Starshine

by Melody Winter

  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.

  Rowan ordered everyone out of the room, and he followed.

  I was grateful that he gave Alex and me some private time, alone. We needed it.

  Alex remained where he was, with his head buried in the pillow next to mine. Even though we had been acting, we had just shared something incredibly real and intimate. I wondered how on earth he would have acted the scene with Amy.

  I pushed thoughts of her from my mind, and concentrated on the weight of Alex. I loved the strength of his muscular body, and the feel of his hot naked skin sticking to mine. It was as though we’d made love, particularly with this calmness afterwards. I was convinced we would be amazing together whenever it eventually happened.

  Alex kissed the side of my face. “Ella Summer, you are fucking unbelievable,” he whispered.

  I turned my face toward his before gently kissing his lips. “I hope that what they filmed was good enough. I can’t do that again,” I admitted.

  Alex lifted himself up on his arms, not crushing me anymore. He frowned. “What? You never want to make love to me again?”

  “No, silly.” I swatted his shoulder. “Pretend to make love to you. Next time I want it to be for real. And private.”

  I traced my fingers down the side of his face letting them finish their journey with a gentle rub across his lips. He kissed my fingers before rolling to my side. Grabbing the sheet that was pooled around our feet, he pulled it over our bodies. I tucked it under my arms before turning sideways to face him.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, seeing a frown appear across his forehead.

  “I can’t believe I’ve to leave for LA in about an hour.”

  “I wish I could come with you,” I said. “I’ve never been to America.”

  He smiled, as he turned onto his side to face me. His hand immediately rose to my hair and he twisted the long lengths in between his fingers. “You’ve never been to America?”

  “No.”

  “But you do have a passport?”

  “Yes. I’ve been to Spain a few times.”

  “Is it still in date?”

  “Yes.” I eyed him cautiously. Was he about to ask me to go with him? “Why?”

  “Just curious.”

  “I thought you were going to ask me to come with you.” I tried to hide my disappointment.

  “Not this time, Ella. The idea has crossed my mind, but you’ll hardly see me. You also have two weeks of editing to do with Crisp Muncher. I can’t make you miss it. It’s important that you stay.”

  “Not as important as you,” I offered, pouting at his refusal to take me.

  “I promise when I get back we will have the first of many nights together. I won’t be going anywhere. I’ll be exhausted, but I’m sure you’ll find ways to perk me up.”

  He wriggled closer so that the whole length of our bodies was touching. I was reminded of just what we had been through by a hardness pushing against my thigh.

  I smiled half-heatedly, annoyed for not quite having finished my period. If I had, I would be jumping on top of him and continuing where we just left off filming. Only this time, there’d be no acting.

  I didn’t want him to go away. It meant that I had a week to cope without him, without his smiles, touches and words. I curled my leg over his. “LA sounds so glamorous and exciting,” I said.

  “I promise that I’ll take you there one day, but it needs to be when I’m not working. I’ll take you to all the places I like and I’ll treat you to all the finest restaurants.”

  “Perhaps we could just curl up together in a posh hotel somewhere,” I offered.

  “I don’t have to take you to Los Angeles for that. There are perfectly good hotels in London. And we both have our own places. From now on, I hope we’ll be sleeping together a lot more than we’ll be sleeping by ourselves.”

  I widened my eyes. “Sleeping?”

  “Eventually.”

  We both smiled at each other for what seemed like ages before we lost ourselves in another slow, long kiss.

  One kiss led to another, and another. I was happy, relaxed and at peace with our renewed relationship. This following week would be difficult, I’d miss him so much. But it was only a week, and I had a lot to look forward to when he returned from his trip.

  My shoulders were roughly grabbed and I screamed as I was pulled away from Alex.

  Within seconds I was dragged onto my feet.

  Amy.

  I had a brief snapshot of her wide eyes and angry snarl just before she slapped me across my face.

  “Bitch!” The word flew from her mouth as I stumbled sideward onto the bed.

  Alex sprang out of the bed, wearing nothing but the stupid cock sock. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

  Rowan had run into the room with another man, and they had already reached Amy. He grabbed her arm, and another man stood in front of her, blocking Alex from getting near.

  “Get out of my fucking way!” he shouted. “I’m in no fucking mood for this.”

  “Don’t upset her, Alex,” Rowan warned.

  “Upset her? I feel like murdering the mad bitch.” He glared at Amy. “How dare you walk in here and attack Ella?”

  Tears rolled down my face as the stinging on my cheek took hold. “Alex,” I sobbed, reaching for his hand.

  He crouched down at the side of the bed. “Ella, fuck. Seriously, are you okay?” He held his hand up against my face. “I can see each finger mark where she slapped you,” he said.

  The man who had stepped between Alex and Amy, gave Alex his robe.

  Alex quickly shoved his arms into the sleeves.

  “This needs sorting out, once and for all,” he said. He kissed me on the forehead before standing up. I lifted my gaze to see who had handed Alex his robe, and instantly recognised him—it was Simon, Amy’s boyfriend.

  I jumped as Alex shouted at Amy. “Speak. Explain all of this, or I will make a phone call to the police on Ella’s behalf. I will inform them that you have physically attacked my girlfriend, and that I want to press charges against you. I have several witnesses!”

  Amy smirked, and my own anger started to rise.

  “Try it!” she snapped. “I have so much dirt on her. I have contacts that will print whatever I want.”

  Was she re
ferring to Anthony? I doubted that he would print what she said, but I was also aware that he was a reporter. These types of stories were the ones that sold newspapers. It was how he earned his living. He wouldn’t stay quiet forever.

  “You. Attacked. Her.” The anger rolled off Alex, and I hated Amy more than ever for bringing out this side of him.

  “She’s acting my scenes with you. Not only has she got her claws into Rowan, she’s now stealing my career!”

  I frowned at her through my watery eyes. Was she serious?

  “Don’t be so fucking stupid," Alex said. “You were ill this morning. You called in sick. We were meant to be acting one of the most important scenes in the film. What was I supposed to do, sit here all day until my flight left?”

  She began to cry. I doubted that her tears were real.

  “What was up with you anyway?” Alex asked. “You seem fine now. You’ve obviously got plenty of energy to attack Ella.”

  “He’s frightening me,” Amy whined. “Please, tell him to stop.” She buried her head into Simons shirt.

  I sat up, pulling the sheet tightly around my chest as I stared in disbelief at Amy’s performance. Simon and Rowan were comforting her, supporting her, fighting her side against Alex’s. I hated her.

  Alex was standing by himself, his face red and angry. My chest tightened. This was what he had to face every single day. No-one fought for him. It was all about Amy.

  “So?” Alex continued, still shouting at her. “You gonna tell me what was wrong with you? What had you so ill that you couldn’t come to work this morning, but enabled you to storm in here and attack Ella?”

  He was met with silence.

  Amy glared at me, but as her expression morphed into a gloating sneer, I decided that I’d had enough. I wouldn’t stand by and let Alex feel like this whenever she was around.