Page 44 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Curses fall from my lips as I speed up, her wet heat spurring me on as she writhes and squirms beneath me. One hand still in my hair, Honey runs the other down my side before her nails dig into my ass cheek. I imagine the crescent-shaped marks they’re going to leave and I want her to mark me further.

“Pull my hair,” I whisper, still nose to nose, sharing air with her. I lift up and away from her, just a few inches, to watch her face before she acts.

Her grip tightens and when I moan, higher in pitch, I see a mischievous grin playing on her full lips. Her other hand releases my ass then slides up to my chest. She wraps her fingers around my throat, a question in those beautiful brown eyes. One nod is all it takes from me before her delicate fingers squeeze the sides.

“Just like that,” I choke out. “You’re so good to me, Honey. Fuck, you’re so good.”

I speed up, thrusting harder as I feel Honey’s fingers gripping me tighter. She doesn’t have the strength to cut off blood flow completely, but it has the desired effect.

“You want this cum inside you?” I grunt, knowing I won’t last much longer.

“Fuck yes,” she moans. I drop my hand between us to play with her clit.

“I want you to come with me, baby. Come with me.”

She’s tightening, her walls spasming around me. Her grip falters on my throat, but it doesn’t matter because I’m so close now. Panting and whimpering, I know I’m about to reach my own orgasm, but I desperately want her to get there first.

“Come all over this cock,” I growl. “Be a good girl and come all over this cock before I fill you up.”

Honey gasps, her eyes shut, and that’s when I feel her lose control. Her hand squeezes my throat again, nails digging in, as her pussy tries to milk everything from me.

“That’s a good girl.” I grunt every word before my breathing stops as my release floods her. “Fuck,” I hiss. “Good girl, good fucking girl.” I repeat the words as I convulse with pleasure.

With my last remaining ounce of strength, I roll off of her as I come down from the high. This woman might just be the death of me.

Without looking at the phones that are still recording, I have no idea how long we’ve been filming. I try to catch my breath, panting and sweaty, lying beside Honey who’s doing the same. Our hands are next to each other on the bed and every place our skin touches seems to bristle with electricity.

I should get up and get a final shot of the mess we’ve made as it leaks out of her, but I just cannot gather the strength. The way she drained me…

“Think we should stop the recording?” Honey asks with a laugh.

“Probably.” Neither of us moves to stand, though. I reach up to pat her thigh with a few light slaps and then leave my hand there, rubbing circles with my thumb. “That ok for a first scene?”

All Honey does is make the ok sign with her hand, letting loose a breathy chuckle. I match the sound as I roll onto my side to face her, propping myself up with one elbow, and holding my head in my hand. There’s a sheen of sweat covering her and a few wisps of hair are stuck to her temples. I didn’t have the patience to take off her bra, so her breasts are still half hidden beneath the lace. Her eyes are closed as she tries to control her breathing.

“What do you usually do after filming?” I want to reach out and trace her tattoos with one finger, but I resist.

Honey hums with a faint smile playing on her luscious lips.

“Usually get fast food and veg out for a couple of hours. Especially after an exhausting scene.”

“Would you let me join you?”

Her brown eyes snap open and find me. I hold her gaze and reach out, pushing my fingers over her stomach, around her waist. Then I pull myself closer to her. I’m not sure what’s driving me to react this way to her, what’s making me break my usual rules. I just hope I’m not crossing a line.

Honey’s throat works hard as she swallows, unanswering. I can’t read her expression, but she’s not pushing me away. My fingers press gently into her soft flesh and I try to hold her gaze, but when she catches her bottom lip between her teeth, I fail. My eyes drop to the movement and I’m lost.

My lips descend, crashing against hers in a kiss unlike any we shared in our scene just minutes ago. She reaches up to grip my neck, the other is caught between our bodies with my torso halfway on top of her. When Honey moans into the kiss and parts her lips, I slip my tongue inside. This definitely isn’t like the ones we shared previously. I can feel a sense of urgency in both of us that wasn’t there before. My fingers on her waist dig in further. I don’t want to spoil this, don’t want to ruin whatever spell has been cast on us. I don’t want to cheapen it, despite the fact that we’ve already fucked.

Honey pulls away just far enough to speak, her warm breath fanning my lips.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Fuck. No.” My response is immediate. “I’m sorry, Honey. I shouldn’t have-”

She shakes her head as I lift mine so that I can meet her eyes again.

“No, it’s just- I mean, I don’t- With co-stars, I don’t-” Her lips form a tight line and she falls silent.

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