Trevor POV
My palms glisten as I stare at the script. My eyes slowly scan over each word, not believing what I’m reading. Could this really be happening? I know this is part of the drama. I have known it since we first started talking about it, but is it really happening? It doesn’t seem real.
My mind goes back to the first time I met Tiffany at the auditions for our first drama together. Back then, she was so shy and such a prankster.
One thing hasn’t changed through all the years. She is still just as beautiful as always. Her pale skin and dark eyes pull me to her while her smile lights up the room.
“Trevor! Are you ready? The bed scene is next!”
Gulp.
The director’s words repeat in my mind and stop on ‘bed scene’. We have never gotten to do our famous sex scene in the first drama. We were replaced with other actors for season 2, and the new actors did it instead.
My cock twitches as ‘sex scene’ repeats in my head again. A fire ignites deep inside of me as I imagine kissing Tiffany’s luscious lips while my hand slides up her smooth pale arm.
Wait. No. I can’t be thinking about this.
I quickly shake my head and take a deep breath. Unfortunately, my shaft doesn’t want to listen to me. Instead, it wants to taste the sweet treat.
Heat rushes across my face as little balls of sweat explode across my back and along my forehead. I take another deep breath, wishing for my body to listen to me. I’ll be the laughingstock of the cast if I have to delay a shoot because I got a huge boner thinking about my body brushing up against Tiffany’s delicate skin.
The director walks on the set and heads for me. “Trevor! Are you ready?”
My eyes instantly snap to the nearby bed. My shaft twitches and fights against my tight underwear while I nervously pull the hem of my shirt down and turn my attention back to the director and nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
Gulp. I’m anything but ready.
The director points off to the side of the set. “Go get your makeup touched up and then crawl into bed. I’m going to go get Tiffany. Remember, we will have to do many takes so don’t get carried away with the kisses. I don't want yours or Tiffany’s lips looking swollen before the kissing starts. Take it easy.”
A lump forms in my throat and my mouth suddenly goes dry as I slowly nod.
Can I actually control myself and not devour her once I get a little taste of her? This will be my first time, but I already want to lose control and ravage her.
The director smiles and pats my shoulder as he walks past. “Don’t be so stressed about it. You’ve got this.”
I don’t know, but I’ll try my best. Remaining quiet, I slowly nod again.
My focus shifts to the director’s back as he walks away from me. Will I be able to do this? I don’t want to upset him. He has been amazing so far, and I don’t want this one scene to ruin his impression of me.
My hands tighten around the edge of the script as my heartbeat quickens. If he only knew the truth, maybe I wouldn’t be so worried about it.
Before I have time to worry anymore, the makeup artist rushes to me and grabs my arm. “Oh, my. You are sweating like you’re in a sauna. I need to fix your face. Come sit down.”
I silently let her drag me across the set to her station. My mind is lost in the scene and the script as she pushes me into a chair. She mumbles things as she frantically works to make me look perfect. The whole time, my foot doesn’t stop bouncing while my stomach flutters.
A fog fills my head and I flip over into auto-drive as the makeup artist pulls me out of the chair and pushes me towards the set. My eyes instantly go back to the bed and the impending kiss scene.
Gulp.
My manhood has finally calmed down, but one tiny thought about the much-awaited kiss has it springing back to life. Before anyone can see the growing bulge in my flimsy pajama bottoms, I dart over to the bed and slide in under the covers to my safety. I breathe a small sigh of relief.
As I snuggle into bed, I run through my initial lines, stopping right before I ask Tiffany to come to sleep in bed with me.
I can do this. It is only a few kisses and then I have to straddle her.
My shaft stands at attention as my mind repeats that one word over and over again. Straddle.
No. No. No. I can’t be thinking about this. I need to get into character, but not a horny, perverted one.
I take another deep breath while my hand itches to stroke out my problem.
No. I don’t have time. Plus, how do I explain why the sheets are all messy? I need to wait until I get home and then rub one out.
But for now, I have to do or think of something horrible to get rid of my boner. Plus, I don’t want Tiffany to feel it when I slide over to and up against her.
I nervously bite the inside of my lower lip as I try to come up with anything that will instantly turn me off and make me go limp. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to figure it out before Tiffany walks on the set in her flimsy pajamas looking gorgeous, like always.
