Trevor POV
I 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. Then everyone will know exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.
I glance to my side at my gorgeous co-star. Her dark brown eyes blankly stare up at the ceiling, but there is something I can’t quite figure out in her eyes. A mystery I can’t solve.
What is she thinking about? Is she wishing she didn’t have to kiss me?
Please, don’t let that be it.
She has kept to the strict friend thing, and I’ve never once seen her slip from her line of thinking before. A part of me wishes she will throw it out and ask for something more, but I can’t push her. She needs to want it too, not just me.
I take a deep breath and push my questions out of my mind.
The director needs to get this scene done, so we can all go home, where I’ll be spending a good amount of time resolving my growing problem. These kissing scenes will keep fueling my lust, though. It may take all night to get her warm touch off me.
As the crew steps away from the bed, the director pats my shoulder. “Trevor, remember, don’t devour her on the first take. We will have to take several of them before we wrap it up for the night.”
A crease forms along my forehead as I stare at him and nod. “Okay.”
Is he trying to tell me something or am I reading too much into it?
Before I can figure out which one it is, the director steps back away and barks, “First take will be the far away shot. Nothing up close.” He turns his attention back to me. “Trevor, you need to start on the bed beside Tiffany and then climb up on her.”
Heat rushes through me, but I push back my thoughts and nod.
The director claps his hands and turns around. “Okay. Everyone in place.”
I settle back on the bed and get into the place, looking at Tiffany’s beautiful face. Her long, dark eyelashes flutter as she continues to stare up at the ceiling.
My heartbeat quickens.
“ACTION!”
My body takes control, and I slide closer to her. In one fluid motion, I capture her luscious lips in a passionate kiss as my hand slides along her pale, smooth arm.
I would give anything if this is how I could go to sleep every night and wake up every morning. She is too scrumptious to not devour morning and night.
I slide up against her, while trying to not rub my hard cock against her. There is no reason to ruin the scene because of me.
Even with the comforter wrapped around me, her warmth worms through the multiple layers of fabric and burrows straight into my soul, fueling my burning desire even more.
Her sweet taste dances along my lips, but it isn’t enough. I want more.
I don’t hold back as I dive deeper in and capture her lips again. Wanting to taste more of her, my tongue pokes out of my mouth and dives right into her parted lips, not missing any little hidden spot.
Sweet.
She tastes better than I thought she would.
“CUT!!!”
My heart sinks. I wish I didn’t hear it, but before I can continue enjoying her glorious treat, she pulls away from me a bit and whispers, “The director said cut.”
No! I don’t want it to end. Why does she have to listen to him now? Earlier, she didn’t listen at all, and the director had to yell it several times.
Reluctantly, I pull away as the director shouts from the side of the set, “Trevor, don’t go all in right away. I told you earlier we will have many takes to do on this part. I have several camera angles I want to get, and I can’t do it at the same time. Now, get back into place before the kiss. Move the cameras in closer this time. We will have at least one more take with a closeup.”
I roll backwards onto my back as I take calm and steady breaths. I only have a few more, then I can go home. Just a few more. I can do this.
My cock twitches as if it is telling me it can’t be done.
Mentally, I grumble at it before pushing those thoughts out of my mind.
The director claps his hands and calls out, “Everyone get ready for take 2.”
I close my eyes for a moment and clear my thoughts. I can do this. There are only a few more takes. Stay calm. Don’t show her how turned on you are.
“ACTION!”
My stomach sinks as my heartbeat quickens.
I open my eyes and turn on my side to meet Tiffany’s alluring brown eyes, which instantly pull me towards her. Before I know what is happening, I’ve once again latched onto her plump lips. Her sweet taste reminds of what I’m missing.
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.
Trevor POV With a spring to my step and a wide grin etched into my face, I leave the studio and head to my car. The drive back to my apartment seems to take longer than normal. My finger taps the side of the steering wheel while my eyes stay focused on the road. Is Tiffany still there? My stomach flutters at the idea of her welcoming me back home. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes will brighten even my worst days. The tapping on the wheel quickens as I bite my lower lip. An image of Tiffany wearing only an apron pops into my head. My cock comes to life as I lick my lips and stop at a red light. Her pale skin glimmers under the dim lights and begs to be touched and marked. I wrap my fingers around the steering wheel as Tiffany gives me a playful smirk and seductively asks, “What do you want to eat tonight?” My pants tighten as my bulge grows and strains against the thick fabric, begging to be set free. The image in my mind then morphs to last night as I hover over he
Tiffany POVI wake with a smile on my face and something warm and sticky on my crotch and stuck to my thin panties. Even with the discomfort, my smile widens as images of my wet dream dance through my head. My hand slides across the sheets next to me, but my smile slowly fades as I’m once again met with emptiness. Where is Trevor? Just like yesterday, I glance towards the bathroom. “Trevor, are you in the bathroom?”Silence is my only answer. My heart quickens as I move and suddenly wish I hadn’t. The warm sticky substance in my frilly undies reminds me of the amazing wet dream I had, but it was only a dream. I look over in the corner of the room at my bag on the floor. Luckily, I went home yesterday and got a change of clothes. Otherwise, I would have to use some of Trevor’s clothes, but that isn’t a bad idea either. If I didn’t care about our co-workers and others seeing me in his clothes, I wouldn’t have snuck off and got my clothes. I would have held my head high and p