Alex guided me to the bed.
“This needs to come off again,” he said softly as he slipped his hand to the belt on my robe. “I can’t make love to you whilst you’re wearing it, can I now?”
I placed my hand over his as he began to slowly undo the belt. His eyes were intent on the front of the gown, but widened as the material became unfastened. I couldn’t take my eyes off his as he nudged the gown open. I shrugged, allowing the white robe to slip from my body. I was about to reach forward and kiss him when Rowan’s voice interrupted.
“Oy! We don’t have all day. Alex, may I remind you that you need to leave the studio in a couple of hours? Chop, chop!”
I snapped back to reality. We had both drifted into our own little private bubble. This was going to be impossible. Rather than just think about Alex, I kept reminding myself that there were four other people in the studio. And even though I didn’t want to think about it, it would keep my mind on the reality of what I was doing. This wasn’t a private moment.
I climbed onto the bed, immediately pulling the top sheet over me, covering my nakedness. Alex quickly rid himself of his own robe before joining me. I laid on my back, and closed my eyes, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.
I understood what Alex had meant about baring his soul for the camera, that it would be too real. How much of what we were about to do was going to be acting?
“You okay?” Alex asked, his voice full of concern. I nodded, still not opening my eyes.
Rowan started shouting directions.
“Alex, Ella, let’s start where we left off please. Alex, on top of Ella. Hold her hands above her head. Ella, turn your face to the right. Alex, you know your lines here to shift the mood, yes?”
“Yes,” Alex called back. He kissed my cheek. “You need to open your eyes, Ella. I want you to keep eye contact with me throughout this. It’s the only way we’ll both get through it.”
He shuffled next to me and lifted the sheet. Moments later he laid on top of me, and I opened my eyes.
“You can do this, Ella,” he reassured me. “We both can.”
I wondered who he was trying to convince more—me or himself?
His hand reached under the sheet for mine before he brought our joined hands out, lifting them above my head. He then repeated the action with my other hand. All the while he was placing us in position, he watched me. A small grin pulled at his lips as his other hand pushed the sheet down his back. “I’ll let you do this to me in a few days. You can sit astride me and hold my hands above my head.”
I immediately relaxed. “You’re just kinky, Alex Denton.”
“You’d better believe it.”
We both sniggered.
“Oy!” Rowan yelled. “Get in character. There’ll be plenty of time for giggling later.”
We both quietened instantly. I was about to pretend to make love to him. It was what I had imagined in my dreams for years. It was what could have happened if my body hadn’t decided to remind me I was a woman. And it was something that was going to happen for real when Alex got back from Los Angeles.
I let my body relax, my legs moving to the sides. Alex widened his eyes before wriggling his hips. I bent my knees upwards, letting him rest comfortably between my thighs.
“Ready?” Rowan shouted.
Alex nodded.
I nodded.
“And . . . Action!”
The cameras were filming.
“Evelyn,” Alex whispered. “I’m so sorry.” His hand released mine from above my head, and I turned my head from my side to look at him. He had slipped into character so easily.
“Forgive me?” he continued as his hand touched my cheek, seconds before his lips kissed the same spot.
I swallowed nervously. I had to remind myself I was acting.
“I forgive you,” I whispered.
It was like we were solidifying our earlier conversation.
When we had been acting the angry scenes, this had all seemed so much easier. Now, with Alex touching me and kissing me tenderly, it was all very real, too real. He must have sensed my hesitation as he bent his head down to the pillow. “Don’t think about it,” he whispered. His hot breath warmed my already over-heated skin. “Just feel it.”
He shifted his hips, circling them against me as a low groan escaped both of us simultaneously. His lips moved back to mine.
I blocked out the quiet whirring of the camera at my side and lifted one of my hands onto the back of his neck. Caressing the soft hair that grew there, I continued to lose myself in kissing him. My other hand rested on his back, gently stroking his skin. He slowly broke away, rolling us over so that he was beneath me. I remained on top of him as he gazed at me. His eyes conveyed nothing but his affection and true feelings. He wasn’t acting, he was behaving just as I imagined he would if we were locked away together—alone.
