Chapter Fifteen

Seth looked around him as he walked with her to the trees. Remarkably few cast members had left the set for their given break and he raised his eyebrows, thankful for it.

Hidden and cooler in the circle of trees, Bethany took off her jacket and put the laptop on it. In one move, she stripped off her T-shirt and the camisole top she wore underneath.

Seth watched her and moved to hold her. He wrapped his hands around her waist. Her jeans were still unzipped and he pulled them down over her hips to mid-thigh. He could look down along her body, open to his touch, now.

Bethany tried to take Seth’s jacket top off him, but couldn’t find a zip or opening. He leaned over her to kiss her lips and whispered, “No zips; only Velcro.” He moved from her and took it off, throwing it down on the laptop and Bethany’s jacket.

Bethany smiled as he kissed her.

He wanted her desperately now and she was finally unzipping his pants. She pushed his black pants and shorts down to his knees. She kissed and licked his thighs as she stood. She turned and pressed her bottom against his erection, then leaned her hands on the tree trunk.

Seth swallowed and ran his hands down the curves of her bottom. He put his fingers into her from behind. She pressed back on them, wet with need.

Seth guided his erection into her, gasping when he heard her sigh and press back onto him. He thrust into her, holding her hips and letting the sensation drive everything else from his mind. He would come fast so he slowed his thrusts to lean over and kiss her backbone and neck.

He said in a voice husky with desire, “I can’t hold on.”

She moved her head to kiss him and they missed each other’s lips, but she pressed back onto him.

“It’s okay—just let me have your fingers inside me after. Let go Seth; it feels really good.”

Her whispered words impacted his cock and he thrust into her, groaning as his orgasm drained him of the ability to stand.

He leaned over her again and kissed her shoulder.

He took his time to move out of her and turn her around. He crushed her to his chest and felt her breasts soft against his skin. His hands were in her hair that had fallen completely from the hair combs she was using that day. He kissed her hard. He sensed her need and reached down with one hand to push his fingers into her.

Bethany went limp with need. She had her tongue in Seth’s mouth and she moved back, her lips still against his. “I have to kneel,” she said softly.

Seth barely heard her words. He took them both to their knees and held her head to his to kiss her softly, as she thrust on his fingers and moaned out her orgasm onto his lips.

They stayed against each other for a few moments and then Bethany took his fingers from her. She reached for the camisole top she had been wearing to wipe his seed and her wetness from his hand.

“Since you are completely dressed in black, Seth,” she said in explanation.

Seth watched and then held her face.

“Bethany,” he said softly and kissed her until they clung to each other.

She opened her eyes and moved from his face. “That was just so good. I feel like sucking you to make you hard again and doing the whole thing over.”

Seth laughed. “I think incorrigible is the word for you. You’re right, it felt great. I hate to say this, but we should dress and get back to the real world.”

They dressed, Seth more quickly than Bethany. He watched as she fastened her jeans and took the camisole top—even though it had a wet patch on one side—and slid it over her head. She pulled it down. Seth watched as she put a hand into the top and raised one breast to support it with the stretchy fabric. She did it with the other breast and then Seth stepped closer to her.

“I didn’t realize you weren’t wearing a bra.” He grazed her lips with his.

Bethany closed her eyes, but answered, “This does the job. I’m not that big. Sometimes I can’t be bothered with a bra.”

Seth thought about the way she dipped her hand into the camisole.

“Can I do it?” he asked, adding, “Next time.”

Bethany took a second to realize what he meant and then smiled.

“I usually do it twice.”

Seth recognized the invitation and turned her to dip his own hand into the camisole and lift her breasts into the stretchy fabric. He nuzzled her neck.

“You’re a lovely size—just right for my mouth. I think you’re beautiful.”

Bethany’s nipples hardened at his touch and his words. She leaned back against him and sighed.

Seth reluctantly let her go and handed her the T-shirt to put on.

Bethany pulled her T-shirt on. Seth held the laptop as she put her jacket on, wound her hair up, and secured it again with the combs.

She took the laptop from Seth and looked him up and down.

“You look a bit rumpled and I think there’s a tiny little white spot on that black outfit just there.” She touched him lightly, low on the stomach.

Seth smiled. “It’ll be okay. Don’t make me want you again or I’ll be in trouble.” He softened his words with a kiss as he took her hand from him and then kissed her fingers.

She grinned at him. “Do you wear black for the whole movie?” she asked, as they walked side-by-side out of the small wood and into the late afternoon sun. It felt good on their shoulders.

Seth had a hard time not holding her hand as he felt a contentment fall softly over his soul.

“I do, because my character is part of the elite group of warriors,” he answered her and broke into a big grin. “I fight the evil with my special mental powers and my trusty, black swords.”

Bethany caught his jokey mood and laughed. “So, even the swords are black.”

They reached the row of deck chairs where they sat down, side-by-side.

“Yes, special sparkles and dazzles are added in post-production,” Seth told her.

Bethany turned and looked at him. Seth saw the affection in her gaze and was glad of it.

“Before you go, I need the absolute truth. Can you think of anyone at all who might want to hurt you—even just a little? Another actor who might have wanted the part you have—anyone?”

He took a deep breath. “Truthfully, I get on well with everyone. I don’t think I have rivals as such. There’s camaraderie between the actors in my year and in my circle. I’ve even had one call me up to say they were knocking back a part and to tell my agent to check it out for me. I have no girls in my past that I have loved and left. Not like that; not so they would wish me actual harm. It’s been innocent. There’s just Sara. She dislikes me now but I seriously doubt she would wish me harm.”

Bethany’s eyes glittered with deep emotion. He noticed but wasn’t sure what it was.

“I don’t know the makeup artist who also gets the letters either,” he finished just to clarify things.

Bethany looked around and then kissed him.

“I believe you. Take care. I’ll wait here for you.”

Seth looked concerned. “Until about one or two in the morning—that’s a little harsh. I’ll try to get you nearer. Let me talk to someone.”

He stood, brushed his lips against her forehead, and then strode off toward The Village set.