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 the room and around the bed. As I slide in under the covers, his musky scent fills my nose, and I quickly bite back a moan struggling to escape.
Stay calm. Don’t react. You can’t show him you have fallen for him. He is just a friend and your co-star. Nothing else.
My heart twists, but I ignore it.
The fear of the director screaming to stop the scene washes over me, and I quickly snap back into character. With each passing second, his musky scent swirls around me, and my heartbeat quickens.
I turn and look into his dark brown eyes, hoping to get a loving look back, but I get nothing. Something is off, though. I don’t know if it is him being in character or something else. There is an internal battle of some sort in his gaze, but why?
The moment has finally come, and our first kiss of the bed scene is here. Once again, I choke down my excitement as my stomach flutters. I force myself to hide my anticipation.
My character isn’t supposed to have that kind of look. It is supposed to be more of a hesitation and a bit of reluctancy. He doesn’t like me. The thought of falling for a friend like me surely scares him.
I know that feeling all too well.
I have fought it as much as I can, but after so many years of being paired together during event and having to work as a couple, I couldn’t fight it any longer. I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I fell for him, hard.
His eyes darken a little as he leans in towards me. I can’t control myself as I eagerly lean towards him. The moment his luscious lips touch mine, the script and everything else flies out the window. I melt into the moment as a heat ignites within me. I want him.
Even though I don’t want to, I pull back a bit and look into his eyes. His previous blank stare is gone and something else is there now, but I can’t put my finger on it. With all my might, I mask my own desire for him, but my willpower disappears as soon as we lean in again and his moist lips capture mine.
Mentally, I lose the character and morph into myself. A woman who is finally getting to kiss the man I love.
My eyes close, and I savor his scent and how our lips move in sync with each other. I want to let myself loose, but something within me pulls me back. Instead of moaning into his mouth, I mentally moan. “Ahhh….”
As I melt into his body, his rough hand glides along my delicate arm, sending a warm shiver through my body as lust consumes me.
I eagerly allow him to devour my plump lips, all the while not wanting him to stop.
My core throbs as goosebumps explode across my entire body.
Just as we deepen our kiss, the last thing I wanted to hear rings out. “CUT!!!”
To my excitement, Trevor doesn’t stop and continues to ravage my lips. I don’t stop him either. But the director’s stern voice cuts right through my happiness. “CUT!! I HAVE SAID CUT SEVERAL TIMES!!”
His harsh tone almost propels me backward and puts up an invisible wall between Trevor and me. I want to scream back for him to leave us alone, but I can’t. The words get caught in my throat.
The drama and our roles flash through my mind. This is all for the drama and it doesn’t mean anything.
Like a balloon deflating, the realization of where I’m at hammers home and I slowly pull away from Trevor. My body yearns for him.
I almost protest when he withdraws his hand from my arm. Luckily, his warmth stays on me, reminding me of how it felt and what I’m missing.
I blink a couple of times while I catch my breath and calm my racing heart. Unfortunately, I can’t calm another raging part of me. My mind scrambles to try and figure out a way for Trevor not to notice when he straddles me.
Gulp. Shit. That is next.
I roll backwards onto my back as I stare up at the white ceiling, making sure the sheet covers my chest.
The director walks up along Trevor’s side of the bed and looks across at me. “That was perfect. We don’t need to do it again.” He turns towards to my co-star. “Trevor, you need to wrap the comforter around you and get ready for the next part.”
Please don’t say straddle. I don’t think I can handle it right now.
The director glances over at me with a faint glint in his eyes. “We will have to film several versions of the next scene. So don’t dive into each other too much. As a reminder, we will be editing out any noise you may make.” He pauses for a moment. “You can get fully into character.”
I furrow my eyebrows at his last statement and his amused tone, but then reality hits me. He is giving us approval to fully go into character.
A part of me wants to jump for joy, but another part is curious why he would even say something like that. It goes against our professional standards to go too deep into character and lose ourselves in a scene. Is there something else behind his comment?
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.
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