Protecting Sasha

by Natasha L. Black

  My dick was as hard as a brick. I should've screwed that brunette the other night. Now I had all kinds of unused energy in me, and Sasha was going to drive me mad.

  Our waiter came to the table, and we ordered. The conversation was flowing so easily with Sasha. She seemed to have opened up, or maybe it was the wine I’d ordered us. In any case, I found out that she hadn’t been bullshitting when she talked about her business.

  "I make clothes,” she said.

  “Really? What kinds of clothes?” I asked her, genuinely interested.

  “All kinds really. I love to make dresses the most, but I do a little bit of everything. I try to use only natural fibers and materials if I can, though it’s much more expensive that way.”

  I nodded in appreciation of her drive.

  "What about you?" she asked, clearly uncomfortable talking about herself. "You work with Adrian, right?"

  "Oh, is that how he puts it?" I asked, amused. "Actually, it was my idea to open the gym, but Adrian has helped me out all the way. So, I guess it is more of a dual project. Although, I am the main investor."

  Sasha chuckled. "That sounds like my brother. When I wrote his history essay for this one contest, and he won, there was no mention of me in his speech."

  We both laughed, although I protested, "But that's a seriously shitty thing to do."

  Sasha shrugged. "Afterward, he gave me half the prize money, so I let it go. I think he just wanted something to glorify himself for a bit."

  Under the table, Sasha’s foot brushed mine and stayed there.

  "So about tonight," I said carefully. "It doesn’t have to be weird."

  Sasha nodded and lifted her glass of wine, "Here's to that."

  We clinked glasses.

  Before we realized, it was time for dessert, although I had no appetite for it. I knew putting off going back to the room would just make it harder. The image kept flickering in my head like some filmstrip I couldn't escape - her, between my legs, going down on me as perfectly as she had been about to in my dream.

  As soon as I stood up, I realized I was drunker than I'd realized. Sasha seemed a bit unstable on her heels as well, but I steadied her with my arm.

  I paid the bill, and then we set out in another taxi.

  We were side-by-side in the back of the taxi, our legs and arms touching, our hands on the seat beside one another.

  We exchanged a look, nodded, but didn't move.

  Back at the hotel a few minutes later, they’d cleared up the room issue, and we were given the key to the penthouse. Inside the elevator, I reminded myself that it was all up to her whether anything happened or not.

  But then I found myself saying, "You know, on the plane ride to meet you; I had this really weird dream."

  Sasha looked at me head on. "About me?"

  "Yeah."

  "Tell me."

  "I don't know if I should."

  "You don't have to be a gentleman," she said.

  I could see her whole body tensed, intent on what I was about to tell her. I leaned in, and let my lips brush her earlobe as I told her just what she’d been doing at the end of my dream.

  Sasha swallowed and pressed her lips together. Oh yeah was she turned on.

  The elevators doors opened, and we got out. Without another thought, I turned and pushed her back up against the closed doors, my lips claiming hers in a swift rush of heat.

  17

  Sasha

  Holy fuck. The feel of his lips was like nothing like I expected.

  Not soft or warm, but charged and claiming. His lips pressed to mine and took what they wanted, and mine moved with them in perfect tandem.

  His hands cupped my face and held it in place, but then I broke free for air.

  "Dammit Sasha,” he growled, pulling himself away too. “Those fucking legs, and that fucking dress. I can’t help myself.”

  He took a step back in so that we were standing chest to chest. His eyes were roving all over me, pleading with me. But if he wanted me to be the one to put a stop to it, then he had another thing coming. I had as little control as he did over what was happening. He closed his eyes.

  "The dress," I said softly. "Do you want me to take it off? Would that make it easier for you?"

  Holy hell. Had I just said that?

  When Pierce's eyes snapped back open, his jaw was slack. There was no question what his answer was.

  Taking a step back, my two fingers closed on the zipper and pulled. Slowly, each bandage of my dress released as I pulled the zipper down.

