His head rubs against his pillow, rolling from side to side, and his slit glistens.
“Okay, but only because your body is asking me to.”
I wrap my fingers around his length and tug. He lifts his hips and whimpers. I palm him fast, squeezing when I reach his base, and he writhes between me and the bed, his lids twitching.
“Yes, you like this, don’t you? You’ll feel so much better after having it. I’ll always be here to take care of you when you’re unable to do it yourself.”
His breaths grow heavier and his knees lift. My fingers create more friction against his skin, and I spit between us to make us glide easier together. My lips wrap around his cockhead, and all it takes is a little suction of my mouth to have him coming all over my tongue. He’s thrashing against the mattress and I’m milking him for every drop he’s willing to give me, licking up whatever escapes the corners of my mouth.
“You’re as delicious as I thought you would be. I know I said I was going to wait, but you were perfectly begging for more with those slutty noises and how much you subconsciously wanted to show me your body.”
His chest lifts and falls heavily. I cover him with the blanket when he starts to shiver, and tuck them around him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Sweet dreams, my little idol. Dream about us and keep allowing your body to tell me what you’re not always able to say with your words. I’ll always listen.”
I run my fingers through his hair, lifting the covers higher and hitting stop on the camera. “And that’s a wrap,” I say with his saltiness bursting on my tongue. It stays there while I make it to my car without anyone noticing, and it’s there when I’m fucking myself into my hand in the shower as I recall the way I made his body come alive only an hour before.
Four
Sterling
My eyes flicker open to the sunlight invading my trailer. Stretching out my arms, I rub sleep from my eyes. As I sit up, I look down in surprise when I’m not greeted by my usual morning wood. My body feels sated and I think last night might have been the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. I toss the covers off and I’m less on edge about filming today than I was yesterday.
What’s changed? It’s been two whole days since I’ve been able to get off, and every time I tried during breaks, someone would knock on my damn door, instantly killing the mood and leading me to nap instead. Was it the pizza? Are the sleep meds finally helping? Or was it the fact I finally got to have a full-on, no-pressure conversation with another person.
Not once was I given pointers or asked about my next movie. And the man was also genuinely being kind instead of being nice to me only to get something in return. I was expecting him to ask me to recommend his next movie or hand me his card if I enjoyed having him as part of my team, but he never did any of that. Didn’t ask me to help him meet anyone famous or other directors I’ve worked with either.
He was just a guy who knew what it was like to put his work before his own needs and was wanting to share his pizza to show his understanding. He was funny too. There was this captivating sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me, almost as if I were the only thing to exist in the whole world.
It didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes either. Not that I would do anything with that information. Yes, I’ve questioned my sexuality many times before, only to brush it off with my future in mind. I knew a guy last year who came out as gay and it limited his chances at movie roles. I can’t risk that happening to me. Not when my career is finally starting to take off.
I don’t know if having my fans find out I’m bi would have the same impact, but I’m not sure I’m ready to know the answer. We also work together, so he’d be off limits anyway. I search for some clothes and once dressed, I head out for a run.
Nothing wakes me up like exercise and fresh air. I lap around the building a couple of times while checking my watch and wishing I packed my headphones. A car slows beside me, honking and with the window rolled down. “Morning, movie star,” Hayden says with a smile. “You should have told me you liked going for jogs, I would’ve joined you.”
“Next time for sure,” I shout and he nods.
“Yeah, next time. See you inside.”
I wave him off and go back to getting my workout in. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and when I see my manager’s name, I put it to my ear.
“Hey, Lacey.”
“Sterling. You’re up. I thought you’d be sleeping still after I heard how late you turned in last night. And what’s this about you eating pizza with the cameraman?”
I sigh. “Okay, who’s the snitch?”
“Does it really matter? You know Lisa has a very strict set of rules, and if you want her to keep casting you—”
“I know,” I say, cutting her off. “I have to follow them if I want to keep starring in her movies, and I have for the most part, but is it so wrong for me to take one small break from those nasty ass sandwiches.”
She huffs. “Okay, fine, but promise me from here on there’ll be no more slip-ups.”
“You have my word.”
“You only have a few more takes left, and then you can go off to do whatever it is you like to do to wind down for a couple of days. But don’t forget, you have a booking on the Tonight Show coming up.”
“I won’t. I have to get back and shower before it’s time to shoot the next scene. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”
“Bye . . . and don’t forget, no more pizza or—”