SMUT WARNING!!
[December 17] [Alex's penthouse]
Winter had settled over New York.
The city moved with its usual December rush. Inside, things were quieter than they had been in weeks.
For once, Alex wasn't on a set or in a meeting.
He sat on the couch with a thick binder open across his lap. Production notes for The Blind Side filled the pages, several sections marked with sticky tabs where reshoots or alternate takes had been discussed during the last week of filming.
Seventy percent of the movie had already been shot.
The pace had been intense.
Between filming scenes as Sean Tuohy, overseeing production logistics, and preparing for the upcoming Spider-Man premiere on December 25, Alex had barely slept more than a few hours each night. His schedule had been packed from morning until well past midnight.
Across the room, Halle sat comfortably in a wide armchair with a blanket draped over her legs. A mug of warm tea rested in her hands. Every so often, one palm drifted down to her baby bump without her even noticing the movement.
She had been watching Alex for the last ten minutes.
Finally, she spoke. "You promised you were resting today."
Alex glanced up from the binder and gave her a small smile. "I am resting."
"You're reading production notes."
"That counts as resting compared to filming a football stadium scene with three hundred extras."
Halle tilted her head slightly. "Close the binder."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "That sounded like an order."
"It was."
He studied her expression for a moment. She looked calm, but the concern in her eyes was obvious.
Halle had been quietly worried about him for weeks.
Between filming their scenes together as Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy, managing Titan Studios, handling press events for Spider-Man, and somehow still finding time for editing and writing projects, Alex had been pushing himself far too hard.
He sighed softly and closed the binder.
"Alright," he said. "Doctor Tuohy wins."
Halle smiled faintly and relaxed back into the chair. "Good."
Alex leaned back into the couch cushions, stretching his arms along the backrest. The silence that followed felt comfortable.
After a moment, Halle nodded toward the binder. "Seventy percent finished already. That's impressive for a film with this many moving parts. I still can't believe we did all that in such a short time."
Alex nodded slowly. "The football scenes take the longest. Coordinating players, camera rigs, stunt timing, and stadium lighting is basically a military operation."
"And the emotional scenes?"
"Those are easier."
Halle raised an eyebrow. "You say that now, but wait until the Thanksgiving dinner scene next week."
Alex chuckled quietly. "That scene is going to break half the audience."
Halle smiled. "Then we're doing it right."
She took another sip of tea before shifting slightly in her chair. "And Spider-Man promotion?"
Alex rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully. "Well, we've done all we can. The rest, we'll see after the movie is released."
"You sound thrilled."
"I'm thrilled about the movie," he said. "Just not the cameras that will follow after that."
Halle laughed softly. "You're literally an actor."
"Yes," Alex replied calmly. "Which means I like acting. Not explaining the same plot points to twenty reporters asking the same questions."
Halle shook her head with amusement. "You'll survive."
"I always do."
At that moment, Max wandered out of the hallway carrying a bowl of popcorn. She stopped when she saw Alex lounging on the couch.
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Hold on," she said. "Why are you sitting still?"
Alex glanced at her. "Because I was ordered to."
Max looked over at Halle. "You finally did it."
Halle raised her tea in quiet victory. "He needed rest."
Max walked over and dropped onto the couch beside Alex. "You do look less like a sleep-deprived billionaire today."
"High praise," Alex replied dryly.
Max tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day?"
Alex thought for a moment.
"Nothing," he said.
Max blinked. "That's a strange word coming from you."
"I'm learning."
She leaned back with a grin. "Wow. December really is full of miracles."
Halle watched them with a warm expression.
Life had become strangely peaceful despite the chaos surrounding their careers.
The Blind Side was moving toward its final stretch of filming.
Spider-Man would premiere in eight days.
Scarlett's film Lucy was almost finished as well. Production had already crossed the ninety-percent mark, with the final shooting days scheduled to wrap by December 23.
Every major project around them was approaching its finish line.
For once, there was a moment to breathe.
"You know," Haley said quietly, "next year is going to be very different."
Alex turned his head toward her. "How so?"
She smiled softly.
"Because next year there will be a little person here who doesn't care about filming schedules, studio budgets, or premiere dates."
