Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
I lifted my chin and rolled my shoulders back to stand tall. “Fine.” I stepped forward and pushed open the shower door. “Prove it.”
ELEVEN
Colin
Before heading downstairs to the editing bay, Scott turned on the television in his bedroom. He changed inputs and muted the sound, and it only took a half second for me to realize what we were looking at.
The camera they’d set up on the counter, the one which had the wide angle of the entire shower, was broadcasting and displayed on screen. Even though we had our in-ear monitors, the feed helped Abbie and me know what was going on and when to enter the bathroom for our parts.
Shit, when I was able to watch? I had no problem getting hard for my scene.
It was a bit easier to forget how much I hated Madison when she was wet and naked and kissing another girl. And it was weirdly hard to tell which one of them I thought was better looking—when it shouldn’t have been much of a contest.
Abbie was certifiably hot.
There were her piercings, and her tattoo that made her look like a good girl gone bad. Sexy and wild, with nice tits and long legs. I’d been watching porn since the moment I’d been old enough to get around my parents’ filters and find it on the internet, and Abbie was the perfect example of the girls I liked best on screen.
But . . . Madison.
She wasn’t just hot, she was beautiful.
Getting to watch the very first time she was with another woman—I couldn’t look away. The room I was standing in suddenly was on fire, and I began to sweat.
But I clenched my jaw as I watched Abbie bury her face in Madison’s pussy, because I could hear Madison’s moans float through the closed bathroom door, and it made me strangely jealous.
Like some part of me wanted to be the one who went down on Madison and got her to come, not Abbie. Which was stupid. I’d already filmed my audition and done both of those things with the girl I hated, so why did I care? Plus, I rarely hooked up with the same person more than once. The last thing I wanted was for either of us to catch feelings.
One and done was the best way to operate.
I’d have to suspend that rule here at the house, but this was work, and Scott had assured me that everyone was a professional.
Madison looked so fucking good when she came, though. Even though I wasn’t the one to do it, I was glad to get to see it again, and this time without having to think about anything else. She was in side profile and the camera was a decent distance away, but I could still see how her body flinched with the waves of her orgasm.
She didn’t shake the same way she had during our scene. Did I have something to do with that?
At that idea, my goddamn dick jerked in my jeans.
I was anxious to get in the room, because then I’d be in control, and the waiting was making me kind of nervous. The sex stuff I was confident I could handle, but acting was new to me, and I didn’t want to suck, or fuck up the scene.
Finally, my moment came, and as soon as I pushed open the door, all my nerves evaporated. How could they not? Madison was on her knees on the shower floor with her tongue all up in Abbie’s pussy, and my jeans got even tighter as my dick swelled beneath my zipper.
I held up the prop phone Nina had given me, pretending to record as I moved deeper into the room. I’d expected one of the girls to notice me, but they both seemed too into what they were doing to pay attention to anything else.
After I cleared my throat, Madison’s furious gaze found mine and . . . it was fucking weird how much I liked the friction. It was almost fun going through the dialogue we needed to set the scene, ending with her pushing open the shower door and challenging me to prove I was good at eating pussy.
Her guarded eyes followed my hands as I pulled off my t-shirt and threw it away, making sure it wasn’t in the frame. Next, I undid my belt and my zipper, and then jerked everything down to my ankles, so I could be naked like they were. As I stepped out of the wad of jeans, I kicked them, making them slide away quietly across the tile floor.
I wasn’t showing her anything she hadn’t seen before, so it would have made more sense to watch Abbie’s reaction, but I kept my gaze glued on Madison. Her shoulders were tight, her eyes were big, and her breathing was shallow. It was like she still wasn’t prepared to see me like this.