Suck It And See (l.d. x intersex!reader)
Ch 6. Test Drive
It’d been a long week. A torturous week of watching the woman you were infatuated with hang off of another man. Even worse, he was smug about it. Sending you sneers and glares from a distance, pulling Lorraine into himself whenever you glanced their way. It made you sick to your stomach. He thought she was his, not only that, but he thought he was better than you. So did she. And that just wouldn’t do.
Your thoughts trailed on like that, spiraling, as your head hung in the hot spray of water. You hadn’t been aware of the time that passed until you heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Come in!” You called out.
The door opened and you swiped a hand across the foggy glass of the shower door. To catch a peak of who it was.
“Hey, playboy! You're runnin’ a little behind schedule, aren’t ya?” You cursed under your breath and shut the shower off.
“My bad Lynne, I was in my head.”
You stepped out of the shower ignoring the way Bobby-Lynne’s eyes raked over your form as you glided around the bathroom grabbing your hair products and toothbrush before wrapping a towel around your waist tossing the items into your duffel before zipping it up.
“All good, sugar, especially since I get to watch this smoke show. You always look good wet.” Bobby-Lynne purred, trailing a finger between your breasts and down to your abs. Your muscles clenched in response.
“Save it for the cameras, baby.” Jackson drawled as he reached the top of the stairs. You nodded at him before turning to Bobby-Lynne.
“Give me five minutes and I’ll be out. I just need to get dressed.” You muttered in a rush as Jackson grabbed your bags. your eyes drawn to his perfectly shaped afro that was usually braided or twisted up beneath a durag. “Thanks man.”
“No problem, now hurry up before RJ throws a fit about burning sunlight or whatever the hell that boy keeps jabbering about.”
You rolled your eyes before stepping into your room. You tugged on a pair of black boxer briefs, a pair of bootcut jeans and a black tank top. You slipped on your loafers over your socks and grabbed the loose flannel you'd left on the bathroom counter. You snatched the hand towel from the towel rack and sat it atop your wet hair before dashing out of the house and climbing into the back of the truck greeting everyone before apologizing to Wayne for running a little late.
You plopped into your seat with a sigh and let your head thud against the wall of the van as you shut your eyes and caught your breath. You felt eyes on you but you opted not to engage in what you knew was Lorraine’s staring contest. Maxine was in the passenger seat leaving you, Bobby-Lynne, Jackson, RJ and Lorraine in the back of the van. You peeked out of one eye when a stack of paper was tossed into your lap, Bobby-Lynne reached across you calling softly for Maxine to take her stack.
“What is this?” You questioned looking to Bobby-Lynne for answers.
A scoff was heard before RJ spoke up. “You ain’t never seen a script before?” He asked sarcastically followed by a dry chuckle.
You took a deep breath as Wayne adjusted the radio in the background. You opted to ignore the sarcastic remark as you opened the script and began reading through it cringing a bit at some of the lines.
“The Farmer’s Daughters.” Maxine read aloud.
“Oh! Hot damn look it, there I am.” Bobby-Lynne enthused as she pointed at her part in the script as she leaned into Jackson. “Hollywood , here we come.”
“No, ma’am. We don’t need Hollywood.” Wayne cut in not a second later, “These types of pictures turn regular folks into stars. We’re gon’ do it all ourselves.” He looked into the rearview mirror, “Ain’t that right, RJ?”
You rolled your eyes as you bit your tongue.
The scrawny white boy perked up a smile lighting up his face. “Yes, sir.”
RJ shifted his gaze to a stoic Lorraine as Wayne rambled on.
“I don’t know, Wayne. That sounds an awful lot like what you said at The Topless Carwash.” Bobby-Lynne confronted. “You remember that?”
You snorted back a laugh drawing Lorraine’s gaze towards you. You cleared your throat and angled away from her prying eyes as you read over the script.
“Yeah. And had the IRS not had a personal vendetta against me that would’ve panned out beautifully.”
“Uh-huh. Well you know I’m always game.” Bobby-Lynne licked at her fingers as she turned another page. “My American Dream is not unreasonable. I just want a paid-for house with a big ole pool, so I can float around with my knees in the breeze and tan these titties.”
You grinned at that and shook your head. You heard a boyish giggle leave RJ’s lips but Lorraine was uncomfortably silent.
“What? I was dealt a good hand. People spend a lot of money to look at what God gave me. Be a sin not to take care of ‘em.”
“Mmm.” Jackson hummed as he sparked up the joint he just rolled, the car filling with the smell of marijuana. “Yes, it sure would.”
Bobby-Lynne giggled as she stared at her man with hearts in her eyes before shifting her gaze to the passenger seat. “What about you, Maxine? What’s your American Dream?”
Jackson nudged your thigh as he held the joint out for you to take. You smiled thankfully and took the pick-me-up inhaling deeply before passing it back to him as you held your hit.
A couple hours later Wayne pulled into a gas station in the middle of nowhere to fuel up and let everyone stretch their legs. You sighed as your feet hit the pavement standing outside and basking in the sun as Maxine and Wayne headed into the convenience store. You sighed and turned away from the sun shaking out your damp hair. Your mind was fuzzy from the weed as you watched Lorraine tweak with the mic setup as Bobby-Lynne leaned against the van in her red romper, her hair curled to perfection.
Lorraine was wearing a pair of burnt red jeans and a black, yellow, and white t-shirt, her usual golden cross dangling from her neck and glinting in the sunlight as she tweaked at the audio levels. You watched Bobby-Lynne round the petite brunette who was deep in concentration, or at least pretending to be. You watched Lynne’s lips move as she gestured toward RJ who was fiddling with an old camera that looked straight out the seventies, his greasy brown hair tucked behind his ears.
You wandered nearer curious about their conversation. “You help with all his films?” Bobby-Lynne drawled.
Lorraine looked up at the blonde with a forced smile. “Sometimes, yeah.” She answered.
Bobby-Lynne nodded then looked off into the distance. You kicked at a rock on the concrete as Jackson adjusted his sky blue slacks before dusting off his thin jacket as RJ filmed him. “Is that your boyfriend?” You heard Lorraine ask softly.
“Sometimes, yeah.” Bobby-Lynne answered humorously with a smile making your lips quirk up.
You wandered away toward RJ as he adjusted his camera settings. “Hey, what type of camera is that?” You asked, staring at the vintage piece.
RJ popped his head up and hesitated upon seeing you loom over his crouched form. “It’s an old Eclair my pops gifted me.” He answered to which you nodded.
“Nice.”
“Hey, How come you don’t gotta film none of this in order?” Bobby-Lynne’s voice cut in before things could get awkward.
RJ turned his head further. “Well, once I have it all in the can, I can rearrange it however I want.”
You leaned against the van as Bobby-Lynne shifted her gaze from you to Lorraine. You took a deep breath and followed her prompt. casually, you strutted over to the latina running a hand through your damp hair.
“Hey.” You greeted cautiously unaware of how the brunette might react.
She froze her knob turning and met your gaze, her lips quirked up slightly. “Hi.”
“You’ve been quiet, penny for your thoughts?” You asked with a tilt of your head your flannel blowing in the slight breeze.
“I’m fine. I’ve always been quiet. Why have you been so quiet?” She quipped.
You smirked as you crossed your arms pushing your shoulders back. “I haven’t had much to say.” You shrug nonchalantly.
