Our (Famous) Love

THIS IS(N'T) ACTING

Five fucking years I've been on this show. Ten years I've been acting. And this...this has been the most embarrassing, painful and delightful day of my professional life.

Shivaay couldn't decide what he'd rather do first once this torture finally ended; kill Lalit for interrupting when he was about to ask Annika out and maybe kiss her or just go wank off in his trailer ASAP.

"Yes! Oh, yes, Devesh!" Aishani cried out with her head thrown back.

Annika, the little minx, arched her back giving him an eyeful of her perfect breasts that were semi-covered but not nearly covered enough for him to focus on anything else. His mouth was dry as a desert at present. He licked his lips and told himself to stop speculating about the exact shade of her nipples.

"Seven hells," he mumbled as she bounced up and down, straddling his crotch with the covers arranged just so to disguise what they were doing...or not doing.

Devesh was supposed to shout that line but creative license and all. Devesh Maurya could be a mumbler at times. Besides...Shivaay couldn't really think straight at this point.

Two hours earlier, Annika had been crying her pretty little eyes out and Shivaay's heart had bled for her. She was so sweet and new to this. She deserved all the care in the world. He wanted to protect her and shield her from anything that she found displeasing in this business, much like Devesh with Aishani.

He'd given her a pep talk of sorts but mostly he just wanted her to understand that he cared about her and no one would be forcing her to do anything she didn't want to do for the sake of a television show.

But somewhere along the way with that pep talk, Annika had found her confidence. And now she was giving them all the performance of a lifetime as she gasped and sighed and rode his cock.

Well, she wasn't really 'riding' him but it would appear that way to the audience. Occasionally, he'd feel the brush of her g-string against his flesh and that heat between her legs that reminded him exactly what part of her body was in close physical contact with his own.

God save me.

He was in danger of embarrassing himself to the nth degree on set and with Annika as the world's most awkward boner was trying to assert itself.

No, no, no! I forbid it. Think of something else!

Um...Pennywise.

Too scary!

Pandey naked.

Eww...but naked makes me thing of Annika.

Oh, I know! Your ninth birthday when your dog got hit by a car.

Ah, fuck...now, I want to cry.

"Mmmm...oh, Devesh!" she moaned with the most sinful pout as her hands went up to her breasts.

Why's she touching her breasts?! No one's going to see her tits! Is this method acting? Or just a new way to torture me? Devesh would want to touch Aishani's breasts while they're making love. He'd really need to suck on them, too. Why couldn't I touch her breasts?

Because it's not in the script, you perv, and, if you touch her breasts, you'll likely get a well-deserved slap across the face and ruin your chances with Annika forever.

"Devesh," she whimpered next, her brown eyes wide and innocent and tempting beyond belief. "I've...oh, gods...never experienced this before...I'm...unnn...it's...this is not what ladies do," she finished demurely.

I want to kiss you so badly right now.

But first, there was something he needed to do.

Say your fucking line, idiot, so you can end this torment.