Eliza Dushku and Rob Lowe; Sex and Videotape
[backdated to 2002-3]
It has reached the point that Sarah just plain pisses Eliza off. It wasn't like what they were doing was anywhere near fucking brain surgery. And they've done it for years now. So there's no goddamned reason for more than three takes at any given time. But it's almost as if she just wants everyone to wait on her some more. Motherfucker. It's with something like relief that Eliza strides into the Cit bar in jeans and a t-shirt, hair pulled back in a ponytail, no bra, and orders a rum and diet coke and a room key. No time like the present, she figures and looks around for who's going to get lucky. She scans the room before her eyes land on a face she has to say she didn't ever expect to see in a sex club. Well, okay, so she knew about the video stuff, but he's a Cit member? Shit. She grins and walks up to Rob Lowe's table. "Hey," she says, hips cocked one way, head the other. "You waiting for anybody?"
Rob's not even been there long enough for the ice to begin melting in his water much less to find a hookup. And while he normally leans toward the guys at the club, it's only because the girls are usually either dommes or simpering cry babies. This girl looks like neither. Giving her a smile, he shakes his head, "Not anybody in particular," he says indicating the bar stool next to him.
Sliding into it, she grins. "I'm Eliza. Dude, I had such a crush on you in St Elmo's Fire, it wasn't even funny. That feather earring thing you wore? Fuck. Glad you dumped the mullet, though. You're hotter now. Not quite so... smooth."
It's not the first time that someone at the club has mentioned his work. But it's the first time they've talked about his hair. "Oh-kay." Rob laughs, "Thank you, Eliza... I think."
Angling her body so that her tits kind of press against his arm, Eliza rests her elbow on the bar, and looks at him. "So. You're not waiting for anybody. I'm not waiting for anybody... You wanna?"
This girl definitely doesn't simper. Rob gives her a slow look, head to toe. "Maybe," he answers. "What do you like?"
"Cock," she shot back, grinning big. "A good hard fuck. Doesn't matter if it's vertical or horizontal." She leans closer, pressing against him. "What about you?"
"Video tape," Rob grins, knowing she'll pick up on the joke. Everyone knows and he's never tried to hide from it.
"Oh yeah?" Cocking an eyebrow, she watches his face. "Here? Tape never--and I mean ever--sees the light of day?"
Well, she's picked up on the serious nature of the suggestion too, and that saves Rob explaining that much of it. "Never sees the light of day," he assures. "It's for a private collection. I would have access to it here at the club only. And you would have access, of course. They have us sign a waiver and contract."
Scanning down his body and back up, Eliza pauses for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. Okay." She drains her glass and sets it on the bar. "What are we waiting for?"
Rob nods at the bartender who gets an envelope from behind the bar for him. "Paperwork." He slides a pen and the forms to Eliza with a shrug. "There are three cameras mounted as part of the room. A Citadel crew will edit it to one DVD for us later."
"Edit?" Eliza blinks at him as she takes up the pen and starts signing her name. "Just as long as long my ass doesn't look fat, I'm good." Rob gets a sideways grin at that as she pushes the papers back. "What about it does it for you?"
Giving said ass a pointed look, Rob shakes his head, "They couldn't make your bottom look fat, beautiful." He leaves the question until he's collected the key and they're moving down the hallway for the bank of elevators. "I like to watch the videos later." Shrugging he gives her a sideways glance, "And I guess it's the taboo. Sex for the sake of sex."
"Sex for the sake of sex is a taboo?" She frowns at him, leaning against the wall as they wait for a car. "Says who?"
"Moral fools," Rob grins, reaching for her hand and tugging her close. "Can I kiss you?" The doors are opening and he sidles into the elevator, drawing her in with him.
"You wanna?" She grins back, letting herself be tugged. "I guess you could, yeah." Twisting so that she's against the wall, she spreads her legs so he can step close. "What are you waiting for?"
"Just enjoying the view," Rob whispers, hitting the button for his floor before stepping in between her thighs. The kiss is slow. An introduction more than anything else, or at least that is where Rob starts it, hands on her shoulders and his tongue waiting for an invitation before he takes more.
