One Hot Secret by Sarah J. Brooks
Chapter 25
Kyle
Grace’s panties are soaking wet, and she moans and then brings her mouth to mine. She takes charge, meshing her lips with mine. She tastes sweetly of wine. The combination of her taste and wine is intoxicating. I continue rubbing her pussy over her panties, and she presses herself to my hand.
I withdraw my hand from her pussy to caress her breasts without breaking the kiss. Her scent envelops me, drawing me into a world where nothing else exists except the pleasure we’re giving each other. She moans softly into my mouth as I rub her nipples through her dress.
She moves up and grinds her pussy against my erection, and I almost cream myself.
“Fuck, Grace,” I swear loudly.
“I love this,” she says as she coats her juices onto my pants. I cup her ass and help her move faster and harder.
I pull away from her mouth. “I want to be inside you, Grace.”
Without a word, she stands down and shimmies out of her panties. I unbuckle my belt fast and pull down my pants and boxer briefs. By the time Grace pulls her dress over her neck, removes her bra, and straddles me again, I’m naked from the waist down.
She rubs her breasts against my chest and then kisses me deeply. I move my attention to her breast, taking a nipple into my mouth. I suck on it hard while caressing her curvy ass.
“Oh yes, Kyle,” she says over and over again.
I raise her hips and move my cock to her entrance. She gasps when the bulging swollen head of my cock makes contact with her pussy lips. She lowers herself onto my cock and moans deeply as I slowly penetrate her.
She’s so fucking tight. I grasp her hips and pull her down all the way until she’s buried to the hilt. I guide her in long, slow strokes, moving her up and down on my impossibly hard cock. I close my eyes, trying to focus on something else apart from how close I am to coming.
I slide a hand between us and tease her clit as she bounces up and down on me. She lets out a series of whimpers as I circle her swollen nub. Her pussy tightens around my cock and then clenches around it.
Grace screams. “I’m coming.”
That’s all I need to hear. I let my control go, and my orgasm builds up to a crescendo, and my cock gushes out cum deep into Grace’s pussy. I let out a deep growl and hold her in place as I raise my hips up and down, pumping through the orgasm.
When it’s over, I slow down to a complete stop. Grace drapes her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. We stay that way for a few minutes as our breaths get back to normal. She’s the first to move, and as she tries to stand, I grip her hips to keep her in place.
She giggles. “What are you doing?”
“I like my cock inside you like this,” I tell her.
“Me too, but we can’t stay like this,” she says. “Besides, we have to clear the wine glasses, and our clothes are on the floor. We can’t let Maria find them tomorrow morning.”
“Why do you have to be so practical?” I moan, but it’s a fake complaint. I love having a practical woman. And a thoughtful one. I’ve had affairs with women who behaved like divas, expecting the help to pick up after them.
I gently lift her off my cock, and we dress and carry the leftover wine and the glasses to the kitchen. We go upstairs, take a shower, and slip into bed. Grace arranges herself on my chest, and I stroke her hair as we relax.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” she asks, her voice sleepy. She sounds so cute when she’s sleepy.
“We’re starting to shoot a few scenes tomorrow,” I tell her.
“How are you feeling about your lines?” she asks, struggling to stay awake.
“Pretty good, actually.” I’ve worked on my character for months, and I’m confident that I can step into Damon King’s shoes. “Sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
She murmurs something that I don’t quite catch, and I kiss the back of her head. I muse over how much my life has changed over the last few weeks and all because of Grace. My life feels full and purposeful now in a way that work cannot make you feel. Only love can.
I’m startled by the realization that I love her. I’m in love with Grace Hughes. It has crept up on me and settled in as if I’ve always loved her. She makes me happy. I start to drift off to sleep with a smile on my face.
***
It’s an early start for me, and I leave Grace sleeping soundly. I have a call time of 7 AM, which means I had to get up at half past five. The LA traffic is heavy, and it takes us a good forty-five minutes to get to the set.
The first thing that I do when I arrive is check in with the director, and then I’m shown to my trailer. I love having my own space for moments when I need to practice my lines or come down from the high of playing someone else before going home.
Someone brings me a coffee and a bagel for which I’m really grateful. Before I finish my coffee, someone knocks on my door. It’s a woman from the wardrobe. I’ll need to make my way there in half an hour. I’ve barely sat back down before another knock comes, this one noisier and impatient.
Fighting down my irritation, I fling the door open to find Skyler standing there, all decked out as if she’s on her way to dinner. She smiles widely, and I smile back. Skyler has that effect on people, and I’m guessing it’s the same star quality that Marilyn Monroe had.
