Lights, Camera, Action

Sexy

SIX - SEXY

MARK’S POV

Maybe this was stupid. Maybe Alyssa didn’t want this. Maybe I was about to screw everything up. Maybe, but I had to take the chance. I had to kiss her. And she kissed back and pulled me closer to her. I pulled her onto my lap, running my hands up her back.

“So I’m not the only one who thoroughly enjoyed filming that kissing scene?” I asked, breaking away from her for a moment.

“No,” she answered, staring at my lips.

“I’ll shut up now,” I decided.

“Good idea.”

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she didn’t stop me. Instead, our tongues wrestled, and I slid my hands up her thighs and onto her slim waist, which I gripped tightly. I picked her up like I had in Intruder and we continued to kiss as I carried her towards my room. We were too engrossed with each other to not bump into a couple walls on the way, but we just laughed when we did.

“You’re a terrible driver,” she giggled, but by then we were in my room. I was afraid that she would decide that we should stop, but she didn’t complain. Even so, I felt the need to ask. I didn’t want to ruin anything.

“Is this okay?” I asked, pushing her up against the wall gently.

“Yes, it’s okay. Nerd,” she grinned. She was calling me a nerd when she was the one with Harry Potter tattoos. I just chuckled for a moment.

“I might be a nerd, but so are you,” I told her.

“This is perfect, then,” she realized. 

“I love your tattoos,” I confessed, tracing the one on her thigh. “I think they’re really sexy.”

“I think you’re really sexy,” she replied. “What do you think we should do about that?”

“I think we should get more comfortable,” I breathed, grabbing her wrists and pulling her over to my bed, where my nervous butterflies and adrenaline rush caused me to pin her down and start kissing her neck. She ran her hands through my hair and I could tell I had found one of her weaknesses.

Something about it felt wrong. I didn’t normally do things like this with someone I wasn’t in a relationship with, and as far as I was concerned, we were just friends. But I just couldn’t help myself. The way she ran her hands up my torso, pausing at the highest button that kept my shirt closed…she wanted me too.

“You don’t have to hold back,” I told her when she hesitated. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands across my skin. We both were sitting up now, and she took my hands and placed them on her waist, which was bare since her tank top had slid up slightly.

“You don’t have to hold back either,” she promised. I pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it, and she pulled my shirt completely off of me. My eyes drifted down to the simple tattoo that I hadn’t seen before, just under her bra line. I traced the thin, black lines before sliding my hands up. My jeans tightened as Alyssa pressed herself against me. Her hands drifted down my body, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I pulled them off and pushed her down on my bed so I could take off her shorts. This time, I pressed myself against her. I felt her body reacting and I caught her biting her bottom lip.

“Do you like that?” I inquired, even though I knew the answer. I unclasped her bra and touched her as I grinded on her. Soon, neither of us were wearing anything anymore and I was digging into the drawer of my bedside table.

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For once, I woke up to silence. No buzzing from my phone or loud alarms, just the steady breathing of the person next to me. I opened my eyes and found Alyssa in bed with me, her head resting on my chest as she slept. We fell asleep like that last night, after a whole lot of things happened. Kissing, touching, her moaning my name…I suddenly felt hot as I remembered it all. None of it should have happened, but I wasn’t sure that I would take any of it back. The way she made me feel was indescribable.

“Good morning,” I said as she stirred and her eyes fluttered open.

“Mornings are never good,” she complained, and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“I don’t know, this one isn’t too bad,” I commented, noticing how perfect her bare skin felt against mine.

“I guess you’re right. But I think last night was better,” she said, shifting so she could kiss me.

“That’s very true,” I pulled her on top of me, kissing her harder.

“Crap, I probably should go,” she decided when she saw the time.

“You want breakfast first?” She shook her head no. 

“Thanks, but you got me a drink and dinner last night. You’ve done too much for me already. I need to check on Aubrey and see if she’s feeling good enough for a video.”

“Oh, alright.” We both got dressed and I escorted her to the door.

“Thank you for everything, Mark. I had a lot of fun last night,” she said.

“Me too,” I agreed, pulling her into a hug. 

“See you later,” she said, and she left before I could kiss her. That was weird. Surely, our relationship had changed. We weren’t just friends, anymore, right? Or were we? Was I really just a one night stand to her, a friend with benefits? Because that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to make things official, to take her out on a date, to call her mine and show her off. Last night wasn’t just sex. There was a connection - but I guess I was the only one who felt it.

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