“Go to her now, Charlie. Take her face in your hands and kiss her. Deep. Full,” Margot directed, staying out of the frame but still being very much a part of the shot. He listened and did as she asked, looping his hands around Ruby’s face, a kiss so perfect you would think it were true. He deepened it, pushing her backwards, a thud against the bar, moans, groans, gasps, the kiss intense. I watched and found myself pushing my thumb to my lips in response. “Other camera, please. Get in low. Will, follow him. See the angle. We need action but still soft to begin with.” Will followed the camera guy, crouching down beside him, closer to me. He smiled, checking in before dropping his eyes as I continued to watch. “Charlie, lift her onto the bar.”
Charlie dug his fingers into her hips and effortlessly picked her up before setting her down on the bar. He was standing before her, stroking his hands lightly up her legs, against the insides of her thighs. Pulling her forward with one quick movement, he bunched up her dress, exposing her, no panties, completely bare. He gasped and moved in closer, telling her she was a tease, that he couldn’t stand that she’d been bare for him, no barriers, no boundaries. He looked at her in awe and my breathing became labored, my chest heavy. As they took each other in, I became aware of the heat behind me and the shallow breaths he was also taking.
Will.
I changed my position, splayed my legs out to the side. I could feel a brush of flesh, his hand, close to me, settling on the floor but close to my thigh.
I glanced up to the scene. The strap of Ruby’s dress fell and the heavy fabric curved against her breast. “Move your hand, expose yourself,” Margot said as Ruby followed and her beautiful tits were revealed. I could hear Will take a breath as she started to circle her nipple, Charlie’s hand forcefully stopping it, pressing his body against her, telling her that it’s his job, his obligation, his need. He was urgent in his movements, mouth to nipple, feasting on her like he couldn’t get enough. She dropped her head back in pure ecstasy and the gasps she cried out were in time with his skilled and urgent mouth.
“Take off the dress,” Margot said. “Lose it to the floor. Discard it like it’s in your fucking way.” He followed direction and she was bare, this beautiful woman with her dark skin and darker nipples now fully exposed. She looked in her element, a smile, a seduction.
“Eat her cunt.”
I heard a hiss behind me. Will or the cameraman? Probably both. The words and the scene flowed together in unison. This was power. This was lust. This was magnificent.
Charlie fell to his knees again and pulled her towards the edge of the bar. He raised her leg, instinctively knowing the best camera angle for pussy devouring. “Good,” Margot shouted. “Keep it there.” Will followed the camera, leaning forward, and he was behind me now, a tight space between us. I could feel him. His heat, his chest. A shoulder against mine. I liked the familiarity. I liked the contact. My body was gently humming like the feeling you get in the early stages of love, the vibration of desperation to see the person you’re developing feelings for and you’re on countdown before you get to touch them again.
“OK?” he asked, against my ear. I nodded into him, moving away slowly as I tried to catch my breath.
“Gorgeous!” Margot shouted. “Look at that mouth! Keep going. Use your fingers to expose her clit. Yes! Just like that.” She pointed at the camera guy and to Will. “Closer. Get in underneath. I want to see her pretty pussy.”
The space was tighter now and Will changed position. He was behind me, steadying himself by holding onto my hip. His fingers dug in deeply. I was wearing jeans, rips at the knees, the air hitting my skin and despite the heat, goosebumps erupted along my flesh. His fingers continued to press, and he whispered something sorry or hold on but he kept his hand there and I wondered what he was apologising for. Because this was magical, heady and bold. I leant back, my arse rising up slowly, pretending I was finding a comfortable position but really trying to stretch out the ache in my pussy, get some friction against the denim…against him. I could feel wetness pool between my thighs, a wet spot against my panties. I imagined him licking me there, loving how wet I was, wondering if it was him or the scene that was firing my desires.
“Tongue flatter, Charlie. Press it firmly against her clit and lick slowly. Let’s get the angle.” Will instinctively leant in, looking at the angle, the position, the tongue on her clit. His hand squeezed my hip firmly, almost a grab, a way of holding on and keeping himself together. He rested his chest against me and as a small gasp passed against my ear, I almost screamed out from the sexual tension threading through me, threatening to burst out and unmask my real feelings for him.
I was turned on.
I was close to Will.
I was ready to share my secret and join Charlie and Ruby on the bar with the man I’d secretly lusted
