But he was stronger than me, and he was straddling me. His weight was keeping me in place.
“Don’t hide from me…” he said.
I locked eyes with him, and he was giving me that vulnerable look again.
I stopped struggling, paralyzed under his gaze.
“This is the only thing that’s real,” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss on my lips. “This is the only thing that’s real in this whole damn show…”
He kissed me gently, and it was like all of my layers were being peeled off of me. This felt real. It felt like I could trust him; like we were just two souls finding this connection.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his body leaning over mine.
“I’m not…” I said. Truly, I felt disgusting, especially underneath a god in human form like Mason. I was overweight, and I wasn’t perfect, and I wasn’t ready for this.
“You’re ready,” Hazel’s voice echoed in my memory.
That connection lit up the neurons in my brain like Christmas lights. Up until now, I thought that Leo was my heartmate. That tether from his gaze… that could only mean we shared that deep, liquid, ethereal connection, right?
But here I was underneath Mason Vayne, feeling like my soul was being set on fire by his touch. I had never felt so close to someone in my entire life.
He kissed me again, and I felt him. I felt the real Mason, the one that hid under all of the layers of arrogance and haughtiness. The one he was trying to protect.
It was like the most vulnerable part of me was reaching out and touching the most vulnerable part of him.
Something shifted in the kiss and it was gentle; it shifted from lust to… something else. Something more intense.
“What is this?” he whispered when he pulled away from my lips.
“You feel it too?” I asked, my eyes fluttering up to meet his.
His pupils dilated, crowding out his icy irises.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, completely open to each other. It was like we both had layers of shields revolving around us all of the time, orbiting us. And here, right in this moment, all of the gaps in our layers were lining up.
“I see you,” I said.
And just like that, a shadow came over his face and the moment was gone. Something had shifted, and now he was back to that cocky, arrogant boy who needed to cling to the illusion that he was in control.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice going all hard.
I was so malleable to him at that moment that there was nothing I wanted more. So I obeyed; I flipped over.
He moved his hand over my back, tracing the lines of my body.
“You have a perfect body, you know that?” he said.
I smiled as I pressed my cheek into the pillow.
He continued moving his hands along my body, circling his palm on my ass.
“Take these off,” he said, plucking at the waistband of my jeans. “I want to see all of you.”
I sat up on my knees and undid the button, pulling the dense fabric down to my knees.
“No, all the way off,” Mason said.
So I rolled over onto my back and shuffled them off all of the way.
He was looking at me like he was discovering some kind of lost treasure.
I liked that; I wanted him to keep looking at me like that. It was like getting a hit of some kind of forbidden drug, and I was addicted.
But that closeness from earlier was now hiding behind his shield. I couldn’t see the real him anymore. There was only lust there in his eyes.
And I was okay with that. As long as I kept getting… this, whatever it was, I was fine with it.
He didn’t take his eyes off me as he undid his button, his fingers shaking.
“I need you,” he said, his voice going all husky.
“I need you too,” I said. There were feelings that were injected into that statement, so I amended it by saying, “I need your body.”
Then we were all over each other, both of us dressed in nothing but our boxer briefs.
“You’re so hot,” he moaned.
I loved the way his skin felt grinding against mine; warm and slightly sweaty. It felt like every single one of my nerve endings that were touching him were on fire.
Kissing his sculpted mouth was like nothing I’d ever experience before. And when he moved his kissing down to my neck, it was like being touched by a divine being.
“Mmh, yeah don’t stop,” I moaned breathlessly.
He gently kissed the tendon that led up to my ear, and I shuddered with pleasure.
Mason’s big, manly hand moved down my ribcage and to my crotch.
I moaned and bucked, begging for him to touch my cock again.
I was harder than I’d ever been in my life; I was certain that all he had to do was touch it and I would explode.
But when he touched it, it was slight and gentle. He was teasing me.
“Oh… oh, Mason…” I moaned, my arms feeling up his thick shoulder muscles.
When he finally closed his fingers around my cock, I closed my eyes and felt the pleasure course through me.
He looked up at me, those icy eyes piercing me under his dark eyelashes.
“Do you want to take it further?” he asked, pausing his stroking.
There were a few seconds where we paused, and it was just me and him. His shield was down again.
I would have agreed to anything he asked.
“Yes.”
Chapter Fifteen
As if that word gave him the green light, he put both of his hands on my hips and flipped me over like I weighed nothing.
We were both panting, lost in the throes of passion as he pressed me down onto the bed.
He leaned over me and nibbled my neck, biting me slightly.
There was a distant thought that was screaming at me that he might be giving me a hickey, and that would be a problem because I was supposed to be on film tomorrow. But the rational part of my mind was smothered under all of these primal, lustful feelings.
He stood on his knees, and there was some shuffling as he withdrew from me. As soon as the heat of his skin was off of me, I wanted it back on.
