[AN: Little smut, continuation from the previous chapter and a bit of story progress. Next ch will be fun. See you on Monday.]
Alex stepped out of the tub, water streaming off his body in heavy rivulets. Scarlett stayed seated on the floor, legs spread wide, fingers holding her swollen pussy open for him. Her chest rose and fell quickly, nipples tight from the cool air and lingering heat.
He dropped to his knees between her open legs. He gripped the base of his cock and dragged the head slowly along her slit. Up through her folds, over her clit, then back down. The contact made her hips twitch. A low whine slipped from her throat.
"Alex," she breathed. "Stop teasing."
He gave her a slow smirk. "You asked for a creampie. You'll get it."
He lined himself up and pushed forward in one long, unrelenting stroke. Her pussy swallowed him to the base. She was soaked, hot, and still fluttering from her earlier orgasm. The stretch pulled a sharp gasp out of her. Her hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as he bottomed out.
"Fuck," she hissed. "So deep."
Alex braced both hands on the floor beside her head.
Missionary position, but rough. There was no slow build. He pulled out halfway and slammed back in. The wet smack of their bodies meeting echoed off the tiles. Scarlett's back arched off the floor. Her breasts bounced with the force of the thrust.
He set a brutal rhythm right away. Long, hard strokes that drove the air from her lungs every time he buried himself. Each plunge bottomed out with his pelvis grinding against her clit. Her pussy clenched around him on every withdrawal, trying to keep him inside. Slick sounds filled the room as he fucked her open.
Scarlett's hands slid up into his wet hair. She yanked him down until their mouths crashed together. The kiss was messy, all teeth and tongue. She moaned into him every time he slammed home. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him deeper.
"Harder," she panted against his lips. "Fuck me like you mean it."
Alex growled low in his throat. He shifted his weight forward, pinning her more completely to the floor. One hand slid under her ass, lifting her hips so he could angle even deeper. The new position let him grind against her cervix with every thrust. Scarlett's eyes rolled back. A broken cry tore out of her.
"Yes. Right there. Don't stop."
He didn't. He fucked her relentlessly. The pace turned punishing. His hips snapped forward with enough force to slide her a few inches across the wet tiles each time. Her breasts jolted with every impact. Sweat and bathwater mixed on their skin, making every slide slicker, hotter.
Caroline had dragged herself out of the tub and now sat against the wall a few feet away. Her legs were still shaky. She watched them with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand lazily circling her own clit while the other squeezed her breast. Soft moans escaped her as she took in the sight of Alex railing Scarlett into the floor.
Scarlett's moans grew higher, more desperate. Her pussy started fluttering again, walls gripping him tighter with every stroke.
"I'm close," she gasped. "Fuck, Alex, I'm gonna cum again."
He leaned down, mouth next to her ear. "Then cum on my cock. Squeeze me until I fill you."
That did it.
Her whole body locked up. Her nails raked down his back. A raw scream ripped from her throat as she came. Her pussy clamped down hard, pulsing in violent waves. Clear fluid gushed out around his shaft, soaking his pelvis and dripping onto the tiles beneath them. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She kept rocking her hips up to meet him through the spasms, chasing every last pulse of pleasure.
Alex fucked her through it without slowing. The added wetness made every thrust louder, slicker. Her oversensitive walls fluttered wildly around him. His cock slipped out of her pussy, but he quickly put it back in and continued to fuck her.
He felt his own release building fast.
"Fuck, Scarlett," he gritted out. "Gonna cum inside you."
"Do it," she begged, voice wrecked. "Fill me up. I want it all."
He slammed in one final time, burying himself as deep as he could go. His cock pulsed hard. Thick ropes of cum erupted inside her, flooding her pussy in hot spurts. Each jerk of his hips pushed another load deeper. Scarlett whimpered at the feeling, her walls milking him greedily. Cum leaked out around his shaft, spilling down her ass and pooling on the floor.
He stayed buried inside her for long seconds, grinding slow circles while the last pulses emptied into her. Only when he was completely spent did he ease back. His cock slipped free with a wet sound. A thick stream of cum followed immediately, pouring from her stretched entrance and running down toward her ass.
Scarlett lay there panting, legs still spread, chest heaving. Her pussy throbbed visibly, pink and swollen, leaking his release in slow pulses.
She looked up at him with glassy, satisfied eyes.
"Thanks for the creampie," she murmured, voice hoarse.
Alex chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss her gently. This kiss was slow and tender, very different from everything that had just happened.
"You're welcome," He said.
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[Next Day] [4:30 PM]
[The Blind Side Set] [Note: Before anyone asks, I didn't want to show the shooting parts because we just got Spiderman shooting parts. So, for this one, I wanted to keep it brief mentions and show that Alex is spending time with the girls.]
The sun hung low above the football field set, casting long golden shadows across the bleachers and camera rigs. Crew members moved around with the comfortable rhythm of people finishing a long workday. Equipment cases rolled across the pavement, cables were being coiled, and a few assistants compared notes on tomorrow's schedule while the stadium lights slowly powered down.
Alex stood near the sideline with a towel draped around his neck, still wearing part of Sean Tuohy's wardrobe from the last scene. The day's shoot had wrapped only a few minutes earlier. The final take involved a quiet conversation between Sean and Michael beside the practice field, and it had taken three attempts before Lexy finally called it perfect.
