Page 63 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

My smile falls. It’s a low blow, but she’s right. It’s less about my experience with male co-stars and more about the men I date. She's the only person who knows everything that happened with Caleb.

15

Miles

We’ve already worked together once. Honey didn’t seem angry when we spoke on the phone Friday. I really shouldn’t be nervous to see her again, but I very much am.

I raise my hand to ring the doorbell and hear it echo through the apartment.

“Hey, Lance.” Honey’s voice is light and airy when she pulls open the door to let me inside.

“Thanks for giving me another chance.” I repeat my words from Friday, but Honey just smiles and nods, closing the door behind me.

“Well you said yes to a scene I’ve really been wanting to do,” she says with a giggle.

I recall how excited she was when I agreed to her idea.

“Anything to put a smile on that face,” I reply, almost without thinking.

“I thought we’d work in here today,” she says, opening the door right beside the one I just walked through. It swings out to reveal the garage, which has been transformed into a second studio space.

Against the far wall is a set of bookshelves. The individual shelves are mostly empty except for a handful of books and some decorations. In front of the shelves is a long, light gray couch, and off in the corner is a circular wooden table with two chairs on either side. Along the wall next to me are a couple of studio lights. Some natural light comes in from the tiny row of windows along the top of the garage door, but it’s obvious that more would be needed.

“Wow, I don’t know that I’ve seen someone use a garage this way,” I muse while Honey closes the door behind us.

“Yeah, my roommate and I wanted to make sure there were two spaces in case we both needed to film or do a live show at the same time.”

“Good thinking. So, this scene,” which already has my blood pumping just thinking about it, “is there anything you want to discuss first?”

“Safe words?” She looks uncertain and I wonder if she’s done this before–filmed a scene in which safe words might be necessary or even had a discussion about them. I doubt we'll need to worry for this one, but it's good to be ready.

“Cucumber,” I reply with a smirk. “If I need a hand signal I’ll tap your shoulder or hip with two fingers.”

“Traffic light system for me,” says Honey. “And the two-finger tap.”

We angle the tripods toward the couch and I take a seat on one side, ready to play the part of the adoring boyfriend. Honey starts the recordings and closes the door at the back of the garage. She stomps into the shot, looking frustrated.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” I ask, frowning when she flops down a few inches away.

“It’s that stupid bitch, Courtney,” she mutters.

“That bad, huh? When’s she going to be fired?”

Honey just sighs, her arms crossed. I reach out and slide my hand over her thigh with a sly smile. She matches my grin, slipping from the couch and getting on her knees, her hands gripping my thighs.

“I think I know something that’ll make me feel better,” she says softly.

My mouth is dry as she undoes my buckle, then the button and zipper of my jeans. I keep my hands beside me while she slips her fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and pulls them down. I was already half hard for her before we even started, but watching her undress me like this has me straining against the thin fabric.

When Honey takes me into her hands, she swallows, looking up at me through her lashes. Her pink tongue darts out, wetting her lips and I don’t even try to stop the moan that the sight pulls from my throat.

“You think my dick in that pretty little mouth is gonna make you feel better?” I ask, reaching forward to grip her chin. She nods. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Nothing can tear my focus from Honey as she leans forward, eyes still on mine. Her lips part, but all she does first is kiss my leaking tip like I’m not dying to feel her moutharound me. I fight the urge to buck my hips as she grips the base of my cock and leans down before swiping her tongue all the way up the underside.

“You taste so good,” Honey moans.

She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out again, lightly slapping my cock against it and earning another moan from me. When she takes me into her mouth, it’s all I can do not to explode right then and there. I close my eyes and lean my head back while she hollows out her cheeks. She pulls me from her mouth and spits, allowing her hand to glide easily up and down my length following the movements of her mouth.

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