Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I manage to hold myself back from coming until Blake’s writhing and stroking himself in earnest to get himself off again, but the second he screams my name, I no longer have control or any way to stop my orgasm from slamming into me.
I have no idea if I get Blake off or not, but as I slam inside him, I’m too distracted to try to figure it out. Only when I collapse on top of him do I have the mind to ask if he finished.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again anytime soon,” he says.
“Maybe that’s how we should play this sex scene.” I roll onto my back. “Let’s make each other come until it’s impossible for us to get turned on tomorrow.”
“Good plan.”
The plan doesn’t work. At least, not for me. As Blake and I wait on set in our robes, wearing practically nothing except our nude illusion socks over our junk, I can’t help but find his squirming adorably hot.
I don’t know what that says about me, but whatever.
“I’m getting a glimpse into what drag queens go through, and I have to say, I’m not a fan.” He tries to adjust himself.
“You’re not supposed to be tucking anything down there.”
“I’m not. It’s just … tight. Feels weird.”
I lean in and lower my voice. “You usually like tight things wrapped around your dick.”
Blake groans. “Can you maybe not do that right now?”
I grip his shoulder, but he steps away.
“Or touch me. I can’t get a hard-on.”
“I’m going to have to touch you during the scene. You know that, right?”
“I should’ve asked for a stunt double or CGI sex in my contract.”
“I’m trying really hard not to be offended.” I’m lying. This is the awkward part I think all actors hate doing, and it’s the first time he’s ever done this type of scene. The blowjob one was different. He was only shirtless in that, and it was a close-up. This will have his ass showing, side shots of Blake on top of me. It’s all choreographed and led by an intimacy expert—that’s an actual job.
“It’s a closed set,” I say. “It’ll be fine.”
“It’ll be awkward as fuck.”
“Well, yeah. That too.”
Blake shoves me. “You’re not helping.”
“Hey.” I squeeze his hand. “It’s just me out there. If you get overwhelmed or need a break, need me to take the lead or whatever, I’ll be there.”
He takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”
Ben walks on set with a storm cloud above him. “All right, let’s get this shitshow started.” Ben in a crappy mood. Just what we need to make this more fun.
“Ignore him,” I say to Blake. “Focus on me. Are you ready?”
He shakes his head.
“Too late.” I drop my robe and take my spot on the bed while Blake stands at the foot of it, biting his lip in that sexy way he does when he’s nervous. I don’t think it’s supposed to be sexy, but it is.
The lights, the noises, and the bustling set make it difficult to really channel my character, but when Ben calls action and Blake crawls on top of me, I do what I told him and only focus on him.
His skin on mine, his breath on my cheek, the way he kisses me … he’s not even grinding against me, but it feels as though he is. Suddenly, it’s easy to bring emotion to the scene. It might be simulating sex, but the point of it is intimacy.
Ben calls, “Cut.”
Apparently, we’re blocking a camera.
So we rearrange position and try it again, but then our body makeup is all wrong, and it’s another twenty minutes before we run it again while we get touched up.
The intimacy specialist gives us tips to incorporate, like try making sound and communication with nonverbal cues.
This time he really is pressed against me, and even though we made each other come countless times last night, it’s easy to get carried away when it comes to Blake.
The moan they wanted isn’t even forced. It happens naturally.
That’s when Ben calls cut again. “This is a cinematic masterpiece, not porn. Do it again.”
Blake mumbles something I can’t hear, but I’m pretty sure it’s “Cinematic masterpiece my ass.”
With each take, Blake’s confidence grows, and we do eventually get the shot after about twelve hours of constant breaks, touch-ups, and sex lessons from their “expert.” It’s tempting to tell them all it would be quicker if we could just fuck on camera because Blake and I have that down pat, but real sex and movie sex are completely different.
When we’re done, our sweat has mixed with the oil and makeup on our bodies. Blake stands and quickly wraps his robe around him while the crew work to unpack the set around us.
He steps forward and lowers his voice so they can’t hear. “You were right. That was the least sexy thing we’ve ever done.”