«Guys please, if you can't get your act together, we'll be left behind. In October the movie is supposed to be in the cinemas.» Pedro Pascal, the director, cries out in despair.
«Sorry» I mumble.
«Damn and I thought I had good actors here. The other movie with you two was so amazing, the emotions I saw..but this, this here is bullshit. I need a break.» he shouts and the crew nods. «We're all back here in ten minutes.» Pascal gives us a warning look.
I quickly put on my bathrobe and someone gives me a cup of coffee which I gratefully accept.
«What was your fucking problem, Yn?» Henry Cavill, my co star, asks me.
«My problem, I don't have a problem, Henry. I think you have a problem with that I rejected you, don't you?» He gives me an angry look. «I don't have a problem with that, Yn. Don't be stupid. You just want me back, is this why you can't kiss me properly because you're scared?» Henry smiles devilishly.
«Come on Henry. Nothing comes out of your mouth but bullshit» I realise that we were speaking too loudly and everyone heard us and everyone looks at us. Literally everyone, the whole film crew and Pedro Pascal himself.
«Can we continue, you brawlers?» he asks softly but everyone in the room can hear that he would like to shout at us.
«Sure» Henry and I say simultaneously. A crew member takes off my bathrobe and we continue with the filming. But honestly, it doesn't work well. Henry and I can't kiss us properly and when we can Pedro doesn't like it.
«Okay guys, we'll stop here and you two will make a good show tomorrow or I'm going to freak out.» Pascal says while looking at us piercingly. But then he smiles briefly. «Good job.» Eventually he leaves first with the co director following him. The crew start to dismantle everything while Henry and I having our make-up removed.
While all this is going on, Henry looks at me piercingly, but I try to ignore him. We all eat together and I notice that Pedro looks back and forth between Henry and me. His eyes often linger on me and when I look back, he usually smiles briefly.
Damn, I wish he would be my co star and not Cavill, I think.
At 10pm I leave the studio and want to go to my carvan. I have to think about Henry and me, how weird everything between us is when I almost bump into someone. I look up and realise it's Pedro Pascal, the director. He's older than me. Maybe twenty years but I have to admit, he looks quite handsome.
«You have to watch out» he smiles softly.
«Yeah, sorry» I mumble. «I was in thought»
«Yeah, maybe about how you two are going to get this done tomorrow...» Pedro says sternly but then his expression softens. «No seriously, the atmosphere is very tense between the two of you. Did Cavill... do anything that was inappropriate? You just have to tell me.» He puts his hand on my cheek and I shiver and my eyes widen but I play the feeling down.
«O god no, I just..I rejected him once and he didn't take it well.« Pedro leans against his caravan, which is apparently right next to mine, and crosses his forearms.
«Okay...just tell me if you feeling uncomfortable or so... anyways you two are actors, like me, you have to get your act together. We must be professional here. Does he want more from you?» he asks on the side. I like that he wants me to be comfortable. That he wants me to feel...safe?
I nod slightly. «Yeah...he wanted or wants more but I don't» I don't know if I imagine this but it seems like that Pedro smiles briefly. I continue: «I said I'd be open for fwb but Henry wants more which I didn't accept»
Pedro nods. «You wanna have glass of wine? I have one which I bought in Chile»
I nod slightly, we enter his caravan. «You're from Chile, right?»
«Sí, they brought my siblings and me here when I was six. I wouldn't be here without my parents. Cheers.» We toast. «Cheers» I repeat and Pedro winks for a moment.
«I was requested for the film, why?» I ask after I took a sip from the wine.
He cleans his throat. «It was a tactical decision. We had already casted Cavill and the last movie with you two had a good publicity. Because of that we thought there will be a good viewing rate.» Pedro clears his throat again.
I raise my eyebrows. «Oh, that makes sense in some way, I suppose»
«It does darling, don't worry» I blush a little bit what Pedro notices because he just smirkes. «I don't make you nervous, do I?»
«N-No, don't worry» I reply quickly, too quickly, and take another sip from my white wine.
«Sure...you know what Yn, sometimes when I'm laying here in my bed...I wish I hadn't apply for this director job»
I raise me eyebrow again. «Why? Don't you like the job?»
«I do love it but I think I could do it better than Henry, don't you think? Just imagine, you and me in front of the camera, kissing, making out. Me touching you, your beautiful body. Just imagine this, Yn, my fingers running over your beautiful, sexy body, giving you goosebumps. I could give you everything you need, what your little body here needs. Imagine how I give you as many orgasms as you can take until you faint. Imagine me fucking your little pussy, fucking you senseless. Can you feel it? Can you imagine it?»
