Feed My Love -|Kleo Smut Oneshots|-

-Bet-

-|17|-

-|Revolutionary Road, 2007|-

They're fooling around on set, quote-on-quote rehearsing, when really what they're doing is far from anything professional to do with the film.

"Bet I can turn you on for real," Leo says, half-joking, poking her side.

"Bet I can make you come," Kate retorts, pushing up against him before he leaves her to her own corner of the kitchen, and then the crew starts flooding the room.

"Oh, you wanna take it there? Challenge accepted. Just don't give yourself away in front of everyone." He winks at her and watches, delighted, as she fails to think of something clever to say back. "Fifty bucks," he states with a confident, smug look on his face.

"That'll buy me a nice pair of jeans," she smiles wickedly.

The assistant director comes in and announces he's in charge of directing this particular scene, making Kate beam.

Oh, it's on.

The lights dim and the cameras focus, but she doesn't give a fuck about getting into character as the man calls "action".

She comes closer to Leo, step by step, fighting the urge to wiggle her eyebrows at him so he'll laugh.

No, that's not the sound she wants to hear from him right now.

Kate pushes her hands up his thighs and drives his legs apart so she can come between them, pressing their navels together, feeling the warmth of their bodies.

He kisses her fiercely, forcefully prying her mouth open with his tongue and tasting hers, the sweetness, the roughness.

Kate gives everything back, biting at him, sucking on his lips as if showing him what she can do elsewhere.

And when he clasps her waist, roughened fingers digging into her skin through her dress, she almost whimpers.

Almost.

He takes her silence as a challenge when she wraps her arms around his shoulders instead, clasping them together, a signal for him to lift her up like they rehearsed.

Fifty bucks and other thoughts are on his mind when he puts a hand under her ass, fingers digging between her legs from behind briefly before he sets her down on the cold countertop.

She almost tuts at him for the dirty trick.

Now he knows she's wet.

So she tries to get back at him, playing dirty, rubbing him how she knows he likes it when she goes in to take his belt off and unbutton his pants.

He grunts, jerks forward a bit, and she's almost smiling when he reaches under her dress and pulls her fake panties down her thighs.

Spreading her legs, Kate pulls on his back to get him closer.

She sets him up with one more kiss before he has to pretend to thrust into her.

She grabs his nape with a heavy hand and moans in his ear, crying out as realistically as she can, pushing her thighs together to trap him between them.

He shakes in response, thrusting harder so he's humping her, his boxers rough against her real panties, and groans against her neck.

The low vibration makes her tingle, coupled with the heat of his hands on her skin and the feeling of his racing heartbeat.

Kate twists her ankles around his legs, trapping him, clawing at his back with her fingers and pressing her breasts into his chest, trying to ignore the wet heat between her legs.