“What?” I demanded when she didn’t blink.
“Nothing,” she said, her voice all soft and breathless. “I just… kinda love this song.”
Yeah. What chick didn’t?
You ask me, lyrically, it was the best song ever written. I could say that, since I didn’t write the lyrics.
Of course,sheprobably loved it because she was used to Zane singing it.
She tried to break the gaze, but I grabbed her chin and held her. Just before we got rolling again, I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”
She blinked her big blue-green eyes at me. As we started shooting, she whispered in my ear. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Cut,” Liv called out. “Katie, we can see your lips moving. Save the talking for between takes, please. Let’s start that one again, from the top.”
The song started again and we followed Liv’s directions as we pretended to make out. As Katie got more comfortable her hands strayed over my back. Her fingernails dug into my skin, sending little pricks of pleasure straight to my dick. And every time I squeezed her ass and made her gasp, or brushed my lips across her skin and made her shiver, my balls tightened. My nipples hardened. Goosebumps started tingling across my skin.
Fuck me.
“It means,” I said, pulling her close in the next break, “you shouldn’t have thrown your hat in the ring unless you were ready to ride with the big bulls.”
“That’s a weirdly mixed metaphor,” she said in a disapproving schoolteacher tone, which was hot as fuck on her. All she needed was a pair of glasses and I’d spring wood.
As soon as we started shooting again, my hands went back to her ass to resume groping exactly where they’d left off. I squeezed her so hard her panties came down an inch and she flashed a scowl at me.
I winked.
“Cut,” Liv called. “Katie, we’re on you now, so watch your facial expressions, okay? We wanna see the heat. You’re madly in love, this is the best morning of your life. And Jesse?”
“Yeah, boss.”
“Stop fucking around, whatever you’re doing.”
I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Katie narrowed her pretty eyes at me.
I didn’t stop. I kept on doing anything and everything I thought I could get away with to make Katie Bloom uncomfortable, and possibly aroused.
Call me immature, but yeah, I was that brat at school who pulled the hair of the girl I had a crush on.
Some things never changed.
I pretended to get my thumb caught in her panties and flashed a full ass cheek at the camera. I accidentally bit her earlobe while I was whisper-singing in her ear. I yanked so hard on her bra strap while we were pawing each other that her pretty pink nipple popped right out.
That actually was an accident, but no way she was gonna believe it. No one actually saw it but me, since her back was to camera when it happened, so I just went ahead and fixed it, slipping the stretchy lace over the perfect pink bud before she could react.
When I looked into her eyes again there was a definite spark there. A spark of outrage, maybe.
At least I had her full attention.
The next few takes became a kind of groping argument, a silent battle over who could irritate the other into more discomfort, or in my case, increasing horniness.
To my frustration, she was quickly winning.
At least our little wrestling match must’ve been reading well on camera, because Liv was fucking loving it. She kept saying things like, “More!” and “Yes, like that. Grab himharder, Katie. Think of all the girls who want to be where you are right now and make it count.Rip him to shreds.”
Jesus.
