Trent
It didn’t go unnoticed that at the mention of “film crew” Molly tensed up. Her shoulders rolled back, she fisted the cloth napkin in front of her, and her face paled. How I wish this wasn’t the location shoot and just a quaint resort we had traveled to.
Molly and I had just begun relaxing with one another—something we both needed and now that was all going to change. If I could have grabbed her hand and bolted out the back door, I would have. But, Jerry and Raven spotted us and began to walk to our table.
Reaching across it, I placed my hand over Molly’s and gave it a squeeze. She needed to know no matter what was said, it was her I wanted to be with and get to know. Raven could be the biggest bitch, and I had no idea what would spew out of her artificially enhanced lips.
“Trent,” Jerry said as he stood at our table with Raven. “You missed the production meeting... and several of my calls.”
“Sorry, time slipped away. I’ll catch up... I always do.”
Raven leaned down exposing her ample cleavage. “We’re going to have a fun shoot. There were some changes made to the script.” She glanced at Molly. “You might not even need to be there.”
What the hell was she talking about? I didn’t give a fuck about the script. One of my strengths was being able to memorize lines within minutes, but telling Molly she didn’t need to be there? That I wouldn’t let slide.
“Why would you say that, Raven?” I asked with snark. “Did they recast your role?”
Her eyes narrowed, and before she could say anything Jerry stepped in. “Trent, attending production meetings are essential. Raven is right, changes have been made. The script is being reworked. As far as...” He glanced at Molly who looked like she was ready to excuse herself from the table. “Your fluffer...” My eyes cut to Molly just as she winced at her title. “If you need her then bring her. Just remember this isn’t a vacation. You’re here to work. Understand?”
Jerry knew without me, this movie would flop. Yes, Raven was popular, but I was the one women wanted to watch fuck not her. Most people thought men were the higher demographic for porn, which in some cases was true, but any movie I starred in raised the female numbers.
Deciding to appease him, I nodded. “Yes, again, I apologize.”
“See you on set tomorrow morning. You’ll receive the new script then.” Jerry turned and walked away with Raven by his side.
Molly attempted to pull her hand from mine, but that forced me to tighten my hold. “Don’t let her bother you.”
“It’s not just her, Trent. You are here on business, and I don’t want you to jeopardize anything for me.”
“Believe me, everything is fine. Script changes happen all the time. It’s all good... now, where were we?”
The rest of our evening went smoothly. After we ate, Molly and I went back to our room. Rather than strip her naked like my brain encouraged me to do, we sat on the bed and talked. “Where are you originally from?” she asked steering our small talk into a more personal discussion.
“Indiana.”
“How did you end up in Los Angeles?”
“I wanted to be an actor.” Her silence meant she wanted more information. It wasn’t hard to predict her next question would be how I ended up doing porn to begin with. So methodically and without emotion, I explained how hard it was when I had arrived in California. “In all honesty, when I was offered my first adult film role I truly felt it would only be temporary...” I raked my hand through my hair with a shrug. “I still do. This really isn’t something I want to do for a career or long term.”
“Then why not look for something else?”
“I do. But I guess unless it’s a major motion film, I rather make more money doing what I know than appear in a box office flop that would be nothing but a blemish on my resume.”
“Porn wouldn’t be?” she asked with raised brows.
“Not for Trent Baker, the real me.”
“Ah. Got it.” I could tell the conversation made her uncomfortable, so I threw the ball in her court. “Tell me more about Molly Higgins.”
With a shy smile, she shared that her parents just celebrated their thirty-seventh anniversary and her older sister lived in San Francisco with her husband and their three kids.
It didn’t go unnoticed through the look on her face that Molly longed for that type of love and connection with someone. When she spoke of marriage and finding that one person to share a life with, I wanted to throw my hand in the air like a kid in class imploring the teacher to pick him.
Never had I ever desired or even thought about marriage, but in the short amount of time I’d spent with Molly, she was starting to change all of that.
She let out a yawn and looked at the clock. More time had passed than I thought. We both had an early call time in the morning, so it was best to get some sleep.
“Want to get ready for bed?” Molly nodded, but then glanced around the room. “If you don’t want to share the bed, I can have a cot brought in for me.”
“No, I want to sleep next to you. But, I am tired.”
I leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad because I want to hold you tonight if that’s okay with you.”
“Yes, it’s more than okay.”
Thank fuck. Molly got up, grabbed her pajamas before going into the bathroom to change. Since my pajamas consisted of nothing, I decided to at least put on a pair of boxer shorts because it was going to be hard enough laying next to Molly without being able to bury my cock inside of her and being naked wouldn’t help that cause.
Once we were both settled between the sheets, I rolled to my side, wrapped my arms around her, and spooned her body. She smelled like vanilla with a hint of eucalyptus—most likely from our bath. It took everything in my power not to groan in frustration. I silently told my dick to calm down.
“Good night, Molly.”
She shimmied her body closer to mine forcing me to hitch my hips back to hide my straining erection. “Good night, Trent. Thank you for dinner.”
I kissed the back of her head. “My pleasure.”
***
The past few days have been long and routine. Molly and I would go to the set, I’d get through hair and makeup, and we’d jump into our roles. Raven would do her damnedest to get me hard but would fail without Molly’s assistance, a fact I knew Molly relished.
Then we’d either go out to dinner or order room service. We had sex twice, but it wasn’t frenzied like the last time. Just as we took our time getting to know each other, we took our time exploring each other’s bodies.
