Page 45 of The Actor: Harrison

His response is classic Bates. He grabs my waist, brings me to the edge of the table, moves his hands behind my knees pushing them high and spread, baring my pussy to his assault. His eyes never leave mine as he grins and seals his lips over my clit, sucking hard. I come so fast my head spins like a merry-go-around.

“Holy shit!” I cry out, throwing my head back while I ride my pleasure, wave after wave, as Harrison keeps licking and sucking, prolonging my orgasm until I can’t catch my breath.

He stands up and I don’t have time to recover because he’s already grabbing a condom from his wallet and pushing the jeans down his legs. I watch him pumping his cock a couple of times and his big hand wrapped around his stiff shaft is a sight to die for. I thought he was gorgeous during the scene on set, but I knew nothing. He is so intoxicatingly sexy I can’t tear my eyes from from his hands rolling the condom in place. When I finally raise my gaze to his face, he grins at me and I realize my mouth is slightly open. I’m shamelessly drooling over him and he knows that. And he enjoys every single second of it.

He positions his cock at my entrance, putting my calves over his shoulders, and then lowers himself on me, kissing me senseless. I can taste my arousal on his tongue when he swipes it over mine, swallowing my groan when he thrusts his hips, burying himself in one long stroke deep inside me. He’s still for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size. With my legs in this position, he can go so deep that I feel him everywhere inside me. I’ve never felt so full in my entire life.

His hips press against mine, causing a delicious friction against my sensitive clit. I moan and push against his firm body, needing more. He leans on his elbows over me and looks straight into my eyes when he slips almost completely out of me and then thrusts hard again. My pussy clenches around his demanding cock. The table creaks a bit under his force.

He slowly pulls out again and then thrusts hard and fast. I close my eyes and arch my back in pleasure.

“Look at me, Sienna. I want to watch you while you come around my cock.” His rough order is like a shot of lust straight into my veins.

My blood sings with desire. I open my eyes and I’m taken aback by Harrison’s gaze on my face. He looks at me like he’s never seen a woman so beautiful. My heart runs fast in my chest trying to escape through my throat. This is not just mere pleasure. I don’t have time to overthink it because Harrison starts hammering me, fucking me so hard I forget my name.

The table creaks with every thrust, and I’m sure this entire trailer is shaking, but I don’t have the will to care about it. The orgasm mounts so fast and so deep inside me that I go off like a rocket, squeezing my pussy around his throbbing cock.

He groans in response and dives deep inside me with such force that when he comes with one last powerful thrust, a loud crack echoes inside the trailer and I’m squealing, gripping my arms around Harrison’s neck as the table collapses underneath us.

For one long moment, we stare at each other, wide-eyed and stunned speechless. Then we burst out laughing like two insane people, lying there on the floor with a destroyed table and papers scattered everywhere, sticking to our sweaty skin.

This is what it’s like with Harrison. It doesn’t matter if we’re fighting, kissing, or fucking. We’re so explosive, we literally shatter furniture.

I just hope we don’t shatter our lives and careers too.

I study Sienna’s face from afar. She’s humming something while she put the remains of our small party on set into a trash bag. Everybody already went home, except the two of us, and she looks like she is finally relaxing after all these months. There’s something carefree in her attitude tonight that wasn’t there this morning.

We finished this movie. We had our last shoot today and we’re allowed to go home and enjoy a bit of free time. At least I am. She still has the editing to supervise with the film editor and I’m a bit scared this is the end of everything between us. Because while four days ago we had the most explosive sex I’ve have ever had, after that, there was nothing. Not because I don’t want to, but because we didn’t have the time or the chance to talk about what happened in that trailer, and now we’re stuck in this situation where I don’t even know what to say. Are we dating? Keeping it casual? Nothing at all?

“So, that’s a wrap!” I say when I come closer and grab the trash bag from her hands.

She looks up at me and smiles like there’s nothing better in the world than being here with me during this happy time in her life. My heart flutters in my chest at her gaze.What are we, Sienna? Please, spell it out to me because I feel like I might be falling but I’m the only one.

“Can you believe it? A few months ago, I was terrified this movie would be the downfall of my career, but here we are.” She walks to her chair and grabs her bag. The chair that has her name over the “director” printed on it. A chair that means a lot to her.

“Why would you think something like that?” It’s the first time she confesses it to me to me. I’m not sure she told anyone else about it either. She doesn’t strike me as someone who whines to people who aren’t like family to her, and even with them, she wouldn’t complain but rather whisper her fears.

She shrugs. “Because I had to find someone to invest money in it, and I’m terrible at networking and randomly asking for money. The night I insulted you at the party was me doing that.” She smiles shyly, her cheeks becoming redder with every word out of her mouth.

I chuckle. “I admit you could work on your social skills. But you had a great script, people talk in this industry, it was only a matter of time before you found someone willing to chip in.”

“Yes, I know, but then you came into the picture and I thought I was going to blow my only chance at making this movie great,” she adds, wincing when she sees my hurt expression.

I have to remind myself that we’ve come a long way since when she thought I was just a sellout actor with zero skills. I’ve shown her time and time again that I can do my job and I’m not just a fluke. But it still hurts to hear that. She really made my life hard in the beginning. And I hers. I wasn’t on my best behavior either.

“Lucky you, you discovered I’m good at what I do.” I laugh.

We stop at the exit door, turn around, and take one last look at the set. It’s always a bittersweet feeling stepping off of a set for the last time. Every good and bad memory, every early morning makeup call and late-night shoot rush to your mind, reminding you how hard this job is but, at the same time, how rewarding it is. When you film a movie it’s an immersive experience in every sense of the word. You don’t just dip your toes into the character, youbecomethat person, and when the lights shut off for the last time, you have to remind yourself who you really are.

This is an emotional moment for me, and when I look at Sienna, I notice she’s staring at that set too. I don’t know how it is for her, maybe she’s thinking of some scene that could be better, or something that could have been done differently, but at the end of the day, she has to release this project. She’s such a perfectionist I have no doubt she would film for years, if it was an option.

She shuts off the lights one last time and locks the door behind us.

“You’re not just good. You’re great, and I didn’t think a dramatic role would be your strong trait. You surprised me in so many ways I can’t even start to count. I’m sorry I judged you without knowing you.” She’s so sincere I can’t help but reach out my arm and drag her toward my chest.

“Stop thinking about it. I get it. I swear. I judged you as a bitch after our first encounter, so we’re even,” I say, kissing her head and basking in the feeling of her arms wrapped around me.

She half-laughs. “Iwasa bitch the first time we met.”

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