Max laughed. "That kid is going to run this penthouse like a tiny dictator."
Alex chuckled.
"I'm already prepared."
Halle looked at him with curiosity. "Oh?"
"I have people who can handle global film releases," he said calmly. "So, I'll have all the time in the world to spend my time with my family."
...
[10 PM]
By the time the clock crept toward ten that night, the penthouse had grown much quieter.
Angelina and Evangeline had already left for Los Angeles.
Evangeline had a major promotion event for The Hobbit the next morning, and Angelina's schedule was equally packed with a photoshoot with Claire, Megan, Bobbi and April, for Titan's new perfume campaign. Their departures had been quick but warm, with hugs exchanged at the elevator.
Halle had gone to bed shortly after.
Filming for The Blind Side resumed early the next morning, and the pregnancy had made long workdays more tiring than usual. Alex had walked her to the bedroom, kissed her forehead, and waited until she was comfortably asleep before quietly closing the door.
Upstairs, faint bursts of sound occasionally drifted down from the entertainment room.
Max and Rachel were locked into another late-night video game battle.
Every few minutes, the muffled sound of Max shouting something triumphant echoed through the ceiling, followed by Rachel's calm voice saying something that probably meant she had just won the round anyway.
[Bathroom]
Steam filled the air above the large bathtub. The water was warm and deep, scented lightly with eucalyptus oils that drifted through the quiet space.
Alex leaned back against the curved edge of the tub, shoulders relaxed beneath the warm water.
Scarlett rested beside him with her arms stretched along the rim behind her, her head tilted slightly toward the rising steam. Caroline sat across from them, one arm resting casually along the edge while her legs moved lazily through the water.
The atmosphere felt calm, unhurried.
Caroline glanced toward Alex with a small smile. "This is the first time in weeks I've seen you actually sit still."
Alex closed his eyes briefly, letting the warmth sink into his muscles. "I've been sitting still all day."
Scarlett laughed quietly beside him. "Reading scripts and production notes doesn't count as relaxing."
Alex opened one eye. "That argument sounds familiar."
"Halle said the same thing earlier," Scarlett replied.
Caroline dipped her fingers into the water and flicked a small ripple toward him. "She was right."
Alex shifted slightly, resting his arms along the edges of the tub. "Yeah, I know. But habit... It's hard to control."
For a moment, the room fell quiet again, filled only with the soft sound of water moving in the tub.
Scarlett's hand moved first.
Under the surface, her fingers found him, wrapping around the thickening length of his cock. She gave one long, measured stroke from base to tip, then paused, letting her thumb circle the sensitive head once before sliding back down. The motion was unhurried, almost lazy, matching the steam-filled calm of the room.
Alex exhaled through his nose, the sound low and rough. His eyes stayed closed, but the line of his jaw tightened. 'Oh, yeah. Finally.'
Caroline watched the subtle shift in his expression, then drifted closer along the curved bench of the tub until her hip brushed his left side. She leaned in without a word, lips finding the damp skin just below his ear. The first kiss was soft, barely there. The second pressed firmer, open-mouthed, lingering as her tongue traced a slow line along the edge of his jaw.
Scarlett kept the same steady rhythm below the water. Up. Down. A slight twist at the crown each time her hand reached the top. She felt him harden fully in her grip, the veins standing out against her palm. Her other hand rested on his inner thigh, thumb stroking idly, keeping him anchored while she worked.
Caroline's mouth moved lower. She kissed the slope of his neck, then the hollow of his throat, sucking lightly enough to draw a quiet sound from him. Her left hand slid up his chest, fingertips dragging over wet skin.
Alex finally opened his eyes.
"You two planned this," he said, voice gravel-rough.
Scarlett smiled against his shoulder, not breaking rhythm. "We discussed options while you were pretending to rest all afternoon."
Caroline hummed in agreement, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Halle said you needed to unwind properly." Another kiss, this one slower, teeth grazing skin. "We volunteered."
Alex let his head tip back against the rim of the tub. He moved both his hands and found their pussies. He began to rub their clits.
Scarlett tightened her grip slightly on the next upstroke, dragging her thumb firmly along the underside. His breath hitched.
