Illicit Affair ||Pedro Pascal||

Please

With Pedro's lips still pressed against mine, he took a step forward and I felt my back make contact with the nearest wall, my hands tangled in his curly brown hair. For what felt like ages, we stayed up against the wall like that, our hands roaming each other's bodies. At some point Pedro turned the lights off in his trailer, but I didn't notice until he moved us to where the bed was. I wanted to say something about how I didn't even have a bed in mine, but before I could the back of my knees hit the edge of the mattress and he laid me down onto the soft surface. He stood up straight and removed the t-shirt he was wearing.

That's when it all began to feel so surreal to me.
Was this actually happening? I thought.

Pedro crawled on top of me and our lips came together once more. He then made his way down to my neck, sucking at the most sensitive part, which made me gasp with pleasure. I wanted so badly to say his name, but I thought it'd be best to keep quiet. I figured the two of us being caught on set property was highly unprofessional and probably wouldn't go over too well. I bit my lip in attempt to restrain myself, but when his lips latched into my collarbone, a moan almost escaped.

He sat up and towered over me, his knees on either side of my hips, and held out both of his hands towards me. I hesitantly placed my hands in his and he pulled me up just before lifting my shirt off of my body. I laid back down and he began fiddling with the buttons of my jeans. I was too nervous to fully look at him until now. When I did, I saw his eyes filled with lust. They seemed darker, full of desire. As he completely removed my clothing, leaving me in my underwear, I began to feel much too self conscious. I was so exposed compared to him.

We kissed again, and my fingers found their way to his belt buckle, skillfully unlatching the single button and undoing his zipper. He slipped them off, and I propped myself onto my elbows to take in the sight of him, his eyes never left mine. I found him intimidating. He was like an animal stalking it's prey, basking in the power he knew he had over me. He leaned down and his mouth traveled all the way from my neck to my stomach, the warmth of his breath sent shivers down my spine. There wasn't an inch of my body that hadn't been touched by him, he made sure of that. Pedro pushed my panties to the side and slid his fingers along my wetness, earning a long sigh from him in response. His thumb moved circles around my clit, and I realized I had never been with anyone who could find it so easily.

My back arched, and my hands gripped the bed sheets tightly before he slid his index and middle fingers into me. The sheets weren't enough to keep me silent, so I resorted to covering my mouth with my left hand. I looked up at him, his expression so focused on what work his hands were doing. I was a whimpering mess due to the sensation of his free hand softly rolling one of my nipples between his fingers, and he was doing this all while still keeping his eyes on me. It was all so intoxicating, I couldn't help but beg for more. "Pedro..." I moaned as quietly as I could. It came out as a whisper, but he thankfully heard me and locked his eyes with mine. His mouth agape, breathing heavily. I couldn't take it any longer. "Please." I whimpered. He knew what I wanted, and he slowly pulled his fingers out and lined himself up with my entrance. Just as he was about to slide himself in, I squeezed his shoulder to stop him for a moment. "Um...it's been a while since the last time I..." I managed to breathe out.

"I'll be gentle." He reassured. Pedro placed one more kiss on my cheek and waited for me to let him know that I was ready. I blinked, and then nodded my head. Pedro gently pushed the tip of his dick in, and my eyes shut tightly as my breath hitched. He pulled himself out, and went back in, but this time; deeper. He did this until all of him was completely buried inside of me.

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There we were, laying in bed a minute after we had both finished, our chests still heaving. I grabbed the comforter and covered myself all the way up to my shoulders. As I stared up at the ceiling, I began to worry about if I did a bad job or not. I knew for a fact that I enjoyed our little rendezvous, but I wondered how he was feeling about all of it. "I'm sorry if that was disappointing..." I spoke.

He turned his head to look at me. "It wasn't at all."

A wave of relief washed over me. It got silent again, gladly it wasn't an awkward silence. It was quite comforting, like how it feels just before you fall asleep. The world goes completely quiet. "How many tattoos do you have?" I suddenly asked.

Pedro looked at me again, and reached for the light switch that illuminated only the area above the bed. It was a dim golden light, but it was enough for me to be able to see each mark that was left on his body permanently. A bullseye on his left hand, the letters 'VP' on his right wrist, a flower behind his left ear, and three tiny elephants scattered around his thighs. He told me the significance of them, and admitted that he hadn't told anyone else what they all meant. He told interviewers the meaning behind some, but not all. "Do you have any?" He asked.

I cocked an eyebrow. "If I did, you would have seen them by now." I stated, earning a chuckle from him. "It goes against my modeling contract to have any tattoos."

He shifted his body so that he was facing my direction, his arm propped up holding his head in his hand. "Do you want one?"

I pursed my lips. "Yeah, someday. I don't know what I would get." I finally looked over at him, he looked like he had been listening intently at everything I said.

We spent the next hour talking about anything that came to mind. I asked him silly questions and he'd answer them, then he'd ask the normal questions like my favorite color.

It was 1:33 am when we decided to get up and put our clothes back on. I exited the trailer first, making sure that nobody else was on set that could've seen me. Luckily he and I were the only two people left there, but just to be extra cautious Pedro left 10 minutes after I did.

I had no idea what this meant now. We had taken so many steps forward that night, but I was still just as confused. At least I knew then that he in fact did feel something for me. But what was going to happen now that we've had sex?