This new position, with me on top, made me feel quite vulnerable. Since filming had started, I’d been beneath Alex’s body, mine had been hidden from the camera. It had felt safe. But for this scene to look realistic I had to forget about everyone else around me. I had to bury my insecurities and just feel—exactly as Alex had said. I drew in a deep breath and steadied myself. If I’d been alone with Alex at this exact moment, what would I have instinctively done?
I pushed myself away from his body, sitting upright with my legs on either side of him. My hair fanned out down my back as my upper body became completely uncovered, naked for everyone to see. Alex breathed in deeply, glancing at my breasts before closing his eyes for a few seconds.
“You like that?” I asked as I ran my finger over his forehead, down his nose and onto his lips.
“You want to be in charge?” he near enough growled.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip as I thought about the position I was in. I rocked my hips against him, feeling the material of my thong shift against his rapidly hardening erection. My mind drifted as I thought about what this would be like when we were doing this for real, when we wouldn’t be holding back.
His hands snaked around the back of my neck, pulling my head toward his.
“Kiss me!” he demanded. His voice was deep as our mouths hovered only a few inches apart. I moved my lips onto his and was met with his tongue instantly being thrust into my mouth. I groaned inwardly, as did Alex. His hands grabbed my ass, and I suddenly realised that the sheet covering our lower bodies had fallen away completely.
“Move down, Ella,” Rowan directed. He was indicating that it was time to head for the blow job. It was one of the most talked about parts of the book. This had to look good.
I broke away from the deepness of Alex’s kiss before scattering the side of his jaw with teasing, short pecks. Alex turned his head sideways, giving me greater access to his neck. He wriggled under me, managing to thrust his hips as I teased him, licking at his neck.
“Ella! Move! Down his body, now!”
I didn’t want to move from my current spot. I liked teasing him this way.
Alex’s hand smacked my ass. I lifted my head to look at him, to try and understand his action. His eyes were dancing with mischief. “Kiss me,” he repeated, smacking my ass again.
I moved so that I could capture his lips with mine, but he stopped me moving my face toward him, grabbing my head in both his hands. “Not my lips, Evelyn, my cock.”
I held in a whimper at his order. He was, in his own way, directing me to move the scene on, just as Rowan had tried.
“Excellent!” I heard Rowan’s excitement at what he was filming.
I slowly shifted position so I could move down his body. I wanted to take my time to familiarise myself with him in this way. If Rowan thought that the scene was too long he could cut it out of the final version.
The fine hairs on his chest tickled my chin as my lips meandered across his upper body. I gently nipped at his flesh, circling my tongue around each of his sensitised nipples. He moaned, his hands reaching up above his head as he stretched beneath me.
A camera moved closer, level with my head, as I continued my journey of kisses down his body. I only paused my action when I reached his belly button. I lifted my gaze from his body and up to his face. His head was tipped back onto the pillow, his hands were behind his head and he was swallowing quickly whilst looking at the ceiling.
I began to move lower.
“Cut!” Rowan shouted.
I froze. Alex’s chest was rising and falling incredibly quickly. “Are you okay?” I asked.
He nodded, but didn’t speak.
“Alex?” I crawled up his body so I was hovering over him on all fours.
He opened his eyes. “Fuck, Ella. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? Seriously?”
I lowered my mouth to his ear. “Only a week to go before I’ll continue where Rowan stopped me. Or even better, how about before you go away?”
He grabbed the top of my arms. “You are fucking amazing. Evil, but amazing. When this is finished, I may need to drag you to my dressing room and let you finish this scene.”
“I can’t wait,” I said.
Rowan suddenly shouted further directions. “Right, Ella. Move back down Alex’s body. We’re picking this up right after the blow job. Alex, hands back above your head. You need to show that you are only just hanging in there, mate.”
“Fucking idiot,” Alex mumbled. “Of course I’m only just hanging in here. You are too sexy for your own fucking good, Ella.”
I giggled.
Rowan was getting frustrated with us. “Come on you two. Get sorted. I thought you wanted this all done and dusted. There’s no need to repeat any of this scene at the moment. The footage is incredible. But let’s nail this last part and then we’re done.”
I sighed before purposely wriggling down Alex’s body, rubbing against him as I got back to the position I had been in a few moments ago.
