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by Amanda Horton


  Lash kissed her hard and bit her lower lip. He slid his tongue inside her mouth.

  “This feel so good,” he whispered and complimented her. “Come for me, Ana,” he commanded, looking straight into her eyes.

  Ana obeyed as if she no longer had control over her own body. She felt herself rising to an orgasm that pooled between her loins. Her body jerked convulsively as the orgasm sought its release. A primitive scream emanated from her lips as Lash’s breathing became increasingly ragged. His back arched wildly as with one final thrust, he unloaded himself inside of her.

  Their wild breathing was the only sound that filled the room. Minutes passed before the wild beating of their hearts slowed. Lash propped himself on one elbow and looked at her.

  After the frenzy that happened between them, Ana felt shyness overcome her. She refused to return his gaze. He placed a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. Then he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips before gathering her in his arms and laying her head against his chest.

  He played with the strands of her hair, curling them around his finger.

  Ana was struck by a sudden thought that filled her with guilt. She just made love to a man who had a girlfriend. It was certainly ironic because in all of her past relationships, it was always another girl who caused the breakup. Suddenly, she was that other girl, and she didn’t know how to feel about it.

  She felt bad for Lili Chong, Lash’s model girlfriend. The girl had done nothing wrong to deserve this. She squirmed in his arms and raised her head to him.

  “She doesn’t have to know, right? I mean…I would hate to be that girl who destroyed your relationship,” a flustered Ana declared.

  “She? Who are you talking about,” he asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

  “Lili Chong. I know that you’re together…and she is so beautiful…and you are perfect for each other,” Ana asserted.

  Lash laughed out loud.

  “I’m glad you think this is funny,” Ana said crossly “but I was always the girl being cheated on, and it felt horrible. I don’t want anyone to feel the way I did each time I found out there was someone else.”

  Lash stopped laughing but a grin appeared instead.

  “Come here,” he said pulling her close. “Lili and I called it quits a long time ago. It was never serious between us even from the very start because her parents promised her to some wealthy guy who owns half of Shanghai. Lili told me so herself. I appreciated her honesty. We are just friends now. Nothing more,” Lash declared.

  “Oh,” Ana said.

  A heavy weight lifted only to be replaced by an overwhelming sense of happiness because he was free. She didn’t have to feel guilty after all.

  “Okay then,” she added as she burrowed back into his arms hiding the triumphant smile that found its way to her face.

  ***

  Hours later, Lash escorted her down the stairs to the foundation lobby, but instead of heading towards the door leading outside, Lash led the way to another exit located at the back of the building.

  “I have a private parking at the back of the building. My car is back there,” he informed her.

  After all the sex they had, Ana thought she would be satiated. Surprisingly, she wasn’t. He had started a fire that refused to be quenched. An impish smile formed on her lips as an idea was born. Just thinking about it made her feel horny all over again.

  “What?” Lash asked seeing the look on her face.

  “Nothing,” she deadpanned stealing a glance at the Bentley. She was trying to gauge the size of the luxury car’s interior. “Seems wide enough,” she noted.

  Lash opened the passenger side of the Bentley so she could enter. Ana walked past him and opened the door to the back seat of the car.

  “What are you looking for? Did you drop something earlier?” Lash asked still clueless.

  She didn’t reply. Instead she brought her fingers seductively to her breast and started to caress herself. The look on his face was comical as understanding came.

  “Ana, you’re not actually thinking…”

  Ana nodded her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “I have never made love in the back seat of a car. You’ll be the first,” she announced candidly.

  Lash’s head whipped back and forth on the lookout if there was any one else around aside from them. Being caught having sex in the parking lot was the last thing he needed. The parking lot was empty.

  “Why you little minx,” he grunted as he roughly pushed her inside.

  Ana giggled like a schoolgirl as she groped for his cock. She was feverish with lust as she unzipped his pants and scuttled down between his legs. She played with him until his cock turned rock hard. She licked the head that had turned a delicious shade of red under her ministration. Then she opened her lips wide enough so that only the head was inside her mouth. Her lips curled firmly around the top of the shaft as she made smacking noises with her lips.

  “Oh Ana,” she heard his drawn-out sigh. His hands rested gently on each side of her face as he guided her movement. Ana’s head bobbed as her tongue delivered its magic around his rigid cock. She felt him thrust forward slowly relishing every stroke her tongue painted around the sensitive shaft.

  He moaned gruffly as the tension built inside him. Then with quick reflexes he pulled out of her mouth and had her pinned down on the car seat. He pulled her dress up and exposed her legs. Then with a flick of his finger her panties tore. He tossed it to the front of the car.

  “My turn,’ he declared as he spread her legs apart. He bit and sucked her inner thighs as he advanced slowly upwards. Ana felt the familiar expectant tautness inside her vagina as she waited. She never wanted it more badly than she did now.