“Hey, can I come in?” she says in her signature husky voice.
I’m willing to bet that Skyler features in a lot of men’s secret fantasies. She’s built like a Barbie doll, all boobs and curves. She doesn’t do it for me, though. Actresses never have. I learned a long time ago to separate my work and pleasure.
“Sure,” I tell her, and she enters and plops down on the couch. She places her script on the table and pats the space next to her. It’s too close, and I sit at the end of the couch. “I’ve been really nervous about this movie.”
I’m surprised. “Why? I know portraying real-life characters is tough, but you’re an old hand, Skyler. You’ll be wonderful.”
She smiles. “Thank you. Anyway, I came by to ask for a favor. Can we run through one or two scenes together? Just to get a feel for it.”
“Sure.” I’m more than happy too. It’s our first time working together, and it’s probably how she does things. She grabs her script, and I pick up mine, which is under the table. She turns the pages before returning to the first page.
“Let’s do the first scene,” she says.
I’ve memorized the whole script, and the first scene is between Damon Knight and his wife. It’s the night before the fire, and they are getting ready for bed while discussing their daughter’s high school graduation, which will be in a few weeks.
“Sounds good,” I say, and she begins.
We go through our lines, and I’m more than impressed with Skyler’s portrayal of Damon’s wife, Sarah. Her sexiness disappears, and she comes across as a regular housewife. That’s the mark of a good actor.
I don’t realize when it happens, but we’re seated next to each other with Skyler’s skirt-clad legs angled my way and her knees touching mine. My instinct is to move, but it will seem too obvious. I stay put, but I’m uncomfortable as fuck, and I can’t wait for her to leave.
When we’re finished with the scene, she looks up from her script and smiles. “That was beautiful, wasn’t it?” she says.
“It was,” I agree, now itching to move.
She places a hand on my chest as if it’s the normal thing to do. “I’ve always wanted to work with you, and now it’s happening. I’m so excited,” she purrs and holds my gaze.
I’m left with no doubt of what she wants. This time I don’t hesitate. I gently remove her hand from my chest, and she pouts. Then I shift away from her and glance at the time.
“We ought to be on set now.”
“Okay,” she says, recovering quickly. She winks at me, stands up, and glides out of the room.
I stand back and let out a sigh. It’s going to be a long movie to make. I’ve heard it said that Skyler bangs all her leading men and was sure it was just the usual rumors from tabloids. Now, I’m not so sure.
It turns out to be a long day. Skyler touches me unnecessarily a lot, and the people on set, including the director, shoot me sympathetic looks. I wish I could tell her to save her attention for someone else and that I’m taken. But I can’t. I’ve also heard what a diva she is, but because of her talent, no one complains. As long as she performs.
Later that afternoon, as Ethan is driving me home, I feel as if I’ve been working for two days. Dealing with Skyler and working on my performance is akin to doing two jobs at the same time. I was so excited by this movie, but Skyler’s attempts at seduction are exhausting.
I’ve never been so glad to be home. Grace is nowhere downstairs, and I bound upstairs in search of her. The studio door is half open, and I peek in just as she’s mixing some paint.
Her face lights up into a smile when she sees me. She jumps to her feet and runs to me.
“What a nice surprise,” she says as I enclose her in my arms. “I wasn’t expecting you until later.”
It feels so good to hold her. I love the way her body naturally contours into mine. “The first days usually end early. There will be long days ahead, so let’s enjoy these short ones.
“I agree.” She kisses my neck and then peppers light kisses on my jaw until she reaches my mouth.
Her lips are soft on mine, and I cup her face and deepen the kiss. Heat whips through me, and my cock swells as if on command. Not once did I get aroused by Skyler’s antics, but I don’t want to think about her now. I drop my hands and run them down Grace’s spine.
She forks her fingers through my hair and then freezes and draws back. “Oops, my fingers have paint.”
“I don’t care,” I growl and pull her in for another kiss.
I caress her everywhere, our movements growing more frenzied by the second. I lose track of time as we kiss and touch each other. Then Grace pulls away, leaving both of us panting.
“I could do with a shower,” she says, a twinkle in her eye.
“Me too,” I tell her. “But what about your work?” I don’t want to distract her from the work she had planned to do this afternoon.
“I’ve gotten a whole lot done today, so I’m okay if I stop now,” she says. “Besides, I want to hear how your first day of shooting went with Miss Skyler.”
“She’s good at what she does.”
I’ve already made up my mind that I won’t worry Grace with Skyler’s antics. It’s annoying as fuck, but I can handle it, and soon, she’ll get tired and turn her attention to someone else.
Grace hits me playfully. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
