Page 13 of Dirty Like Me
Liv turned to me. “Feel free to go with what feels natural, like we talked about, and I’ll let you know when we need to change it up.”
“Got it.”
“Let’s lose the robe and the gum,” Liv called out as she took her position near the monitor where she’d be watching what the camera captured.
Brody killed the music. Someone cleared my guitar away and handed over a couple of tissues for our gum. A wardrobe girl appeared to take Katie’s robe.
Katie kicked off her shoes, took a little breath and unwrapped, shrugging the robe off her shoulders. The wardrobe girl took it, adjusted one of Katie’s bra straps, and got out of the way.
Katie and I were alone by the bed, the lights shining over us. Everyone was looking at us.
Ather.
The girl was petite perfection. Creamy smooth skin. Slim, curvy bod with a tiny waist and fat, natural tits. And those sweet, round hips…
I almost fucking drooled. I was a total hip man. Hips and ass. Give me something to grip while I fucked a girl.
“Okay, Katie, we’ll get started with you on top,” Liv called over. “We’ll run through the song once to get everyone warmed up.”
“Okay,” Katie said. She looked at me, glanced at my crotch, but just stood there.
“Well, babe,” I said. “You heard the woman.” I leaned back on my hands to give her full access to my lap. “Hop on.”
She rolled her eyes a bit. I caught that much before she averted her gaze and climbed onto the bed. She crawled awkwardly over my legs and finally looked up at me from under her dark hair.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing her cheek as I whispered in her ear. “Probably wanna get closer, if we’re gonna fuck.” I grabbed those pretty hips and she gasped as I yanked her toward me, forcing her to sit in my lap. Her crotch was still inches from mine, but it was a start. And she could go ahead and complain about the unprofessional way I was manhandling her to whoever would listen. I didn’t care. Totally worth it to see that startled look on her face and that slow blush creeping down her chest, her breasts heaving as she breathed.
We stared at each other. This close, I could practically taste her. She smelled like candy and fucking sunshine. Like cinnamon gum and homemade cherry pie.
Then Liv announced that we were rolling and the song started playing.
Thesong.
The best song I’d ever written.Co-written.
Dirty Like Me.
A classic Dirty song from our first album, I’d recorded a new, stripped-down version for my solo album, almost ten years after that original recording. The timing seemed right, and since the song was a fan favorite I hoped it would help sell the new album. The new songs.
Besides, I loved this song. The song, and Katie Bloom in my lap, kinda made this whole shoot worth it.
The camera had us in profile so I held Katie by the hips, leaned in close and ran the tip of my nose down her neck, just barely brushing her skin. She smelled even better up close. She tipped her head back, giving me access, and put her arms loosely around my neck, sitting up straighter so I could graze my lips down over her throat, her collarbone. As the lyrics kicked in I sang them to her softly, letting my breath tickle her skin as I almost-kissed her.
We weren’t actually supposed to kiss. That was Liv’s whole approach to the video, and I trusted her vision.
No actual kissing. Just a big fucking tease.
Right around the time Katie started wriggling around in my lap in response to my touch, I started second-guessing that whole plan.
“Slide your hands down, Jesse,” Liv called out, so I did. I slid my hands down over Katie’s round ass and squeezed her tight, plump cheeks through her lace panties.
Then Liv called, “Cut.”
I let go of Katie’s ass and after a small delay she let her arms drop from my shoulders.
Liv explained that we were gonna do the whole thing again from a different angle and had us turn slightly, so we were in the same position, but the camera could now see more of Katie’s face.
I didn’t take my eyes off Katie’s.
