#aobtd

The shoot seemed to take a lifetime to complete that day, and though you revelled in watching Ben, watching all of them, you were desperate to get him to yourself. 

The moment that final “cut” was called, you sauntered off to an empty room — small, an office with just a desk and a chair — in the hope that Ben would follow. No sooner had you closed the door than he opened it again and you spun on your heel to face him. He licked his lips, confident, commanding, but little he knew of the fire that had been ignited in your belly. He tried you engulf you in his arms but instead you pushed him backwards, palms against his shoulders, until his back thudded against the door. The way his eyes widened and his lips parted in shock said all you needed to know. You grinned, biting your lips, before thrusting your mouth onto his and kissing him fiercely, all your pent up tension and frustration laced on your tongue like poison. You surreptitiously locked the door (grateful that it had a lock at all), and with the other hand explored the nape of his neck, the curve of his jaw. Your fingers wound their way into the long hair that rested just above his shoulders. It felt alien to you, the long hair, even though you had seen him in the wig many times before. You pulled away and took moment to stare at him, to drink him in; he oozed Roger. You licked your lips. 

“I don’t know who you think you are, Benjamin, looking that sexy in front of everyone,” you purred, pressing your hips firmly to his and rolling them languorously, “getting me all riled up.” 

He only let out a shuddering breath in response as your fingertips trailed down his sides and under his shirt. You dragged your nails along the delicate skin of his stomach and deftly unbuttoned his jeans. His bulge was growing firmer by the second. As your hand ventured into his boxers you leaned up onto your tiptoes to whisper, “Do you know how fucking wet I am?” 

You placed a sloppy kiss on his neck before sucking on his earlobe, pulling it between your teeth, and he gulped. All the while you were dragging your hand along his shaft, massaging him into readiness for you. You took one of his hands that had been resting heavily on your hip and guided it down into your jeans, beneath your underwear, and into the folds of your pussy. Your prolonged arousal had left you dripping and sensitive, so when he dragged his fingers across your clit you shuddered, lips hanging open in silent evidence of your pleasure. You pulled his hand from your heat and placed his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, diligently licking your wetness from each one. As his hand dropped, his finger dragging over your bottom lip, you met his gaze and saw fierce arousal, lust encoded in the deep green of his eyes. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Slowly, you sank to your knees and pulled the waistband of his trousers and boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. With another look at Ben you held the base in your fist and took the tip gently into your mouth. You held it there for a moment before releasing it and licking where you lips had been, leaving no part of the head unattended. It tasted salty on your tongue. Again you enveloped it in your mouth, this time as much as you could take until the tip pressed against your throat and you stifled a gag. Leisurely you dragged your mouth up and down, up and down, while Ben groaned above you. You heard a dull thud as his head fell against the door. You established a rhythm, taking him as deeply as you could, gradually speeding up until your jaw ached and tears pricked at your eyes. Ben’s moans grew stronger, more frequent, and just as he announced that he was about to cum you released him, sucking at the string of saliva that still connected your lips to his cock. He whined and trembled as you stood. You kissed him, deeply, allowing him to taste his precum on your tongue; you could feel his body collapsing into yours. 

“Sit down,” you commanded, gesturing towards the chair, voice soft but in absolute control. You forced the hint of nervousness out of your voice. You had been in the driver’s seat before, but never like this. Still, you were too frustrated and too horny to back down.

He did as he was told and you followed, standing before him, surveying him. With deliberate movements you undressed yourself, first pulling off your shirt, then your jeans, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. You moved to straddle his lap and pulled his shirt over his head. Fingers traced along his chest, muscles tightening under your touch, making his skin ripple like waves in a pond. He sighed. Again you took his cock in your hand and he twitched. 

“Not yet, baby,” you breathed lustfully. “You cum when I tell you to, okay?” 

He nodded obediently, his eyes quickly shifting to your breasts where they sat, plump, beneath a lacy bra. 

“Do you want to touch them?” you intoned, cocking your head, all innocence. Again, he nodded but you tutted in response. “I need to hear you say it, big boy.”

“Yes please,” he rasped. 

“Good boy, go ahead.” 

His hands moved to cup your breasts while you unclasped your bra and threw it off to the side. He massaged them so gently, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed as you breathed and locked your fists into his hair. He serviced the other too, then left a deep purple hickey in the valley between your breasts. You tucked your hand under his chin, angling it so he was forced to look at you. 

“Tell me what you want,” you purred. 

“Ride me, please.” His voice was weak, desperate.

You nodded, holding your weight to position yourself above him. Pulling your panties out of the way you rubbed yourself, spreading your wetness and readying yourself. You took hold of his cock and paused, looking directly into his eyes, “You have to promise not to cum yet, okay?” 