She flashes me a big grin. “Trevor, are you ready? This will be our big scene.”
Heat rushes through me as I swallow down the lump in my throat and slowly nod. I try to make my voice sound normal, even though it is cracking inside my head. “Yeah. I’m sure the fans will love it.”
Her smile widens and her eyes sparkle as she nods.
I wish she would be this happy for our make-out scene, too. Am I the only one who will enjoy this more than I should and hope we can continue it later at home?
No. I can’t be thinking like this. We have agreed a long time ago this is only for fan service and nothing more. She has never shown me she has changed her mind, and I don’t want to ruin anything by asking.
I force a smile and shift around under the covers. “I’m sure you are right. We won’t have to wait too long to find out. Only a few months and this scene with air. Do you…”
The director marches onto the set and in between Tiffany and me. “Okay! Are the both of you ready? We are on a tight schedule today, so I’m hoping we don’t need to do a lot of takes to get what I want.” He glances back and forth at the two of us but doesn’t wait for a response. “Tiffany, I need you over on the couch acting like you are trying to sleep. The pillows and blanket are already over there.”
He waves his finger towards the sofa. Tiffany nods and obediently shuffles over to the other side of the set. Along the way, her shirt slides off the side of her shoulder, exposing her pale, smooth skin.
Gulp. I can do this. Stay calm.
The director turns towards me. “Trevor, are you ready? Remember, as per your request, this is the last scene for today. As soon as we get all the shots we need, you are free to go for the rest of the day.”
I almost want to laugh. There isn’t much of the day left. It is past 8 in the evening and no matter what I do, I won’t be able to go to sleep early. If my current state is any sign of what I’ll be like when this is done, I’ll have to spend some time taking care of a particularly large aching problem when I get home.
I pull the sheets up to my chin and take off my shirt before wiggling into place on the bed. “Yes, I’m ready.”
The director claps his hands and shuffles backwards off the set. “And action!”
Tiffany POV “And Action!” I slowly lick my lips as I glance across the room at Trevor lying on the bed. His bare chest glows under the spotlights and practically begs to be touched. Can I keep myself under control? What am I thinking? I have to keep myself reined in. I don’t want to ruin anything between us. We are good friends and nothing more, but I can’t confess I’ve had wet dreams of him almost every night. His strong arms wrapping around me while his… No. Not now. I take a deep breath as my heart races. I can do this. I close my eyes and get into character. One who isn’t currently in love with Trevor, but soon will be. I switch over to autopilot, and we work through our lines. The director doesn’t stop us, and we keep rolling along. My breath hitches when Trevor finally calls out to me to sleep with him in the bed. I break character for only a moment as my stomach flutters. This is it. I can do it. Pushing my jitters out of my mind, I shuffle across
Trevor POVI take the extra matching comforter from the crew as they rush onto the set. My heart is still racing while my shaft throbs so hard it aches. Still under the comforter, I wrap the extra matching one around me. I breathe a small sigh of relief when I pop out of the shared comforter. This is it. The scene I’ve been dreading but also yearning to do. Soon, Tiffany’s delicate body will be under me while I hover over the top of her, wanting to rip her flimsy pajamas off and take her right here in front of everyone. But I can’t do that. I need to keep myself under control. Like earlier, I fight to keep myself in check and not cross any boundaries. But deep down I want to throw those stupid boundaries out the door and not care about anything other than how to please Tiffany so we can reach our climax together. My cock twitches in agreement as the staff quickly places pens in the extra comforter to make sure it doesn’t slip and fall off me. I don’t want it to move either
Tiffany POVTrevor clamps onto my mouth and nearly sucks my breath away. Like before, I open my mouth and eagerly welcome his tongue in, hoping he will devour me completely this time. The director’s instructions flicker in my mind. We can’t go full out right now. We will have more takes to do, and he doesn’t want our lips plump before we finish the last few takes. Heat rushes through me as I gather my courage and plunge my tongue into his warm mouth. I frantically try to memorize every little curve of him as he shifts his weight beside me.Shit. This is it.With our mouths still hungry for each other and locked together, Trevor straddles me. In my mind, I picture him naked, with nothing coming in between us. His body glistens with sweat as his rough hands caress my arms and chest. His huge…No. I have to stay in character. The scene needs to be done first, and I need to stay professional. Even though my mind snaps back to the scene and what needs to happen, my body only ha