  When his tongue touched her clit, it felt like a heat flare went off between her crotch and spread up her belly before consuming her limbs leaving her totally weak. She knew she could never have enough of the sweet sharp sensation that made her brain go numb with pleasure.

  Her moans grew more feral as Lash flicked and suckled her clit. Her fingers clawed the upholstery on the backseat of the car. Minutes elapsed. Lash was unceasing. Ana thought she had died and gone to heaven, only to live once more and die again.

  Then he hooked a finger inside her, exploring her, teasing her, while his thumb did a punishing act on her clit. His lips latched on to a nipple tending to them until it grew rigid before given the other nipple the same exact attention.

  “You want this?” Lash asked in guttural tones.

  “Always,” Ana replied unashamed. “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, please,” she begged.

  Lash didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between her thighs as Ana tried to spread her legs as far as they would go within the close confines. Lash grabbed both her wrist and held them above her head rendering her helpless. He positioned his cock against the opening of her vagina. Then with one savage thrust he entered her.

  Ana let out a wild cry as he filled her completely. Then he taunted her by slowly pulling away. Ana whined feeling suddenly bereft. Both of her wrists were still firmly imprisoned between his hands above her head. Unable to use her hands to prop her body, Ana thrust her hips towards him in a clumsy attempt to capture him. Lash grinned knowing what she wanted. He thrust into her again with the same forcefulness that made the air escape from her lungs. Her head rocked back against the seat.

  Thankfully he began to move in and out of her, unhurried and deliberate. He was attempting to fan the coals of embers that were burning inside her belly. The leisurely movement turned more frantic as the seconds elapsed until there was a roughness that demanded to be set free.

  Ana felt the car rocking beneath her. Lash’s grunts became more and more primitive. The heat between her legs had now turned into a conflagration that was painful as it was sweet. She felt her orgasm burst forth. She heard the guttural sound emanating from his lips even as she recognized the warmth that spurted inside her vagina.

  S
he felt Lash’s body grow rigid as he discharged inside her every last ounce of his orgasm. Then like a deflated balloon he toppled on top of her releasing both her wrists and setting her free.

  Chapter ELEVEN

  Ana never knew happiness similar to the one she was feeling was even possible. And it was all because of Lash. He occupied her thoughts every minute of each day as she replayed in her mind what happened between them. Ana was perceptive enough to know that the sex inside his Foundation office was more tentative, hesitant, exploring. Lash was being careful for her sake back then. She couldn’t say the same thing about what followed inside his car. That was craving, yearning, lustful sex. She couldn’t get enough, and neither could he.

  She was just glad for all her dancer training. Being limber was never a problem, and she had to be, with all the crazy acrobatics they did within the close confines of the backseat.

  Lash kneeling and trying to avoid bumping his head against the top of the car while she straddled his shoulders with only her neck and head to support her weight. The head rush was enough to knock her unconscious, but the ensuing orgasm was out of this world.

  Lash taking her from behind as his weight crushed the air out of her lungs. She was on her face and stomach clutching his waist with the back of her legs. She was thankful for all the yoga lessons she had taken. She supposed the car had to be brought in for check-up after all the shaking and pumping it endured.

  The memory still brought a silly grin to her face.

  But it was the way Lash greeted her the next day at the studio that completely took her breath away. Ana struggled with the idea that all the sex they shared was just “one of those things.” She avoided thinking about it in any other terms maybe because she was afraid. It was enough, she convinced herself repeatedly.

  Therefore, it was so unexpected when Lash greeted her with a kiss and casually draped an arm across her shoulders…like she was his girlfriend. It was like sending an unspoken message to everyone because he did it in the presence of the cast and crew at rehearsals. Her cheeks grew warm noting the raised eyebrows of the other girls. She could almost hear what they were thinking.

  But all the subsequent gossip was not enough to take away the elation inside her heart in knowing that he didn’t want to keep it a secret. Lash was downright demonstrative about his affection. The term “public display of affection” did not seem to exist in his vocabulary as he would often kiss, caress, and hug her, not giving a shit about who saw them.

  It was enough to keep Ana floating on cloud nine. Tonight, he wanted her to come to his penthouse for dinner. She envisioned a romantic dinner for two, and if she were lucky, Lash might just do the cooking. Ana rushed home after rehearsals, took a quick shower, and donned a sexy black dress for the occasion. It was one of those dresses that Stefan, her new best buddy, insisted she keep in her closet.

  As she stepped into the elevator of Lash’s plush penthouse building, she hardly recognized the girl that was reflected on the wall mirrors. Her eyes were shining, and there was a noticeable flush around her face as she imagined how the rest of the night would unfold. It was enough to start the juices flowing between her thighs.