Oh for fuck's sake.. Eliza gets a hold of his head, opens his mouth and kisses him, her tongue shoving in and running against his, hips rocking forward, too. Rob Lowe, meet Eliza.
So much for slow. Rob lets out an amused snort, rocking right back, tongue tangled with Eliza's and exploring her mouth even after the door chimes as they arrive at his floor.
"What room are we in?" She asks, slightly breathless, licking his taste from her lips. Her fingers are hooked in his beltloops, hips rocking against his.
Wow. She can actually talk after that. Rob dimples a grin at her, working to form the words. Except he doesn't remember the number. "Third down on the left," he finally answers.
Pulling him by the hand, Eliza walks down the hall making sure to swing her ass just so until she gets to the door and waits for him to get the key and open the door, taking the chance to run her hand down and over his ass.
"You want something?" Asks Rob, opening the door and ushering her inside with a hand at the small of her back.
"Uh, yeah." Eliza smirks and looks around the room, locating the cameras in the wall. She pulls her ponytail holder out and shakes out her hair, turning to smile at him. "Your cock."
Rob laughs, a low dirty sound in the stillness of the room. "I think I can arrange that." He strips off his shirt and then reaches for her, fingers deftly going to remove her clothing, as well. She's all soft skin and curves under and he takes his time with the undressing, thoroughly enjoying the process.
Her shirt's pulled off and Eliza stretches her arms over her head, jutting her tits forward, as she smiles. She only lowers them when she need to hold his shoulder to step out of her jeans, leaving her in a thong. "You like?"
"You have to ask?" Rob murmurs the question, voice husky. Trailing his hand down to cup her against him, he grinds the hard bump of his cock against her. Under his palms, the curve of her ass is soft. Softer than soft. His fingers knead at the silky skin, a shiver working through him as her tits slide against his chest.
"Mm," she purrs, getting a feel of his cock, letting her hand run over it. "Mm. Show me, stud. Show me what you wanna do for the cameras, huh?"
Oh, how he does appreciate a woman who talks dirty. Dimples flashing in a wide grin, Rob lifts her up. She's so soft and little and geesh but he wants her. "Put your legs around me."
Easily hooking her ankles behind his back, Eliza tosses her hair away from her face and grins, feeling how hard he is against her. "Then?"
For now? Just kissing. Turned for the optimum camera angle, of course. Rob's mouth moves over her with hungry intensity. Eliza feels so darn good in his arms, wriggling against him just so. The damp spot on his pants spreads from the inside and out and isn't that just the right shade of raunchy?
Never one to not give as good as she gets, Eliza kisses back and somewhere in the middle of it, it hits home that she's fucking making out with Rob Lowe. How cool is that? She grins against his mouth and tightens her legs. She's getting turned on, yeah and he's stronger than he looks. When she finally leans back, she's licking her lips and smiling at him all come-hither-like. "Nice."
"Very," he whispers, blue eyes glittering.
As little as she weighs and as strong as he may be, it is definitely time for bed. Thankfully, it's only two steps. Eliza helps a bit, unwrapping as he lays her back, and Rob stretches out over her, kissing her again while his hands explore the curves and valleys of her body.
Mm. It's ... kinda nice having someone take their time. Eliza's kinda used to the "let's fuck" school of fucking that takes less than fifteen minutes most times. So this feels....luxurious? She tangles her fingers in his hair and arches into him, legs spreading, heels digging into the bed.
That might just be an invitation to speed things up, but
Rob's in no hurry so he just continues as he is, kissing and petting, exploring his partner's body slowly. Mindful of the camera angles though, he does make one adjustment, rolling to one side so they're both on display.
When he tugs her nipples, Eliza moans, back arching, feeling the wetness between her legs, fingers deftly finding his belt and starting to undo it, eyes lidded and dark on his face.
Definite invitation to move on. Rob helps Eliza get his belt undone and pants unzipped, lifting his hips so she can shove them down and off.
"Ooh, nice," she all but coos, seeing he's traveling commando. The pants are pushed off and she runs her fingers up his leg, palming over his cock. Even nicer. Not too big, but not too small. Maybe her grin's a little hungry.
