The Warner Bros.
screening for Dead Calm let out just before ten.
Aaron secured a leather booth in a quiet, low-lit lounge off Sunset Boulevard.
No press, no flash, just privacy.
Aaron picked up his drink.
The Beverly Drive salon had delivered exactly what he paid for.
Nicole’s hair was blown out, sleek and severe, highlighting her jawline.
The Australian television aesthetic was entirely gone.
“The cut works,” he noted, keeping his voice strictly clinical.
“You scan as a lead now.”
Nicole traced the rim of her glass.
The nervous energy from the theater was still bleeding off her.
“The final edit of the film.
Give it to me straight.”
“It’s a standard psychological thriller,” Aaron replied bluntly.
“Warner isn’t selling the plot; they are selling your physical appeal in the water scenes.
It won’t break box office records, but it functions perfectly as an audition reel for top-tier directors.
It puts you on the board.”
“It’s the standard entry fee for young actresses,” she said, taking a slow sip.
“You leverage what you have.”
“Exactly.
It releases next month.
We use the resulting industry chatter to force Disney to read you for $3,000.”
She slid her glass across the table, shifting her weight closer.
The scent of her perfume cut through the smoky air of the bar.
“And the project on your desk?
Ghost?”
Aaron held her gaze.
“I need to lock in foreign presales at Cannes before I package it.”
“You don’t stop calculating, do you?” she noted, her voice dropping a register.
“I hate leaving money on the table.”
She pushed her glass completely aside.
The physical distance between them in the booth had vanished.
“Neither do I.”
There was no hesitation.
Aaron didn’t deal in coy romantic gestures or breathless compliments.
He read the shift in the room’s dynamic and accepted the transaction.
He reached across, his hand sliding to the nape of her neck, his fingers resting lightly against her newly straightened hair.
Nicole met him halfway.
The kiss was immediate, sharp, and purely physical—fueled by the leftover adrenaline of the screening rather than any fabricated romance.
It was a mutual, aggressive release of tension between a highly ambitious actress and the agent who held the keys to her next decade.
Their mouths clashed, wet and demanding.
Aaron’s hands dragged down her waist, his grip heavy as he slid his fingers beneath the silk hem of her dress.
He didn’t bother being gentle; his hand pushed roughly past the edge of her underwear, finding her slick and completely ready.
He broke the kiss, breathing heavily against her swollen lips.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Nicole grabbed her coat.
Aaron didn’t bother holding the door for her.
The drive up Sunset was dead silent, the tension in the car thick enough to choke on.
He bypassed his own address, tossing the keys to a valet at a discreet, high-end hotel hidden behind the hills.
He dropped a stack of cash at the front desk, checking in under a dummy LLC while Nicole stood off to the side, completely unreadable.
The heavy oak door of the suite clicked shut, instantly muting the hallway noise.
The room was a massive expanse of dark wood and low lighting, but neither of them gave a shit about the decor.
Aaron threw the room key onto the console.
There was no smooth transition, no rehearsed lines.
He just closed the gap, backing her hard against the wall.
Nicole caught her breath as he crushed his mouth against hers, her hands immediately grabbing his lapels, pulling him tighter.
“Bed,” he muttered against her jaw.
They moved backward in a clumsy, aggressive shuffle, hands pulling roughly at expensive fabric.
The backs of Nicole’s knees hit the mattress, and they went down together in a bruising, frantic collision, completely stripped of any Hollywood glamour.
He shed his clothes with haste, to reveal the hard, imposing lines of his body and his thick, rigid length.
Nicole’s gaze dropped immediately, her core clenching in breathless anticipation.
Once naked, Aaron positioned himself between Nicole’s spread thighs, rigid and uncompromising.
He leaned down, the suffocating heat of his breath fanning right over her folds as he spoke in a dark, ragged whisper, “Fuck, look at what a mess you are, Nicole.”
With that, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to consume her slick, dripping heat.
Nicole’s back arched clean off the mattress as his mouth worked its filthy magic, sending blinding shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Her hands fisted in the heavy sheets, nails clawing into the mattress as she struggled uselessly to maintain control.
“Fuck, Aaron…” she gasped, her hips rocking involuntarily against his face as she entirely lost her carefully maintained composure.
Sensing she was about to tumble over, Aaron became utterly ruthless, focusing entirely on that love bud while thrusting his tongue deeply and aggressively inside her.
Nicole’s muscles clenched brutally around the intrusion, quivering uselessly against the overwhelming weight of her impending orgasm.
Suddenly, her limbs went completely rigid, a sharp, ragged moan tearing from her throat as the orgasm washed over her.
She flooded his mouth, a soaked, messy release coating his tongue and chin as he greedily consumed all of it.
As the desperate tremors finally left Nicole’s body, Aaron pulled back, his jaw slick with the heavy evidence of what he’d just done to her.
“I’m going to fuck you blind,” he murmured, his voice completely hollowed out.
