Page 19 of Cohen's Control

“In three,” Aug says, and I snap my focus to Maxi, bringing my hand to cup her shoulder.

She smiles, her lips shiny with a fresh coat of strawberry-scented gloss. “I’m so excited for this,” she whispers, shimmying her shoulders a little. I return her smile.

“We’re rolling,” Aug calls, and the quiet murmurs around the set fall away as I feed my hand through Maxi’s dark hair, pushing it off her shoulder.

“You were great out there,” I say softly, keeping my voice light.

Maxi reaches out, taking my opposite hand, weaving our fingers together. “Gosh, you were too. Everyone did really well.” She leads me to the bench, a couple of the lockers doors behind us spread wide, coats and bags exposed to the camera.

I drape a palm on her knee, running my hand up, exploring the etches of the fishnets, curling my fingers into her thigh. We face one another, and a thrill rolls through me at the pure excitement in her eyes.

She brings her hand across my body, cupping my cheek. Leaning in, we meet halfway and share a soft, slow kiss. Her tongue moves into my mouth, and I caress hers with mine. Her soft moans cast a light echo across the set, and a moment later, we’re pulling apart.

She touches her bottom lip, eyes wide with vulnerable excitement. “I’ve wanted to do that all season,” she breathes, eyes flicking between mine as if the moment were real.

That’s another thing about films at Crave. The actors have sex on camera, yes, but they’reactualactors. The feeling that we all care about our performances outside of the sex makes me feel so much pride. I never felt proud of my work at Jizz.

“Me too,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip as we lock gazes, our hands beginning a journey of discovering each others’ soft curves and smooth valleys. Then my lips are on her neck, and hers on mine, and the cameras are changing position, getting ready for the next scene.

We peel off our dancer’s garb as the non-primary cameras lock their new position, and from the corner of my eye, Aug is nodding.

Maxi lies down on the locker room bench, arching her back as I straddle the seat, taking a spot between her spread legs. With one hand pressed low to her belly, I use the other to stroke down her thigh. Her glassy eyes hover over my hardened nipples, and as she whispers her lines about not telling the coach, I find my head lifting slightly. Just an inch or two, I reposition myself, bring my mouth to rest just above Maxi’s naked pussy. And then I see Cohen.

Not just see him, but he sees me back. He holds my eye contact, and I don’t know if he continues to watch, but I break away, looking back at Maxi. This is work. Even when I worked at Jizzabelle with Pete, in the beginning when it was good, I was never distracted. Ever.

As I bring my lips to Maxi’s soft, wet ones, I think if Cohen looked at me like that every time I was on set, I’d be fired in under a week. Because those gorgeous eyes, that molten stare, and his completely stoic and unreadable demeanor—I suck in a breath, playing it off like raw pleasure as I move my tongue through Maxi’s softness.

I want to know about Cohen, becausehe waited to hear the door lock.

He checked on me the next day.

And when I looked at him and found him already looking at me just now, he wasn’t looking at my naked body, or the way my mouth hovered above another woman’s naked cunt. His eyes held mine.

Maxi’s long nails push hair from my face, and I look up at her, over the mountainous range of her full breasts. I blink and moan against her as she bears down on me, her hand on my shoulder.

“Yes,” she moans, her hips reverse grinding the bench as she finds her orgasm against my mouth and prodding tongue.

I wrap my hands underneath her thighs and hold her steady as she writhes, delicate moans of release pouring from her lips. From the edge of the set, as Maxi reaches for me, moving the scene to the facesitting phase, I see him.

My heart flips, the way it did in junior high when I went to the movies with my crush, and he put his hand on my thigh. It was the first time I’d ever been touched, and though he was harmless and had no idea that I was soaking my panties, my body jolts with heated urgency, the way it did back then.

I thought I was too old for fireworks and butterflies, but just his eyes on me have my body thrumming. Positioned over Maxi’s mouth, her lines float around me, nothing more than a hushed cue to move the scene forward. Because for once, I’m notinthe scene. I’m somewhere else entirely, with this man whom I don't even know.

But I have to look down, so I drop my gaze to Maxi’s eyes and take my breasts in my hands. “I can’t believe you’re actually tasting me. I’ve touched myself thinking about your tongue exploring me so many times,” I whisper, rocking my hips against her face. Her nails drag down the small of my back, tracing the steep curve of my hips and ass. She finds my clit amidst the slow stroking of her tongue, and sucks it into her mouth.

The cameras rotate, and from the edge of the set, Cohen clips the purple flag to the front of an abandoned chair, where I can see.

I need to come, because the scene needs to be wrapped up. We’re filming a shower scene later, but for now, oral orgasms are all we’re doing.

Maxi’s good and gorgeous as hell, and it’s not her—in the past, I’ve received some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had from beautiful women in the industry. It’s me. I just can’t orgasm. My mind won’t let me go there.

But I can act, so I grind my hips and squeeze my breasts, wondering what Cohen’s large hands would feel like against me. Would his skin be rough and calloused, or surprisingly soft and tender? Or both? Would he want to pinch my nipple, or would he be the guy who likes to cup, squeeze and drive a woman wild with a breast massage? Would he bite my nipple? Would he suck at it until my eyes rolled into my head and my cunt was clenching all around whatever he’d give me?

My insides coil, and pressure builds, and even with Maxi’s skilled tongue and lips doing everything that worked before, I can’t do it. I tip my head back, and envision his body swallowing mine in a protective hug as he drives his hips back and forth between my spread legs. I moan myrelease, and Aug calls cut.

“Perfect. Nice work, Maxi. Great, Lucy. See you both at next call time.”

I shimmy off Maxi and help her up, giving her a damp cloth from nearby to wipe her mouth. Alexa appears, tapping Maxi on the shoulder with irritation written on her face. “Maxi, I need to touch you up in five minutes. I have Tucker and Otis to do after that.” She casts a pointed glare, the implieddon’t be latehanging between them before she walks away.

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