A little? She looks like she could eat him alive. Rob presses another kiss to that lovely mouth. Turning her face to the camera as he nibbles down her neck, he cups a breast, the curve of his thumb pressing and lifting so the nipple hardens to a peak and juts out.
"Mm." Eliza chews on her lip and lets her eyes close. She was all for slow and easy, but soon, she was going to need some serious action. Circling her hand, she pulls his cock, stroking slowly.
Oh, now that's NICE. Rob exhales, hips moving with her touch. Women tend to be more timid with the stroking, their touch softer, by nature, than a man's. He finds that he likes both for the differences. Eliza is a little more forward than most women, her grip a little rougher, but still obviously feminine. And very sure of what she is doing.
It has him purring. "Tell me," he moans, "what you want."
"I told you downstairs," she replies, eyes on his face. "I want you to fuck me. Hard. I wanna see if you can make me scream." With her grin, it's obvious she pretty much never screams, but it's a fun challenge to issue nonetheless.
"What if," Rob whispers, a hand prowling down her belly, "your mouth is too busy to scream?" His fingers find the hood of her clit at the same time that his lips meet hers for a deep kiss.
Ooh. Eliza can get behind that, rocking into his touch, her breathing shallowing out, her skin flushing. She kisses back, one arm coming around his neck (the other would block the camera, of course). Rob Lowe's a good kisser. Damn. No wonder Demi Moore went kinda nuts in that movie.
Tongue exploring Eliza's mouth, Rob moans. Eliza's hips hitch against his hand and gently, he pulls the little bit of skin back, then barely brushes the pad of one finger over the swollen nub.
That garners as close as Eliza gets to a whimper and more hips grinding. Now. More. Fuck
Rob pulls away from the kiss to prop himself on one elbow. Blue eyes glowing down at her, his fingers skim past her clit, collecting the slick moisture from her folds. Her chest is tinged the slightest bit pink, breathing shallow as he explores how she likes to be touched, varying pressure from slight to almost rough.
And each time the touch changes, or when he hits a good spot, or does something just right? Eliza just writhes more. If she were thinking clearly, she'd wonder when was the last time someone had concentrated on her like this. But she isn't. She just reacts, body jerking, her nipples hard, small gasps of pleasure seeping out.
There is nothing in this world, Rob thinks, as fine as a responsive lover. He watches Eliza's responses, repeating what gets the best results, intent at driving her over the edge. She's getting close, he can tell, she's so wet that he has to dry his fingers on the covers to keep the right amount of friction.
"Fuck," she whispers as she feels it crest and the heat flush through her. "Goddammit." It's a good one too. Rocking her through and through, a series of soft moans escaping as her eyes flutter closed and she shivers.
Kissing Eliza's jaw, Rob purrs. "Nice, hmmm?" He rolls his fingertip over the hood of her clit, just enough pressure to send another aftershock through her.
"Fuck!" Eliza nearly growls as she bucks. "Fuck me, already. Jesus...." She spreads her legs even wide, the arm around his neck urging him closer. "Yeah?"
"Impatient much?" Rob's grin is cut off as Eliza mashes their mouths together in a demanding kiss.
"Yeah," she whispers when she pulls back, grinning, her tongue running over her lower lip. "A lot, actually."
That's fine with Rob. More than. Growing impatient himself, Rob reaches behind him for a condom and then crawls into the cradle of her hips. He hands the condom over and smiles, kneeling back on his heels. "You want to do the honors?"
"Sure." Really, it'll be kinda cool to be able to say "so as I was putting the rubber on Rob Lowe's dick..." Eliza figures, so she rips the plastic open and pulls out the latex disk, rolling it down Rob's cock as she smiles up at him, giving his balls a little extra squeeze.
"Ahhh. Dang that's good." Rob links his fingers over hers, stroking their combined grip up and down his shaft.
Dang. Eliza all but laughs, smiling at him as she feels the ridges of his cock under her hand. "I know what'll feel better...."
Rob dimples a grin at her. "I bet you do." Claiming her mouth in another kiss, hot and fast and messy, he pushes her back into the mattress, knees nudging her legs further apart.