  Pierce's gaze was enrapt, voracious.

  Lower and lower the zipper went, until the front of the dress buckled down, and then the middle, and then the whole thing fell my feet, and I stood there, in my bra and panties, staring back at him. Without a word, I was daring him to say no.

  "Come here," he murmured.

  As soon as I reached him, he stood there, his whole body shaking, a silent battle of wills. And when his lips dove for mine, I knew who had won.

  His hands flooded over me, eager to feel every part of me. He squeezed and caressed and kneaded.

  Then, with the heel of his palm, he backed me into the wall.

  Looking down on me, a lazy smile played over his features.

  He took a step back, breathing deeply. I unlatched the clasp of my bra. He watched it fall, his gaze feasting on my breasts. He got on his knees. The first lap of sensation under my breast crackled me to life. My pussy went from tingling to burning, and he was only getting started. His tongue traced up to the underside of my breast with feather-light laps. Higher and higher, until at the nipple, he stopped.

  I groaned. "Please."

  His whole mouth suctioned over my nipple. Sensation exploded through me. Mouth and tongue were a twisted tandem of licking and sucking. I sank to my knees on the wood floor. Damn, did Pierce know what he was doing. His other hand was massaging and stroking and fondling me skillfully.

  I whimpered. Easily, Pierce switched his mouth to my other breast and began lapping and sucking and lapping some more. God, what I hadn't realized mouths could do!

  All I knew was the feeling of those lips. Everything else bled away. Everything but the knowledge that I wanted to show him what I could do to him.

  And so, when Pierce moved away, even as my pussy ached for him, I crawled on top of him. He inhaled deeply as I buried my face in his neck, suckling it, inhaling his sharp and manly musk that gave me tingles all the way to my toes.

  I kissed further down until I was on his chest and moving toward what I knew would be hard and ready for me when I got there.

  Though I couldn't wait, my hand grasped at his pants, felt the long hard pole, and squeezed. I could almost taste it already. My lips took their time teasing a kissing trail down his chest as my hand stroked him through the fabric.

  Then I was at the waistband of his boxers, sticking a teasing finger down with my other hand.

  I snuck a gaze up. Pierce's mouth was slack, his sharp jaw agape. His every nerve was focused on what I was doing at this very moment.

  I slid my hand down further, feeling the scratchy hair and then further, feeling the hard swell. I grasped, he groaned. I latched my other hand around his pants and pulled them off. Then I was face-to-face with it -- his rock-hard glory.

  What a glory it was. Big and thick, and twitching at my gaze. I grasped it with one hand and kissed all around the base with my adoring lips.

  As I kissed my way around his balls, suckling one and then the other, lapping at them with my tongue, I paused with one last taunting look at Pierce, poised over his cock.

  "Was your dream like this?” I asked as I took him deep in my throat.

  "Yes," he growled as my tongue ran up and down his heavy shaft. "Fuck yes, but you feel so much better than any dream.”

  I didn't need any more encouragement. I flattened my tongue and ran it up and down every part of his dick, lapping over the head like a lollipop. I took him so deep that I nearly gagged, and I knew
he would love it. Pierce groaned, his hand tightening on my head. I moved my hand to help myself as I continued to suck up and down and around the smooth contours of his member.

  The way he was twitching told me he was close. Damn close.

  "Stop," he said suddenly, intending to treat me, I was sure.

  Even though I was crazily turned on by it all, I didn't let him. I kept my head where it was, and instead of stopping, instead of slowing down, I sped right up. I suctioned my mouth over him and sucked him for all I was worth.

  Every direction, my tongue twisting, and lapping and flickering along, everything in perfect tandem. He was groaning now, and finally, his dick twitched and spurted deep into my throat.

  After, we slumped on the floor, me in his arms.

  It was a long while before Pierce spoke. "Fuck, that was…"

  "Amazing," I finished.

  We had even more sexual chemistry than I would've thought.

