Chapter 1

Bridget

“You taste amazing,” Ben growled into my ear. His hot breath tickled my skin and sent a fluttering warmth through my entire body. “That sex scene was so hot. Fuck, Bridget.”

We were in my dressing room, away from prying eyes. His lips trailed down my neck while his hands cupped my ass. This movie had been the hardest, by far, of my career, and I was glad for it to be almost over. The set was a jumbled mess from filming the explosions, and my back was sore from how many times we had to shoot that damn sex scene.

“Ben,” I moaned. “Right there. Yes.”

“You like my tongue there, baby?”

My hands curled into the fabric of his shirt. The sex scene we’d just finished filming drifted back into mind. His thinly chiseled body had rolled into my hips, and his lips had tasted like silken lust. Even though he had a sock on his dick, I could feel it rock hard against my thigh, and when I grabbed onto his neck to shoot the part where I pressed against his body, I whispered into his ear to meet me in my dressing room.

“These tits, baby,” Ben said. “You’re perfect.”

“I know. I work very hard at it.”

Life as an actress was tough, but the money and glamour that came with it were unmistakably addicting. I had a bitch of an agent that landed me all the right roles, and it provided a certain lifestyle I’d become accustomed to. Men threw themselves at me, and I wielded all the power on a set. If I was tired or thirsty, everything would mechanically come to a halt just to service my needs. In this movie, I was the star, instead of the co-star, and men bowed to my every whim.

It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough of it.

The movie I was shooting was a fast-paced thriller with explosions and a heated love story. My character was an assassin on the run from a past she wanted to forget. She was dodging shady characters and popping up on the doorsteps of people she never thought she’d see again. She stayed away from her parents, who’d taken advantage of her as a child, and ran from alleyway to alleyway, trying to get away from her life.

Her past. Her secrets. I could empathize more with her than people realized.

“Keep going. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Oh, Bridget Meyers begging?” Ben asked. “I like that.”

He thrusted his lips back onto mine before his hands rounded down and cupped my ass. Images of the bed on set and how wonderfully long his legs were against mine slowly faded into the background as Ben pinned me against the wall. The stubble he had to grow out for his scenes today tickled the nape of my neck. His lips left hot trails down my skin while my fingertips raked across the fabric that separated us.

Ever since I’d felt that raging cock grow hard against my leg in that scene, I’d wanted it inside of me. His teeth nipped at my pulse point before his tongue darted out to lick the wound, and finally, I unwrapped my legs from him. This was going way too slow and becoming way too soft. I needed to take matters into my own hands.

I ripped the shirt over his head, watching his chest pant with pleasure. His thinly veined muscles beckoned to my fingertips as I ran them down their divoted trails, and Ben’s eyes were hooked onto me as I fluttered my gaze back up to him. He brought his lips down onto mine, soft and sweet, like I knew he was at heart.

But that wasn’t what I was looking for. That’s not what Bridget Meyers wanted.

“Ben?” I asked.

“Yes, Bridget?”

“Fuck me into that mattress, please.”

I widened my bright blue eyes, and I saw Ben searching them. His eyes grew dark, and his chest puffed out. For a split second, I thought I’d made a bad decision. His hands ran up my body, taking my dress with it before he ripped it over my head, and his hands cupped my cheek as I stood there, bared for him, in nothing but my bra and underwear.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked. His voice was low, like a strummed bass on a concert stage, and my stomach flipped with excitement and anxiousness at the ideas I could see brewing behind his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Hell yes,” I said breathlessly.

All at once, Ben grabbed my body and hoisted it over his shoulder. I giggled with delight while he flopped my body down onto the small bed in the back of the dressing room trailer, and before I could ask him for anything, his lips were pressed into my clothed core. My legs fell open for him, accepting all he had to give me, but when his hands planted into my knees and spread me more, I knew I was in for the ride of my life.

He nuzzled the thin cloth of my panties to the side before his tongue dove into my pussy. He scooped my juices onto his tongue and made a show of swallowing me down. I could feel my tits puckering hard beneath my bra. His hands pushed my knees as far apart as they would go, spreading me for his viewing pleasure and pinning me to the bed. My hands tried to reach for him, but all he did was move out of the way.

“Ben,” I said with a whine.

Without a word, his tongue parted my pussy folds, and he instantly found my swollen clit. His tongue worked it majestically, twirling around it with the tip of his tongue before he sucked it between his lips. My body writhed for him as my growing wetness leaked out onto the bed. My co-star was hot as fuck, with his massive cock and his thin little body, and the juxtaposition of it was almost comical. His shaggy brown hair tickled my stomach while his tongue assaulted my clit, causing me to lock my legs around his head and pull him deeper into me.

I felt one of his hands slide up the inside of my thigh, releasing my leg so I could finally buck into him. I rolled my hips down onto his face, covering him with my juices while his fingertips danced along my skin. I felt a bit of pressure at my pussy, teasing me with an intrusion I so desperately wanted. I sank myself down onto the finger that was waiting for me, and I could feel Ben smirk into my pussy.

“So greedy,” he said.

His tongue continued to circle my clit while his finger crooked itself in all the right places. My body was on fire while my hands dug into the sheets of the mattress, but when I felt another sensation at my asshole, my body suddenly clenched up.

