Sam

Making love on screen (or even downright raunchy sex, on screen) was no’ something I was unfamiliar with. Nevan, the character I play in Keepers is a fae, and apparently, according to the books the series is based on, fae are very sexual beings. Very sexual beings, indeed. They aren’t even that fussy. Which is why I have simulated sex with men and women, dressed to look like sprites and elves as well as human. But this was different. For so many reasons.

My co-star, Rikki Bayliss, was more than half my age for a start; and at just twenty, she was inexperienced at this level of on-screen sexual activity. She was nervous, anxious to get the scene right, an’ rightly bothered about being almost naked. Tyrian Halbard had done all he could to make her comfortable; she wasnae really naked, flesh-coloured patches hid her nipples, and her knickers were hidden by my body. My arse was actually the only revealing bit of the scene; my fake leather trousers (a special pair that I could peel halfway down my legs with ease, the others being skin-tight) down to my knees.

She had decided that with Billie Beckett, the assistant director, and Genni on set, she didnae need an intimacy coach; Billie had done a training course anyway, and was operating the camera. Ty and I were the only men there. Gen, Billie and Rikki had formed a friendship and Ty and I called them the family behind their backs. Gen was old enough to be Rikki’s grandmother, (her words, nae mine) and at thirty-nine, Billie was old enough to be her mother, but the three women had bonded closely. Billie seemed very fond of Gen, and both watched out for the young actress which was lovely to see.

Rikki was also very pretty, if too thin. I had ne’er found a preference for a lover before, but after the soft, comforting curves of Genni, I could tell Rikki likely had an issue with food.

Anyway, Ash, me, was seducing Cypress, Rikki, in a barn. Ash was the hero, but no’ that good a guy, and in a way, he was pushing Cypress into a relationship she wasnae ready for. Gen had written the scene, and as usual had managed to write it perfectly, showing Cypress’ conflict and desire. And so here we were, acting it out.

We had rehearsed o’course, fully clothed, giggling inappropriately. It can be awkward to pretend to be passionate about someone. Once or twice on Keepers it hadn’t been pretend - but I didnae tell Gen that; she worrit about herself enough - but I felt no sexual attraction for Rikki at all, so it all had to be acted. She was doing well, and if it doesnae sound conceited, I think she was enjoyin’ herself. I was trying to be sensitive to her needs; all of her needs; and yet I didnae want her to think there was more to it than there was.

We had filmed five takes so far, and Ty was unsatisfied. I was doing my best; crawling up the body of a beautiful young woman cannae be described as hard work; but despite Ty - and Gen’s - encouragement, something was wrong. Ty called a short break while Rikki’s make-up and hair was fixed, and I had hauled the trousers up to cover myself while I walked and stretched a bit before the next take, when Gen came over to me. I looked at her, surprised, as she leaned in and said:

“I’m going back to the trailer, get on with the scene and stop thinking about me.”

Afore I could tell her I didnae want her to go, she had gripped my cock, hard. I groaned, and felt myself harden and grow.

“Or, think about me, as if it’s me under you.”

Then she kissed me and walked away without a backward glance. I watched every step as she left the soundstage and long after the door closed behind her, my groin aching with desire. My erection was still throbbing when I felt Ty’s hand on my shoulder.

“Sam; let’s get this scene wrapped up, and then you can follow her.”

My engine was revving. I turned to where Rikki was waiting on the hay pile and as soon as Ty shouted ‘Action’, I made my move. I no longer saw Rikki; in my mind, it was Gen beneath me. I kissed my way up Rikki’s body, settling myself between her legs. As I kissed her lips, I knew it wasn’t Gen, but my cock didn’t, and his input made all of the difference to my actions and reactions. Rikki, too, seemed to be more responsive, and maybe she thought that now Gen wasnae there, I was able to show my true feelings, but it was the desire for Genni that was driving me. Method acting at its finest.

I had barely made myself decent after Ty said he was happy with the scene, before I was out of the door and making my way to our trailer.

I pulled open the trailer door and stormed in; Gen was there, just in a long sweatshirt which I managed to take in as I strode over and grabbed whatever she had in her hands, throwing it to one side.

“I need you, Gen.” I growled crashing my lips onto hers, pulling at her clothes as I did so. “I need to be inside you. Now”

She tried to push me away; fuck that, I thought, but I realised what she was telling me. Blindly I reached for the lube I had bought for times when she wasnae ready for me.

“Get yer clothes off.”

She obeyed, then fuck me, she lay down on the bed and I had popped the cap and slathered the lube between her legs and on my cock. It was cold, but it didnae impact on my erection. I dropped the bottle where I was and pushed down the trousers as far as they would go and yanked off the stupid fur waistcoat I had on. I positioned myself between her legs and thrust in. I was insane with lust and I pounded away without thinking. This was Gen, my Genni, mo gealach, and I needed to feel her around me.

I cried out as I came, then lay there while I recovered. Finally, able to breathe, I kissed her neck and said ‘my Genni’, against her skin. Then I tried to move. She stopped me.

“Oh no,you’ve not finished yet, matey.” Her voice was serious, even if her tone was jokey.

Oh, god; I understood I had been selfish. I tried to tell her I couldnae manage it again, but she wouldnae have it, squeezing herself around my cock and raking her nails across my arse. I had nae choice. I began to kiss her again, her neck, her jaw, her lips, before moving down to her lovely soft tits, nipping and licking them, while I caressed her body with my hand. God, I loved this woman, and maybe that was why I got hard again so soon. I began to move, trying to hit her g-spot each time, and I made sure I played with her clitoris to bring her along.

It had been so difficult, pretending to make love to Rikki when I wanted to be deep inside Gen and I tried to tell her that.

“M’ eudail, mo gealach, I needed you so badly. You tol’ me to think on you, an’ I did. I looked at her, but I saw you, an’ I wanted you. Only you.”

I needed her to understand. I had never given any thought to my sex scenes before; never wondered whether it would bother the person I was seeing at the time; but I thought how I would feel to see Genni pretending to make love to another man and my blood boiled at the thought. Then I thought about how anxious this beautiful woman was about her self-worth; about if she was enough for me. It was imperative that she understood how important she was to me, how much I needed and wanted her.

“You have me. You always have me.”

My heart soared at her reply. I quickened my movements, and soon we were both breathing heavily and recovering from an amazing orgasm. I held Gen in my arms and knew with a certainty that she was my all.