Caroline captured his mouth then, kissing him deep, tongue sliding against his in the same unhurried tempo Scarlett had set below. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before breaking.
Alex then turned to Scarlett.
She leaned in and their lips met.
Their lips met slowly, almost carefully at first, like they were rediscovering the shape of each other after weeks of stolen moments and crowded schedules. Scarlett tasted faintly of mint and the eucalyptus steam still clinging to her skin. Alex angled his head, deepening the kiss without hurry, letting his tongue slide alongside hers in long, deliberate strokes that matched the lazy rhythm of her hand still working him beneath the water.
Scarlett sighed into his mouth, the sound soft and pleased. She was too horny and with his fingers teasing her, she was really enjoying the moment.
Her fingers flexed around his shaft, squeezing just enough to make his hips lift slightly. She kept the pace steady, never rushing, drawing out every slide until the head of his cock throbbed against her palm on each upstroke.
Caroline watched them kiss with half-lidded eyes, her own breathing shallower now. She leaned closer, pressing her breasts against Alex's side while her hand drifted lower. Her fingertips joined Scarlett's, brushing along the base of his length where Scarlett's grip ended. Together they stroked him in tandem for a few beats, Scarlett handling the upper half with those twisting pulls at the crown, Caroline working the thick base with firm, rolling pressure.
Alex broke the kiss with Scarlett on a low groan. His forehead rested against hers for a second. He pulled his hands out and stood up.
"Turn back and lean on the edge. I'm gonna wreck you two in doggystyle," He said with his usual confident smirk.
Scarlett turned first, water sloshing around her thighs as she braced both hands on the wide, curved edge of the tub. She arched her back just enough, knees spreading on the underwater, ass lifted and presented. Droplets ran down the dip of her spine and collected at the small of her back. She glanced over her shoulder, lips parted, eyes dark with anticipation.
Caroline followed without a word. She mirrored Scarlett's position right beside her, shoulder to shoulder, both of them facing the same direction. Their forearms rested along the rim, fingers loosely laced together for balance. The steam made their skin gleam; every curve looked softer, slicker, more inviting in the low light.
Alex stepped up behind them. Water streamed off his body in rivulets as he positioned himself between Scarlett's spread thighs first. One hand settled on her hip, thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above the swell of her ass. The other guided his cock, thick and rigid now, until the head nudged against her entrance. He pushed in with one long, hard slide.
Scarlett's breath caught hard. Her fingers tightened on the edge. "Fuck... yes."
He bottomed out in a single stroke, hips flush against her ass, balls pressed tight. For a heartbeat, he stayed buried to the hilt, letting her feel every inch stretching her open. Then he drew back slowly, almost all the way out, before driving forward again, harder this time. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed over the water.
"God, yes!" She moaned in pleasure.
He set a rhythm that was deep and controlled, each thrust rolling through her entire body. Scarlett rocked back to meet him, ass jiggling with every impact, low moans spilling from her lips. Her breasts swayed beneath her, nipples grazing the warm surface of the water.
After a dozen steady strokes, Alex pulled out completely. Scarlett made a small, disappointed sound, but he was already shifting to Caroline.
Caroline was ready. She tilted her hips higher, presenting herself even more openly. Alex gripped her waist with both hands and sank into her in one smooth push. She was tight as usual, wetter from watching, and the stretch made her gasp sharply. Her head dropped forward, wet hair curtaining her face.
"Goddamn," she breathed.
He fucked her with the same measured pace at first, letting her adjust, then gradually picked up speed. Each thrust drove deeper, hips snapping forward until the water around them churned. Caroline's moans grew louder, more broken. Her knuckles whitened on the tub edge.
After another minute, he switched back to Scarlett.
He alternated like that, seamless and unhurried at first, then faster, more demanding. Scarlett, then Caroline, then Scarlett again. Every time he pulled out of one, the other clenched around nothing, aching for the return. Their bodies rocked in sync with his rhythm, asses bouncing, water splashing over the rim in small waves.
Scarlett came first.
He had just buried himself deep inside her again, grinding in slow circles against her cervix, when her thighs started to shake. Her moans turned sharp, desperate. Alex kept the exact same angle, stroking that spot inside her over and over.
