Title: Behind the Scenes – part 1
Vicky and I(Karthik) had been co-stars for years. The kind of professional partnership directors dream of—natural chemistry on-screen, easy camaraderie off-screen. He was the dependable one, always hitting his mark, always ready to lend an ear when I needed to vent about a bad take or an overzealous fan. We’d spent countless hours together on set, in makeup trailers, and at after-parties, but it had always stayed friendly. Until recently.
It started during our latest project, a romantic drama where we played lovers. The script had us exchanging longing glances and passionate confessions, but it was the way Vicky looked at me after the cameras stopped rolling that made me question if we were still acting. There was a heat in his gaze, a teasing smile that lingered just a bit too long. I told myself it was nothing. Just him getting into character. Right?
But then there were the text messages.
Vicky: “You were on fire today. That scene on the balcony? Nailed it. Even the director looked stunned.”
I smiled at my phone. He always had a way of making me feel seen, even after years of working together.
Karthik: “You sure it wasn’t just your acting? I’m pretty sure my brilliance was just reacting to you.”
Vicky: “So, you admit it? You’re nothing without me.”
I laughed, shaking my head at his typical arrogance. But there was something different about the way he joked now. Something… sharper. More daring. I decided to push back.
Karthik(ME): “Careful. I might start thinking you’re flirting with me.”
Vicky: “What if I am?”
I stared at the screen, my pulse quickening. Was he serious? I decided to test him.
Me: “Then I’d say you need to step up your game. You call that flirting?”
Karthik: “Why don’t you show me how it’s done?”
The dynamic on set began to shift after that. During breaks, he’d sit a little closer than usual, his arm brushing against mine as we shared a script. In between takes, he’d find excuses to whisper something in my ear, his breath warm on my neck.
One evening, as we wrapped up a late-night shoot, Raj lingered in my trailer.
“You’ve been a distraction all day,” he said, leaning against the counter with that infuriatingly confident smirk. “How am I supposed to focus when you’re walking around in that costume?”
I rolled my eyes, even as my stomach flipped. “Pretty sure you’re supposed to be in love with my character, not me.”
“Maybe I can’t tell the difference anymore,” he said, his voice softer, the teasing edge replaced with something more serious.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, my phone buzzed.
Karthik: “You looked incredible tonight. Just thought you should know.”
I stared at the message, debating whether to reply. But the memory of his voice, the way he’d looked at me on set, wouldn’t leave my mind. I typed back.
Me: “Careful. You keep talking like that, and I might think you’re serious.”
His reply came almost instantly.
Karthik: “Maybe I am.”
The flirtation didn’t stop there. The texts grew bolder, each one pushing the boundary just a little further. One night, after an especially steamy scene, I decided to take the plunge.
Me: “If this was real—if we were real—what would you do next?”
His reply made my breath hitch.
Karthik: “I’d be at your door. Right now.”
An hour later, he was standing in front of me, the line between acting and reality long forgotten.
“You said you’d teach me how to flirt,” he said, stepping inside, his smile both nervous and confident. “I think it’s time for my lesson.”
The moment Vicky stepped inside, the air shifted. The tension that had been building for weeks finally broke loose. His eyes locked onto mine, his chest rising and falling as if he’d run here. He didn’t waste any time. His hands were on me before I could even say a word, pulling me into him, our lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
His lips were warm, insistent, and tasted faintly of the coffee we’d had on set. My hands found their way to his hair, tugging him closer as our bodies pressed together. He backed me toward the bed, our kisses growing messier, deeper, more desperate.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire as he pulled back just enough to look at me. His hands trailed down my chest, slipping under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“You’re not the only one,” I admitted, my voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement.
His lips found my neck, kissing and biting as his hands worked to strip me of my clothes. I wasn’t far behind, tugging his shirt off to reveal the toned, sweat-slicked body I’d admired far too many times on set. My fingers trailed down his chest, lingering over the firm lines of his abs before I leaned in, pressing my lips to his skin.
We tumbled onto the bed, our legs tangled, our breaths heavy. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and the rustle of sheets as we explored each other, years of pent-up desire spilling over. His hands roamed my body, his touch firm and demanding, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of me.
He kissed his way down my chest, pausing to nip at my nipples before continuing his descent. When his mouth found my stomach, he looked up at me, his dark eyes burning with hunger. “I want to taste you,” he murmured, his voice low and thick.
I could only nod, my breath catching as his lips wrapped around me. His tongue worked with a skill that left me gasping, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady. The wet heat of his mouth, the way he moaned softly as he took me deeper, sent shivers through my entire body.
But I wasn’t content to just let him have all the fun. I pulled him up, flipping him onto his back, and returned the favor. I kissed my way down his chest, my tongue tracing the sweat that glistened on his skin. His moans grew louder as I explored him, savoring the salty taste of his armpits and the way his body shuddered under my touch.
When I reached his cock, already hard and dripping with need, I took my time, teasing him with my tongue until he was begging for more. His hands tangled in my hair as I sucked him, his hips bucking uncontrollably.
The next moments blurred together in a haze of heat and pleasure. He turned me over, his lips finding my ass as he spread me open, his tongue exploring me in ways that made me see stars. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he devoured me, his moans vibrating against my skin.
When he finally slid inside me, the fullness took my breath away. He moved slowly at first, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered how good I felt, how long he’d waited for this. But it didn’t take long for the pace to quicken, our bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. The sound of skin against skin, our moans, and the creak of the bed filled the room as we lost ourselves in each other.
He rided me like a machine, I was in pain but the pleasure of getting drilled by him took the pain away. I have been waiting for the man to fuck me like this. He fucked me in the doggy style then turned me around now i’m lying on my back, spreading my legs wide open. His dick is so hung, and i am waiting for him to fuck my throat and cum in my mouth, so then i can share it with him. Vicky continued destroying my ass with his hung dick. He turned me over making me lie on my stomach, he then came front and grabbed my hair and made me look at him. We are both looking into each other’s lusty eyes. He then bent over and said open your fucking mouth bitch. I opened it wide, stretching my tongue out. He then spit in my mouth then immediately forced his dick into my mouth, pulled it out and again grabbed my hair and made me him look at him, this time he didn’t ask me to open my mouth, i opened with pleasure and he again spat in my mouth and again he pushed his dick to my face. Repeated it more than 10 times and continued to fuck my throat, making me choke on it. Fucked my throat in various positions that even i didn’t they have existed. Almost after 15 mins he spilled his cum in my mouth, which covered my face and also my throat.
By the time we collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat, our bodies spent, the room felt like it was on fire. He pulled me close, his lips brushing against my forehead as we lay there, our breaths slowly evening out.
“Worth the wait,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of satisfaction.
“More than worth it,” I replied, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I traced patterns on his chest.
As we drifted off to sleep, tangled in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but think that we’d crossed a line we could never go back from—and I was perfectly okay with that.
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