The Director's Cut by Js Taylor (if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud txt) 📕

need to think about your wardrobe more carefully in future,” he mutters, moving both hands to pull the skirt above where I’m already wet for him.

“Now, open your legs.”

I obey, moving my legs a little apart, and suddenly I feel his fingers plunge deep inside of me.

Ahhhh. He’s so rough, it’s almost painful. But the sudden thrust of his fingers shock me with instant desire.

He has two fingers inside of me, and I feel him work in a third, stretching me open.

“Don’t make a sound,” he reminds me as I feel a moan of pleasure rising up.

His fingers slide out. There’s a ripping of foil, and faster than I would have believed possible, I feel him, hard between my upper thighs.

Then I feel him thrust upwards, and he’s deep inside me.

“Mmmmm.” It takes every ounce of self-control not to shout out loud, but I still can’t help myself from making a noise.

“Shhh,” James whispers in my ear. He moves a hand to cover my mouth and puts his other hand against my stomach, pinning me towards him.

“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he says, his voice low.

James’s tone is almost soothing, which makes it all the more shockingly hot when he begins to drive powerfully inside me.

His arm holds me tight against him as he slams my body with strong, relentless thrusts. I can feel the solid muscle of his thighs powering into me.

I stifle a moan against the palm of his hand, feeling my body taken utterly in the moment.

Then James’s arm slides down from my waist, and his fingers are working my clitoris. His other hand is still tight against my mouth.

I buck against him, caught between the two sensations. My body is trying to push back into him and press forwards towards his fingers at the same time.

“Easy, Issy,” whispers James. “I’ve told you not to make any noise.”

His hand keeps perfect contact the entire time, making fast, expert strokes.

I feel a fluttering sensation, like butterflies between my legs, and for a moment I freeze in the midst of the unfamiliar feeling.

Then, James pushes hard and deep into me, and there’s a sudden explosion, as though my entire body is combusting in hot, shuddering gasps.

“Shhhh,” whispers James as I fall utterly into the pleasure of it, moaning softly under his hand.

He thrusts into me again, creating another surge, and I feel myself collapsing into him, pulling him tighter into me.

I feel James’s hard body take on another level of rigidity, and then he’s moving hard and fast, coming inside of me.

“Oh Issy,” he whispers, sliding both hands to caress my breasts, “I wish more than anything I could take you somewhere now and do that to you all over again.”

I blink back at him as he gently pulls away and turns me around to face him.

He kisses my lips gently.

“I’m taking you on holiday soon,” he decides with a devilish smile. “Somewhere I can have you anytime I like.”

“Sounds nice.” I smile, still breathless from what we’ve just done.

“The others will be back soon,” says James. He leans forward and tugs my skirt back down into place.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get through the rest of the day,” he says, buttoning his trousers, “knowing that you’re not wearing panties.”

“You’re a professional,” I smile, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

James gives me a rueful smile. “I always thought I was extremely professional,” he says. “And then I met you.”

Chapter 20

James and I have been standing on set for a few minutes when the crew and cast come swirling slowly back.

I step carefully away from James in a whirl of feelings. I’m loving the acting. But this is going to be hard. How can I act this scene, knowing what we just did behind the set?

“Crew, take your places please!” announces James. “Cast, come to me please. We need to run through this scene. Natalie!” he adds in a voice like thunder. “That means you too!”

Natalie had been talking intently with Carol. At the sound of her name, she jumps and looks guilty.

Something about the movement catches my attention, and my eyes sweep to Carol’s face. By the looks of her, James just interrupted a serious conversation.

Carol sees me watching, and she looks away. It’s exactly the gesture of someone who has something to hide.

What were they talking about?

“You can order your staff on your own time,” James is saying to Natalie. He sounds slightly sardonic, and it’s hard to tell if he’s really angry with her.

Natalie clearly can’t tell either, because she trots towards him with uncharacteristic speed, looking uncomfortable.

There’s no time to think further about what I just saw between Carol and Natalie.

Callum is already at James’s side, and I make sure to come last and hang slightly back. Partly to dampen any suspicion, and partly because I don’t trust myself near him.

“Come in closer, Issy,” says James patiently, and I try to keep my face neutral as I step nearer.

“Ok.” James is brandishing a script in his hand. “So we all know this next part. Callum has been inside the café, whilst Lisa and Grace were outside.”

“What we’ll get next is Callum crashing straight through this window,” continues James. He’s pointing to the slightly mistier, sugar-glass window.

“Callum’s happy to do his own stunts for this,” adds James, “so we can do it in one nice take.”

James stands to one side and puts a hand on Callum’s shoulder.

“Callum, you’ll come out here,” he points. “Fall, just how the stunt guys showed you. Left shoulder to the ground, curl into a ball, and roll. Ok?”

Callum nods. “Do you want me to turn my head a little,” he asks, “so we get a dusting of glass in my hair?”

“Yes, great idea.” James nods and looks pleased.

He turns to Natalie and me to check we’ve understood.

“He’ll fall around two feet away from you,” continues James. “We want it very light, very comedy. Lots of great shocked expressions from you girls.”

Natalie and I both nod.

“Wait,”