Tiffany POV
Trevor 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 has one thing it is thinking about. Devouring Trevor.
Goosebump explode across my body as he rests his weight down onto to me. My hand glides along his shirt, while I wish it wasn’t there. Another glimpse of him completely naked pops into my head, making my core throb. At the same time, he leans closer to me.
Like before, my body takes control, and my hips rise, trying to meet any part of him. To my excitement, my stomach brushes along his firm abs and sends a wave of pleasure pulsing through me.
His breath hitches, but I don’t stop. I want more of him.
I raise my hips again, seeking the glorious friction like before. But this time Trevor shifts his hips slightly, and I’m left hanging and wanting more.
No. Don’t deny me.
My fingers tighten along his hips and ball up his flimsy pajama bottoms into my fists. I will not let him get away. This is my one chance to get a glimpse of what he is truly like. So far, it has been pure bliss.
I pull his body down flush with mine and savor the glorious friction as I move my hips, chasing my paradise. A soft moan bubbles up my throat, but before it can escape, I choke it back down. I would love to be able to scream his name while I ride him hard.
Another wave of pleasure surges through me as the image fills my head.
Our tongues fight for dominance while I pull him down harder against me.
My heart skips a beat when something hard rubs up against my crotch. What the heck? My mind short circuits as the realization washes over me. He is hard. Does this mean I’m turning him on, too? Does he want to continue this later, somewhere more private?
My back slightly arches as Trevor’s large hand wraps around my shoulder. Every fiber in me fights back the urge to scream his name and demand for more. But my bliss is cut short when he retracts his hand and grabs the sheets beside me instead.
No! Run those big hands all over my body! Knead and grope every inch of me! I won’t mind!
“CUT!”
The director’s voice slices right through my thoughts, just like dumping an ice-cold bucket of water on me.
Trevor jumps backward enough to take his weight off me as he turns his head and glances over his shoulder at the director.
I don’t want to look at the director right now. He just ruined my perfect moment.
My anger subsides a little when I realize we will have at least another take, which will be a close-up before it will be a wrap for the night. I almost want to mess it up, so we will have more attempts. I don’t want this scene to end.
From the side of the set, the director calls out, “That was great. You guys nailed it.”
I wish Trevor would nail me.
The director takes a few steps towards the bed and leans towards us. “We will do the close-up now. If everything goes well, we should be able to call it a night after this first take. I’m sure you two will do it in one take.”
Do it. That is exactly what I want to do with Trevor.
Wait. No. I have to keep myself professional. Stop thinking about all the dirty things I would love to do to my sexy co-star if we are alone somewhere.
His deep voice pulls my attention back to him and his plump lips. “I’m sure we will get it done in one take. We know what we are doing and what you expect.”
My lower lip slides forward, but before I pout, I stop myself. What am I thinking? Do I want the behind the scene pictures of me pouting while lying under Trevor’s broad chest? I would love it, but I don’t want those kinds of pictures floating around out there.
Our fans would probably love them, though.
A faint smile dances along my lips as his warmth soaks through the comforter and into my body. Images of a few moments ago with him pressed down on me pop into my mind. His touches linger on my sensitive skin.
The director snaps, “Tiffany! Are you ready for the close-up?”
I jerk slightly and quickly turn my attention towards him and nod. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
He raises an eyebrow and stares back at me for a moment.
Did I do something wrong?
The director tilts his head, and, after another pause, he finally nods. “Okay. Everyone get into place. Trevor, I want you to resume where you were just a moment ago. You are straddling Tiffany and kissing her.”
Trevor nods and shifts slightly on top of me. “Okay.”
His movement and his weight pressing down on me remind me and my sensitive body exactly where we were just moments ago. I bite the inside of my lower lip while my hands itch to grab the side of his pajama bottoms again.
This will be my last time with him. I need to make the most of it.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
Stay professional. Don’t get carried away. Don’t get carried away.
Those thoughts repeat over in my mind. I don’t know whether I’m trying to talk myself out of doing anything crazy or talk myself up for the final takes of the day.
“ACTION!”
Gulp.
Trevor lays back down on top of me while he captures my lips again, taking me by surprise with the hunger in his kiss, which wasn’t there before. It is almost like he wants to take as much as he can and savor it, but this doesn’t have to be our last time.
My hands grab the side of his pajama bottoms, and, with more force than last time, I pull him down flush against me. The delicious friction which was driving me crazy before is back and this time, he doesn’t seem to resist it as much.
My core twitches and wetness pools in between my legs in my folds and my panties. If only we were alone, I would let it be free.
I can’t hold back the faint moan as it escapes my mouth. His large hands grab my shoulders while his hips move in a delicious movement, pressing his large bulge against me. He doesn’t even try to keep us apart this time.
If only it were true that he really wants this, I would be in heaven right now.
The muscles in my stomach coil in delight as my paradise comes into view. I don’t hold back and devour his moist lips while my back arches, looking for the sweet pressure of his body to push me over the edge.
“CUT!!!”
WHAT! NO!!
Trevor pulls back a little, but I won’t let him break the kiss. I chase after his lips and keep them locked with mine, while my hands tighten around the sides of his pajama bottoms and pull him harder against me.
I finally have my wet dream coming true. I’m not going to give it up that easily.
“CUT!!!”
Trevor jerks backwards. A mix of surprise and confusion swim around in his eyes as our gazes lock.
My heart twists. Why would he be confused?
“That is a wrap! It was perfect again!”
Before I can open my mouth to say anything, Trevor bolts from the bed and runs off. His delicious taste and warmth still linger on my lips.
I stare at the door across the room as he disappears through it. I come crashing down from my high as my mind fills with questions. One bubbles up to the top. Is he regretting doing the scene with me?
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
Trevor POVMy heart pounds not only in my chest but in my ears and my head, giving me an instant headache. My body goes stiff and my blood runs cold as Tiffany’s usually warm eyes freeze me on the spot. If I could, I would push the woman off me and scream to Tiffany that it is a misunderstanding. It isn’t what she thinks it is. My body moves towards her as she turns and bolts out of the studio. Every cell in my body screams at me to follow her, but the director’s harsh voice stops me in my tracks. “Trevor. I expect you to show miss Rhonda around. The owner told me she specifically asked for you.”Mentally, I scream, “NO! STOP TOUCHING ME YOU WITCH!” Even though the words are on the tip of my tongue, I choke them down and nod as I turn and look at him. His stern look gives me the unspoken warning I knew was waiting for me to get since he told me about her visit this morning. Our initial conversation had been interrupted and he couldn’t finish our talk, but I’ve been in this