Chapter 7
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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 before a feeling of regrets slams into me. I didn’t want to leave the set, but I was going to lose control if I stayed close to her any longer. She is too alluring. Every fiber in my body wanted to take her right there on the bed. I didn’t care if there were others around watching us and filming.
I have lost count of the number of times I’ve had wet dreams about her. Her pale white skin does things to me no one else has ever done.
I lean backwards and rest my body against the door. My hand pats my chest while I take deep breaths to calm my racing heart.
It didn’t mean anything to Tiffany. It is just a job for her.
My heart wishes those statements were wrong, but I know they are true. She has made it clear through the years she is only doing the closeness for fan service and nothing more. She wants to keep it professional between us.
I close my eyes and rest my head against the door.
I wish I was living in some alternate universe where she was in love with me, and we would finish tonight by making love to each other. That would be the perfect end to today’s shoot. It would also allow me to resolve my throbbing problem.
With that thought, I open my eyes and look down at the huge tent in my pants. I need to take care of it.
I take a deep breath and push myself off the door. There is no reason to leave myself in pain any longer.
My feet shuffle along with the carpet as I head towards the bathroom. A nice warm shower should help to relieve the pain and wash away any trace of her, which may still be on me.
Without thinking, my finger glides along my swollen lips as the earlier bed scene dances around in my head. My cock twitches as Tiffany’s sweet floral scent fills my nose while her delicious taste fills my mouth. Her warmth lingers across my body wherever she has touched me.
I wish she was here.
Who am I kidding though? That would never happen in a million years. She has made it clear over and over again. She keeps everything between us professional and would never break her rules for me.
My heart twists as I shuffle my feet towards the bathroom.
I will always be alone with this. It is a one-sided love, and it will never change.
My feet suddenly grow heavier as I continue towards the bathroom. In the back of my mind, I wish someone with long slender fingers and smooth pale skin was here to help me. Unfortunately, I will only have my imagination to help me.
Once inside the bathroom, I strip naked and let my clothes drop to the floor wherever I’m standing. The scenes from earlier play on a constant repeat in my head. Her warmth still hovers on my body, especially my lips.
I step into the shower and turn on the water, not caring whether it is cold or warm. Goosebumps erupt across my body as the cold mist rains down on me, but it does nothing to cool the fire within me.
I want Tiffany.
What am I going to do? She has made it clear she only wants to be co-workers and nothing more, but each day is like torture. Her sparkling brown eyes pull me in, and her alluring smile has my body reacting before I get close to her. Don’t even get me started on what happens to me when she is close enough for her warmth to soak into me.
My stomach flutters just thinking about it.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, moving my head into the stream of water.
I need to give up on my foolish dreams and move on with my life. We are usually working on different dramas now and probably will never work on another drama again after this one.
A tear squeezes out of the corner of my eye, but the shower quickly washes it away, like it was never there.
I lower my head and rest my hand against the wet tile wall. I still have a problem to resolve. Even though I don’t want to look, the ache reminds me I can’t ignore it.
I slowly open my eyes and stare down at my shaft, standing at attention, waiting for some relief. Sadly, the relief it wants is not something I can provide.
I turn my gaze back to my hand dangling at my side. A faint laugh spills from me. At thirty, I never thought I would be forced to do this again.
Sigh.
I take a deep breath as the water cascades down my body.
There is no use waiting. Tiffany won’t be coming.
Reluctantly, I wrap my hand around my manhood, but it isn’t the warmth I’ve been longing for. I close my eyes and go back to the scene Tiffany and I had filmed earlier. Her plump lips meet mine, and her sweet taste fills my mouth.
Ahh…
My hand slides down my shaft as the image in my head morphs to Tiffany, completely naked, as I hover over the top of her on the bed.
Yes….
Desire fills her gaze as I press down on her. Her soft hands glide up my sides and then onto my back before they wrap around my shoulders and pull me down closer to her. Her sweet floral scent fills my nose as I dive down and capture her moist lips in a passionate kiss. I pour all my feelings into it while I devour her, hoping she will sense more than my arousal.
My hand slides down my cock, imagining it is her soft fingers instead.
Ahh….
My head rolls back, letting the water spray directly on my face, as my hand glides back up my shaft. Another wave of desire surges through me as I picture Tiffany’s hooded eyes almost begging me for more.
Tiffany….
My cock twitches as I speed up my strokes. More images of her flash through my head, each one more alluring than the one before, until her moist lips engulf my manhood. The image of her naked on her knees and taking me into her mouth is too much for me to handle, and I explode onto the shower floor.
I usually have good stamina, but when it comes to Tiffany, one playful look is enough to make me hard.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
I jolt upright with my hand still wrapped around my half limp cock and glance over my shoulder towards the bathroom door. Maybe I’m imagining it.
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
My eyes widen. I’m not imagining it.
I turn off the water and bolt out of the shower, grabbing a towel along the way. As I dash towards the front door, I loosely wrap the towel around my waist.
BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
I press my lips together and grunt, “Hold on! I’m coming!”
Who in the world could be here now? I haven’t told anyone I was home yet.
My feet stomp a little harder against the carpeted floor with each step I take. I was having a nice bath, and someone comes along and ruins it.
I grab the door handle, pouring all my frustrations into it.
BANG!! BANG!! BANG!!
I grind my teeth together as I whip open the door. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
The other slew of words which were on the tip of my tongue only moments ago suddenly disappears as I stare at the person holding onto the door frame, panting.
This can’t be.
I blink a few times.