Of course, Molly told me even though the night I penetrated her ass with the tip of my finger sent her over the edge, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. But, I wanted to make every part of her mine.
When I received the new script, I read through most of it and skimmed the end. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. No long monologue that needed to be memorized. Maybe if I had been playing a lawyer or a doctor, that would have been the case, but this shit was easy. Plus, I could ad-lib better than some of the cheesy lines that were written for me.
Today’s shoot was long and structured. If Jerry yelled cut one more time, I was going to lose my shit. I was sure Raven flubbed her lines on purpose to get a rise out of me, but it backfired because every time she needed a break, or to fix her false eyelash, was one more time I could have Molly touch me.
We went beyond her just looking at me to help the blood flow to my dick. I’d stroll up to her, she’d reach down and wrap her petite hand around my shaft and it would jump to life. The woman had me wishing she was my costar and not Raven. The only difference was, and I knew it sounded like a double standard, but there was no way I’d want anyone to witness what Molly looked like when she came apart in a blissful orgasm. That was reserved just for me.
During my first day on set, and what I should have received at the meeting... had I attended, was proof that I was clean. We were required to get tested by a doctor every few months. Normally, it was right before a shoot. But because I had just filmed a movie prior to this one, my records were still up-to-date. In my head, I knew I was fine because I never went without a condom. And now that Molly was in my life, I didn’t want any barriers between us. After the past few days, I was finally ready to broach that subject with her.
Once we wrapped for the day, I planned a romantic evening with Molly. I had the restaurant create various dishes including strawberries and cream for dessert and delivering it to our room. For the past few hours, I had pictured painting her nipples with the sweet white confection and licking it off while she writhed beneath me begging me to fuck her.
Molly was in the bathroom when I let room service in. Two servers appeared. One rolled a cart covered in white linen with silver cloche covered plates and two white tapered candles on it. The other carried a silver bucket with a bottle of wine buried in ice. One of the guys lit the candles, and I slid them both a twenty before they headed out the door.
When Molly emerged, she gasped at the romantic display. “I thought we’d stay in tonight. What do you think?”
The aroma coming from the food filled the room. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.” She lifted one of the cloches exposing a petite filet and seasonal vegetables. Molly leaned forward and inhaled. “It smells divine.”
Being famished, it didn’t take long for us to finish and once done Molly placed her hand on her flat stomach. “I’m stuffed.” She laughed. “I don’t remember the last time I had something so good in my mouth.” I arched a brow forcing her to amend her claim. “You know, what I mean.” Laughing again, she blushed.
I had turned on a Bluetooth speaker playing my favorite playlist through dinner, but now that we were done eating, I stood and extended my hand to her. “Dance with me?”
Molly nodded and placed her hand in mine. Pulling her up until we were in proper dancing formation, we began to sway to the music.
“Thank you for this, Trent. I’m so glad you’ve shown this side of yourself.”
“I’ve barely breached the surface. There’s so much more I want to do with you.” That was the truth too. And I wasn’t even talking about all the sexual things I wanted to do with her. Just seeing the world through her eyes and experiencing things as a couple made me happy.
We hadn’t discussed what would happen beyond our contract, and I hoped that wouldn’t be necessary. Going back to the way things were prior to all of this wouldn’t suffice. Now that I had a taste of her, there was no fucking way I’d ever let her go.
“So, you’re stuffed? Couldn’t eat another bite?” I teased knowing we still had dessert to enjoy.
She furrowed her brows. “What are you up to?”
“Allow me.” I stopped our dance and uncovered the strawberries topped with whipped cream. “I thought since you’re full, I could eat this off of you.”
Molly’s chest rose and fell. Her nipples pebbled behind the cotton of her T-shirt. Nothing was more satisfying to me than knowing how much I turned her on. There was no doubt in my mind that if I snaked my hand between her legs she’d be soaked.
“I think I’d like that.”
Without haste but with care, I stripped her out of her clothes, scooped her up placing her on the center of the bed, and rolled the cart within reach.
I plucked a berry from the bowl by the small green stem, swirled it in the cream, and offered her the fruit. She took a small bite, and I double-dipped it before dotting her nipples with it. Molly’s eyes never left mine when it was my turn to have a taste. I lowered my mouth to one of her tits and sucked, causing her to gasp.
My plan of romantic foreplay wasn’t going to last long. Once again my endurance failed me when it came to Molly. “I want to make love to you, and I don’t want anything between us. I’m clean, Molly. Let me. Just you and me... no barriers. I need to feel your warmth surround my bare skin. I received documentation from the doctor if you need proof.”
She reached for the buttons on my shirt, but before she could even slide one disc through the hole, I stood, yanked it over my head and stripped. Molly spread her legs as an invitation and answer to my question. There was no need to prepare her since I could see her perfectly pink pussy glistening with arousal in the candlelight.
I slid in on a moan. “Fuck, it’s never felt so good. Jesus, you’re so damn tight and hot.”
Molly smiled. “Make love to me, Trent.”
I did as she asked and made love to her like I never had before. My hips moved in perfect synchronization with hers. It was as though we had been together for years rather than days.
Every time I thrust forward, her eyes fluttered closed. “Let me see those pretty baby blues. Look at me, Molly.” Her dark lashes slowly lifted and her eyes met mine. It was then I knew I could get lost in them forever.
She licked her lips before rolling them between her teeth. “You’re beautiful, Molly.” Her body shuttered through her release, and I wasn’t far behind. Sated, I stared at her, tucked an errant strand of her hair behind her ear, and kissed the tip of her nose.