“Hard and rough until you break.”
Nicole couldn’t wait any longer, her gaze completely desperate.
“Please,” she begged, arching toward him, “Stop talking and just fuck me.”
Spreading her legs in total invitation.
Aaron settled completely between her thighs, his thick, rigid length pressing hot against her soaked cunt.
With one powerful, unapologetic thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, stretching Nicole completely around his heavy length.
She cried out sharply at the heavy invasion, her nails raking deeply into his back as he took over.
He set a brutal, punishing pace, driving into her with a reckless abandon that relentlessly hit her deepest points.
Nicole’s cries grew ragged and entirely unhinged as his relentless pace pushed her into a blind, euphoric haze.
Her walls clenched aggressively around his rigid length, greedily milking the raw friction he was providing.
Suddenly, Aaron flipped Nicole onto her stomach, yanking her hips up into the air.
He slammed into her from behind, his heavy balls smacking against her clit with every punishing thrust.
“Yes,” she breathed, her hips snapping up to meet his pace.
“Fuck me harder.
Wreck me.” Nicole screamed, her face mashed into the pillows, giving in to the heavy, relentless pounding.
Aaron obliged, his grip on her hips bruising as he used her for his own satisfaction.
Just as Nicole teetered on the brink of another orgasm, Aaron reached around to rub her swollen clit in tight circles.
The dual stimulation sent her careening over the edge, her cunt clamping down on his cock as she came with a hoarse, wordless wail.
Aaron groaned, feeling Nicole’s velvet walls convulse around him as she climaxed.
The intense sensation triggered his own release, and with a few more powerful thrusts, he plunge in, spilling his hot seed deep within her spasming channel.
They broke apart, bodies slick with sweat, the only sound the harsh drag of air into their lungs.
Aaron finally pulled out, leaving her completely stretched and dripping onto the damp sheets.
He wrenched her onto her side, dragging her flush against him, his arm a dead weight across her ribs.
“Christ,” he breathed, the word a puff of hot air against her damp skin.
“That ain’t the finish line, sweetheart.
Not by a long shot.”
Barely able to keep her eyes open, Nicole dragged her nails lightly down his back.
“Big talk for a guy breathing that hard,” she breathed out, arching up just enough to meet him.
“Don’t stop, Keep going.”
Aaron pinned Nicole, his heavier frame a suffocating blanket as he took her mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and dominance, a wet, ugly claim in the oppressive quiet of the room.
He gripped her breasts hard, his thumbs dragging roughly over her nipples.
Nicole immediately arched up, grinding her wet pussy against his cock, completely desperate for him to just shove it inside her.
Aaron shifted, kneeling between her thighs.
He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, a dark grin splitting his face as he looked down at the mess they’d made between her legs.
“Like this, baby?” he growled, ramming his cock deep into her sloppy cunt.
Nicole’s guttural shrieks tore through the air as Aaron pounded on, his fingers brutally clamping her thighs to keep her spread wide for full access.
Aaron hauled her like dead weight, taking her near the window and slamming her against it .
While over, looking the city’s glittering lights.
He spun her around, pinning her back flush to his chest as he shoved her over the open windowsill.
The freezing night air poured in, biting at their slick, sweating skin as he gripped her hips, her legs locking around him as he continued ramming her with his rock-hard dick into her slick, dripping folds.
Nicole threw her head back against his shoulder, her wet, messy moans spilling right out the open window as Aaron continued pumping into her with an aggressive steady rhythm.
His hips cracked hard against her ass, the wet, filthy smack of their bodies echoing out into the cold night.
Aaron’s movements grew erratic, his strokes turning short and urgent.
Nicole could feel his cock thicken inside her, a hard pulse signaling his approaching release.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped into the cold wind, gripping the windowsill as she shoved her ass backward to take him deeper.
“Fucking fill me, Aaron.”
With a guttural roar, he plunged into her one final time, his seed erupting in powerful spurts coating her inner walls.
Nicole’s own climax crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
The aftermath hit them like a crash.
They slid down the wall, chests heaving, the slick friction of their skin the only sound in the room.
Exhaustion finally winning, Aaron hauled her up and dumped them both back into the wreckage of the bed.
She rested her head against his collarbone, listening to his heart hammer against his ribs.
The silence stretched, heavy and undeniable.
“Fuck,” Aaron breathed out, his voice completely shot as the cold air hit his sweat-drenched skin.
“Everything is finally lining up.”
Nicole didn’t even open her eyes, shifting her heavy weight against him.
“Shut up about work, Aaron.
You just fucked my brains out.
Let me sleep.”
He stared at the ceiling, tuning out the quiet, oblivious rhythm of her breathing.
The board was cleared.
He had Tarantino ready to go, Cannes a few weeks out, and everything was finally about to cash out.
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Thank you so much for reading!
Peace out,
Lucent.
Anyway, Thanks for reading.