“I promise.” 

You lined him up and sat down onto him; he sucked in a breath through his teeth. You rocked against him, agonisingly slowly, letting your pelvis press hard against his. You held his jaw, forcing him to watch your face, while you watched the place where your bodies became one. Your breathing shallowed, heart rate increased, you wanted to cum, but didn’t want Ben to. You stilled, revelling in the delicious fullness of him inside you, delighting in the whine that emanated from Ben, and you rubbed your clit firmly. Soon your fingers weren’t enough: you craved his mouth. 

“I want you to eat my pussy, baby, will you do that for me?” 

When he nodded eagerly you stood up and backed onto the desk, sitting on the edge, legs spread, exposed. He pushed off his trousers and boxer that had pooled around his thighs, then got on his knees before you and his tongue soon found your slit. You sighed in relief at the warmth of his mouth. With his arm wrapped around your thigh he kissed and sucked and licked, playing with you like a kitten with a ball of wool. Your chest heaved as you panted, you moaned and whimpered as he devoured you. 

“Oh baby, you’re so good at that.” 

With your fist in his hair you pulled him away and he stood between your legs. You held him close, hands gripping his bum, and licked his bottom lip, cleaning your arousal off of it. You asserted, dripping eroticism, “Fuck me.” 

He moved to enter you but you stopped him with a hand on his chest. You stood and turned, then bent over to display yourself to him. Ben licked his lips, ran his fingers briefly up and down your slit, before gripping your hips and thrusting into you firmly. His pace was rapid from the start, only becoming more frantic as he got closer to the edge. Your breasts pounded into the desk with every thrust.

“Harder,” you ordered, and he obliged. With one of his large hands around your thigh he pulled your knee up to rest on the desk, allowing him greater access and pounded you harder than before, reaching a place so deep inside you that you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming out. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m close… I need to… can I cum, please? Fuck, please please-” 

“Not yet,” you said absolutely steadfastly, despite the way his pleading made the knot in your stomach tighten. Your fingers found your clit and rubbed furiously, aching for the sweet release that you had craved all day. 

“Keep going Benny, fuck. Just hold on. Just bit longer, I’m so close.”

Ben groaned with the strain of it, his whole body clenched, desperate, but still he fucked you and soon your legs started to quiver. You felt your orgasm creeping into your stomach, tension giving way to release, and your body collapsed against the desk as you came, moaning and panting and sweating and swearing. The walls of your pussy clenched around Ben again and again, only milking him ever closer.

He begged, “Please, Y/N, please, I can’t hold it…”

You moved to stand, so Ben pulled out of you, taking his cock in his hand and pumping rapidly as you got to your knees in front of him. 

“Okay, baby, let go, cum for me,” and you opened your mouth, allowing your tongue to rest over your bottom lip, waiting for his load. Within seconds he was shooting strings of sticky sweet cum into your mouth and over your cheeks. His face was clenched, eyes tight shut, and a moan rattled deep in his chest. You swallowed, collecting the rest of it on your finger and licking it off as Ben watched you in awe. 

“Christ, Y/N, you’re incredible.”

You stood and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing a firm kiss on his lips. 

“It’s all for you, I guess you bring out the best in me,” you smiled. “Now come on, we better get dressed, people will be wondering where you’ve got to.” 

You quickly pulled your clothes back and, and no sooner had you done up the last button of your shirt did you hear footsteps down the corridor. You unlocked the door and stepped out to see none other than Josh making his way towards you. He stopped in his tracks, jaw practically on the floor, as his eyes darted between you and Ben. Your clothes were crumped, your hair dishevelled, and the distinct smell of sex followed you.

“You two! You two are fucking?”

“Shit,” you cursed. 

“Come on mate, have some respect,” Ben stepped in, always wanting to defend you. 

“I can’t believe it,” Josh proclaimed. “She told me she wouldn’t date me ‘cause she “doesn’t fool around with colleagues”, and lo and behold, I find it’s ‘cause she’s fucking the actors! Sleeping your way to the top are you?” 

You felt more than saw Ben’s shoulders tense and him take a step forward. You slipped your hand in his and held him beside you before he did something stupid. “Leave it Ben, he’s not worth it.”

“Not worth it, is it? You think I’m not worthy of you? Well I think you’re a fucking whore, love.” 

Ben fumed and made towards Josh but before he could do any damage you strode in front of him, marched straight up to Josh, and slapped him across the face.

“How dare you?” you snarled, “How dare you speak to me like that and how dare you insinuate that I am using Ben? I just so happens that I am in a loving relationship with him. You on the other hand, you I turned down because I thought you were a smarmy, egotistical arsehole. If you ever say another word to me that isn’t strictly professional I will report you for harassment in the workplace.” 