Lorraine hummed before walking off toward Bobby-Lynne and RJ without another word. You couldn’t help the way your gaze fell to the sway of her hips as she adjusted her grip on the base of the microphone before holding it above her head as RJ rambled about french film style. She was testing her levels, and she was focused… and you were very sure that she was avoiding you.
You came up close behind her as Jackson held out the slate for the camera. RJ’s mind was busy with his filming and camera work.
“And, hit it.”
Jackson clacked the slate down before setting it aside. He took the gas nozzle in his hand with ease.
“Alright, go ahead and fill ’er up.” RJ directed.
You heard the gas flowing into the tank as you stayed silent.
“You know, if you tilt the camera up from the nozzle, it’ll look like he’s using his cock.” Bobby-Lynne interrupted.
You hummed appreciatively at her suggestion causing Lorraine to glance back at you as she held the microphone with her thin arms stretched above her head. You winked at her as RJ shifted the camera angle and your gaze shifted back to the scene being filmed.
Lorraine looked away from the scene visibly uncomfortable causing your lips to tilt as she tried her best to focus on keeping the microphone in position. Her headphones over her ears as her cheeks flushed. RJ looked back at Bobby-Lynne with an appreciative smile on his face as Lorraine stared intensely at the signs on the gas pump.
“See? I got good sense, too.” Lynne simpered as she stared over the rim of her sunglasses before strutting off with confidence.
You stepped away from Lorraine and climbed back into the van. A few minutes went by with you rubbing conditioner and gel into your palms before raking your fingers through your hair as it dried in the summer heat, doing what you could to stop it from frizzing up.
You heard Wayne come out of the store as he asked RJ about the scene. You hadn’t quite figured out how you felt about the old sleaze yet. You’d met him the first time you worked with Lynne and he seemed nice enough just a suit in your eyes. But then he got with Maxine and that put you off. Yes, they’re both adults but the twenty year age gap was enough to make you wary of the old bastard. So it was rare you exchanged anything besides pleasantries with him.
Jackson, Lorraine and RJ climbed back into the van as Bobby-Lynne chatted with Wayne. You sighed and wiped your hands on the hand towel you brought before shaking your hair out, twirling a curl or two around your finger to make sure it clumped properly. You groaned as the heat began causing you to perspire. You removed your flannel from your arms leaving you in just your tank top and jeans. You shifted your hips backward then forward adjusting in your seat as Maxine called for Bobby-Lynne to get in the van. You looked up just as Lorraine quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks growing redder by the minute.
You pulled an unopened bottle of water from your bag figuring the heat was getting to her as Bobby-Lynne finally took her seat between you and Jackson. You leaned forward with your arm outstretched. “Raine, here.” You swished the water in front of her and she took it with a quiet thank you uncapping it and taking a sip as she eyed you relaxing back into your spot. When she gulped a few gulps RJ took the water from her and drained the rest of the bottle before tossing the plastic aside. You observed silently before shifting your gaze away from the ‘happy’ couple.
After passing a fairly gruesome car wreck you found yourselves pulling into the property.
“This is it. Our own studio backlot.”
“Thank goodness. I’m horny.” Bobby-Lynne sighed in relief as she rubbed at Jackson’s thigh.
“You’re always horny.” RJ quipped.
“No, not always.”
RJ clambered forward clumsily to stick his head between the two front seats causing you to cringe as he entered your personal space a bit. “It’s perfect.” He whispered mostly to himself after he got a good look at the farm. “It’s really gonna add a lot of production value.”
You pulled your legs closer to yourself so he wouldn’t be leaning over them.
When the van came to a stop Wayne was the first to speak as he climbed out of the van. “Y’all stay put while I go and handle business, right quick.” He instructed. You picked the script back up and skipped to your part. The Farm hand, which meant your first scene was to be filmed in the barn. Your ears filled with the sound of lips smacking as Bobby-Lynne and Jackson basically devoured eachother right next to you. You leaned away from the couple as you kept reading through your lines. Out of your peripheral you noticed Lorraine shift away from the horny couple and closer to her boyfriend looking for comfort you assumed.
Lorraine’s soft voice was a mere whisper in your ears as she confronted RJ. “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I agreed to help out on your film.”
Your ears twitched, the only indicator that you were anything less than completely absorbed in the script you were reading.
“You gotta start somewhere Lorraine.”
“RJ, it’s smut.” She argued, her voice raising an octave higher.
“When did you become such a prude?”
Your jaw clenched at that, you weren’t a fan of him before, but now…
“I’m not.” Her voice was insecure now, completely unsure and slightly dejected, “I just don’t understand why you’re doing all this.”
“Because it is possible to make a good dirty movie.”
You cleared your throat at his dismissal and set the script down with a sigh. Shutting your eyes and blocking out everything.
“Something’s wrong.” You heard Maxine mutter that caused your eyes to open and apparently pulled Jackson’s attention too.
“What you talkin’ bout?” He questioned with furrowed brows as he tore his lips from Bobby-Lynne’s.
You peeked past the seats and out of the windshield as everyone drew forward with concern. You narrowed your eyes seeing Wayne with his hands up and a long-barreled shotgun aimed at his chest.
“Shit.” You whispered, climbed over the seat and opened the driver’s door to step out of the vehicle. Maxine opened the glovebox and grabbed a revolver handing it to you through the window. You took it and let it rest in your palm as Jackson peeked his head between the seats. You tucked the gun in your waistband as you walked up the driveway.
“Y’all trespassing. The law says I can shoot.” Your eyebrows furrowed at the gravelly voice.
“Sir, I ain’t from the county. I’m from Houston.” Wayne informed shakily. “We spoke on Tuesday. You remember? About y’all’s boarding house?”
You watched as the shotgun lowered from the side of the porch just out of view. You sighed in relief glad that you didn’t have to use the revolver tucked in the back of your pants. You turned back to the car with a thumbs-up letting the film group know it was okay. You left Wayne to walk back towards the van figuring your presence would only cause the shotgun to be brought back out. You climbed into the driver’s seat leaving the door slightly ajar so as to not startle the old bat into putting buckshot in Wayne’s chest. You sighed shakily as your hands trembled and you let your head rest against the headrest.
“Is everything alright?” Maxine asked and you nodded.
“Man thought he was the government or some shit.” You explained before reaching into your waistband and handing the gun back.
“Well, shit.” Jackson muttered. You nodded and climbed gracefully back into your seat in the back holding your trembling hands in your lap to hide the shaking from anyone who might be looking for weakness in you, something you learned to do as a teenager.
Jackson patted your knee. You figured he saw the shaking and wanted to offer a subtle comfort. The old man stepped out into the light. At least you figured he did from Jackson’s commentary.
“Wow, that’s one ugly son of a bitch.” You snorted as Lynne chuckled at the comment. You were just doing your best to steady your breathing. When you opened your eyes you stared down at your palms. Chancing a glance in Lorraine’s direction to find her gaze already on you, her brows furrowed. She looked away. And you followed suit.
You helped carry the bags and supplies into the boarding house taking bags from Bobby-Lynne’s arms and from Maxine’s, who was busy staring at the window of what looked like a plantation home. “You alright there, minx?” You asked her, snapping her gaze away from the house as you looked up towards it, you thought you saw a shadow as the curtain moved.