  A wicked thought occurred. She giggled as she placed a finger inside her panties. With a whiff from her, they could dispense with cocktails and entrees and go straight to the main course, which she fully intended to be her.

  The notion almost made her come. She took a deep breath to restore her equilibrium feeling the heat that had pooled between her groin. She knocked loudly to announce her arrival hoping he would be able to read the message in her eyes.

  A uniformed butler opened the door.

  “Oh!” She gulped in surprise. She recognized the man from the party.

  “This way, miss,” the butler intoned leading her to the verandah. The pool was decked once more with floating candles as it was during the party. There was a table set for two in the middle of the verandah while waiters were busy preparing the food.

  Lash was standing nearby talking on his cellphone. He motioned for her to take a seat as a waiter offered her a glass of champagne.

  “Not exactly how I pictured it,” a disappointed thought occurred.

  Lash ended the call and approached. A kiss on the cheek then he took the chair in front of her.

  “Isn’t this rather elaborate for dinner for two,” Ana asked eyeing the bustle among the waiters.

  “Don’t be silly,” he replied, “nothing is too lavish for my principal dancer.”

  She would have preferred if he said the word girlfriend, but opening night was only two days away. That would be foremost in his mind, Ana decided.

  “Well, thank you. I know that must be heavy on your mind. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Ricardo and I have our routines down perfectly. Even Jonathan is happy,” Ana reassured him.

  “I know you will be a smashing success. Horne Calloway will see how perfect you and Ricardo are together. He will have no other choice except to give me that endorsement.” Lash replied. Then, “there’s something I want to discuss with you…but it can wait. I don’t want my girl to go hungry,” he winked, motioning the waiter to starting serving dinner.

  Ana wondered what was wrong with him. Her gut said Lash was trying to win her over. She dismissed the thought. After everything that happened between them, she was his - hook, line, and sinker. Didn’t he know that?

  All throughout dinner, they talked about opening night. Lash was concerned that she was not happy with her costumes. She could have them altered or changed, he said. Ana reassured him that her costumes were fine. Then he brought up the idea of providing her a private dressing room. Ana thumbed it down thinking how the other dancers would react. Besides she didn’t want to be seen as a diva like Romina, the dancer who quit.

  As the dinner progressed, Ana felt more and more like she was being seduced, but not in the way she had expected. She tried to steer the conversation away from opening night, but somehow Lash managed to bring it back somehow.

  She was glad when the final course was served and the waiters started clearing the table. She asked for a glass of wine before the servers disappeared inside the house.

  When they were finally alone, she decided to confront him about why he was acting so strangely.

  “Lash, is there something on your mind you wish to tell me,” she asked.

  Lash smiled trying to hide his embarrassment. “Now that you’ve asked, yes, there is something I need to ask from you.”

  “You could have just asked me straight away without going through all this-this ceremony,” Ana grinned motioning her hand wildly all over the room.

  Lash gave a sheepish grin, cleared his throat, and then took a deep breath. Ana knew he was struggling and wondered what could be so important to make him this uncomfortable.

  “You know that finale number between you and Ricardo, the kiss…”

  “Jesus, is this still about opening night,” Ana snapped.

  “Please hear me out,” Lash cajoled.

  Ana rolled her eyes showing her displeasure as she faced him. This night was definitely not turning out the way she had imagined.

  “Okay, let’s hear it,” she humored him, “What about the kiss?”

  “Well,” Lash started, “Jonathan and I were discussing it earlier today. I know that the kiss between you and Ricardo will be your lips touching. The LED screens will be focused on you before the lights go out. So, I was thinking…instead of a fake kiss it would be more interesting if you exchanged a real kiss.”

  Ana almost choked on the wine she was drinking. A real kiss? Was Lash out of his mind? She, Jonathan, and Ricardo had talked about the kiss at length. They had devised ways and means to highlight the kiss in the most practical terms without encroaching on the beauty of the whole dance sequence.

  “I-I don’t understand,” Ana stammered.

  “How often has a real kiss been portrayed in the art of dance?” Lash asked. Ana didn’t reply. Lash answered h
is own question.

  “Never because the audience realizes that it’s just fake. If it were a real kiss though, it would be different,” he continued earnestly.

  Ana’s mind was in a whirl. He was trying desperately to persuade her to see it from his point of view. A part of her understood what he was trying to say. The audience was an important part of any show, and if she and Ricardo kissed for real, they would leave with something that would be remembered for some time.

  Yet another part of her felt betrayed. How could Lash even allow another man to kiss her? She would absolutely hate it if he kissed another girl. Besides, it went against her values. As dancers, they had to guard themselves from any kind of sexual advance. Lash was asking her to surrender that protection and expose herself. How could he?

 

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