I swallow. His low voice makes me shiver, those intime thoughts and wow I don't know what to feel. But I feel desire. And shit, I want him. I want Pedro Pascal, the director of my next movie, a man who's way older than me but I can't help me. I want his imagination coming alive.
I nod. I can feel and imagine it. And when I only think about it, I get wet. «Then do.» I whimmer.
Pedro smirks again. «Okay, come here.» I know what that means. Pedro wears a pair of loose jeans and a white linen shirt. It has a kind of old money style. The first two buttons are not buttoned up.
I slowly stand up walk to the other side of the table and sit down on Pedro's lap. I put my hands around his neck and start to softly scratch it. I can smell his scent. A mix of pepper mint, smoke and the wine which we just drank.
«Are you sure with this, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, Yn» His hands are running over my back and rest on my butt. And god, I love that he asks for consensus. As an answer I kiss Pedro hungryly. He's surprised for a second but then kisses me back. While we kiss I can feel how hard he gets under me. Pedro's hands remain on my ass and he squeezes my cheeks. I moan into our kiss when his grip gets firmer. I wrap my legs around his waist and Pedro slowly stands up, my hands still around his neck, he carries me to the little kitchen where he sets me down on a counter. «Wait a second, tesoro. We don't want to produce something we'll regret, do we?» He gives me a soft kiss on my forehead before he goes to the table again where is wallet lays, grabs some condoms out of it and comes back to me.
He kisses me passionately I wrap around him again and Pedro carries us to the tiny bedroom of the caravan where he sets me down. Pedro stands in front of the bed, looks at me penetratingly. I kneel down and start unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. As I do so, I am rewarded again and again with a kiss. When I have finished he lays over me and we both lay on the bed now. I put his shirt off of his shoulders. Pedro slowly takes off my t-shirt. Underneath I wear a black laced bra.
Pedro spreads little kisses over my cleavage down to my belly. I get goosebumps where his kisses were. During his sensual gestures I moan a little. I try to get down to his trousers, through which I can see a bulge. I slowly take off his loose trousers and his boxers are revealed, which I of course try to get off his body, but Pedro pushes me softly back onto the bed. «Patience, little girl, patience. This isn't about me, it is about us.» I nod slightly and he gives me another kiss on my forehead.
Pedro starts to unbutton my jeans and takes it slowly off of me while he kisses my inner thighs. Of course my panties have another colour than my bra. Typical. But in my defence; that wasn't planned, after all «Eres tan hermosa.» He whispers in Spanish, and if I'm not mistaken, it's called something like «you're beautiful» With one hand he unclaspes my bra with which he reveals my hard nipples. His rough lips make their way up to my breasts and he starts to caress them. Pedro kneads my left breast while gently nibbling on my other nipple. Meanwhile, I moan continuously and run my hands over his hair and back.
Then he stops, takes off his boxers and his already very hard penis is revealed, and my eyes widen at the sight.
Pedro gently takes my right leg and puts it over his shoulder after putting on a condom. He slowly brings us into position and with his glans he makes gentle circles around my entrance. My wetness is already seeping down onto the sheet when he finally penetrates me. «Fuck» I whimmer and he groans before he kisses me passionately. He lingers in this position for a while so that I can get used to his size. Pedro's thrust are more intense now and I almost loose my mind. He hits my g-spot deep inside of me. My nails scratch his back so hard, I bet he'll bleed in a few minutes. «You're so tight, darling» Pedro moans.
As he continues to thrust into me he now starts to massage my clitoris. «Does that feel good, tesoro?»
I can barely nod while I keep focusing on his fingers and his deep thrusts. «Uhu, fuck Pedro. If you keep doing this, I'll cum.» Our bodies are sweaty.
«Trust me darling, that's the plan. Cum for me, Yn. Cum over my dick.»
With these words I cum hard and a wave hits me. It is one of the most violent orgasms I have ever had in my life, if not the most violent. It takes me a little while to think clearly again, Pedro's cock is still in my pussy and he slowly pulls it out. Only now do I notice that he hasn't cum at all. Was I bad?, I ask myself.
Pedro kisses my forehead gently and as if he could read my mind he says: «You did an amazing job, darling. And I'm still hard. You could say 'thank you' in a... let's say... practical way.» He smirks and I crawl over Pedro, take the condom off and start to caress his dick...
