Lunch Hour

Longer Disclaimer:

****I do NOT know Hayden Christensen or Tove Christensen except for the female character, Lana (which is my fictional character). I do NOT get paid for this either. I do NOT know any of these celebrities and neither do they know me (although we have met twice). This story is pure FICTION.


"Lunch-Hour"

"CUT!!!" the director yelled as Hayden sighed for the millionth time. He walked around the desk and smiled faintly at the woman who was playing his teacher from his character's younger years.

"Hayden, I want you to look at the camera a bit longer next time, ok?" the director nodded impatiently as everyone left the set for an hour lunch.

"Sure, Billy..." Hayden nodded sharply and smiled unwantingly. He glanced over at his brother who was walking toward him.

"Dude, we're almost done. Just a few more weeks and we can go back home, ok?" Tove patted Hayden on the back.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just really in my head about my Anakin character so much, that I tend to have small bouts of schizophrenia . I can't pull off Stephen when I'm so used to playing Vader..."

"It'll pay off, believe me. You've taken this character and owned him..." Tove smiled widely as someone patted his back, "Listen Den, I'll see you after lunch. I got a meeting to go to..."

"Fine..." he huffed as he waved a hand, "...see ya."

Hayden winked at Tove as his brother walked away. Looking around, he realized he was not hungry and just tired. Hayden bickered with himself about what to do when he finally walked over to his trailer and decided to take a nap.

Laying down, he slowly closed his eyes, the noise of the trailer motors soothing him. He began to drift off when he suddenly heard the small door to his trailer click open and closed.

"Hmm" he smiled with his eyes closed knowing well who had come for a visit. He waited until his nose flared from her sweet scent. He suddenly remembered it was Saturday evening. She would come to him attempting to escape the pressures of family life. Who was he to blame her? She had it rough and he would be more than willing to give her what she wanted...what she needed.


"Where do you want me?" she spoke in a soft voice as he slowly opened his eyes.

"I already told you where I wanted you..." Hayden reminded her as his eyes glanced over to the small table in his trailer.

She walked over without taking her eyes away from him. Dressed in a long warm coat and heeled thigh high boots, she looked none the less chilly.

"What you got under there?" Hayden asked as he caressed the small twin bed with his palms, pulling himself up into a sitting position.

"Wanna come and find out?" she answered his question with another question.

Hayden tilted his head and smirked thoughtfully as he undressed her with his eyes. He sighed as well, moving his hands over to his sides and picking himself up. He leisurely walked over to her as if he had all the time in the world, sliding his finger gently across the bathroom door. His hazel eyes pierced her as he lowered his head and watched her intently.

"You know...you shouldn't have asked me that...." Hayden growled in a low deep voice. His fingertips still caressing the wall by the bathroom then falling at the edge of the small table. His nose flared again as he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent deeply. Lavender...

The smell drove him crazy and he knew she knew it. She was a fan after all. Ofcourse she knew everything about him. Everything that he had wanted her to know. Yet, she was taken by surprise on how agressive he could also be. No it wasn't only in bed, even though that was a major plus and turn on for her. But he was also very over protective. It didn't matter who he was with or who he was just fucking. If you were fucking him, it would only BE him and that was it.

She knew that. But she still stayed with the man she supposedly dedicated her life to in marriage.

Hayden didn't like that. And it made him angry.

"Did you fuck him again?" Hayden grunted as he leaned into her from behind and pressed his hard cock against her ass.

She twisted her head slowly to look back at him and smirked, "...why?"

Hayden clenched his jaw, suddenly grabbing her hair and yanking it back. Sneering, he let out a deep throated warning, "Answer me!"

She gasped sharply as her eyes saw the reflection of him and her in the mirror by the bed before them.

"Yes..." she spoke quietly.

Hayden's blood boiled as he tightened his grip, shut his eyes and looked away for a single moment. Within a few seconds, his other hand swung over to her front and yanked her coat open, exposing her naked flesh. Her breasts bounced heavily as he tore at the coat, letting it fall at their feet.

He didn't stop there. He fisted her pearl necklace and yanked that off of her as well, sending the pearls all over the table and unto the floor. Her gasps made his cock twitch in anxiety as he grabbed her hair and pulled back once more.

"How many times?" he sneered again in a harsh whisper.

"Hayden..." she whispered trying not to let out a yelp.

"How many times!!!!" he roared at her, his breathing heavy and impatient.

