Molly
Did he just say I had ten minutes? What the hell have I gotten myself into? On one hand, I’d never been so aroused in my entire life. I could only imagine how I would feel if it were my lips Trent kissed, my hips he gripped as he slid inside me. Yet, my brain wouldn’t stop screaming how wrong the whole thing was.
Damn Tommy for talking me into this. Damn Trent for asking. I needed to get the hell out of there. As the director continued to bark orders at everyone around him, I glanced toward the door planning to slip out. I could be halfway to the parking lot before they even noticed I was gone.
Unfortunately, I hesitated long enough for Trent to be beside me in two long strides. “Don’t Molly,” Trent said, gripping my upper arm like he knew my thoughts.
“You lied. You said all I had to do was sit here.” My eyes shifted down to his large cock as it hung between his legs. “Can you put clothes on?”
“I can’t. I only have ten minutes before we roll again. Look, I’m sorry. I have no idea what’s happening, but I do know there’s something about you that helps me.” He looked down, and like a magic trick, he had already hardened in a few seconds. “Makeout with me.”
Even though his command caused a surge of heat to settle in my belly, I twisted from his grip and through clenched teeth whispered, “What? Are you insane?” I wasn’t a prude by any means... no matter what Tommy said. I had my needs, and I liked to consider myself a sexual woman. But I did have my boundaries... ones that had been tested since the moment I officially met Trent Hudson.
“I’m not asking you to give me a handjob or to even touch me below the waist. Just kiss me. I know that will get me where I need to be.” At my hesitancy, he dipped his head until his lips met my ear. “I’m a really good kisser,” he said before placing a long open-mouthed kiss on my neck sucking the tender spot that sent shivers down my spine. He then brought his face nose-to-nose with mine, waited a pause, and gave me a panty-wetting smile. “Yes?”
On its own accord, my head bobbed in silent agreement. There was no delay when Trent wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me flush against his naked body, and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss began slow and methodical but became a torrent of heat and passion that stole my breath and weakened my knees.
One hand molded on my ass, the other gripped my thigh where he hitched my leg around his hip aligning his hardness between my legs. Like a switch that has been flipped, having this sexy as fuck porn star naked against me unleashed my inner slut. The arousal that had been building within me all damn day needed to be released. I felt it everywhere. And at that moment I wondered if I was needed to touch him in other ways, could I still refuse? Hell, if he needed me to fuck him on that sleeping bag, and begged me to, I may have even agreed to that.
“Told you so,” he teased against my lips forcing my eyes to fly open.
Leaving me speechless, he was first to pull away sporting a smug grin, and when he did applause erupted on set. My daze was so heavy, I failed to realize it was us they were clapping for.
“Damn, kids. You sure she isn’t a professional?” Jerry’s eyes cut to Raven, who stood glaring at us with hands on hips. “Maybe I should have the script rewritten into a threesome love triangle? The viewers would eat that shit up.”
Reality quickly set in, and I could feel the blood blazing red in my cheeks. Jerry had to be joking because there was no way on God’s green Earth that I would even remotely consider such a thing... right?
Shit, what the hell was he doing to me?
When Trent looked down at me, his smug smile quickly turned into a devious one. “Not into a threesome with her...” he whispered with a flick of his head toward Raven. “But if we were anywhere else right now, I would have a hard time stopping myself from fucking you.”
And I’d have a hard time saying no.