Simon
Everyone has that moment in their lives. The moment that changes everything from before to after. From this day on I know my life will always be split into two halves. Before Sierra and After Sierra.
I sit stunned for a minute after Liza interrupts our almost kiss. My entire world has just completely shifted on its axis. It doesn’t revolve around the sun anymore, but around a sweet girl in a horrible situation.
The room around me is innocuous enough, except for the discreetly hidden cameras meant to capture the behind the scenes footage. And Sierra is on her way to another room with not so discreet cameras in it. The sum total of our relationship so far has been caught on camera. Our first time being together will be on camera too, because I can’t see a way out of our situations that makes sense. Obviously, Sierra will not be sleeping in her car anymore. I’ll move her into my apartment this afternoon. I have a feeling she’ll fight me on it, but I don't give a shit. I’m not letting the woman I love sleep in parking lots.
But if she is going to live with me, I need to be able to provide for her. Isn’t that the very basis of what every man should do for his woman? Maybe it isn't always monetary, but we provide what our women need. Love. Sex. Money. Support. Whatever it is, we give. Or at least, that is how I plan to be with my woman. But in order to do all that, I must replace that goddamn tank, immediately. And to do that, I have to get the money from this damn porn.
I want something just for us though. I’m now sure if Sierra believes I’m being genuine with all the things I’ve said and done in the short time we’ve known each other. But I’ll show her once this is all done, this is the real deal.
Jogging to catch up with them, I reach Sierra right as Liza goes through two huge metal doors. “Our first kiss is damn well not going to be on camera.”
I don’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it does, more growl than human words. But I can’t help it. The simple thought of my lips touching hers has turned me into an animal. Pressing her up against the wall, I kiss her with all the raging emotions that have flooded me since seeing her face. I kiss her with every year that I held out for the one. Because she is it. I know it in my bones.
She gasps as I bite at her bottom lip, and I take advantage of that opportunity by sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes like mint and coffee, and I wonder if this is what she’ll taste like every morning for the rest of our lives. Then I wonder what she tastes like between her thighs. The thought makes that animal inside me roar with possession.
Once the surprise wears off, Sierra seems to become just as swept away as I am. Her arms curl behind my neck, pulling me closer. She goes onto her tippy toes, then throws one leg over my hip so my cock nestles right between those barely covered thighs. She whimpers as I drag it up and down her heat. I want to fuck her right now. Rip those joke of a pair of shorts off and plunge into her before Liza realizes we’re still out here. I almost do. I almost throw her over my shoulder and march out of the building leaving Liza and her cronies behind to make their dirty movies without us. But I don’t. Because we need this to begin the rest of our lives.
Right as I’m about to lift Sierra’s other leg around my waist, someone clears their throat down the hall. “Would you like to join us in the studio and continue that in here?” Liza’s tone implies that we have to move this along, or she is going to start losing her patience. She comes off as nice and understanding, but underneath that show of empathy is a business woman who has no doubt made thousands off selling the innocence of women to anonymous viewers.
Sierra wiggles down from where I’m holding her, red staining her cheeks. Fuck, I love how she blushes. She even has a little bit of beard burn from the intensity of our kiss. She better get used to it. She’s going to have that all over her body for the rest of her life. Maybe I need to look into those beard oils Dave is always going on about. Make it a little softer for her.
Rubbing the whiskers that have graced my chin since graduating high school, I follow Sierra and Liza into the studio. It’s about what I expected. A cavernous room is set up to look like a college dorm room, complete with twin bed, posters of naked women, and cheap furniture.
What surprises me, however, is that all the crew members are women. Two are armed with handheld cameras, another behind a tripod and camera setup, and small, glasses clad girl sits behind a laptop where all the cameras are feeding their footage in real time. It might be sexist, but I’m so relieved there isn’t another man in the room my muscles relax just a hair. Had the studio been full of men I’m not sure what my reaction would be. Even with all these women, knowing they’ll see her naked infuriates me.
“Okay, Sierra, come on over here. You just stand right here and pretend you’re looking around the room. Just like we practiced, Simon will come in, and we’ll go from there.” Liza claps her hands together and steps behind the computer with her arms crossed. “Don’t worry about saying the lines verbatim or anything. We just really want to get to the action obviously. Whenever you’re ready, go ahead.”
Sierra’s shoulders rise up and then fall as she takes a deep breathe. She looks over to where I stand just off set, and I wink at her to try and help her relax. But inside, everything is at war. Two men of different minds live inside me. One anxious to get inside her as soon as possible. One that wants to throw her over my shoulder and get the hell out of here. With a nod, my brave girl starts looking around the room, unease radiating from every tense muscle in her body.
I pretend to walk in, shocked to see her in my room, and even I have to cringe at my bad acting. But then no one watching this video is going to give two shits about my acting. They’ll be interested in Sierra’s body and what my dick can do to it.
But I can’t think about the people that will eventually watch this, or the people standing in the room right now. Because if I do, I’ll rage out and go all Hulk on everyone just to get their eyes off what is mine.
Instead, I concentrate on the scene Liza laid out for us. “You don't have to go, baby. We can have more fun here than at that party.”
I lean in and lay a gentle kiss on Sierra’s lips. I know she’s feeling jumpy right now, and I don’t want to scare her more. But the second our lips touch, that zap of electric arousal surges through me again, and I’m gripping her ass, hauling her up higher so I can get to her sweet mouth.
