Chapter 49
Sebastian
The Modesty Patch
Yesterday’s tryst was on replay in my mind as I prepared for today’s workday.
Getting waxed and groomed for a day of sex scenes was awkward as hell—especially when my dick kept getting hard every time I thought about Evie.
And it was interesting because I wasn’t just thinking about sex with her.
I was thinking about the future. Movie nights with her and the dogs, vacations to Scotland or Australia, making more movies with her, marriage.
It was never really about sex with Evie Reyes. It was all the stuff in-between that had my mind going haywire.
After I was fully waxed, I admired myself in the full-length mirror in my trailer.
I’d put a lot of work into maintaining the Hollywood physique.
I hoped Evie liked how I looked. Before my mind could take me on a montage daydream of all the things I’d like to do with Evie, again, there was a knock on my trailer.
Connor came in and said they were ready for me.
As my assistant drove me over to set, I noticed how protected things were for today’s scenes.
This wasn’t any different from sex scenes I’d done before, but for some reason, I felt overly protective toward Evie’s and I’s privacy.
A sense of comfort came over me as I spotted all the signs reading Closed Set.
“Thanks, Connor,” I said as he handed me a Red Bull and dropped me off.
“Anytime, Sebastian.”
I went inside and flinched at the harsh lighting.
Filming sex scenes was one of the least sexy things to do in filmmaking.
The bright lights, the shouting of directions, the constant awareness of not only the people in the room, but your scene partner.
I suddenly felt self-conscious as I stared down at my limp cock. Could I…perform?
“That’s, uh—not what I was hoping to see.” Dante caught me staring at my doll-like groin and walked over. “What happened to full mast? You’d think you’d be excited to be filming with your Final Girl today.”
“I am,” I assured him. “Thrilled, actually. I’m just a little nervous, I guess. This is what’s going to be in the movie?”
“Yes, sir. Do you need a little help? Your agent negotiated for a fluffer. We can call one.”
I shook my head. “No, I think I’ll be fine once Evie gets here.
” The amusement on Dante’s face made my face flame, and I rephrased.
“I mean, once we start acting, I’ll be able to focus.
Fuck off,” I muttered and went to find a corner to drink my Red Bull in peace.
I found the chair with my name on it and plopped down, mentally preparing myself.
As if my soul were connected to hers, I knew the moment Evie walked onto set. My breathing hitched, and my thoughts disappeared for a flash as I turned my head to see her. She was… beautiful.
They’d curled and styled her hair. Her makeup looked perfect, her red lips were fuller, her lashes longer, and when she batted them, her eyes shone. Suddenly, my cock rose from the dead beneath my robe.
“There we go,” Dante said, seeming to come from nowhere.
Glaring at him, I placed a hand over my lap. “Can you not monitor my erections, please?” I asked.
He put his hands up. “Fair enough. Let’s just keep that energy going for the shoot today. Once we get these shots, I don’t care if you ever get hard again.”
He left me, and I stood to go see Evie. There was a bit of fanfare to her arrival. She’d been swarmed by the production team the instant she came through the door. I waited until they’d moved on before going to her. She was standing at craft services, grabbing a yellow Red Bull.
“Ready?” I asked.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “They set my modesty patches already. I made them double some up,” she said with a laugh.
She blushed and looked down at her feet. I licked my lips. She seemed to worry about a repeat of our chemistry test, while I was hoping for a repeat.
“I hope they used superglue, because I’m putting my all into this today.”
She crossed her arms under her chest, causing my eyes to shoot to her breasts then back up to her eyes.
Before she could say something smart back, they were shouting for everyone that wasn’t necessary to leave set.
They filed out and with them, all the relaxed energy. Suddenly, everything felt very serious.
Dante came over and explained the scene. It felt pointless, as I’d read the script a hundred times. I knew what was going on. Which was good because I couldn’t focus on Dante’s words. All I could think about was Evie and how she was feeling right now.
I was a seasoned actor, used to being a piece of meat to this industry.
My place in all of this was to look attractive and read my lines.