I prayed that there were condoms and lube in the drawer next to me. If the crew already stocked this trailer and got it ready for me with the fresh sheets on the bed, would they have thought to put things in the bedside table for a moment like this as well?
The bed shook slightly as Mason leaned over to the side, pulled out the drawer of the bedside table, and rummaged around inside.
It sounded like there were things in there.
He closed the drawer with a gentle thud, and then I heard as something light landed on the bed. Then I heard the pop of the cap of a bottle of lube and a gentle squirting noise.
I thanked my lucky stars and internally blessed the crew for stocking the trailer with those.
Mason was panting as he pulled down my boxer briefs.
I felt an inkling of self-consciousness as he was looking at my bare ass. I wondered if he was comparing it to the hordes of beautiful twinks that were probably regulars in his bed.
But the thought was whisked away as he whispered, “God, such a beautiful ass… so perfect…”
He roved his hands over my right cheek in a circular motion, then pulled my cheeks apart to gaze at my hole.
“Oh…” he sighed lustfully. “Such a beautiful pink hole…”
I blushed, grateful that he couldn’t see my face in the darkness.
Then he squirted some more lube on his fingers and began massaging the sensitive skin around my hole.
It felt like all of my nerves were on fire as the pleasure coursed through me. I writhed on the bed, my body responding to his touch. I tried to press my ass up to his fingers, begging him to penetrate me.
“Uh-uh, not yet…” he teased, withdrawing his fingers. “You’ve got to be patient, Charlie.”
My body bucked against him when he said my name. I couldn't’ form any rat
ional thoughts anymore; I was mad with desire.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked breathlessly as he swirled his fingers around my opening.
“Enjoy,” he said.
Then he pressed one of his thick fingers into me, and I felt my body stretch for him.
“Mmm!” I moaned, writhing under his touch.
I could hear a change in the tone of his breathing, and I knew he was smiling now.
“You like that?” he asked, pressing into me deeper.
“Yeah…” I moaned, my body begging for more.
“You want more?” he asked.
“Yeah…” I said, pressing my body onto his fingers.
All thoughts of how this would affect me tomorrow went out the window as he started to wiggle his finger around in a slow, delicious motion.
My cock was throbbing underneath me and leaking out precome.
“Don’t stop…” I begged.
Mason let out a primal growl and inserted a second finger, then a third. He kept adding lube too, so the stretch was never too much.
I would have done anything he asked at that moment. His fingers were in me, and it was like I was a puppet for him; submitting to any whim he might have.
“Please…” I said.
He stopped the movement of his fingers.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please… I need it…” I said, hoping he would get the message.
“Oh, you want the dick?” he asked with mock concern.
“Yeah… give it to me,” I begged, my body pressing down on his fingers.
He seemed to be tired of this game too, because he didn’t say anything. He withdrew his fingers from me, and my body felt empty without them. But then I felt the bed move as he leaned down and picked something up, and I heard the small tearing sound of foil.
There was a pause and some silence. All I was doing was imagining how great it would feel to have him inside me; to stretch me.
To fuck a movie star.
Then, I felt his hand on my lower back again as he readjusted his knees. He was leaning down, and I felt something big press against my hole.
“Oh…” I moaned. I willed my body to let him in, but I was still too tight.
“Relax…” he said softly, then reached around and grabbed my dick.
His hand was coated in lube, so when he wrapped it around my cock and began jerking me off, it made a squelching noise.
That turned me on even more.
I was dripping precome all over the bed, my body begging for him with liquid hot desire.
And just like that, my body relaxed and he pushed his way in.
“Ohhh!” I cried, feeling his length slowly push into me.
He let out a primal, satisfied growl as he sheathed his huge shaft into my ass.
“Fuck…” he moaned, pressing all the way in.
I clenched my teeth, feeling my ass stretch for him. My fingers clutched the pillow next to me and I squeezed my eyes shut.
It felt so good, like our bodies were meant to be together.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, feeling his dick plunge into me.
He pushed in with all of his length, then began to pull out.
My body clenched, closing in on the cavern that his dick made.
“You feel so good…” Mason said, plunging into me again.
I moaned, loving how his hard cock filled me up.
He was still reaching around and jerking me off, too.
“Yeah Mason… oh yeah, fuck me,” I begged as he picked up speed.
He was thrusting into me, in and out, in and out, the lube making a squelching noise as he plunged into my body.
Every single one of my senses was alight with pleasure. I loved the way he was pressing into me, convincing me that I was something more extraordinary than what I was.
It was like I was a movie star just for him at that moment.
He took his hand off of my dick for a second, then reached down for my shoulders. With a gentle tug, he pulled me up so that my back was pressed against his hard torso. He was still inside me, and my body was clenching on his.
