Molly | Herophine

Chapter 14: She Fucking Moaned My Name

"Hero..." Jo moans into my mouth as I cup her cheek, tilting her head to deepen our kiss. I'm very tempted to thrust my tongue into her mouth and properly kiss her. She just tastes so sweet, very addictive.

"Cut!" Jenny calls from behind the camera.

"Shit!" Jo murmurs after pushing me away from her. I'm still in a daze from our on-screen make out that it takes me a couple of seconds to realize that Jenny and Anna are now standing there beside Jo and I-Jenny with a frown on her face whereas Anna looks amused.

"Jo, you're supposed to say Hardin's name," Anna admonishes but her smile and eyes are teasing.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It won't happen again," Jo mumbles, a very visible flush creeping on her cheeks. She's trying so hard to avoid eye contact with any of us and I can't seem to erase the cheeky grin plastered on my face.

She fucking moaned my name while the cameras are rolling.

I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now. It's not just me. We weren't making out as Hardin and Tessa; we were kissing as Hero and Jo.

This is the second day of filming with Jo being my new Tessa and this is the first time we're shooting a kissing scene. We've rehearsed with Jenny before the actual filming began and the kiss is supposed to be choreographed up to the last nip. Supposed to be but when Jenny yelled action and my lips touched hers, my innate need for her took over. At first, I thought she was just going along thinking that I was improvising, but the fact that she moaned my name-not Hardin's but my name-proved that she was kissing me as herself and not as Tessa.

"Alright, let's do this again," Jenny sighs exaggeratedly like we've been here for hours when that was just our first take.

The next takes aren't as good as the first time, kiss-wise, since Jo is now following the choreographed version of the kiss. I can tell her walls are up and I fucking hate it. I want her to feel comfortable with me, not impersonal. But I can't just grab her and talk to her in a secluded part of the set now, can I? So I go along with her. I act within the bounds of professionalism as much as I can despite the fact that I just want to eat her up and touch every inch of her body, despite the fact that my cock has been hard and throbbing between my legs all fucking day. By the time Jenny yells it's a wrap for the day, I am extremely wound up and can't wait to head straight to my room and lock myself up and take care of my freaking hard on.

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I hear the buzzing of my phone on the table as I get out of the shower where I took care of my business. My business being wanking while imagining Jo's small frame against the tiled-wall of the shower, her legs wrapped around my hips as her tight and slick pussy takes in all of my hard cock. When I go to check on the screen, it's a text from Shane.

From Shane: We're going out for drinks, you in?

Deciding that I really need to go out and have some alcohol into my system and act reckless for the Friday night, I text a quick reply.

To Shane: Sure.

It doesn't take a couple of seconds before my phone buzzes again with Shane's reply.

From Shane: Lobby in 30.

I change into my usual joggers and white shirt and white trainers, slapping a hat on and grabbing my wallet and phone before exiting my room. I go straight to the elevator and see that it's almost closing. Breaking into a run, I put my hand out to stop it from closing entirely. The door opens again and Jo's eyes widen as she sees me getting into the lift.

"Hey," I smile down at her, noticing that she's wearing a tight little black jumpshorts with heels. The material of her outfit looks silky and it hugs all of her curves perfectly, showing just enough of her tits to be seductive yet not enough to be considered slutty. She's retouched her makeup from the shoot, only this time adding a deep red color on her lips. She looks incredibly sexy in a I'd-want-to-take-you-home-and-introduce-you-to-my-family-before-fucking-you-in-my-childhood-bedroom kind of way. Her red-painted lips break into a smile in silent greeting. "You going out tonight?" I ask curiously.