“Yeah, this place gives me the heebie jeebies.” she muttered as she handed you the suitcase.
“Yeah, I feel that, let’s just film this so we can be done with it, yeah?”
She nodded unsure but she trailed ahead of you and you watched her walk before following after.
Much like ants you all lugged your belongings across the property following the decrepit old fart while Wayne made polite conversation. You were in the back so you could only really hear what was shouted, and even then you weren’t really paying attention. The fact that Lorraine’s hand was interlocked with RJ’s was causing a burning sensation to rise from your chest to your throat like bile. You tore your eyes away with a breathy trill of your lips.
You halted with the rest of the group and for a second you were unsure why until you saw the old man keeled over hands on his knees wheezing for air. As soon as Wayne touched his back the old man fell back into step seemingly averse to the touch. The only thought in your head at that moment, ‘I wouldn’t trust those hands either, old fella.’
When you entered the building you whistled at how homey yet drab the house was.
“She ain’t much.” The old man rasped, referring to the house.
“She’s gorgeous.” RJ countered.
The man went into the history of the house and you weren’t at all surprised how far the house dated back to. You were however surprised at the fact that the man was older than you thought and for some reason hadn’t managed to croak yet. You chuckled to yourself at the thought.
“I don’t recall you mentioning you’d be bringing all these— others.” The old man whom you’d overheard was named Howard confronted Wayne, his gaze lingering on you and Jackson, a sneer on his face.
“Now about that…” Wayne stepped away from Maxine, “See your ad said $100 dollars, but… I threw in a little extra to sweeten the deal. I hope that’s okay.” He handed over a few hundred bucks as you wandered toward the bedrooms wanting to be out of the man’s line of sight.
“Well I’ll give you my word, you won’t even know we’re here!” You heard Wayne yell before the door shut with a thud.
Bobby-Lynne was the first to speak up as you rounded the corner. Sarcastic praise spewing from her lips as you lean against the wall.
“How could you just stand there and let him talk about us like that?” Maxine asked with budding resentment.
“What’d he say?” You asked as you stepped closer to the brunette in the tube-top.
“Oh, calm down. Ain't no need to harsh the mellow. It's harmless. He's just old. His pecker ain't probably been hard since before you were born. I'd hate people like us then, too.”
Lorraine looked like she was shaking in her boots as she finally spoke up again since the ordeal in the van. “He don’t know what we’re doing, does he?” Her eyes were wide and she looked to be nearly trembling.
“So, church mouse, you do speak.” Wayne teased his eyes wide as this was the first word she’d exchanged loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned from where he was perched looking out the window watching Howard walk away and stalked toward Lorraine, bending slightly so they were face to face as he spoke softly. “No. He sure doesn’t. And I intend to keep it that way.” Lorraine looked him up and down with wide eyes.
“Hell, if the old bastard found out he’d probably have a heart attack.” You chuckled dryly. To which Wayne nodded pointing at his temple then back to you.
“Now, I don’t wanna give the old codger a heart attack, would you? It’s better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission. You know what I mean?” Wayne asked Lorraine as he strutted towards you and threw an arm over your shoulder. You cringed and stepped away from his grasp.
“Don’t talk to her that way.” You asserted turning to look the man in the eye.
Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “What I’m just chattin’.”
“Your tone. Don’t threaten her, You don’t need to talk down to her and put all this pressure on her just cause she wants to do the right thing.” You glared at him stepping in front of Lorraine so the two of you were eye to eye. “Just cause the rest of us are okay with lying, and you yourself are a little morally bankrupt don’t mean that she has to be okay with it. Leave her alone. All of you.” You glared around the silent room turning to get a look at RJ to make sure he knew he wasn’t exempt. “I mean it.”
Everyone looked a bit taken aback. Wayne broke the tension as he chuckled and bowed his head, throwing his hands up in surrender. “Well alright desperado.”
You watched the man back down and relaxed your stance. The sound of a car engine catches his attention as he heads back towards the window to watch Howard pull off. “Alright, that’s enough jabberin’. I reckon it’s about high time we cut to the chase and we give the people what they wanna see. What do you say?” He smiled giddily.
“Fuckin’ finally.” Bobby-Lynne popped up from the old sofa catching your gaze.
…
You leaned against the doorway as Jackson fucked into Bobby-Lynne with her ankles resting on her shoulder, her moans were breathy and whiny. Your gaze shifted to Lorraine. You opted to keep an eye out for her considering how no one else seemed to be concerned about her comfort, you just wanted to make sure she wasn’t overwhelmed, however her eyes were glued to the scene in front of her as RJ directed Jackson to flip Lynne over onto her hands and knees.
You smirked as you watched Lorraine watch Jackson work her curiosity obviously peaked as her jaw went slack in the subtlest of ways. The headboard thudded against the wall as Bobby-Lynne began muttering expletives.
“That’s great, just scooch your chin up for me.” RJ instructed enthusiastically. “Great, now slow it all down, I wanna see the passion.” He could barely be heard over the moans flowing from the blonde’s lips
“Hey, kid.” Jackson grunts at RJ. “How about you just point the camera and stay in your lane. Let me do the screwin’ here.”
You snicker as Bobby-Lynne chuckles through her moans. RJ lowers the camera, his face twisted in gloom. Before he looks to Lynne’s smiling face and brings the camera back up to capture the moment. The blonde’s moans become louder and more exaggerated and you smirk knowing exactly what spot Jackson had just managed to hit. You sighed and slunk out of the doorway and back towards the parlor of the house. You watched the front door shut and you were left with Wayne. He tossed you a pair of beat up cowboy boots that were your size.
“Them loafers are much too shiny, you need to look the part.” He smirked and took the cowboy hat off his head and sat it on top of yours. You sighed and toed off your sleek loafers and set them aside before tugging on the boots, your bootcut jeans falling over the worn leather with ease. You stood up and brushed your hands on your jeans.
“How do I look?” You asked him as you stood with one knee bent slightly.
He looked up from the handful of almonds he was chewing on. He gave you a once over. “Like a real Texan, desperado.” He praised. his new nickname for you stamped on the end of his sentence. “Listen, I ain’t mean to offend you earlier with how I was talkin’ to Lorraine. I just- the man had me staring down a barrel before he even knew who I was. There's no tellin’ what he’d do if church mouse went running that mouth of hers.”
You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it man, I was out of line. She ain’t even my girl.”
Wayne shook his head in return. “Listen, as far as I’m concerned she is more your girl than RJ’s. He should’ve been the one taking up for her, but it was you. She’s gonna remember that. You like her?”
You hesitate before nodding slightly as he replaced the black cowboy hat that he’d given you with a white one.
He hums, fanning himself with the white hat. “I thought so. Does she know?”
You shrugged. “She wouldn’t go for a person like me anyway.”
Wayne kisses his teeth before sitting next to you. “Girls like her just need a little convincing. Just show her what she’s missing, I'm sure she'll come around.”
“I don’t know. I don’t wanna be a homewrecker, ya know.” You spoke glaring down at the black boots on your feet.
Wayne chuckled before pointing behind him with his thumb.
“They ain’t married, and they ain’t got a home to wreck. Listen, I like RJ. He's a good director, an even better camera man, but he don’t give that sweet pea near enough attention or care. He’s gonna lose her one way or another. I say it might as well be to you.” With that he clasped a hand over your knee and stood up. He headed towards the room they just finished filming in, leaving you to ponder his words.
