Author's Note: LabRatsWhore; I figured you would like the twist. As for the doggie-style, we'll see.
The halls that led to the dressing rooms reminded Sherise of school halls. But she didn't get to see much more because Jeremy's dressing room was the first room in the hall. Jeremy opened the door with a smile.
"After you."
Sherise felt the heat rise to her face as well as her thong. He really has a amazing smile, she walked in and was amazed by it all. The room looked like a small studio apartment. There was a bathroom with a tub and shower. There was red carpet covering the whole floor, a black couch sat against a wall and he had a desk with lights and a mirror. This was beyond what she thought it'll would be. Then as she looked at the couch, her mind took off towards the gutter.
"I bet you have some lucky girl screaming in here."
Sherise couldn't stop herself in time. She had said what she was thinking and now she most likely scared him but wait...what's that longing look in his eyes?
He took a inhale of breath before looking at Sherise. "What's with all the questions on my supposed sex life?"
Her eyes widened in compete surprise. "Supposed?" she asks, right eyebrow raised. "You mean you don't have a sex life, Jeremy? That's kinda sad." He actually rolls his eyes, and she catches hold of his elbow, grasping it lightly. "I'm serious," she tells him softly.
It's his turn to do the eyebrow interrogation. "Why do you care?"
She debates what she was going to say but she was feeling a bit brave. Sherise gave a small smile and looked up at the man who she had fallen for. "'Cause I like you. You're a kind, funny...and very sexy."
He stares at her, and she wonders if she's gone too far. "You think I'm sexy?"
She was was feeling very bold now, maybe Breana was rubbing off on her. "Very sexy, I said," she tells him. He shakes his head, and she moves right into his personal space. "I'm serious, Jeremy."
"But I'm twice your age," he protests, as if that's an actual argument.
Sherise rolls her eyes. "Yeah, like that matters. A man your age has plenty of experience, and a man likeyou knows how to treat a woman. Both of those things are pretty sexy, let me tell you. That's without taking into consideration how you look."
"How I look?" he repeats. "Miss Everett, I have one foot in the grave."
She can't help it, she laughs at this. "You're over thinking it. You're not even old, early thirties the most. Honestly, Jeremy, I thought you had more self-confidence than this."
"So did I," he says softly. "But I guess I don't."
Sherise frowned before her eyes lit up. Maybe Breana was rubbing off on her. Because she never thought she would say what she is about to. "Shall I show you how sexy I find you?" she asks, and putting her hands on his shoulders, she presses her body against his as she kisses him.
To her relief he doesn't hesitate to kiss her back, his mouth opening easily under hers. She sucks his tongue into her mouth, one hand holding the back of his neck. He's got both hands on her head and he's concentrating on kissing her, so he doesn't notice that she's unfastening her jeans until she clasps his right wrist and guides his hand down between her legs.
"Feel how wet I am?" she whispers, and he shudders in her arms as he slips first one, then a second, finger into her slick pussy. "That's for you – that's what you do to me."
She kisses him again, and he begins fingerfucking her, and it takes him hardly any time to drive her over the edge, and she buries her face in his collar to muffle her cries as she has an intense orgasm that makes her feel like someone replaced her leg bones and muscles with jelly. He holds her body to his until she sighs and moves. She can't help cupping his straining erection through his pants before she steps back.
"I'd like to take care of this for you," she tells him, and he moans quietly. "Can I?"
"Please, Sherise," he whispers, and she backs him up to the couch, unfastens his pants, then shoves them and his boxers down his legs, before pushing him to sit down on the couch."What are you – oh." He cuts himself off mid-question as Sherise kneels on the floor and pushes his knees apart so that she can lean in to him.
She swirls her tongue around the head of his cock, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from him. He slides a hand into her hair, and she grins up at him when she realises he's just holding her head, rather than trying to direct her, or force her to move.
"Yes, Oh God. Yes."
He's more vocal than she'd expected but she likes it. She works her tongue up and down his swollen shaft, swirls her tongue over the head, or scrapes her teeth along the vein on the underside. She brings him to the brink twice, each time making him beg her to take him over the edge, and each time pulling back before she gets him quite there. By the time he's approaching orgasm for the third time, he's doing his level best not to thrust into her mouth, and she decides such restraint should be rewarded. She gets to her feet, making him whine when she slides her mouth off his cock, which makes her smirk at him as she drops her jeans and panties, before she climbs onto the couch to straddle his lap.
"Okay?"
"Oh god, Sherise." His moan sounds desperate as he clutches her hips while she lowers herself down to impale her soaking pussy on his throbbing dick."I won't last," he warns, and she smirks.
"Doesn't matter, ," she tells him. "Just let go and let yourself cum."
He lets her ride him at a slow pace for a few minutes before he mutters, "Faster, Sherise, please", and she chuckles, leans in to kiss him quick and hard, then picks up the clings to her hips, muttering, "Yes, yes" and "Fuck" at intervals as she works him towards his climax, and then he lets go.
She sees his eyes close, and his face goes slack, as he empties himself into her, and he doesn't open his eyes again until she guides his hand between her he realises what she wants, he grins, then rubs tight, fast circles on her clit to push her over the edge a second time, before groaning her name as she clenches her muscles around his softening cock.
"Oh God...fuck Sherise!"
"Now do you believe me when I say that I consider you very sexy?" she asks with a grin.
"Yeah." He sounds a bit drained, poor man, but he's grinning at her in a pretty sappy way that she finds oddly endearing.
"Good." She leans forward, resting her face in the crook of his neck, realizing that she just fucked Jeremy Kent Jackson in his dressing room in the middle of the day and it wasn't a dream. It makes her feel deliciously naughty.
"If we do this again, we should get properly naked," he observes.
"If?" she asks.
He blushes a little. "I didn't want to presume."
"You are a ridiculous man," she says. "Totally, ridiculous. I kinda love you for it."
"Only kinda?" he teases, smirking at her.
She chuckles, and he grins. "Not really, more than that." she confesses.
"Mmm." He kisses her, slow and dirty for a bit, then says, "We'd better get cleaned up. I'm betting we've a max of ten minutes before someone comes saying we are needed."
He kisses her again, though, sliding his hands down to cup her ass, squeezing and kneading her flesh.
"Oh, you're an ass man? Something I did not know." she says when they come up for air.
He shakes his head. "Not especially. I just wanted a quick feel." He smirks, then adds, "Actually, I really love your tits."
"Oh you do, do you? That's something else that I didn't know about the sexy Jeremy Kent Jackson."
Jeremy laughed before handing Sherise he'd jeans before pulling his on. After they got dressed and fixed up their hair, they shared a quick, hot kiss before heading back to the set.