"Cumming~" She broke with a choked cry. Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing, and then she squirted. Clear fluid gushed around his cock, mixing with the bathwater, spilling down her inner thighs in hot pulses. Her whole body jerked, ass trembling against his hips as she rode it out.
Alex didn't stop. He fucked her through the aftershocks until she was whimpering, oversensitive, then pulled out and moved straight to Caroline.
Caroline was already close. Watching Scarlett come undone had pushed her right to the edge. Alex slammed back into her without warning, harder now, chasing his own release while driving hers higher.
He reached around with one hand and found her clit, rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts.
Caroline's back arched sharply.
"Oh, yeah. I'm so close. Keep fucking me, Alex," She moaned while rocking her hips.
Alex spanked her butt, "C'mon, Caroline. Squirt on my cock."
Within a few seconds, her mouth opened on a silent scream, then the sound tore free, raw and loud.
She came even harder than Scarlett had.
"OH MY GOD!!! I'M CUMMING FUCK FUCK FUCK"
Her walls fluttered wildly around him, then clamped down like a vise. A powerful squirt erupted, spraying against his pelvis and dripping back into the water in heavy streams. Her legs shook so badly she nearly lost her grip on the edge. Alex held her steady, hips still pumping through the flood until every last tremor left her body.
Her pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock in erratic pulses, milking him with every ragged breath she took. The water sloshed violently around their thighs now, waves breaking over the edge of the tub and pooling on the tile floor.
He didn't slow down.
If anything, he went harder.
Each thrust drove deeper, more deliberate, the thick head of his cock kissing her cervix on every forward snap of his hips. Caroline's moans had fractured into something rawer, half sob, half plea, her body jerking forward with the force of him fucking her through the oversensitive aftermath of her climax.
"Too muchfuckAlex!" she gasped, but the words dissolved into another broken whimper when he angled just right and hit that spot again. "Fuck it! I don't care anymore. Keep fucking me hard."
He growled low against the back of her neck, voice rough with restraint. "You're still squeezing me so fucking tight."
Scarlett, still trembling from her own release, had turned her head to watch. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, eyes glassy as she took in the sight of Caroline being railed senseless beside her. One of her hands had slipped between her own thighs again, fingers lazily circling her swollen clit while she recovered.
Caroline's forearms trembled on the tub rim. Her head dropped forward, wet strands of hair sticking to her cheeks and shoulders.
"Gonna... gonna cum again~" she managed, voice cracking.
"Good," Alex said simply.
He reached around again, fingers finding her clit once more. He didn't tease this time; he rubbed fast, firm circles, matching the brutal rhythm of his hips. Caroline's whole body locked up. A high, keening sound tore out of her throat.
Alex felt his own release coiling tighter, heat pooling low in his gut. The way Caroline's walls kept spasming around him, the wet heat, the sight of both women arched and trembling in front of him—it was too much.
He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt.
"Fuck Caroline Cumming~"
His cock pulsed hard. Then he came with a low, guttural groan, flooding her pussy in thick, hot spurts. Each jerk of his hips pushed another rope deep inside her, painting her walls until it was too much to contain. Cum leaked out around his shaft with every slow grind, milky white mixing with the bathwater and dripping down the insides of her thighs.
Caroline shuddered violently as she felt him fill her. A smaller, weaker squirt pulsed out around his cock in response, her body wringing itself dry. She whimpered his name like a prayer, voice hoarse and wrecked.
Alex stayed buried inside her for long seconds, hips pressed flush to her ass, letting the last pulses empty into her. His breathing was harsh, chest rising and falling against her back. Only when the final twitch left him did he finally ease back, sliding out slowly.
A thick trickle of cum followed, spilling from her swollen, pink entrance and running down her thigh before disappearing into the water.
Caroline sagged forward, forehead resting on her folded arms, utterly spent. Small tremors still ran through her legs.
Scarlett let out a soft, breathless laugh beside them.
"You really weren't kidding about wrecking us," she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction.
Then, she got down from the tub and sat on the floor with her legs open.
"I'm ready for a creampie," She said, spreading her pussy open.
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