You took the cowboy hat off your head and let your head loll back as you groaned.
…
Wayne escorted Maxine into the house and you watched her dash past everyone and head straight for the bathroom. You stood knowing your scene with her was coming up. When she came out of the bathroom she looked more put together and determined. You stood awkwardly as she made out with Wayne like no one was watching.
“Let’s go to work.” She muttered finding your gaze as she strutted past the beefy man.
You followed the crew out to the barn, your boots kicking up dirt and debris with each step. Wayne held the door open for the film crew giving you a curt nod as RJ directed you on where to stand, and what you’d be doing. Your script was folded over in your hand as you chanced a peek at Lorraine who was adjusting the boom mic. You watched Maxine situate herself crouching down in the straw near a cow with a bucket, her hair in two braids with a red bandana tied securely around her head. You smirked as Bobby-Lynne poured a carton of whole milk into the tin bucket to make sure it appeared Maxine was milking the cow while the slender brunette fidgeted and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face.
RJ’s head peaked over the edge of the enclosure as he held the camera on his shoulder checking the angle.
“Coast is clear.” Wayne whispered giddily.
“Right.”
“Sound speed.” Lorraine muttered softly.
“Okay, we’re rollin’.”RJ muttered while you adjusted your tight bootcut jeans and gripped at your bulging length through the denim as the slate clacked down.
“Farmer’s Daughter, Take one.” Bobby-Lynne spoke softly before moving away from the lens.
“Action.”
IN SCENE:
You strutted forward towards the enclosure as Maxine glanced your way.
[YOU:] “I’m looking for the owner of this farm. His daughter said I could find him here.” You spoke with confidence.
[MAXINE:] “You must have been talking to my sister.”
[YOU:] “Sister?” You questioned with an arched brow as you leaned against the wooden post and removed your hat.
[YOU:] “She didn’t mention you.” You let your gaze trail over her figure as she acted timid.
[MAXINE:] “Not surprised.” Maxine rose to her feet grabbing the handle on the bucket as she eyed you letting the bucket hang with a limp wrist and a bent elbow. “She’s always been jealous.”
She let her eyes rake over you.
[MAXINE:] “I’m younger, get all the attention.”
She walked out of the stall one foot in front of the other giving her hips a seductive sway.
[MAXINE:] “Daddy never lets her leave the farm anymore.” She looked over her shoulder at you. “He’s very protective.”
[YOU:] “Well, I was hopin’ to get my pay before it got dark.” You spoke loud enough for her to hear from the ten foot distance that she managed to create as you hovered in the hay strewn floors at the back end of the barn as she neared the ajar barn doors.
You watched her set the bucket down, bending at the hips and pushing her ass out for the camera. She peered over her shoulder as she straightened up.
[MAXINE:] “We shouldn’t disturb him. It would only make him angry. You wouldn’t like daddy when he’s angry.” She turned to get a good look at you. “I could give you something for your time.”
Maxine simpered, causing you to smirk as you tilted your head slightly before stalking toward her.
END SCENE.
“Cut!” RJ called. You relaxed in an instant as Wayne got to work laying down a blanket on top of a bail of hay. “That was perfect.” RJ complimented.
Your gaze found Lorraine who was rolling her shoulders back as she dropped the microphone for a moment letting it lean against her frame as she stretched her stiff muscles.
“Okay, we are gonna jump right in, so make sure you’re ready. We have to move quick before we lose the sun.” RJ rushed you over to the blanket where you laid down and began unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, your cock already hard and bulging through your black briefs as you slid your pants down your thighs.
A couple minutes later Maxine stepped forward bare as the day she was born and straddled your hips. She pushed your tanktop up to just below your breasts displaying a couple tattoos but you could tell her focus was on your defined abs as she raked her nails over your taut muscles. You looked away. “Lynne.” You prompted watching the blonde prance over eagerly with the roll of magnums ripping one off and handing it to you. You took it and ripped it open with one hand and your strong white teeth you pulled the rubber from the packaging and handed the rapper back to the blonde with a muttered thanks. You smirked up at Maxine and thrusted your clothed length against her molten core, her slick smearing across your black boxer-briefs as she planted a hand on your chest and bit back a moan.
You shimmied under her as you slid your briefs down to your pants that were resting bunched around your ankles. Your length brushed against her slick heat causing you to bite down on your lip. Maxine grinded down on your length, getting it wet and causing your head to roll back and your eyes to fall shut. That's when you heard a soft gasp, your eyes opening to find Lorraine with flushed cheeks, her gaze trained on your hard length as her grip on the mic faltered. Maxine plucked the rubber from your fingertips and rolled it onto your large length. You knew you had nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide, your cock was eight inches when you were fully aroused and you had sizeable girth too, so your confidence was obviously through the roof.
“Ready?” RJ asked. You nodded.
“Action.”
IN SCENE
Maxine Impaled herself on your cock causing you to groan as she hummed and moaned softly in appreciation as she began riding you slowly at first. You couldn’t help but wish that she was someone else as you gripped her hips and shut your eyes. Maxine was attractive and she was tight and wet, but she wasn’t who you wanted. You let your head fall back as the camera rolled, your eyes drifting to the object of your desires. Lorraine.
The brunette watched you with wonder, a look in her eye you hadn’t seen before, curiosity was there, but there was something else there too. Something that left the latina clenching her thighs and shifting on her feet as she zoned in on the way your abs clenched as your cock disappeared inside of Maxine’s cunt. A fire burned in her belly and she broke out into a sweat as she tried her damndest just to hold the microphone, but she couldn’t possibly ignore the wetness pooling in her panties. As you breathed heavily while looking straight at her. Maxine’s long soft moans filling the barn as you rolled your hips up into her ministrations letting your focus fall back on the scene.
Lorraine figured it was Maxine’s appearance. The slender brunette resembled Lorraine in the most general of ways. That had to be why she couldn’t help imagining herself in the slightly taller brunette’s position. If she let her mind wander she’d be able to replicate the scene perfectly in her head. The way the straw would feel pressing into her knees as she rode you into the sunset.
The sun. The way the warm orange and pink lighting bathed you in it’s warm glow as Maxine’s hands trailed over your breasts and around your neck applying the slightest pressure as you grunted softly as you gazed at her like she was the only girl in the world a subtle smirk on your face as you ran your hands up to run your slender fingers over Maxine’s ruddy nipples drawing a whimper from her lips as her eyes fell shut.
You could tell she was getting into it as her hands reached forward while her head tilted back. Her warm fingertips brushed your cheeks and lips before they drew higher and laced through your hair tugging at the strands and ripping a relatively loud moan from your lips.
“Ah.” You moaned breathily.
Her hands left your hair as you gripped her hips and forced her to rock against you faster. Her hands trailed back over your face causing you to let out a breathy chuckle that had Lorraine practically gushing at the eroticism of it all.
“Uh, ah! Ah!, ah!” moans tumbled from Maxine’s lips as she shifted her gaze to the camera. RJ was much too close for comfort as his scent filled your nostrils, he smelt like a grungy dog and it made your nose scrunch.
You felt yourself going soft as you lost interest in the scene which prompted you to tilt your head forward and catch Lorraine’s gaze once again, only this time she held it her lips slightly ajar as her chest heaved. She stepped forward moving around to make sure she didn’t appear in the shot as she adjusted her grip on the microphone.