“Oh, we don’t like that, do we?” he asked.

I felt him pull his finger from me before he ran another one up my dripping slit, and for a split second, I was disappointed. I whimpered out into the room, and Ben bit down lightly onto my thigh, but then I felt his fingers dance along my pussy, as well as my asshole.

“Ben. Ben. Oh, yes.”

“Do you want it?” he asked.

“Please,” I said.

“Say it, Bridget.”

“I want your fingers,” I said. “In all the places you’ll give them to me.”

“Perfect.”

He shoved his slick fingers into my pussy and ass before his tongue dove back for my clit. Electricity shot through my veins. and my mouth peeled open in ecstasy. The only thing I could do was buck into his face. My back arched, and my legs shook, falling from around his head and lying helplessly on the sheets. I bobbed and weaved, my body fighting between more and less, yes and no, please and thank you. My eyes screwed shut, and my body began to twitch with every flick of his tongue, but the moment that burning sensation in my hips began to grow, I knew it was almost over for me.

And I didn’t want it to be.

“Please, Ben. Don’t stop. I’ll do anything. Anything. Just don’t stop.”

He took a deep breath and pressed his face into my pussy, and that was my ultimate end. My back arched, and my hands finally found his hair, tugging on his long locks while my hips shook around his lips. His name knotted in my throat, and little silver lines burst in my vision. I heard him humming while he drank up everything that my body provided for him, and when my crashing orgasm was over, my back fell to the bed, and I heaved to catch my breath.

He rushed up my body and crashed his lips onto mine, and all I could do was dart my tongue around his lips and lick myself off him. His hands grabbed onto my body and pulled me towards his raging cock. I could feel him leaking onto my skin, and all he said was one little word.

“Anything?” he asked.

My hands flew to his hair, and my tongue shoved its way into his mouth. I loved the way I tasted on his sweating skin, and I could feel his thick dick lining up with my sopping entrance. The wet spot below my ass was growing with every second, and when Ben’s knee dipped into it, I giggled when he grimaced.

“Well, that just won’t do,” he said.

He picked me up and tossed me onto my feet before he got behind me and pressed my face into the mattress. My ass was raised for his taking while he stroked the head of his cock along the folds of my pussy. His hands tightened in my hair while my legs continued to tremble, causing me to falter ever so slightly before he pushed his cock deep into my body. His cock stretched me until I thought I was going to rip into two, and for a second, he had to stop so I could adjust.

“Where the hell did you get that thing?” I asked breathlessly.

“Good enough for the great Bridget Meyers?” he asked.

The first thrust shook my ass in the air. He cracked his hand down onto one of my ass cheeks, making it jump for his pleasure while I wiggled my pussy around his cock. I wanted him to take this thick dick and ream me into the mattress with it, but he was teasing me, and it was electrifying.

“Beg,” he said.

“Please. Fuck me with this massive cock of yours. Please.”

His thrusts began, sinking deep into me before completely pulling out and pummeling back into my body. The sounds of his skin snapping against mine filled the trailer while it shook on its wheels, and I didn’t care who knew that my costar was fucking me senseless. His dick filled my pussy to the brim while shots of fire burned up my body, and all I could do was lay there and take his punishment in all the best ways possible.

“Shit, you’re so tight. Fuck, yes.”

His hand wrapped tighter into my hair, and he yanked my head back. I felt him descend onto my back while he fucked me like a ragdoll. My juices dripped down his balls, and his stubble rasped against the side of my cheek, driving me wild. He bit into my collarbone, and his hair brushed against my neck, causing my body to tremble. My hips grew sore from his assault. I felt his dick grow with every pump he took inside of me. His tongue danced along the skin of my neck.

Sweat dripped down his body and landed on my back. My legs completely gave out from underneath me. His hands dropped everything and grabbed my hips, hoisting them into the air. His balls smacked hard against my clit. My jaw was unhinged and drool was spilling from my mouth and onto the sheets. I finally felt my body regain some control, and I gripped the sheets and found my footing.

I pushed back into his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust, and soon, his own hips began to stutter. My pussy milked him, squeezing from him everything he had. When my orgasm finally crashed over me, he ripped his dick from my body before I felt thick streams of come land onto my back.

“Oh, Bridget,” Ben said breathlessly. “Fuck me, you’re incredible. My dick was so hard for you.”

I collapsed to my knees when the force of my orgasm was finally over. I could feel his come dripping down my back. I laid there with my head on the mattress, panting and quivering with the pleasure my co-star just gave me. Before I knew it, there was a cool sensation on my back before I was helped into the bed, and the sheets were pulled up onto my body while my eyes slowly fluttered shut.

“I’ll come get you when it’s time for the next scene, all right?”

Ben’s voice was low and soothing in my ear. I was too exhausted to respond. All I could do was nuzzle my cheek into his lips before he gave me a kiss.

“Who would’ve thought that little body had such a dark secret?” he asked. I could feel his smirk against my skin before he kissed me one last time, and I listened as he put his clothes on and shut my trailer door.

What he didn’t understand was that he was right. This body did have a dark secret.

The thing was, he’d come nowhere near discovering it.