You stormed past you and Ben followed close behind, glaring at Josh as he passed him like a tiger staring down its prey. 

You and Ben did not go home together that evening — you wanted to call Savannah to vent to her — but when you met at work the next morning he greeted you with a warm smile and a hug. 

“You okay?” 

You nodded against his cheat, “Yeah, I’m still a bit pissed off but fine.” 

“Me too. If I see that git today I’m going to have to try seriously hard not to punch him in the face.”

You pulled back to look at him, “I think the chances of bumping into him are pretty high, given that you’re working on the same set.”

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about.” 

Your light chuckle was interrupted by the voice of your producer, Graham, as he strode towards you, “Ben, Y/N…” You detached from each other, nervous. Graham didn’t often come to set, so when he was there it was a big deal. “Can I have a word with you both?”

Graham had found a quiet room with a couple of sofas. He sat on one with you and Ben on the other, leaving a conspicuous gap between you. Graham sipped thirstily at his coffee, “You know, I’ve been working on film sets for years but I’ve never been able to get used to the early mornings.” 

You laughed nervously through your nose. You hadn’t sat down, face-to-face with Graham since you’d been hired. 

“Listen, I wanted to talk to you both because word has reached me that there might be something going on between you, and while there isn’t actually anything wrong with that, there are some people who are unhappy about it and I need to know if it’s something that’s going to cause any issues.”

You held your head in your hands, your whole body deflating. This was exactly what you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“That fucking prick,” Ben muttered beneath his breath. 

It didn’t go unnoticed, “Excuse me?” 

Ben shifted in his seat but sat up a little taller, “Josh reported us to you, didn’t he? If there’s anyone going to be causing problems it’s him. The things he said to Y/N were despicable.”

“Well that is certainly something I’ll want to address but let’s take things one at a time, shall we?”

 You lifted your head and sighed, “What do you need to know, sir?”

“First and foremost, I need to know if this is going to compromise the shoot. Workplace romances are not forbidden and certainly not uncommon, but when they happen across levels of the hierarchy they tend to cause problems. One party tends to, shall we say, expect things from the other. It can get ugly.”

“I’m not expecting anything from Ben,” you defended, somewhat indignant, “and I’m not going to blackmail him, if that’s what you’re insinuating.” 

Graham responded, “I’m not saying you are, and I certainly wouldn’t expect it from you Y/N, but it wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.”

“Well it won’t happen with us.” You could feel Ben’s eyes on you. 

“I apologise if this is uncomfortable for you, but as I’ve had a complaint about your behaviour I have to take this seriously,” Graham said, entirely diplomatic. 

“Christ, what is there to complain about? Josh is just jealous because he had a crush on Y/N and he’s bitter that she rejected him. You should be more worried about his behaviour.” 

“Well, what he told me would make your behaviour equally unprofessional — having sex on set, during working hours? We don’t pay you to sneak off for a quickie in a quiet corner.” 

You seemed to shrink in your seat, feeling thoroughly humiliated; you hadn’t been admonished like that since school. But worse, you started to panic, chest constricting and breathing shallowing, in fear for your job. You had tried to be so careful, even risking your heart and happiness to avoid the very thing that was happening, and it all came crumbling down because you saw Ben in one sexy costume and you snapped. 

“Sir, I’m—” you began but Ben interrupted you.

“It’s not just sex, if that’s what you think.” He sidled closer to you, pulling one of your hands into his lap and taking it in both of his, “We’re in a relationship, hell, I’m in love with her.” 

Time seemed to stand still. Suddenly the tightness in your chest, the panic in your bloodstream, was caused by something else entirely. 

He’s in love with me.

That was the first time he had said it and it terrified you. It was the first time you’d heard those words since Matteo and all you could think about was how you had lost yourself in him when he said it. Granted, you and Ben had been together nearly three months and truly, you’d never felt about anyone the way you did about him — you adored him, you pictured yourself building a life with him, growing old with him — but love? Love is a strong word. It didn’t feel like you’d been through anything hard enough yet to warrant calling it love. How could it be love when it was so easy? 

“Is this the case, Y/N?” 

You had been staring. Startled, you replied, “We started dating in October. It’ll be three months soon.”

“Look, there’s only two weeks left of filming and we’ve got enough drama as it is. I’m willing to let this go and say no more about it.”

You felt the tension in your shoulders abate, “I’d be very grateful for that.”

“However,” Graham continued, “I cannot guarantee that this hasn’t got out. I’m fairly certain Josh has been talking to more people than just me. I’ll talk to him but you’ll have to handle everyone else.”

Ben grinned, “That’s no problem. Thank you Graham.”