suspected. She wanted me to see this, to watch with my own eyes the chemistry he had with his new costar. It was undeniable, and it hurt more than anything I’d ever witnessed. “Molly, talk to me,” he insisted, grabbing my upper arms with his large hands.
“I have to go.” I twisted from his grip and bolted out of the cabin, not stopping when I heard him call out my name again... not stopping until I got back to our room.
My lungs burned, my eyes flooded with tears, and my heart shattered. Hearing Jerry say they had one more scene bought me just enough time to get out. Without wasting a second, and not wanting to chance a confrontation with Trent, I grabbed my suitcase and threw my clothes into it. Fifteen minutes later, I was in a cab heading back to my normal life.