Maxine’s nails dug into your abdomen as you thrusted your length deeper into her causing her eyes to squeeze shut as your tip punched her cervix, her jaw slackened. “Ah! Fuck!” She cried her moans growing louder and more frequent as you planted your feet on the floor and rocked your hips up into her, consistently bringing a thumb to her clit as you felt her walls begin to flutter and clench around you. The camera wasn’t on you so you took the opportunity to show Lorraine just how good you could make her feel if given the chance. Maxine rode you harder as you swiped at her clit with your thumb bringing her to the brink seconds later. You were sure that her falling over the edge was a sight to behold, but you had your sights set on someone else. You smirked as Maxine gushed around your cock and grinded into your thumb as she gripped at her own breasts pinching and pulling her nipples as her back arched, nearly causing her to topple over in her fit of pleasure as her moans grew whiny and tight.
You could swear you saw Lorraine’s lips quirk up as she watched with vigor. Her gaze shifting rapidly over the scene from your abs and face to where your shaft disappeared in Maxine’s taut entrance. From Maxine’s swaying breasts to her arched back and face contorted in pleasure and back down to your cock and abs before her eyes locked on yours again. Her feet shifted in the straw as she was obviously having trouble standing still as she practically trembled in her spot, the soft quirk of her lips etched into her face.
Maxine’s hips stuttered as she began slowing down her whiny moans falling into soft breathy hums again as she came down from her high.
END SCENE
“And, cut!” RJ called. You sighed a satisfied smirk on your face as you carefully lifted Maxine off of your cock and sat her on your thighs as you sat up. One arm supported her weight as you used the other hand to roll off the slick condom. “You’re a natural.” RJ complimented Maxine.
You shook out your hair as the brunette stepped off of your lap onto trembling legs. “Lynne.” You called.
Bobby-Lynne skipped forward and tossed you a towel. You wiped off Maxine’s slick and the lube from the condom shivering at the sensation as your dick was still painfully hard and consequently sensitive. “Whew, sugar. I’m half tempted to take a ride myself.” Bobby-Lynne grinned with mischief in her eyes as she took the condom from you and shoved it in the wrapper she was holding onto.
“That’s a wrap for today.” RJ spoke.
You rose to your feet, your cock standing at attention. You looked to Lorraine who was staring intently at the length of muscle before you bent down and pulled your boxers and jeans back up confining your length back into your jeans leaving you with ample bulge as you buckled your belt and pulled your tanktop down as Wayne clapped you on the back. “Lucky I’m not a jealous man desperado.” He teased as he sat the cowboy hat back on your head. You chuckled and began walking towards the exit.
“I’m starving, tell me you got something other than bread at that gas station.” You smirked as you stepped out into the evening air.
“We’ve got canned oysters, blondie said you were a fan of ‘em.”
Your lips quirked up as you walked under his arm that was thrown across your shoulders. “Just what I needed.” You muttered as you made the trek back to the boarding house.
…
You smirked as you toked on a joint eyeing Lorraine who was leaning forward in the armchair across from you when RJ slunk past your vision breaking your gaze. Soft music played in the background as you turned to catch sight of Maxine who just entered the parlor. Wayne danced subtly in the kitchen as he sliced into some suspicious looking meat while Maxine dug through the fridge for a beer handing one to you as you sunk into the yellow sofa.
“Thanks.” You murmured as she sat down next to you. You set the beer by your feet opting not to open it just yet.
“You were amazing out there. Now I know why Wayne left his wife for you.” Bobby-Lynne complimented the slender brunette.
“So do I.” You smirked.
“Careful.” Wayne turned pointing at you with the knife. You put your hands up in surrender before passing the joint back to Jackson. “Told y’all she was somethin’ special. X factor.”
You watched the latina as she picked at her fingernails nervously meeting your gaze every once in awhile before looking away.
Wayne squeezed in-between you and Maxine on the yellow sofa setting down the plate of meat and bread.
“Thanks baby.” Maxine breathed softly, leaning forward she grabbed her sandwich and bit into it. Lorraine’s gaze on her now as she threw her feet over Wayne’s lap before pecking his lips.
You guessed Max had enough of the staring cause next thing you knew she was eyeing Lorraine back. “What are you lookin’ at?”
“Wait, come on now.” Wayne tried to diffuse the tension as Lorraine shifted in her seat uncomfortably at being caught out.
“Leave her.” You quipped only to be ignored.
“No, Wayne.”
Lorraine rubbed her palms against her rust red, jean-clad thighs as her gaze shifted to the boots on your feet.
“Anybody ever teach you not to stare?” Maxine poked, “It’s rude.”
You rolled your eyes as you leaned down to grab the beer by your feet and cracked it open taking a gulp of the disgusting liquid.
“You got something to say to me or what?”
“No.” Lorraine’s voice was barely a whisper as she shrunk into her seat.
You looked to RJ who was sitting a few feet away just eyeing the confrontation like a deer in headlights. “Well, I do have a question.”
You perked up as Lorraine asserted herself in the slightest of ways. You took another sip opting to watch this scene play out.
“See, she’s interested is all.” Wayne attempted to diffuse as he rubbed at Maxine’s thighs soothingly. “What’s on your mind, church mouse?”
“Isn’t it strange?” Lorraine asked Wayne. “Watchin’ her doin it with ‘em?”
You arched a brow and turned to Wayne quite curious of his answer yourself.
“It’s just business.” He inhaled affectedly, “As long as the camera’s runnin’.” He turned to look at you with a smirk and a daring point.
You nodded in understanding and took another gulp of your beer.
“So the camera changes things?”
“That’s right.”
“It’s not real life, Raine.” RJ grinned. “It’s just a movie.”
Lorraine turned to look at him, her face unreadable. “I know that.” She retorted, dismissing his attempt at poking fun.
She looked bored before turning back to Wayne. “Just sayin’... What about love?”
You nearly snorted but caught yourself clearing your throat and downing the rest of your beer in one large gulp.
“What about love?” Maxine asked.
“Well don’t y’all believe in it?”
“Of course we believe in love.” Maxine spoke around the food in her cheek.
“How can you love someone and still be with other people?” She asked her gaze switching to yours as you sighed and let your head loll back on the couch. Her tone accusatory, her gaze shifting back to Maxine’s just as quickly as it had left.
“You think we don’t have no morals or somethin’, is that it?” Maxine asked dryly.
“No! No, I just…” Lorraine hesitated, feeling all eyes on her.
“Take it from me, letting outdated traditions control how you live your life will get you nowhere.” You popped your head back up nodding at Maxine’s wise words. “I don’t know about you, but I got better places to be than where I came from.”
“Preach.” You mumbled.
“Amen to that.” Bobby-Lynne seconded with a subtle nod.
“And besides, it’s just sex.” Maxine shrugged. “You can decide who you wanna love, but not who you wanna screw. Attraction’s out of our control. It ain’t healthy keeping those feelings locked away inside.”
You watched as Lorraine processed the words carefully, her gaze shifting over to you a second later before dropping.
Bobby-Lynne spoke up next, a teasing lilt to her voice. “I seen you sneaking a few long peeks at Y/N over there.”