Once the movie was released into the world, all sorts of trolls would come out online to critique every little thing about us.
I could turn my feelings on and off. Could she do that?
Would she be able to set aside everything to bare her body for art?
“Got it?” Dante asked us. Giving him a thumbs-up in agreement, he left to sit near the monitors.
I turned to Evie. “What did he say?”
“To make it look good, basically,” she said. “He’s letting us improvise, and he’ll just film and cut it later.”
“Got it.”
I let her take the lead. She untied her robe, and I did the same. I went to hand it to Connor, but I remembered he wasn’t here. I rolled my eyes and smirked as I took it to my chair.
This wasn’t my first rodeo. What was I doing?
I tried not to be obvious as I glanced to the side to see what Evie was doing. I was always respectful of my scene partners, but today I was hyper-aware of all my actions.
She was wearing her bra and panties, so I kept my boxers on. I stood there until she reached for my hand and pulled me onto the set.
“Are we ready?” Dante shouted.
Evie wrapped her arms around me, and any anxiety I had about her preparedness for the future, my body’s performance, and everything else washed away. She turned to Dante and squinted. “Actually, I think I’ve changed my mind. Could we do the music?”
“Music?” I asked.
Dante raised his arm and made a circular gesture with his finger, and a moment later, low music poured from speakers I couldn’t see.
“It won’t be in the final cut, obviously, but he said it might help me focus less on the cameras,” she explained. “He let me make a playlist.”
I grinned, recognizing the song. It was “Is This Love” by Whitesnake. “Is this your personal bang list, Final Girl?”
She blushed. “Maybe.”
“Countdown!” someone shouted, and I straightened, getting into the character of Ronny McCoy—the charming, not-all-there boy next door. You’d think after five murder sprees in which he was a major target, he’d have left town completely—but no, Ronny was still living in Simon Says’s proximity.
But it was all paying off, because finally, he was getting laid.
The cameras rolled, and Evie and I were replaced by Ronny and Lucy, the lovers.
We made out while standing up, taking direction from Dante.
While he had told us he’d let us improvise, his director’s soul couldn’t help but bark too frequently for my taste.
We filmed an hour of making out and heavy petting, then they called for Evie to take a small break so they could get the money shot.
We got the full-frontal scenes of me stalking naked to the bed.
I kept my mind solely on Evie and me in the Psycho house to stay hard.
I’d do it again and again if we could. I wanted to fuck her on every set on this lot.
Making a mental list of all the places we could fuck kept my mind off the camera that was inches away from my dick, catching every pore, wrinkle, and drop of precum falling from the tip.
By the time we got to the bed, I was getting a little lightheaded from the lack of blood in my brain. It’d been going to my groin for hours now, and I needed release.
“You okay?” she asked me as we took lunch.
I bit back the urge to invite her into the bathroom to get this handled before we returned to set, but the thought of hearing Dante complain about my limp cock for the rest of the day kept my fantasies at bay.
“Yeah. I just...need a minute.”
I was pretty sure my frustration was clear on my face every moment the cameras were off.
People stopped checking in on me, and I found Red Bulls and water left on my chair instead.
We returned from break, and I almost growled when I got onto the bed and discovered exactly how strong her modesty patch was.
I closed out everything around us and zeroed in on trying to make her as sexually frustrated as me.
I kissed her thighs, licking up and down her body.
I planted kisses on her bare breasts and pinched her nipples.
She groaned and threw her head back. Dante was shouting words of praise about her acting skills, but only I knew she wasn’t performing for anyone but me.
I ground my palm against her mound, and she thrust her hips up into me. Was she…
I moved between her thighs and pressed my erection against her modesty patch.
If I wanted to, I could rip the fucking tape off and take her.
The idea was so tempting, my mouth watered, and my cock pleaded for more against the patch.
My hand drifted down, running along the seam of the modesty patch…
I scraped the edges with my nails, daring myself to rip it off.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear for only us to hear. “We could have number four, right here, right now. What do you say, Final Girl?”