Page 44 of The Actor: Harrison

He looks hurt. There’s no other word to describe the expression on his face. He seems gutted by my request and my heart squeezes painfully.

“Forget about last night? Are you serious? I don’t want to forget about it!” he says firmly.

“You just had a fucking erection for another woman!” I point out with more venom than I expected from a person who shouldn’t care about a fling that goes wrong.

He frowns like I just spoke a language he doesn’t understand. There’s a long silence where I don’t know if he’ll say something or just turn around and walk out of this tiny space. And I don’t know what will make me more disappointed.

“Are you jealous? Is that why you’re so moody today?” he asks in disbelief.

I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m not jealous.”

I can’t convince even myself that this isn’t the reason behind my grumpiness. I spent the entire night thinking about being forced to see Harrison kissing another woman over and over again. This is why I’m so on edge today. Deep down I knew it would be awful to see it and I can’t hide it anymore.

Harrison messed with my head so bad I didn’t even realize it. I thought I was just seeing him in another light but it’s so much more than that. I like him. I really like him, and it’s increasingly difficult to keep this relationship on a professional level. I never fully understood what it would be like for an actor’s partner, to watch them making out on screen with a costar. I thought they’d be able to analyze it from a work point of view, but now I know that’s bullshit. You’re jealous, period. And I’m not even his partner.

“Yes, you are!” he counters.

“Well, sorry if I thought we shared something special and then you have a boner for someone else,” I scoff.

He half-laughs. “Are you freaking serious right now? Do you know why I have an erection? Because to get in the mood, I was thinking about you sprawled on that bed with my cock buried deep inside you. Well, I got too much in the mood!” he spits, grabbing his awakening erection through his pants.

I’m speechless. I had no idea I was the reason behind his arousal. My chest expands with a warm feeling and I feel ridiculous, reacting like a rejected teenager. I close the distance between us and crush my lips on his, lacing my arms behind his neck.

His response is immediate, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me back. He licks my lower lip and I open for him. His tongue dances with mine in a frantic kiss. I moan into his mouth when he reaches down and grabs a handful of my ass.

He licks and bites my lower lip, moving his expert mouth over my jaw, my neck, the naked skin of my shoulder. I’m happy to oblige when he pushes me against the trailer’s table and makes me sit on it, slipping his narrow waist between my legs.

Heaven. This is heaven and I’m dirtying it with my impure thoughts. Because right now, the only thing I want is to have Harrison fuck me senseless on this table. To hell the movie, the scene, and the people waiting for us to move forward with our job.

I slip my hands inside his jeans and find he’s not wearing underwear. His stiff, throbbing cock leaks from the tip and, when I run my thumb over it, Harrison lets out a low groan into my mouth. I squeeze him tighter and repeat my gesture. This time he lets out a curse through gritted teeth and fists my hair, forcing me to lean back. His face is a mask of lust and need. I’ve never seenperfect Harrisonso out of control. He’s like an animal ready to make me his mate and I find it extremely exciting.

He looks like he could fuck me into the next day and leave me begging for more.

“Are you still convinced I don’t like you? That I would get my cock hard for another woman?” he growls and my pussy quivers in response.

“No.” I let out a breathless response.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard I’ll cancel any doubt about it.”

He underlines his words by grabbing the straps of my tank top and bra and pulling them down my arms and freeing my breasts. His eyes light up with flames of lust and anticipation, almost making me come.

He dives his head onto my nipples like a starving man over a banquet and he bites, licks, sucks me into paradise. I arch my back and fist his hair, keeping him exactly there, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine straight to my core. I’m a mess of moans, whimpers, and dirty words.

“You are perfect,” he whispers almost to himself, biting his way down to the button of my cutoff jeans.

He looks up with a mischievous smirk, asking my permission to go all the way.

“Fuck me, Harrison. Please,” I whimper when he stares at me way too long for my taste.

He lets out a groan, unbuttons my jeans and tears them off my legs so hard, my ass flies over the table. I squeal in surprise as he throws my clothes on the other side of the trailer. He stares at my bare pussy like he can’t believe it’s there, at his mercy.

“Fuck,” he curses, dropping on his knees between my legs. I’m sprawled on this table like a meal ready to be devoured. And Harrison does just that. Bites my inner thigh hard enough to make me squirm and then licks the length of my wet pussy all the way up to my clit.

“Jesus Christ,” I let out, breathless.

He repeats the gestures, this time slowly, taking his time to savor my most intimate parts. He prods his tongue between my folds, toying with me, making me beg for more.

“Please, Harrison. You are going to kill me.” I raise my head to look down between my thighs.

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