Halle had already slipped away toward her mini trailer parked behind the production trucks. The pregnancy had made long days more exhausting, so she always preferred to clean up and change clothes as soon as filming ended.
Lexy walked across the field toward Alex while flipping through a small tablet that held the day's production notes. Her expression carried the focused satisfaction of someone who had just finished a productive shoot. When she reached him, she pulled a small black flash drive from the pocket of her jacket and held it between two fingers.
"Here," she said while handing it to him.
Alex took the pendrive and looked at it curiously while draping the towel over his shoulder.
"The first trailer cut," Lexy replied while tucking her tablet under one arm. "The editing team worked hard for this one. I watched it earlier today and it actually looks pretty strong for a first pass."
Alex turned the small drive between his fingers while glancing toward the camera rigs being packed behind them.
"That was fast."
"The editors have been working with dailies every night," Lexy said with a casual shrug. "They wanted something ready before the holidays so the marketing team could start planning."
Alex slipped the drive into his jacket pocket.
"I'll take a look tonight."
Lexy nodded and shifted her weight while looking across the field where the crew was finishing their teardown work.
"If we keep shooting at this pace," she continued, "we should wrap principal photography around the 28th."
Alex considered that timeline for a moment while watching two assistants carry a lighting panel toward a truck.
"That lines up with the current schedule."
"It does," Lexy said while crossing her arms comfortably. "After that, the real marathon begins. Editing, sound design, color grading, scoring, all the fun stuff that nobody sees but everyone complains about when it goes wrong."
Alex smiled slightly.
"How long do you think the post-production process will take?"
Lexy tilted her head while thinking through the usual workflow.
"Normally, I would say one to two months," she said while tapping her tablet lightly against her arm. "Editors like having extra time to refine pacing and test different cuts before locking the final version."
Alex shook his head gently while leaning against the sideline railing.
"One month should be enough for this project."
Lexy studied his expression for a second.
"You sound confident."
Alex gave a small nod.
"We already planned most transitions and scene timing during filming," he explained calmly. "The structure of the movie is straightforward compared to most dramas. As long as the editor sticks close to the shooting script, the timeline stays manageable. Besides, they have you."
Lexy chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."
He nodded, "Yeah. If you can pull it off in a month, that's great. If you need more time, take it. I don't want a rushed-up movie. This is Halle's first big comeback film and my second movie. Take no risk."
"Alright. I'll do my best. Let's say we wrap it up by January. You got a release date planned?" She asked.
Alex put the drive in his pocket.
"February tenth."
Lexy's eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise.
"That soon?"
"The schedule works," Alex replied with quiet confidence. "The football season atmosphere will still be fresh, and it keeps the film clear of most major spring blockbusters."
Lexy looked across the empty field again while imagining the timeline unfolding. "That actually gives us a strong early year release window."
Alex nodded once.
"The story is emotional enough to stand on its own," he said while pushing away from the railing. "Audiences tend to appreciate films like this during the winter season."
Lexy let out a slow breath while smiling. "I have to admit, this is the second smoothest production I've ever worked on after Mr. & Mrs. Smith."
"That's because the entire team knows what they're doing and they all got their paycheques on time," He replied.
She giggled, "Well, boss. I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," Alex said.
After Lexy left to check on the crew, Alex went to Halle's trailer and knocked. "It's me."
Halle opened the door and walked back to the chair and sat down. Alex entered the trailer and closed the door.
"You doing okay?" He asked.
Halle picked up her makeup kit and began to put on some light makeup. She looked like she had just washed her face. "Just a little exhausted." She took the lipstick and was about to put it on her lips.
"Let me," Alex said.
He took the lipstick gently from her fingers and stepped closer, standing between her knees as she remained seated in the chair. Halle tilted her head back slightly, eyes half-closed, letting him see the clean line of her lips.
He uncapped the tube with a soft click and brought the deep rose shade to her mouth. The first stroke was slow and careful, tracing the natural curve of her upper lip from the center outward. Halle stayed very still, breathing quietly. The color glided on smoothly, leaving a soft sheen behind.
"You always do this part better than I do," she murmured, lips barely moving so the line stayed perfect.
"Practice," Alex replied, voice low. He repeated the motion on the lower lip, following the gentle fullness with the same deliberate care. When he finished, he studied the result for a second, then used the pad of his thumb to blend the edges where the color met her skin, softening any hard line.
Halle opened her eyes fully now and met his gaze. A small, tired smile curved the freshly painted lips.
"Better?"
"Much." He capped the lipstick and dropped it back into the kit. Instead of stepping away, he brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers lingering against the warmth of her skin. "You pushed through a long day. You need to rest. Let's go home."
"We will. Soon." She reached up and caught his wrist lightly, keeping his hand near her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm and rubbed her cheek a bit before taking a deep breath. "But right now this feels nice. Stay here a minute."
Alex nodded and lowered himself to one knee, so their faces were closer to level. The trailer was quiet except for the distant hum of the production trucks outside and the occasional muffled voice of a crew member passing by. Inside, it felt like a small separate world.
He rested his free hand on her thigh, thumb moving in slow, absent circles over the soft fabric of her leggings.
Halle leaned forward until her forehead touched his.
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