Your eyes widened as Lorraine’s brows furrowed. She was quick to deny it. “No, I… I wasn’t looking…”
You smirked as You leaned across Wayne and Maxine, your long arm outstretched as you took the joint Jackson offered to you. “It’s okay, They don’t mind none.” Lynne interrupted
You shrugged. Your gaze shifted to RJ who looked ready to puke up his half eaten sandwich. “She’s right. I don’t mind at all.” You hit the joint as you let your gaze rake over Lorraine with drug-induced ease. “No offense.” You offered RJ. He smiled hesitantly hiding behind his drink as you passed the joint back to Jackson, who looked terribly amused with the whole situation.
“Everybody likes sex.” Lynne continued, “It’s a gas. We’re just not afraid to admit it. Queer, straight, black, white… It’s all disco, Baby. You know why? Because one day, we’re gonna be too old to fuck. And life’s too short if you ask me.”
“Roger that.” Jackson co-signed.
“The fact of the truth of the matter is, we turn folks on.” Bobby-Lynne gestured to you with a cigarette between her fingers, her eyes never leaving the petite brunette’s. “And that scares ‘em.”
“They can’t look away neither.” Maxine cut in.
“That’s right, We’re like a sexy car wreck.”
You chuckled at Lynne’s comment and the obvious subtle goading the two women were doing in your favor.
Wayne hummed amusedly next to you. “Which is how I know that this film is set to explode.” He nodded sure of himself. “Finally people are gon’ get to see what they desire…”
His voice faded into white noise as Lorraine’s gaze shifted to you once again with curiosity and determination, now.
“Aw, Toast to the perverts. They been payin’ our bills for years.” Bobby-Lynne Raised her beer.
“Hear, hear! To the perverts!” Wayne exclaimed.
You grabbed your empty can and raised it along with the rest of the group, quirking a brow as you held Lorraine’s gaze intensely.
“To livin’ a life of excess, being young and having fun till the day we die.” Jackson toasted tapping his beer against Lynne’s. You smiled that boyish grin that drove Lorraine crazy.
“To the power of independent cinema.” RJ.
“To living life on our own terms. And never accepting what self-righteous naysayers have to say.”
“Right on.”
“I don’t know if I agree with all of that, but I did like what I saw today.” Lorraine nodded confidently, a stark contrast to her usual quaint behavior.” A smile slipped its way across her face as she reached for her own drink. “I didn’t think I would but I did.” Her eyes drifted to you as she raised her beer.
“Cheers to that.” You muttered as the tension in the room melted away at her acceptance.
After that Jackson began strumming his acoustic as Bobby-Lynne began to softly sing a Fleetwood Mac song as everyone slouched back into their seats. Wayne laid his head on your thigh as he caressed Maxine’s smooth legs listening contently to the song.
Lynne had a beautiful singing voice, one you’d only heard from behind a closed bathroom door as the sound of shower water beating down on tile muffled the frequencies. But now clear as day you couldn’t help but feel at peace as you bobbed your head subtly completely captured in the moment as everything else faded away.
“I wanna do a scene in the movie.”
The room fell silent, and tense. You turn to eye her, your expression slightly amused as your gaze bounces from her to RJ who looks seconds away from shitting himself. Maxine and Bobby-Lynne share a glance with each other before their gaze shifts to you. Your lips quirk up but you don’t say a word.
“What?” RJ ‘s voice shook as he turned to glare at her.
You sighed, rising to your feet to grab another beer from the fridge as a few pairs of eyes trailed your every movement. You cracked open the can and tilted your head back letting the liquid run straight down your throat as you leaned against the closed fridge.
Lorraine looked unimpressed with his question as she stated clearer. “I wanna be in the movie.”
Her voice was firm as you strutted back to the couch holding back the laughter that threatened to bubble up your throat as RJ received his karma in real time.
“No.” He looked to the group for support but no one paid his refusal any mind. No one except Lorraine as her brows furrowed her new found confidence not wavering in the slightest.
“Well, why not?”
You smirked proudly behind the rim of your beer as you watched the dainty woman stand her ground as she set down her near-empty can.
“Well…because… No.” RJ retorted weakly, smiling nervously through his obvious discomfort. He turned to eye her and upon seeing the deadpan expression on her face he began to fidget turning to the rest of the group though his glare lingered on you. “Did y’all put her up to this or somethin?”
Disapproving exclamations broke out around the group. “She can think for herself, brother.” You mumbled taking a sip of your beer as you adjusted in your seat nodding toward the petite brunette.
“Take it easy. They didn’t do nothin’.” Wayne defended.
“Nobody put me up to anything.” Lorraine spoke calm and collected as she held RJ’s gaze, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Your brow arched. “And…Well I’m young. And if we really are makin’ a good dirty movie, then I don’t wanna just carry the equipment, I wanna be in it.”
“Well, you can’t.”
Lorraine glanced to the side, her brows curling up in challenge. “Says who?”
You couldn’t hold back your snicker so you hid it under the clearing of your throat as you gulped at your beer awkwardly watching the lover’s quarrel. RJ stared at Lorraine dejected. “It’s my film, Lorraine. I mean, it wouldn’t make any sense. We’ve already shot half of it. The story can’t just suddenly change midway through.”
“Why?”
“Because it just isn’t done.”
“What about Psycho? You love that movie.”
RJ pursed his lips before replying tersely. “Well, Psycho is a horror film. And that plot was a MacGuffin to build suspense. And I’m not makin’ that kind of movie.”
“Oh come on, RJ. Nobody’s comin’ to see this film for the plot. They’re comin’ to see tits and ass.” The brunette’s gaze drifted towards you for a second. “And a big dick.”
You couldn’t help the grin on your face as you held back your laughter so you opted to pull the collar of your t-shirt over your lips.
“Lorraine!” RJ exclaimed.
The group broke out into snickers.
“It’s the truth.” Lorraine defended her voice raising an octave as a fire ignited behind her brown eyes. “Why not just give the people what they’re paying for?”
“Because I’m making something better than that.” RJ refuted.
You watched the switch flip inside Lorraine’s head before she opened her mouth to speak using RJ’s own words against him and making a proud smirk grace your cheeks. “When did you become such a prude?” She asked with a tilt of her head.
RJ froze, caught off guard. You guessed this was her first time asserting herself with him.
“Alright, hold on.” Wayne interrupted as Bobby-Lynne glanced at you with a quirked brow, a knowing look in her eye that said, ‘I told you so.’ “I am the executive producer which means I get a word. So why don’t we just take a step outside before anythin’ gets said that someone might regret.”
You turned to see what he had to say after rolling your eyes at Lynne and letting your shirt fall to rest back against your clavicle as your grin faded to a slight smirk. Lorraine glared daringly at RJ as she picked her beer back up before breaking her gaze and taking a long sip seemingly unaffected by the man’s near temper tantrum.
RJ stood and stormed out the front door with Wayne on his tail, the door shutting softly behind them. You sighed.
“Well then.” You spoke after a moment, “You want another beer, Raine?” You asked her as you rose to your feet.
“Please.” She huffed out the extra tension in her body, her posture relaxing. You walked to the fridge as she chugged the last sip. You cracked the can open and handed it to her.
“Well, well, well. I didn’t think you had it in you, church mouse.” Maxine praised teasingly tossing her legs over your lap as you sat back down.
