I wake up with a tent between my sheets and the goofiest smile on my face and I let out a sigh like I'm the luckiest son of a bitch alive that is; until I fully come to and realize it was all just a dream.

I pushed my thumb and fore finger into my eyes and groaned in pure frustration. Since when did I start having wet dreams and graphic ones at that? I need to get laid. No, I need Alisha Veeno.

She'd appeared last night, a temptress in red wearing nothing but a lacy, demi-cupped teddy. Her curls were a magnificent mess, heading in all directions, wild- just like the look in her big, brown eyes and as she moved on all fours towards me on my bed; I couldn't help but feel the sensual heat vibrate off of her, those opulent, magnificently plush and puckered tits bounced with each crawl that she makes nearing me. She straddles me on my lap, slipping her hands under the sheet and grabs hold of my length. Yes, I sleep commando – is there really any other way? I let out a hiss at the pure satisfaction of having her hold me. That hand, belonged on my dick.

Looking deep into my eyes she let out a soft purr as she began to slowly stroke me. Each stroke is sheer torture, she's teasing me and leaving me a wanting mess. Using her thumb she makes slow, painful circles on the head of my dick. I'm no longer a man, I'm a volcano, a mountain of lava that's bubbling at its throat. I'm hot, I'm sweating, I'm panting –more, I need more – fuck, I clamp a hand on her wrist and yank her off my dick. A little gasp escapes that perfect mouth. Her eyes are unfocused, glazed with want.

I pull her close, my hands run down her smooth tan arms until I have a firm hold on her soft, curvy hips, I tug her closer until her wet, slick lips flutter on the tip of my crown and in a matter of seconds she begins her descend, sinking, her mouth agape as she takes me all the way in and oh, holy mother of all things sweet and innocent in this world, her pussy is exquisite.

She's wet and hot and as her heat envelopes my length I can't help myself – I groan, it's an unguarded sound filled with pure lust, I pick her up and bring her back down taking what's mine. 'Mine', it's all I chant as she begins to take over, her rhythm is frantic, her pussy snug, my fingers dig deep into her hips, I want more. Her finger nails scratch ay my chest as she tries to keep her balance and match each deep thrust.

I reach for the back her neck and pull her face on to mine, crashing into those sweet, plump lips. My tongue shoves out, demanding entrance and soon I force her open, she purrs and moans as our tongues begin to dance, she grips my lower lip between her teeth and now it's my turn to moan, using my free hand I grab her perfect pear shaped ass and lift, opening her wider and entering her deeper, she groans.

Her chest rises and falls as her breathing quickens. Our movements are frenzied and soon enough, it's just the sounds of our rushed breathing and the slap of our skin. We're chest to chest and I can feel those puckered caramel coloured nipples rub against my pecs. Her moans grow fervent and a shudder breaks through her body.

Leaving my mouth she kisses her way across my stubble and to my ear, gripping it lightly between her teeth she tugs, I hum, my balls begin to tighten and my breathing become cavernous. This woman will be the death of me and can literally picture the headline, "Hollywood Star Dies from Heavenly Fucking" I drive into her harder causing a shudder to move though her delicate body as she moans my name.

"Close...I'm so close," she whispers and my head is spinning. She moves faster, riding me like I'm a fucking rodeo bull, her full and heavy breasts follow, bouncing up and down, I place both hands on her beautiful mounds and using my thumbs and forefingers begin to put pressure on her nipples, squeezing them just right- it drives her crazy, her hands are splayed on my chest, her head falls back as her eyes roll shut.

I watch as drops of sweat race down the middle of her breasts, stopping at the now soaked bow of her teddy nightgown, "Come for me, come for me baby...let go Alisha," I demand as my thrusts become more frantic. My fingers tracing the lace of her lingerie that clings to her as a second skin as I try to make it last just a few seconds longer, I'd stay inside her forever if I could.

Her orgasm rips through her and fuck me, it's the most animalistic sound I've ever heard, the most sensuous, fireworks on the Fourth of July kind of booming sound that ripples out from her tiny body. I can't help but follow right after her. I grip her hips and driving in a couple of more times before biting down on her shoulder with my release following after.

I rub a sweaty palm over my face before pulling the sheets off my erection. The shower is calling me and my dick is begging for my left hand. Fucking dream, that's all I get to have of Alisha Veeno.

***

"Today, you are going to make conversation, you're going to be smooth and charming but most of all, you are going to be a gentleman" (something tells me those are the kinds that rock her boat, know what I mean?) styling my hair – and by styling I mean running my fingers through my head to make it look more presentable and giving myself a pep talk at my full length trailer room mirror. No, I did not pick out this mirror, my assistant did but I did like it enough to keep it.

Casual, I'm wearing a grey Henley shirt, dark jeans and my favourite brown suede combat boots. You can do this, with a final nod and open the trailer door and am out on a dry July Friday morning.

Making my way over to Studio 1 where I'll be meeting POP's crew first thing this morning to do the Vlog before we shoot the latest scene for Capital Punisher. I bump into Sara and Liam. The two are goofing off making Boomerang videos for each other's Instagram stories, since the both of them received over one million followers overnight for their roles in the new franchise.

I walk over and photo bomb the two and the three of us end up laughing. Sara grabs hold of my arm and insists that I make a video with her. We make our way towards a couple of stools designated for the hair and makeup aisle and I park myself down, Sara climbs on top and we decide on her planting a kiss on my cheek, Sara's a beautiful woman. And back when we first met on the set of Wives, a slasher back in the '90s, we'd hook up every now and then. I knew her insisting on the kiss or her sitting on my lap were subtle hints of maybe rekindling something. But ever since laying eyes on Alisha, having her here on me felt wrong. I don't really know why but it did.