"Four!!!....four times!!" she finally gave in as she squinted her eyes shut.

"Really....who did you picture?...hmm?" Hayden's hand roughly unbuckled his belt as his jeans gradually fell down his thighs and calves unto his ankles. His fingers gripped the back of her underwear and in a second, she felt a pang of pain around her waist as he ripped them off of her.

"WHO...did you picture??!!!" Hayden yelled again as he tightened his grip on her hair, then placed his hard fingers around the nape of her neck.

"YOU! I swear I pictured YOU!!" she gasped violently as Hayden parted her legs aggressively.

Before she was able to take a deep breath, before she was able to even blink, he plunged so far deep inside of her, she felt her body fall forward. Her hands gripped the edge of the small table as her knuckles turned white with every slam his firm hips made.

"Like this?? Hmm??!!" Hayden panted as he tore her up from behind, holding her neck with one hand and gripping her hip with the other. His biceps tensed as he thrusted into her forcefully. His eyes began to wander over to the mirror before him, staring at her breasts as they bounced heavily. Her lips shaped into an 'O' and her face frowing in pleasure.

Hayden bared his teeth as his lips curled back. His chest heaved with anticipation as his chiseled thin stomach slapped against her back. His hairy thighs whacked against the back of hers, making sound as his pace quickened.

"YES!! Just like that!!....Just...mmm...like that!!" she yelled as her body fell forward over and over the more he pounded her from behind. Her hand switched from the edge of the small table to his ass, burrying her nails into his white flexed muscles.

"Tell me...that you're mine...." Hayden panted as he grabbed one of her thighs, lifted it up and rested her knee on the table top. He angled himself perfectly to hit that spot that she so ached for.

"I...I can't..." she moaned and stuttered as he slowed his pace.

"What?!" he spoke weakly at first, panting.

"I said...I can't tell you that..." she frowned as she glanced at him for a quick second.

Hayden leaned his head back as his eyes took in a very dark tone. His face contorted into a wicked mysterious look as he suddenly stopped and clenched his jaw tightly.

He watched her for a moment through the mirror and gave her less than a few seconds to correct herself.

"Think about what you just said...and run it by me again..." Hayden demanded as he stood there, his cock becoming harder than before.

"If you can make me leave him, then I'm yours..." she spoke cautiously as she glanced at him again.

"Hmph.." Hayden smirked in such an evil way, it made her cringe. Without realizing it, she gulped hard.

With one shove, Hayden slammed her face against the table and ripped into her, causing her to scream out in sheer pain. The pleasure that raced through her body was almost unbearable. She knew what she was doing and she knew she'd get what she'd wanted. Him.

Hayden grabbed her breasts in his palms and as he squeezed them for all they were worth, his hips pounded her ass into a blissful state. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he angled himself properly, hitting her core with the tip of his swollen cock. Whimpers escaped his throat as his Adam's apple bounced with each gasp.

Hayden lifted his one palm and smacked her ass red. She screeched out in pleasurable pain as his hand print swelled her cheek.

"Again!!" she cried out.

Hayden obeyed this one time and whacked her harder than before, imprinting her.

His fingers dug into her creamy flesh as his ass flexed with each plunge. She could literally feel the veins around his cock grind against her folds as he slammed into her over and over. Leaning down to rest his forehead on her back, he whimpered in pleasure as he felt his release coming soon.

"Harder....harder.." she cried out.

Hayden gasped loudly as his sweat covered and stung his eyes. He pistoned his hips, rocking hard into her. His pace quicken, making him grunt with each quick thrust. His grunts become louder and faster as he plunged into her. He finally let go and growled like an animal as his hot cum spilled into her, making her cry out her own orgasm. Her release was as intense and surreal as his. Both held on as their bodies gave in and rocked against each other.


She watched as Hayden wiped the sweat from his brow with a napkin and slowly pulled out of her. She leaned over slowly feeling her folds swollen and sore as she picked up her coat.

"What are you doing?" he asked as his panting slowed a bit.

"I'm leaving..." she spoke quietly.

"Where to? Back to him? I haven't changed your mind?" Hayden challenged as he grabbed a bottled water, opened it and took a few gulps as he watched her. His cock still standing at attention, boucing a little whenever he moved.

"You have...I just need to let him know that I had the best fuck of my life and I'm leaving him for it." She smiled shyly.

Hayden paused then smiled. He walked over to her and smacked her ass again.

"That's my girl..."