“I told y’all. I could see right through that innocent barrier, this girl is spunky. Didn’t I tell y’all.” Bobby-Lynne bragged.
You rolled your eyes. “It’s nice to see you finally stand up to that misogynistic…” You trailed off as Lorraine shot you a look.
“She one of us now or what?” Jackson asked his words, slurring together.
You shook your head. “Nah, You aren’t a heathen like us, are you Raine?” You smirked teasingly. “Not with that crucifix still hanging ‘round your neck.”
Lorraine rolled her eyes as she sipped on her beer and fiddled with the pendant with her other hand.
“Oh stop. Come on, Baby. Let’s get you dolled up and ready to film.” Bobby-Lynne rose to her feet and took Lorraine’s hand leading her to the bedroom in the back with Jackson trailing after. You hesitated looking towards the door Wayne and RJ just walked out of before shrugging and trailing after the girls.
“Should I get back in costume?” You asked leaning against the door frame as Lynne helped Lorraine take her hair out of its ponytail letting the brown locks flow down her back as Maxine pulled out her makeup bag brushing across her eyeshadow palette with a soft smile on her lips.
“Don’t bother, sugar. Just get undressed.” Bobby-Lynne shrugged and winked flirtatiously before reaching for Lorraine’s shirt and tugging it over her head. You felt yourself harden in your sweats at the newly revealed skin. She was only wearing a yellow bra that made her look much too innocent. When she pushed down her red jeans you had to chuckle seeing the panties labeled ‘sunday’ across the ass. It wasn’t even sunday
A pillow was flung in your direction which you caught. “Don’t laugh.” Bobby-Lynne chastised.
“‘M sorry. She’s just so fuckin’ adorable.” you justified before tugging your shirt over your head and pushing down your sweats and stepping out of them walking over to your bag and grabbing a condom. You sat beside Lorraine a Tent in your boxer-briefs as Maxine applied pink lip balm to the latina’s lips. “Are you sure about this?” You whispered stoically.
Lorraine nodded without hesitation as she kneeled on the bed, her eyes fluttering shut as Maxine applied eyeshadow to her lids. “Okay. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time you let me know. Your consent is everything to me. I don't care how far into the process we are, I don’t care if the cameras are rolling, if for a second there is any doubt in your mind about this just say ‘stop.’” You eyed the side of her face as you spoke gently, placing a hand over her own. You had never had the chance to look at her this closely before, but, man did you like what you saw. Her cheeks dusted with warm freckles, her jaw clenched in concentration, her long eyelashes and dark brows, her pink lips that looked as if they tasted of bubble gum and desires unspoken. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” You mumbled absentmindedly your eyes half-lidded as your body heated up realizing what was about to take place.
Lorraine’s fingers twitched beneath your own as she backed away from the makeup brush prodding at her skin and turned to you her eyes dark and determined as they met yours, her cheeks flushed. “I will. Thank you.”
You nodded and rose to your feet just as Jackson came in carrying the boom mic. You sighed and pushed your boxers down to your thighs. Brown eyes watched as you stroked your long length a few times before spitting into your palm and massaging the saliva into your length. Your fingers brushed the tip of your cock as your head lolled back before you ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it over your length and lifted your boxers back over your length..
You heard the floorboards creak and glanced over your shoulder holding your position with your arms bent as RJ walked into the room, his expression vacant, you almost felt bad, until you realized his feelings weren’t your problem. You huffed and pressed your palms into the raw wood rising back into resting position before continuing your pushups blocking everything else out. You glanced up at Lorraine as she turned away from where she had looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend and reached under her dark tresses, unclasping the crucifix around her neck and handing it to Bobby-Lynne. Wayne pushed RJ’s camera into his chest as you rose to your feet, the girls clearing the room, well clearing the portion of the room that would be shot. The crew collectively wanted to see this play out.
You rounded the bed, jaw clenched in arousal, as Lorraine got onto her hands and knees on the firm mattress, her eyes following you around the room. Jackson adjusted his grip on the boom mic before shooting you a wink and raising it above his head. You exhaled deeply through your nose and met Lorraine’s gaze as you laid back on the mattress next to her. She crawled around until she was facing you, her palm pressing into the mattress between your legs as your eyes roamed over her half-naked figure. Her panties clung to her ass leaving little to the imagination her eyes darkening by the second as she moved to straddle your leg.
Lorraine’s supple skin brushed against yours sending a shiver down your spine as her fingertips ran up your thighs to your hips curling into your waistband as she held your gaze. You lifted your hips and allowed her to tug the garment down and off. Your cock slapped against your belly. You watched Lorraine’s mouth fall open at the sight. Her hands ran over your abs before wrapping around your length stroking you over the rubber. You couldn’t help the way your cock twitched in her palm, nor could you help the way your hips thrusted upward as you hummed out a moan. “Is this okay?” She asked softly.
You smirked at her, completely forgetting about the camera. “Perfect.” Your hands found her hips gripping and kneading at her skin before tugging her hips forward and lifting your thigh causing her cotton clad clit to rub against the muscle of your thigh making a breathy gasp leave her lips. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and wet first, I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” You mumbled.
You pulled and pushed her hips to and fro feeling her juices begin to seep through her white panties and smear against your leg as her fingernails dug into your abs. Her head lolled back as she rutted against the muscle of your thigh with soft moans leaving her lips. You continued like that for a minute, your hand came up to cup the back of her neck, your fingers threading through her hair, you tugged her down about to meet her lips in a tantalizing kiss but you hesitated. Your fingers caressing the back of her neck for a moment her moans burning your ears.
“He’s gonna lose her one way or another. I say it might as well be to you.”
You drew her forward, attaching your lips to her neck nipping at the skin as she rocked harder against your thigh. You licked a stripe up her neck stopping at her jaw before flipping your positions. She was under you now and you had never seen anyone look— “so pretty.” you whispered.
Lorraine blushed as her arms came up to rest comfortably around your neck. You leaned down kissing across her neck and collarbone sucking and nipping at the skin as your fingers came down to rub at her covered cunt, softly at first. You kept an eye on her response as your teeth caught on the strap of her bra tugging the strap down salaciously as Lorraine grinded against your long fingers. you brought your other hand to tug down the cup of her bra moaning before you kissed across her breast and attached your lips to her nipple, laving it with your tongue before taking it into your mouth and sucking gently.
Lorraine hummed in appreciation, her fingers lacing through your hair tugging slightly, surely something she saw Maxine do. You moaned against her breast as your cock twitched in response. You felt like your blood was molten lava as you moved your hand aside from her core gripping her hip possessively as you ground your cock against her wet center, the barrier of soaked cotton doing nothing to mask the heat emanating from her. “You’re so wet for me.” You whispered in her ear as you brought your long fingers back to the gusset of her panties curling them into the edge of the material. Your manicured nails that were painted black brushed against her wet folds as you pushed her panties aside. “Are you ready?”
Lorraine nodded eagerly her eyes on yours not holding an ounce of doubt you leaned back on your knees and pushed her legs up so her knees were bent her feet planted firmly on the mattress. You sighed as the camera came into your peripheral and you couldn't help wishing this was real. You couldn’t help the feeling clawing at your ribcage wishing for privacy as you leaned over the girl and lined your cock up with her entrance. With a deep breath and a reassuring nod from the brunette you pressed forward groaning as her tight entrance gave and your tip sunk inside of her.