We settle in to our poses giggling at the ridiculousness of it all when the team from POP magazine walks in. My body becomes rigid and I tense. Have I stopped breathing? My eyes unknowingly go in search of her. Alisha walks in a few seconds after Tommy, her face is aglow with that natural smile I love so much and then she stops. Her body suddenly tenses up, I know this because I can see how her legs strain as she forces herself to stop in her tracks.

The crowd joins us and soon there are loud conversations filling in the awkwardness that floats between us. I use these few seconds to quickly drink in the sight before me. She's all dressed up today; is that because of me? Something constricts in my chest at the idea of her dressing up for me and it makes me feel warm and happy; albeit a little smug too.

She's in some sort of dress, it's short in the front and gives me a good look at those long naturally tan legs. Legs that go on for miles in those dull gold heels. Her neckline plunges, not too much but just right, allowing the ideal amount of cleavage through – cleavage I'd love to run my dick throug – Get yourself together Teller! She's left her hair loose and it looks glorious with all its brown tumbleweeds flowing free but what grabs my attention the most are her lips, those enticing mauve coloured lips.

She's decked out in an all-black outfit so that the colour magically sticks out; it's a purple coloured siren calling out to me. I look up and notice those ember coloured eyes watching me closely, there's a dent between her eyebrows, and her mouth drops on the left corner. Wait, what's going on? I watch her eyes dance from left to right and only then do I suddenly realize that I've still got Sara draped all over me.

Not good, not good at all- move! My body reacts instantly, moving so quickly that it jolts Sara, she raises an eyebrow and I apologise saying I need to stretch my legs, she hops off of my lap and I quickly rise.

I make my way over to Alisha and notice the frown gone. She doesn't look upset, her face looks relaxed, neutral even but she's not looking at me and is instead watching the crowd interacting with Liam and Sara. I do catch her lower lip moving ever so slightly under the top one.

"Hey", I say with a wave, her face turns towards me and something changes in her expression, it's so fast but I catch it. She smiles and nods

"Get here okay?" I ask gesturing with my chin towards Tommy who himself has stopped conversing and is observing us from where he stands, his head is cocked to a side and he's got his tattooed arms inside his pockets and a narrowed gaze towards where we are. Douche, I shouldn't be rude, I don't even know him but he's shown interest in what I'd like to consider mine and that just doesn't fly with me.

Again, she answers with a nod. Change this, I really want to hear her talk, I love that little accent she's got. Clearing my throat I look down at my boots, there's a little pebble, I kick it and chew on the inside of my cheek, a nasty habit I picked up back in high school when I was too scared to face a pretty girl, great I've gone back to prepubescent Jack.

"We're pretty early," wait, she's talking, quickly; I darted my eyes back to her with raised eyebrows and nod. "I think I should head over to our stage and just go over today's questions," she whispers and I figure she's speaking mostly to herself. Don't let go of her, you won't get another chance alone, moron. Just as she begins to move away from the procession and walk over to our marked set, I quickly mumble a "Let me join you" and start walking with her, vaguely aware of Tommy's glowering eyes tailing us.

She's quiet as she sits on her stool, marking something on the sheets of paper she has on her lap and it eats me up how I can't seem to form a coherent sentence that's good enough for conversation. Eventually though, the team walks in and soon we're back into 'work mode' her poker face is good.

However, I catch the quick changes of expression when she thinks no one is looking – like she wants to stare at me longer, her mouth opening as if to say something or trying not to react to whatever answer I give her.

I've also noticed the little birthmark, situated in-between her two collar bones, at the very hollow of her neck, its concealed behind makeup but I can spot it since I'm sitting directly opposite her and it's driving me crazy not being able to run my lips over it, thankfully the semi hard-on I'm sporting is cleverly hidden too, by the cushion I was given to place on my lap as a prop in an attempt to make it look a more 'casual' conversation.

An hour late, we're done but this time around I hang back and watch the crew close shop, I watch her laugh and be natural with everyone including Tommy Davis, guess they kissed and made up, I cringe inwardly, great that's an image I didn't need. The thought of those plush lips kissing anyone else but me makes me want to punch someone

I clench my jaw and watch her, closing in like a vulture on its prey. Tommy leans in and whispers something into her ear and they both turn their focus to where I am across the room. They've got secrets about me now? Alisha's topaz eyes look directly at me and she bites into her lower lip. We men come with an instant hard-on button where any tiny little action on a woman's part can cause a drastic reaction to our...lower anatomy. Her biting her lips equals a rod of iron in my pants.

Tommy says something else to her and her focus shifts towards him. He waves and eventually the crew and him all leave, it's just the two of us remaining inside the ice cold studio but I still don't make a move. I watch her square her shoulders and walk straight up to me.

"Hi."

I raise the corner of my lips in a smile, "Hi yourself"

She audibly exhales, "I was just wondering if the offer to give me a ride back home was still on the table?" She asks, her eyebrows are bunched together in worry.

My expression must have reflected hers because she goes on while focusing on the ground and a tiny pebble, "Tommy and the rest of the crew are hitting Strikes, and well...I don't have a way of going back to the city." She looks up to meet my gaze; she seems sincere, almost apologetic as if it pains her to actually ask me this and that damn frown, my arm must have a mind of its own because it suddenly moves, lifting up until it reaches the little dent between her eyebrows, soon the pad of my thumb gently rubs the worry etched on her face, a little gasp floats out of her lips, sweet Jesus, that sounded better than it did in my dream last night. Her eyes are wide, her mouth shuts close and I quickly dropped my arm.

"That offer will always be on the table," my voice comes out hoarse, clearing my throat I hold out my hand in a "lead the way" gesture and we start walking back towards the car park.