  As I rolled over to catch his eye, there was no doubt what his look said. He wasn't sated at all. No, Pierce wanted more.

  18

  Pierce

  Yeah, just get her out of your system. Genius idea, Pierce.

  I tore my eyes off her full perfect tits.

  Fuck did I want to be inside her right then.

  That blowjob she had just given me, there weren’t words to describe it. It had been the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. And I was not inexperienced. I was also not done with her. Not by a long shot.

  I picked her up and carried her to the bed as she continued to pepper my face and neck with kisses. I laid her down and climbed in next to her. Bracing myself over her, I leaned down and took her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

  And it felt like coming home. She tasted like berries and want, and our tongues twined together with mine foreshadowing what was to come.

  I needed to be inside her. Now.

  First, I buried my face between her breasts, inhaling her musk, kissing my way down, but she pushed my head away. Our gazes caught, and I understood what she needed.

  I gripped her around the waist and climbed over her. I took my cock in hand and rubbed it through her dripping pussy lips, spreading her slick heat over her clit and teasing as she lifted her hips involuntarily. She was as hungry for it as I was and that made it even hotter.

  I got a good look at her spread legs, arched back, her whole face slack, completely aroused. And then I plunged myself inside her.

  Immediately pleasure thrummed through me. Fuck was she tight; a perfect fit.

  I came out a little and then went back in, deeper that time. Both of us groaned as I sunk on top of her. Our whole bodies clasped at each other, needing more and having to drive in and out. Deeper, and harder. It felt so fucking good.

  I needed to stay inside her; to hold her and fuck her and make her mine.

  Our bodies moved together in half-conscious oblivion. I almost couldn't take how good it felt. I grit my teeth against the oncoming orgasm. No, I wasn’t going to let myself go until she came undone around me.

  Everything felt so fucking good. The in, and the out. Her breasts in my face. My hand grabbing them, feeling them. Our lips a weak imitation of the dance that was going on below. She was so wet, dripping and shaking.

  And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take pleasure this fucking good, she cried out and collapsed back onto the bed, her whole body convulsing around me. She came hard, and I emptied myself into her.

  After, I don't know how long we lay there, or how many times we did it throughout the night, over and over and over again. I would and fall asleep, or she would, and then we’d wake up and fuse once more.

  All I knew was that when the phone rang it was already morning and Sasha was curled up peacefully next to me. I didn’t want it to end.

  19

  Sasha

  Pierce's eyes bulged as he answered the phone.

  "Oh, hi Adrian," he said loudly.

  I held back a groan. Pierce was curled up behind me, his dick already impossibly hard against my ass. It felt so good, and my freaking brother had decided to call?

  "No," Pierce was saying in a put-on, all is well, tone. "We're great. Just great. In fact, we're about to get breakfast."

  He scowled. "No, she's in the bathroom. I don't think she wants to…"

  I could hear Adrian’s voice. "Come on! Put her on!"

  Pierce and I exchanged looks. Sliding a bit over the bed, he moved so that it sounded like he was getting up and going into another room.

  "Sasha," he said loudly. "Your brother’s on the phone."

  "What is it?" I grumbled, taking the phone after a moment to make it believable.

  "As darling as ever in the morning," Adrian proclaimed. "Hey, can I see your room? I thought I’d make sure the penthouse is as good as it looked online."

  "No!" I cried. "I mean, I'm just getting out of the shower."

  I could hear Adrian's frown over the line. "Just getting out of the shower? You’re wearing a robe or something right?"

  "Yes Dad," I said. "Anyway, gotta go."

  "Okay. But we're meeting at Essex for brunch and talking about a plan, okay?"

  "Okay," I said.

  I hung up, then caught Pierce's eye.

  We didn't need to say how close that it been. We flopped back on the bed and looked at one another.

  "We should probably go," I said, not moving.

  "We should probably," Pierce agreed. He didn't move either.

  Instead, he rolled onto me and thrust deep inside me on a groan.

  "One more time can't hurt," I gasped.

