Chapter Five
Sierra
Oh. My. God. How the hell is that thing going to fit in me? Granted, I’ve never seen a penis before in this type of situation. Actually, the only one I’ve ever seen in person was the guy jerking off by my car a while back. But still, I’ve seen Tumblr. I know stuff. And I know that Simon is well above average. Intimidatingly above average. The camera girl next to us even gasps.
A porn camera person is shocked by his size. That’s how big he is.
Simon has this strange ability to make me forget anyone else is in the room with us when he kisses me. That is until Liza shouts a direction, or one of the camera operators gets uncomfortably close. But I’ve honestly forgotten our situation several times since we started shooting.
Now, with his cock in my hand, I have the strange desire to cover him back up, to not let these women see what I want as my own. I can’t forget that they are nearby, drooling over what I want to claim. I know it’s silly and stupid. He’s just a nice guy they got to star in this movie with me. I’m kind of happy he’s a virgin too, so I won’t be the only one on the spot. But that common thread doesn’t really mean anything. We’re strangers, even if it doesn’t feel like it. After this is over, we’ll still be strangers, just ones that have an intimate knowledge of each other. The thought makes me sad on a level I haven’t felt since my mother ran off with all my money.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Simon whispers, tilting my chin up until I’m looking at him. “No one else is in this room but me and you. No one else in this world but me and you as far as I’m concerned. Got it?”
I nod, thankful once again that he is making my comfort one of his priorities in this awkward situation.
“Now, have you ever touched a cock before?” His question is so straight forward, but he’s smiling, like he can’t wait to hear my answer. Like what I say next is going to make him endlessly happy.
“No.” The word is barely audible coming out of my mouth. But just as I suspected, once he hears what he probably already knew, his smile grows about two sizes.
“Good. This’ll be the only one you ever touch. And your tiny little hand will be the only hand to ever touch me.” Simon reaches down, covering my hand with his, and tightens our grip on his cock.
Only now that I see how tight he wants it do I realize I had been handling him much too delicately. Like I could ever break a man this huge. I want to memorize everything about this moment. The soft slide of his skin against my palm. The hard, hot muscle of his dick that I can tell is going to fill me in ways no romance novel or fantasy could have ever prepared me for. But most of all the intensity of his eyes. Like every word he says is true, that they aren’t just lines for a movie or bullshit he’s spouting to reassure me.
With his other hand, he pops open the button on my jean shorts, but doesn’t pull them down. Instead he simply pushes his hand down into them, his fingers tracing across my barely covered slit. “This is going to be the only pussy I ever touch. Taste. Fill. Only you. Understand?”
Those eyes are boring into me, like he is trying to drill into me the importance of his words. For the first time since we met, it dawns on me that this might not be an act. That maybe he does have this insane instant connection that I felt with him right away. Maybe every amazing thing he has said in the last hour was true, and he really does intend on keeping me.
“Guys, we’re going to need you to take off your clothes at some point.” Liza’s voice from across the room breaks the intensity of the moment, and I somehow find the humor in this situation. Something that I hadn’t been able to do before. I met the guy of my dreams on the set of a porn. As MeMaw would say, that is whack-a-doo.
Giggling, I bring my forehead to rest on Simon’s shoulder as he slips my underwear to the side and presses one finger into my very wet opening. I hadn’t expected to be so aroused during this whole thing. Even the cameras are kind of turning me on. If only there weren’t other people here, this could actually be fun.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Time to woman up and do this thing. I want to get this over with, so we can get out of here and I can figure out if my theory about Simon’s mutual feelings for me is right. Regretfully, I take my hand away from his cock and push off the dresser, standing pressed against Simon’s large frame.
In a move I had no idea I was capable of until this moment, I quickly fall to my knees taking Simon’s jeans and underwear with me. For a moment, the incongruity of our situation hits me. This huge, hulking man is totally naked in front of me, while I’m still more or less covered in a bra and shorts. Added bonus: Simon’s incredible cock is right at mouth level, and I am super curious what it tastes like.
Gripping the base, I decide to just go for broke and shove as much of him in my mouth as I can, which turns out not to be even half of it. The corners of my mouth burn with the strain of locking my lips around his thick cock, but I kind of love that slight edge of discomfort. Hollowing my cheeks, I pull back until his tip almost falls from my mouth, a move he obviously likes, because above me, I hear a loud groan, and his hands come to rest on the edge of the dresser over me, almost completely covering me from view. Something I’m sure Liza just loves.
I plunge down again, getting him a little further into my mouth, and with the same tight grip he showed me before, I stroke my hand up from the base to meet my lips in the middle.
“Fuck, holy jesus, motherfucking God. I’m not going to last.” Simon is panting and grunting like he’s the one doing all the work, and not on the receiving end of the pleasure. The thought makes me giggle a little around his thickness, which makes his eyes roll into the back of his head before meeting mine once again.
I’m not down there for nearly long enough before Simon is going all caveman and pulling me off my knees. Honestly, I’m disappointed he didn’t let me stay down there a little longer. I was having fun exploring and enjoying his taste.
“Jesus, Simon, why the fuck did you stop her?” Liza’s face is turning an ugly shade of reddish purple, and she is obviously done with our shy shenanigans. “Sierra, get back on your knees and get his cock in your mouth. And for fuck’s sake, will you get naked? This isn’t soft core porn.” Liza turns her back to us, focusing back on the computer monitor where the video feeds are set up.
Tension radiates from Simon’s body, and I practically feel him vibrating with anger. “Out.” Simon shoots daggers at Liza, and she spins to return his angry gaze.
“Excuse me? This is my production. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Either everyone gets out right the fuck now, or we walk.” To prove his point, Simon pulls his pants back up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or did you want to waste an entire day on a production that isn't going anywhere?”
Liza’s jaw visibly works, and I actually feel really bad for her teeth, which are grinding themselves to dust. “And how do you expect me to get the shots I need if the entire crew is out in the hall? You both knew what you were getting into. Either we get on with this, or you are welcome to leave without your money.”
“I’ll tell you how we do this. One of the camera operators gives me their handheld camera, you lock down the camera on the tripod, and everyone leaves.” Simon’s hard gaze swings back to me, and even though I know the words are meant for Liza, it feels like he is really intending them for me. “I swear I’ll give you what you need.”
He swings his hard gaze back to Liza. She’s staring at him with so much anger in her eyes, I’m honestly a little surprised he doesn’t burst into flames. But I can see the cogs working in her brain. We’ve been shooting for almost an hour already, and she doesn’t have a usable film yet. She can call his bluff, insist we do it her way, and risk us both walking out. Or she can have everyone leave, give Simon the camera, and have the possibility of getting enough footage to put out on her site.
I’m not really sure which option I want to win out. Part of me honestly hopes she takes the first option. I never really wanted to do this. But I need the money. I’m tired of being scared, hungry, and cold day in and day out. Plus, Simon’s whole alpha protector thing is seriously working for me. I desperately want them to get out, so we can pick up where we left off.
