Chapter 6 - Completion

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?