Lorraine gasped at the stretch, “Fuck.” she muttered, never having felt so full.
You watched on carefully as her jaw went slack, her head tilting back into the pillows as you pushed yourself deeper, focusing all your energy on making sure she was comfortable. She felt like heaven but you refused to damage your reputation by basking in the feeling of her walls clinging to you like her life depended on it and cumming prematurely. “Fuck you feel so good.” You muttered as you brought your thumb to rub slight circles on her throbbing clit as you thrust shallowly inside of her.
Already you could feel your tip brush against her cervix and you weren’t yet two thirds of your entire length inside of her. “You can take it.” You mumbled pressing forward as Lorraine’s blunt fingernails dug into your bicep. You stopped prying, giving her time to adjust as you thrust the top half of your length shallowly— coating your latex protected cock in her juices before halting completely. You leaned down and kissed at her shoulders, collar, neck and breasts seeing the tension in her roll off as you pecked her tan skin gently. “I’ve got you, darling. Tell me when you’re ready.” You whispered so only she could hear before moving to attach your lips back to her nipple. Lorraine’s back arched as she subconsciously sank herself further onto your cock. Her slender fingers tapped at your shoulder making you pull back into a raised plank.
Lorraine huffed and reached for the end seam of her bra and pulled it over her head tossing it to the side before she pulled you back down so your face was buried in her neck. “Ready.” she whispered.
You nodded and pressed forward her walls stretching to accommodate you until you were buried to the hilt. You both moaned in unison as you paused, your cock twitching inside of her as you bit down on your cheek, willing the tightening in your balls to pass before you lost it.
You kissed up her neck whispering in her ear. “So fucking tight.”
You pulled your face away from her neck as you pulled your length from her clinging walls before burying yourself in her again your breath faltering as your hands gripped onto the sheets beside her head. Your gaze on her never wavering, loving the way her eyebrows furrowed and how her chest pushed upwards begging for attention. How her lip was caught between her teeth as she let out the breathiest little moans. You leaned down, capturing her nipple in your lips as you picked up your pace, thrusting into her steadily until she was pleading for more. “Faster.” She whispered.
Who were you to deny her of her own pleasure. You sat on your knees and grabbed her calves lifting them onto your chest her ankles resting on your shoulders as you grabbed onto her hips and began to work your speed up into harsh, quick thrusts pulling out until only your head was inside of her before burying yourself to the hilt again as her moans grew louder and more uninhibited. When you brought your fingers to her clit her sounds grew whinier as she drew closer to the edge.
“So fucking pretty, you gonna cum for me, baby?” You coaxed breathlessly between moans of your own as the headboard slapped noisily against the wall. Lorraine’s head was tossed back as she cried out cumming around your cock her legs trembling against you as her back arched.
“Ah, Ah! Y/N!” She cried out, your praise pushing her over the edge, her tiny fists balling into the sheets as her body vibrated with pleasure. You groaned as her walls pulsated around your aching cock before you pulled out of her, fingers still rubbing at her sensitive clit until she came down. That’s when you flipped her onto her stomach and hoisted her up onto her knees her thighs still trembling as she chirped in surprise before a guttural moan was ripped from her throat when you re-entered her from behind her pussy more sensitive now, her walls still fluttering around your length.
You smirked and pressed a hand against her spine. “Gonna fuckin ruin you for anybody else.” You muttered before leaning over her and fucking into her like a man gone mad. Her moans were whiny, her words incoherent, the arch in her spine so fucking perfect, god. you were in love. right then, in that moment it hit you. you were in love.
“ungh…” her hand reached backwards grabbing onto your hip digging her nails in and making you hiss in pleasure and pain as she clung onto you. “‘M gonna…” she stuttered.
You smirked as you scooped up her wrist along with the other and pinned them to her back. “You gonna what? cum all over my cock?” You asked brazenly.
Lorraine tossed her head back before burying her face and therefore her moans into the pillows with one last guttural moan and your hand wrapping around her waist to rub against her clit again she seized up her walls clamping around you so tight it forced you to slow your thrusts and do something else, something you hadn’t done since you first started making films like these. Your jaw slackens as you lean over her slight frame dropping her wrists. “oh… fuck.” you moan as you spill into your condom your cock twitching with each spurt as the two of you cum in unison. You bite down on her shoulder to muffle your groans as she moans into the pillows until the both of you slacken, the tension leaving your bodies but not leaving the room as RJ huffs holding the camera up for a few more seconds before setting it down and brushing past Wayne and the girls heading straight for the bathroom and slamming it shut.
You sigh and plant a soft kiss on Lorraine’s shoulder before pulling out and doing the same to her spine making her shiver and whimper at the loss of contact and pleasure. You lay beside her and sigh as she rests.
“You alright?” you ask cautiously.
When Lorraine lifts her head her makeup smudged and her hair strewn over her face, you chuckle brushing a hand through her hair affectionately as she leaned into your touch.
“Well, you’re a little showstopper aren’t you.” Bobby-Lynne smirked with her arms crossed over her ample chest.
“She ain’t little.”
“I’m not little.” she pouted, the both of you retorted simultaneously.
When you locked eyes with her you nodded before sliding off the mattress and removing the condom from your now semi-erect length, tying off the end before tucking it in the wrapper and sliding your boxers back on.
“I’m exhausted.” You breathed as you let your head loll back. “RJ’s gonna try to kill me in my sleep, I fear.”
Maxine cackled at that as Lynne snorted.
“He’s fine. He’ll get over it.” Lorraine sighed sitting up and rubbing at the shoulder you bit you watched her subtly press down on the red mark licking her lips as her eyes fluttered shut. you grabbed your shirt and walked towards her handing it to her for her to cover up.
“Get some rest. I’ll be on the couch.” You whispered.
She looked up at you with bright brown eyes and nodded softly. You hummed. “Alright show’s over get out, losers.” you waved away the crew before shutting the door behind you. Wayne smirked proudly and clasped a hand over your shoulder.
“That’s what I’m talking about, desperado!” He whispered his exclamation.
You couldn’t help your own boyish grin as you basked in the praise. At the start of this trip you weren’t a fan of Wayne, but while he made some questionable choices he was a wise man and his approval made something in you flutter. Jackson nodded his head. in your direction pulling a joint from behind his ear and holding it out to you.
“If she ain’t want you before, she’s gonna be all over you now.” He mumbled.
You took the joint and placed it between your lips, just holding it for now.
Maxine rolled her eyes and shook her head, her lips quirked up. Bobby-Lynne simpered as she eyed you.
Maxine perked up, “I give them three weeks.”
You sighed and let your head hang as you walked toward the couch and unzipped your bag pulling a tank top from it and rolling it down your torso before flopping on the couch and tossing an arm over your eyes.
The group said their goodnights before heading toward their designated rooms but not before you felt something small make an impact with your chest. “Goodnight, playboy.” Bobby-Lynne drawled.
You removed your arm from your eyes just as she cut off the lights. You blinked a few times, your eyes adjusting to the darkness as you looked down at your chest to see the pink lighter with the playboy bunny logo sitting on your diaphragm. “Goodnight.” You called.
You took hold of the lighter and rolled your thumb over the gear before holding down the red trigger. The flame ignited instantly as you brought it to the joint between your lips and inhaled the smoke that flowed into your mouth before letting the trigger go.
