“Hey, Lydia,” I greet her with a smile. “I’m good, just hoping Declan can talk some sense into Webster’s head.”
She raises a brow at my use of Clark’s last name, and I respond with a shrug. The truth is that Clark Webster has barely said ten words to me since we started shooting. All of his criticisms have been to every other member of the cast but me, and I don’t know what to make of it. I have scoured the internet for every bit of information about him that is available, but he still as much of a mystery to me as he was the first time that I saw him.
“Don’t worry. If there’s anyone that Clark listens to, it’s Declan,” Lydia assures me, and I nod. It’s undeniable how close they are. Just as I’m about to say as much to Lydia, the men in question return, now with bright smiles on their faces.
“Okay crew, it’s a wrap for today!” Clark announces as Declan heads towards Lydia and me. “Shooting continues by 6 am tomorrow. Don’t be late!”
“Hello, ladies, how’s it going? Are you two hungry?” Declan asks us. I open my mouth to respond, but he beats me to it. “Great! I thought it’d be a good idea for the main cast to have dinner together, get some bonding time in, you know? There’ll be cars outside to take us all to the restaurant, see you there!” he leaves with that, leaving Lydia and I looking slightly confused but mostly amused.
“I guess we’re going to dinner, then.”
Clark.
The tension at the table is thick enough to cut with a knife.
Or, I should rephrase and say the tension I feel is thick enough. The rest of the people gathered around me are entirely oblivious to it. Declan, as usual, commands all of the conversations as he holds everyone’s attention with some story or another. The main cast comprises only about seven people, myself included, and it truly is a fantastic cast. I know that I should let go and relax with them, but I can’t help but worry if I can make this movie as amazing as I know it could be. Also, Jasmine Tate is sitting right beside me, and every time she laughs or makes a comment, I can feel my cock stir in my pants. I know it’s messed up; she is more than ten years younger than me, and besides that, she is a coworker. I should be professional about things.
“Hey, are you okay?”
My heart stutters as she leans closer to speak directly into my ear, and my nostrils are flooded with the rich scent of her perfume.
I fold up the napkin on my lap and get up abruptly. “I’m going to- bathroom.” I don’t wait to see how everyone at the table reacts to this as I rush to the restrooms.
It’s thankfully empty when I enter, and I head to the sinks to splash some water on my face — Declan’s words from when he pulled me aside earlier ring in my head.
‘Look, man, I know your entire reputation is on the line, plus you have a huge ass crush on Jazz, but you gotta get your shit together.’
I had tried to deny his words, but I knew it was futile. I am hopelessly attracted to her, and the raging hard-on I’m currently sporting proves that. I take a few breaths to try to calm myself down and will my erection away when a soft knock rings around the room.
I look to the door in panic as it is slowly opened and Jasmine peeks inside.
“Hey…” she says tentatively. “Are you alone here?”
I give her a tense nod and hope she decides to leave, but to my horror, she slips in and shuts the door behind her. “Declan said I should come check on you,” she explains, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Why couldn’t he come himself?” I ask, thankful for how steady my voice sounds if a bit strained.
She shrugs. “I’m as confused as you are. I figured I’d be the last person you’d want to see here.”
She must see the confused expression on my face as she gives another small shrug. “I just thought you don’t like me. We haven’t spoken at all since we started working together.”
Her words surprise me enough that I turn to face her fully. I immediately regret my reaction as her eyes go down and notice how I’m still hard. She gasps when she sees it, and her eyes linger for a few tense moments, which makes my cock grow thicker in my pants.
“I think I’ll just-” She starts to head towards the door, and I reach out for her instinctively.
“Wait!” I swallow thickly when she turns to me, and I see that her eyes have darkened, pupils dilated. “I don’t hate you,” I say, not really thinking before I talk. “I really like you.” I glance down at my crotch region as I say this, and her eyes widen in realization.
“You mean…”
“Yes, Jasmine.”
“Can I-” She licks her lips as her eyes trail down my body and back to my face. “Do you maybe want me to help with that?”
Her words momentarily stun me, and before I can convince myself to say no, I give her a nod.
She’s on me immediately, lips on mine in a messy kiss that I don’t get enough time to savor before she pulls back and falls to her knees.
Her hands make quick work of my belt and zipper while my hands settle in her silky hair as she pulls my cock out of my briefs.
“Oh, my God,” I hear her whisper, and a rush of pride swells within me.
“You like what you see, baby?” I ask in a gruff tone. “Wanna have this thick cock fill your mouth?”