Trevor POV I run through the doors and out of the studio, ignoring the throbbing pain in my groin. How could I let myself go like this? Tiffany is too tempting. Luckily, I don’t have any more bed scenes with her, but this one is almost too much for me to handle. My heart hammers against my chest while I dash to my car. My hand fumbles through my pocket, hunting for my car keys, as if they are hard to find. The entire time, my skin burns from her touch while my lips nearly combust into flames from her lingering warmth. When I finally pull my keys out, I quickly unlock the car door and jump inside. If I was wearing anything else, I would scream in pain, but the flimsy pajama bottoms offer no resistance to my hard manhood. I breathe a sigh of relief as the car pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road towards my apartment. The ride home passes in a blur. I rush into my apartment and stop only when the door clicks shut behind me. A small relief washes over me
Tiffany POV I still don’t know what has possessed me to do this. If I was thinking clearly, I know I wouldn’t be here, but I can’t turn back now. My fist trembles as I hold it up in front of the door and take a deep breath. Soon, I will find out if I was picking up the correct vibes from the shoot or not. My heart pounds against my chest and echoes in my ears, drowning out everything else but my ragged breath. BANG!! BANG!! BANG!! The muffled sounds of footsteps rushing towards the door has me thinking twice about this. My heart races as the door handle twists. Trevor’s angry voice slices right through me. Maybe this is a bad idea. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” The door whips open. My breath hitches and I can’t breathe. Trevor’s anger instantly disappears as confusion washes over his face. I almost jump for joy when I think I spot a faint glimpse of excitement in his eyes. But nothing has prepared me to see him in only a towel, loosely dangling on his hips. My hand itches
Trevor POV If this is a dream, I don’t want it to ever end. My tan skin against her pale body is something I thought would only be seen in my nightly wet dreams. She has made it so clear for years she doesn’t want to cross our professional line. What has changed? My hands slide along her back and down to her firm, round butt. I cup each cheek and squeeze, reveling the feeling, while grinding my rock-hard cock into her. I savor the delicious friction and warmth her delicate body provides, but I want more. My mouth clamps down on her smooth shoulder. Her soft voice is music to my ears. “Ahhh… Trevor….” Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the couch and tighten my grip on her firm butt. I briefly release my hold on her shoulder as I lift her up into the air. She instantly wraps her legs around me while I take long strides to the inviting piece of furniture. When I stop in front of it, I clamp back down on her shoulder, trying to darken the faint mark already there.
Trevor POV I look down at Tiffany as she sleeps next to me in bed. Her exhaustion doesn’t show on her face. If anything, she has a slight glow about her, which I’ve never seen before. My smile widens as the idea of her glow is because of me and our many rounds of amazing sex last night. I was rough the first time, but I soon softened up and was gentler as we continued on in the bedroom and then in the shower. My heart swells as the images flash through my mind, but a part of me is ashamed for not being gentle from the beginning. Tiffany never stopped me, no matter how many times we did it. She was out of control like I was, but my heart ached, and guilt took hold when she couldn’t walk to the bathroom or stand in the shower. That didn’t stop of us, though. I carried her to the bathroom and held her tight while we took a bath. Unfortunately, her soft, smooth skin is too alluring, and I pinned her up against the shower wall for another round. As I stare down at my sleep
Tiffany POVMy eyes slowly flutter open. Every part of my body is sore, but I savor the aches. They remind me I gave myself to Trevor last night. All my wet dreams couldn’t come close to or compare to the reality of making love with him. The only question I have now is why didn’t I take down the wall between us before now? I’m sure there had been signs of his interest or attraction to me. How did I miss them? I kick myself for letting myself suffer for the last few years and going to sleep alone every night, when I could have been sleeping beside his warm, muscular body. His heat still lingers on my body as images of last night dance in my head. A grin slides across my face as I roll over and bury my face in his pillow. Taking a deep breath, my nose and lungs fill with his masculine scent. My hands glide across the sheets, yearning for his warmth, but my hand feels only coldness instead.Wait. My head pops up, and I glance over my shoulder towards the bathroom. “Trevor.