“Oh, you are so gonna get what’s coming to you, Ella Summer.” Alex hissed before moving his arms above his head.
“Ready!” Rowan shouted. “I need one camera on Alex’s face, the other pan out for a wider shot of both of them.”
I blew a gentle breath of air across Alex’s belly button, and he squirmed as I lowered my face so that my lips rested just above the darkening mass of his hairs.
“Action!” Rowan yelled.
Alex’s hands flew from above his head as he reached under my arms and pulled me up his body.
“Hell, Evelyn,” he moaned, just before his lips met mine in a deep, urgent kiss. As the kiss continued, he rolled us over, so that I was on my back, and he was settled between my legs.
“My turn,” he said.
His mouth travelled down my neck as he licked and sucked at my skin. I moaned at the sensuous way he was touching me. This was more than acting, and I was sure that everyone in the room knew it. His hand covered one of my breasts as his mouth closed around the taut nipple of the other. I writhed beneath him, arching my back from the bed, wanting as much of him as possible. He lavished attention on the nipple, licking, sucking and kissing it as it rose into an even harder bud. Satisfied with the result of his actions he moved to my other breast, trailing his tongue across the top of my breasts as he moved.
I was so lost in the feelings he was releasing from my body that I lost all sense of the cameras. I forgot where I was. His mouth started to head down my body, and as his hand snaked in between our bodies, pushing under the top edge of my thong, I moaned even louder.
His hand stilled on me as my hands flew to the back of his head, grabbing his hair, encouraging him to continue as his soft lips reached the top front edge of my thong.
“Cut!” Rowan yelled, cruelly waking me from my dream world.
Alex near enough collapsed on top of me as he rested his head on my stomach. Neither of us spoke. I was still lost in the feelings that Alex had managed to build within me. I didn’t want to calm down at all.
Rowan spoke up again. “We’re moving straight into the final scene now. The big one. I need an orgasm from both of you.”
It was Alex’s turn to crawl up my body. “I nearly forgot the cameras were there,” he admitted quietly. “I was so near ripping that damn thong off you and burying my face in between your legs.”
“Action!” Rowan shouted.
Alex’s hand stroked down my face before his fingers pushed into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he demanded. “Taste what you are.”
I whimpered under him, closing my eyes as my body kicked into gear again. He purposely pushed his hips against me. “I love you so much, Evelyn. So, so much. Nobody will ever touch you again. Nobody but me.” He thrust his hips again and I groaned, taking his action as one that signified the penetration in the film. “I am the only one allowed to do this to you, understand?” I opened my eyes. He was staring right at me as he continued flexing his hips. He moved his fingers from my mouth, quickly running his hand down my body before grabbing the back of my thigh and pulling it up at his side. I instinctively moved my other the same way.
This was torture. I could feel everything. His hardness was pushing at me as though we truly were making love. His whole body was moving above me, setting a relentless rhythm as I writhed under him, matching him thrust for thrust.
“Ryan,” I gasped. “Oh . . .” I grabbed his lower back with one hand, pulling him further against me. My other hand flew behind his head, pulling on the back of his neck.
“Harder? You want it harder?” he growled.
I nodded. Alex thrust harder, but slowed his body movements down to make the effect even more defined.
“Please . . .” Alex groaned. “Please tell me you’re nearly there.”
I nodded again, taking his lead that I needed to act my orgasm. Unfortunately, I had prior experience of faking orgasms, and knew just what to do.
“So near,” I warned him. “So, so near.”
Alex moaned above me before his head sunk onto my shoulder. His hips moved more frantically. I needed to act quickly, to end his apparent torture.
“Ryan, Oh God, Ryan, I’m . . . ohhh . . .” I moaned continually whilst grabbing him even tighter, arching my back as much as I could with his full weight pressing down on me. I purposely breathed heavily, moaning his name as I pretended to come. Alex lifted his head away from my shoulder, positioning his face just above mine.
“Evelyn,” he growled, seconds before his lips met mine. He groaned into my mouth as he jerked his hips against me a few more times, acting out his own release.
“And cut!”
I had never been more relieved to hear Rowans voice.