Those long, lean legs of hers wrap around my waist, and we’re right back to where we left off in the hall when Liza interrupted us. I slip my fingers inside the legs of her shorts so I can grip the round globes of her ass and nearly come in my pants when I realize she’s wearing a thong.
I need to have more freedom with my hands to feel her body. Sierra is a slight thing. I could hold her up all day long and not get tired, and I worry that she’s so skinny because of her current financial situation. As I place her down on a chest of drawers the perfect height for what I have brewing in my mind, I vow that once this is over, I’ll cook her the biggest meal she can imagine, make sure she never goes to sleep hungry again, and watch those hips and thighs fill out as I care for her.
Once she’s sitting on the dresser, I run my hands up her ribs, over the barely there T-shirt. My cock is throbbing inside my pants. I’m trying as hard as I can to ignore my need to whip it out and take her like a Neanderthal, but it isn’t easy.
“Simon, take Sierra’s shirt off, and you’re crowding her. The camera can’t see much except your back.” Liza’s instructions kill the moment, and I’m doused with a dose of reality. For a bit there, I think both Sierra and I got so carried away in each other, we forgot about the cameras and people in the room. But now, it’s all rushing back, along with the awkwardness.
I look to Sierra, silently asking permission, and she nods, but the fear in her eyes is plain as day. Gripping the back of my shirt, I whip off my own T-shirt first. It isn’t the same as it will be for her, but I need to be in this with her step-by-step.
Sierra gasps as she takes in my chest and stomach. I admit I’m not as chiseled as some guys. Too many days taste testing beers and menus for the brewery, not enough time to hit the gym. But I’m no slouch either. I carry kegs and crates of brewing ingredients around day in and out, so I have muscles, they just aren’t super cut. Her fingers reach out, and I don’t miss the tremor in them, and she runs them through the fine hairs on my chest. The fear in her eyes is replaced by heat, lust, and I strike while I can.
Slipping my hands up her sides, I take the thin material with me, until her arms rise over her head out of reflex. The shirt is thrown to the side, and now I’m the one at a loss for words. Sierra is gorgeous. Her tits are round and perky, pushed even higher by the hot pink bra she’s wearing. Her waist tapers in before rolling out to her hips. She’s thin, but not sickly looking. It’s obvious to me she has to skip a meal or two to save money, but most people would just think she has a high metabolism. Seeing the faint lines of her ribs up close, I vow once again to go through with this movie, get the money, and use it to make sure Sierra never suffers a day in her life again.
Cupping her face, I draw her back to my mouth and kiss her like my life depends on it. Her hands drift up my back, barely skating my skin, like she’s afraid to really touch me, but Jesus, I need the feel of her fingers pressing into my flesh. I lean into her a little more, pulling her ass toward me until she barely perches on the dresser. In this position, she’s forced to grip my shoulders to keep steady. Each indent where those fingers press into me burns like a brand. I wouldn’t be surprised to look there later and see her fingerprints permanently marked on my skin. I want that, a permanent physical reminder of who I belong to. I make a mental note to make an appointment with my buddy’s tattoo artist, so I can make it a reality.
I have to taste her skin. The sweet scent of it wafts up to my nose the more heated we become. Detaching from her hungry mouth, I move down her neck, to her shoulders, then finally those praise worthy breasts. I suck them into my mouth through the lacey fabric, growling like I’m the one that’s been skipping meals. But I can’t taste her through the fabric, so I dip my fingers into each cup and pop out her breasts.
Fuck. My first glimpse of a pair of naked tits in person, and I’m ruined forever. They are pale and smooth, tipped by these perfect rosy nipples that I just know are going to taste like cotton candy. I flick my tongue out across one to get her flavor on my tongue, and it’s so amazing, I close my eyes and groan. More. I need more. I go back in, all lips and tongue, covering half her breast, sucking it into my mouth, nibbling on it a little. The other is cupped in my hand, totally covered so the camera can’t see it. Switching back and forth I make sure her breasts are never fully exposed for more than a fraction of a second, and never to the camera, but still sating my need.
Sierra is gasping, whimpering, and moaning in turn. Her hips writhe and grind against my cock, and I don’t think that is an intentional move. No, my innocent woman doesn’t realize her body is doing all the talking for her. It’s saying it needs me to fill her, to take away the ache. To claim her.
Tension seizes up her body, and Sierra freezes right in my hands. I look up from my work at her chest and see her eyes are no longer on me but are stuck to one of the women with a hand-held camera. She’s stepped in close and has the lens pointed right at me as I devour Sierra’s breast. Anger swells inside my gut at the thought that they got this moment on tape. Which is insane. We both knew what we signed up for, and this is it exactly. I can’t see a way out, especially while my brain is scrambled by everything Sierra, but I can delay the inevitable just a little.
I tuck both her breasts back into the cups of her bra, an exasperated sigh reaching my ears from behind us. But I ignore it. I’ll give Liza what she wants. I just need Sierra to know I’m in this with her. I’ll be exposed as well. We’re both here as a last resort, but I can make it as easy on her as possible.
“Touch me, baby.” I stand to my full height, towering over her. With my hand gripping hers, I trail it down my chest, past my abs, and straight to the buttons on my jeans. The move does the trick and snaps her out of her stage fright. Our hands together work the jeans open, and the zipper down. I guide her fingers inside my pants until she grips my cock, giving it one experimental pump before taking it out.
Another gasp leaves her lips.