  20

  Sasha

  By the time we started for the brunch place Adrian had picked, we were already five minutes late. It seemed like everything around us was etched in a happy glow. Last night seemed like some kind of fairytale. Had it been that good?

  "Listen," Pierce said. "About last night…"

  I glanced at him. Was that worry I was reading on his face? Not that I could blame him.

  "You know that we have to go through with this, right? The fake marriage. That nothing can-"

  "Nothing real can happen, got it," I interrupted in a cold voice.

  I turned to look out the window. That was the situation we were in. So why had Pierce had to say something about it? Unless he worried that I was such a lovestruck idiot that I would ruin everything just because of our great night?

  And yet, the way he had held onto me this morning, almost felt like he was the one who needed reminding.

  I pulled my hair into a high ponytail — no point in thinking about it now. Clearly, Pierce had shown himself to be just what Adrian had warned me about. A heartless player.

  At Essex a few minutes later, Adrian had gotten a corner booth and already had a platter of food on the table.

  "If you want anything else, just tell me," he said. "They just delivered this too, so it's fresh."

  We sat down, while Adrian eyed us carefully. "Looks like you two haven't slept at all."

  "What can I say, big day today," Pierce said dryly.

  Adrian laughed and put a hand to his heart. "My two most favorite people in the world, finding true love. Who would've thought?"

  I grabbed a muffin and tore off a bite, flashing him a look of death.

  "Seriously though," Adrian said. "I'm sorry it had to come to this, guys, but really, thank you, Pierce."

  "Don't mention it," Pierce said, avoiding his gaze.

  I focused on chewing. Although I couldn’t help but wonder if Pierce felt guilty about what he’d done, screwing his best friend’s sister. Was he regretting it already?

  There was no point in getting upset about it, I reminded myself. We had an amazing night of passion, that was all. Had I really expected anything more, despite how Pierce had held me afterward?

  Seeing the boys joke easily over the meal just made me feel worse. Finally, I rose.

  "Leaving so soon?" Adrian asked.

  I nod
ded. "Didn't sleep well, but maybe I'll take a nap now."

  "Okay, but remember," Adrian said, waggling a finger.

  "I'm getting married at seven PM sharp," I intoned. "Got it."

  "See you soon," Adrian called after me.

  21

  Pierce

  Adrian talked about God knows what for the rest of the meal, while I stuffed my face. It felt like there was a bottomless pit in my stomach.

  Maybe it was because of what I’d said to Sasha and how she’d reacted. The hurt had been obvious, but what hadn't been was my own reaction. Even saying the words to her, I felt like I was lying.

  The thing was, I didn't want to just be fake with Sasha. I wanted to see her again, be with her again. But it didn't matter. I was doing this for Adrian – and her. Sasha might hate me now, but one day she'd see it was for the best. I wasn’t a relationship kind of guy anyway. I straight up sucked at it.

  Later that day, stuffed full of food and a weird foreboding, I went climbing. I felt like an oversized gorilla, but I clambered up a few holds before I realized that my you-ate-too-much cramps were not gonna let me go anywhere.

  Back in the locker room, I found it was only three PM. Four hours to go.

  At home wasn’t much better, parked in front of some movie I'd chosen at random, the time passing like I was in purgatory.

  Finally, it was six PM and, just as Adrian was calling me, I set off for City Hall.

  "You heading out?" he asked.

  "Just got in my car," I said.

  "Great," he said. "Sasha said she’d get here herself, but she's always terrible for that. See you at seven."

  It was a quarter to when we both arrived there and waited on the steps for Sasha. Adrian had already begun pacing anxiously.

  "She knows that today's an important day, why leave us hanging?" he turned to level his bushy brows at me imploringly. "You don't think they could've gotten to her, do you?"

  I didn't know what to say. I had no clue what was up. Sasha hadn’t been in good spirits today, to begin with, but then again, running from your entire life from the Russian mob wouldn’t make anyone very cheery I supposed.