Stretching out, her arms over her head, Eliza grins as she feels the tip of his cock nudging at her. She slides her hands up his arms and arches her back. "Tease...."
"No." Rob shakes his head. "Teases don't put out."
"Then fuck me already...."
Rob would say something cute about how bossy she's being, and wishes and commands. But his brain is pretty much frozen melting on a wave of pure sensation. Because Eliza is hot and tight and so wet, her folds parting for the first thrust and hips lifting to meet his and... He hisses softly. "Oh boy."
Oh boy. Eliza snickers as she arches her back, fingers digging into his shoulders. "Mmm. That's right." Her ankles hook behind his hips as she clenches around his cock. "Harder."
Gasping, Rob shakes his head. Harder means this is over too soon. "You. Wait."
"Fuck," Eliza groans. "You have a nice dick." One hand lets go of his arm to snake between them, pressing on her clit, hissing at the pleasure. "Fuck!"
"Oh!" A minor adjustment and Rob is rocking steadily, albeit slowly, into the sweet slickness. It's a better position for her, room for her fingers to work now. Rob's eyes sparkle with a sincere smile. "And you have a very nice pussy."
He's killing her. Seriously. Killing her. "Dude-- are you always so polite?" She asks, gasping, hips rocking. "Or is it special for me? Fuck!" Her eyes half-shut and she groans.
"You started it..." Rob's breath hitches as she goes tight around him. His voice drops to a bare whisper, a full octave too high and more a stammer than anything. "Oh. My... Cuh... come for me baby."
Increasing the pressure of her fingers on her clit, Eliza nearly growls as she bucks, her body flushing and her eyes closing fully. "Jesus Christ!" she cries, the nails of the hand still on him raking over his skin.
The flicker of pain is barely noticed. Rob's attention is on the way the girl under him arches into his thrusts, legs closing around him and pulling him deeper. Her silky walls rhythmically clutch at him and he lets out a soft gasp. Geesh that's good.
Eliza's breath is still coming in panted harsh gasps. Her body feels warm and loose just like she likes it. And his cock is still moving in her; even better. She looks up at him with smoky eyes. She's not going anywhere and will ride as long as he wants.
"Still good?" Rob asks, tip of his tongue wetting his lower lip. Each thrust is controlled, slow, easy, shock waves shiverskittering through his gut just right.
"Fuck yeah," she grins, both hands with fingers now digging into his back. "It's all good. Keep going, stud."
"My pleasure." Rob is all but purring. She feels wonderful. He pumps against, riding her harder, pelvis grinding, bearing down against hers, smearing her sticky juices between them.
"Shit," she groans, feeling another orgasm starting to build at the way he's rubbing on her. She digs her fingers in deeper into the muscles of his back. "Yes. Fuck!. Yes!"
The reactions spur his own pleasure, sending tendrils of heat up his spine. "Gonna spill," he warns her, a breathless gasp as his vision clouds. He holds out, just that instant longer, though not long enough to get her off again, sadly. Wanting to drag her with him for the ride, Rob keeps thrusting even as the climax overtakes him, bright eyes locked on her face.
"Mmm, fuuuuuck." Eliza groans, head falling back as the slow, easy burn takes over her body. "Yeah. Oh... yeah." It's a long moment before she opens her eyes to peer up at him. "Nice, man. Real nice."
"Only nice?" Rob teases, reaching between them as he pulls away. Personally, he'd use the term fantastic. His blood is singing with the endorphine rush. Scooting to the side a bit, he takes care of a little necessary clean up before wrapping an arm around Eliza and cuddling close.
Oh boy. Eliza smirks. "Nah, man, it was good. You're good. Good hands. Nice dick. Good looking. The whole package. Now preserved for history on DVD." This idea amuses her terrifically.
"Give me a few and we can watch it... get warmed up and go again," Rob suggests with a filthy grin, petting over the sweat slick skin of her belly. It's probably the dirtiest thing he's said all evening.
Arching a brow, she smiles at him. "Sure? Why not." She's not got anything better to do. Sounds like fun.
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