He kissed my neck gently and with control, and I leaned my head back so that we could kiss on the mouth.
His kiss was needy, lustful. Our lips melded together, and he bit mine a little too hard.
Then he shoved me back down on the bed and pumped into me faster and faster.
I felt a tight knot in my lower belly get tighter and tighter. I gritted my teeth, feeling something within me build.
He put one of his hands on the bed to brace himself, then used the other one to wrap around my throbbing cock again.
I must have been dripping precome at this point.
But he fisted me faster and faster, in time with the speed at which he was pounding my ass.
It was too much to bear; too much to handle. With only a few more thrusts, I was pushed over the edge.
“Oh, oh baby I’m coming!” I cried as my cock erupted all over the bed.
In a series of pulses, my cock spurted out shot after shot of come all over the new sheets.
Mason gave a guttural cry as he pushed into me one last, harsh time.
“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned as I felt him empty his come into the condom inside my ass.
I could feel his dick twitching with every heartbeat, then his body collapsed onto mine.
I woke up an indiscernible amount of time later underneath a sleeping Mason Vayne. It took me a minute to figure out my surroundings and remember what had happened.
I was going to be acting in The Black Castle. This was my trailer. I had just been fucked by a movie star.
I pinched the skin on my hand to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, and then Mason stirred.
Panic seized me. I had never been in this situation before — what would I say, what would I do? Had I just ruined everything?
But he put all those fears to rest when he planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks,” he said.
I frowned. There was something so… transactional about the way he said that.
He sat up and started putting his clothes back on.
“You’re not going to stay?” I asked him.
He pulled his shirt back on, hiding his beautiful abs from view.
“No, why would I stay?” he sneered. “That’s not how this works.”
“I thought…” I said, wrapping the blankets around me. “I thought…”
“What, you thought we’d be together? That I’d let the rest of the cast see me walking out of your trailer in the morning?” he said.
Now that I thought of it, it was in fact, ridiculous. A movie star like Mason Vayne, hooking up with some nobody like me?
As he finished buttoning his pants, my mind was going back to the dark place. I was starting to feel like my old self again; that I was fat, talentless; a nobody from a nowhere place.
“Was it all fake?” I asked softly, my words hanging in the air.
Mason looked at me, his eyes back to their patented coldness. “Everything is fake. I’m an actor.”
He flashed that Cheshire Cat smile at me one more time, like he was the cat that got the cream. “I’m glad you enjoyed my performance.”
I felt like a fool. I thought we’d shared some kind of genuine connection. But now I felt like garbage. The feelings coiled in me deeper and deeper, poisoning my self-esteem.
“Get out,” I said, glaring at him.
“I’m already on my way, babe.” He said, blowing me a kiss. “Now let’s just pretend to do that tomorrow.”
And just like that, he turned and left my trailer.
I leaned back and my head crashed against my pillow. It took me a moment to place the feeling I was having. It wasn’t quite like how I felt in high school — when I felt like I was on the edge of crying all the time.
No, this feeling was too angry to be that. It was close, though. A cousin of that feeling.
I pulled the blanket around my body and cursed my
self. How could I have been so naive? In the heat of the moment there, I actually entertained the thought that Mason could be my heartmate; that what we were doing was sure and genuine.
The way his eyes looked when his pupils were huge — even accomplished actors couldn’t fake that, right?
Overwhelmed with feeling inadequate, tricked, fooled, naive… all of the feelings converged into a heavy sentiment in my chest:
I would never be good enough.
And then suddenly, all of my old demons made their reappearances and pulled me down into a fitful sleep.
The next day, Mason was acting like nothing had happened.
I was no stranger to the casual hookup, but what we’d shared the night before seemed so real at the time that I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I was starting to obsess over him — watching him out of the corner of my eye wherever he was.
It was impossible not to turn into a mess over it, and the fact that I was so enraptured made me angry.
I thought of the way he smiled at me when he left my trailer — like he’d prevailed or something. And even though we were both consenting adults, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d taken something from me; coerced me in a way.
“You okay?” Alina asked from my side.
She was nervous today too; today was the day Rachel was coming onto the set.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, looking off towards the ocean.
“Charlie, I know something went down between you and Mason last night,” she whispered. “Just tell me now so I can get out of my own head for a second, okay?”
I sighed, my shoulders sagging. “How did you know?”
“Well, I went to bed and left you two alone. Up until this morning, I thought you guys called it a night in your separate trailers. It wasn’t until I saw the way you’ve been looking at him all morning that I knew something was up.”
I sighed. “Am I that obvious?” I asked defeatedly.
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I’ve known you for a while; it’s only fair that I can pick up on what you’re thinking sometimes.”
“Well, alright then,” I said. And just like that, the story of what had happened the previous night poured out of me.
“What an asshole!” Alina said when I got to the part about him leaving.
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