She pulled out of his arms and slowly slid out of her clothes, taking her time and giving him a show, smiling has his eyes wandered then returned to her own eyes, only to wander again before returning again. She knew she was beautiful and sexy, but he didn’t seem to be awed by her beauty, or fame, and that made him more desirable still. As the last of her covering fell away, he smiled.
“Stunning,” he murmured, holding her eyes and not looking down.
The fact that he didn’t look at her body again, but held her eyes, made her fires roar. Their eyes locked, he slipped out of his shirt, then pants, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn’t want to look down, but she couldn’t hold his gaze as he stepped out of his pants. She glanced at his hardness before bringing her eyes quickly back to his. His small smile was both infuriating and playful, acknowledging his victory in will and control.
He watched as she seductively licked her lips then sauntered up to him, moving like a jungle cat, all power and grace, before she pressed herself to him, placed her hand behind his head, and pulled his lips to hers. They kissed, long and slow, before he clasped her firmly to him and lifted her from the floor and turned before lowering her to the bed. He followed her down, then began to kiss down her body, pausing to taste her breasts and tease her nipples to erectness with his tongue, before continuing on, slowly turning in the bed to drape himself across her.
His tongue darted and explored, his finger inside of her tickled her in just the right way. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, but she couldn’t find her voice, and all she could do was gasp and writhe. He was destroying her again and she was powerless to stop him. She wanted to hold back her orgasm, wanted to surf the wave of pleasure, but was unable to push it away and it rolled over her like a wave, drowning her in pleasure. She burned in sweet agony, unable to breathe, her voice stolen, until her climax washed out of her, leaving her adrift in the backwash of her orgasm. She released the breath she was holding with a gasp and giggled.
Saul grinned, slowed his teasing, then kissed the inside of her thigh as she gasped and panted, her deep and breathy giggle going straight to his cock.
“God, I needed that,” she sighed, then giggled again as an aftershock passed through her. She pushed at him and as he rolled to his back, she moved with him. Last night, when he started to moan, she’d pulled him from her mouth, thinking he was about to come, but tonight she was wiser and knew she’d underestimated him. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
She was still no Alicia, but Angela was a quick study, his soft gasps, moans, and murmurs teaching her how to pleasure a man with her lips and tongue. She’d been working on him for a while as he slowly, gently, played with her pussy, keeping her on boil as she sucked him. He was in no danger of coming, but that was fine. He preferred to come while fucking a woman anyway.
He tugged at her, pulling her lips from his shaft. “You’re going to make me come,” he breathed as he took her lips, his words thrilling her deeply. She knew she wasn’t the most skilled woman when it came to giving head, and had used his sounds of pleasure as a guide to learn how to please him. She didn’t think she was ready for a man to come in her mouth, but she was disappointed he’d stopped her before he came.
They turned in the bed, kissing and touching, until he reached for his protection. She plucked the condom from his fingers with a smile, and rolled it over his shaft as she cooed and purred in delight. Saul smiled. She may not be the greatest at giving head, but she was expert at playing the sex kitten. Protected he smiled down at her as he positioned himself between her legs.
His soft caresses as she sucked him had kept her ready and on edge. She sighed softly as he slid slowly into her depths, the pleasure of his passage intoxicating. He began to thrust slowly, hooking her legs behind his arms to tilt her hips so he plunged incredibly deep. They had just gotten started and she could already feel her orgasm beginning to build.
***
“Come on, baby,” she cooed, delighting in watching Saul struggle against his orgasm. She pumped her hips harder, trying to force him over the edge and into the abyss. She’d just had her third hard orgasm and now it was his turn. “Come on baby,” she purred again, locking her fingers with his and pinning his hands to the bed. He growled, low and deep in his chest, his lips twisting into a feral snarl, his erotic distress exciting her at a deep level.
He was losing his battle with pleasure. There was no doubt he was going to come; the only question was how much longer could he hold out. Angela was thrusting on his cock as she stared into his eyes, a sexy smile on her lips as if she knew she was wearing him down. With each thrust of her hips, the hard points of her breasts were lightly grazing his chest, and that was turning him on in deep way.
“That’s it,” she smiled. “Give it to me.”
“I’ll fucking give it to you,” he snarled, powering out of her pin to clasp her tightly to him. He began to pound into her furiously hard as the last few threads of his control snapped.
He grunted as he pushed into her as deep as possible, his embrace becoming crushingly tight for a moment before relaxing. She smiled in satisfaction. He hadn’t lasted as long tonight as he had last night, which pleased her in a profound way.
She relaxed on his chest and sighed. “That was incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” he said softly.
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips, his words pleasing her. She rose and kissed him, a long, slow, kiss that made promises. She sighed out of the kiss and lay back on his chest. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
He held her, enjoying the feel of her around his cock and on his chest. After a few moments, she slid off him and into the crook of his arm and sighed deeply again as she snuggled in. He smiled as she relaxed into sleep and her breathing became slow and regular. She’d upped her game from last night. She was apparently no longer content to passively allow him to fuck her, and had been an active participant all night. He could feel the tug of sleep pulling at him, the lack of sleep the night before catching up with him. He glanced at the clock. It was only nine, which meant there was plenty of time for another round later.
***
Saul swam up out of the darkness of sleep, grinning as Angela softly snored beside him. The lights were still on in the front of the house and he could clearly see her nestled into his side, her face soft and peaceful in her sleep. He glanced at the clock and smiled. It was only midnight, about the time they started last night, and they didn’t have to get up.
He slowly worked his way out from under her, then began to kiss her awake, working his way down her body.
She sighed, her hand coming to his head to hold his mouth to her breast. “Mmmm…that’s nice. What time is it?” she asked, her eyes still closed and a faint smile on her lips.
He took his time in answering, his mouth occupied with other things. “A little before midnight,” he said as he kissed across her chest to tease the other nipple to erectness.
She sighed again, then pulled him up, steering him between her legs as she pulled him down into a long, slow, kiss. “I want you,” she whispered as their lips slowly parted.
He was clean, and he suspected she was clean, as well, and though the urge to enter her and fuck her as nature intended was almost overwhelming, he paused long enough to make sure they were protected. After he had the condom on, he slowly pushed his way into her wetness, their sighs of pleasure mingling as he took her lips again.
He fucked her slowly for many long minutes, enjoying her slow climb to the peak of pleasure. Her soft gasps and sighs as she clung to him, the way she moved beneath him, had an honesty to them that turned him on far more than some women’s porn star performances.
“I want you to kiss me when you come,” he whispered as he sensed her approaching rapture.
She was alive with pleasure, his slow steady strokes winding her tight, then tighter still, drawing out her pleasure unlike any time before. Until now, she’d always been in a rush to reach orgasm, but this w
as better, so much better, and she didn’t want it to end.
She whimpered, then grabbed his face and pulled his lips to hers for a furious kiss, holding him there as she whimpered again, then pulled her face to her neck as she gasped. He smiled into her neck as her deep sexy giggle escaped her. He began to thrust into her harder, faster, driving into her with purpose. She pulled his head from her neck, held it a moment, then pulled his lips to hers again as her back arched.
“Ah, fuck!” she gasped, then giggled, as her orgasm washed out of her. She’d just had two orgasms back to back. The first one was a pleasant little orgasm that had filled her with warmth. The second one was harder, but taken together, they were toe curling.
“You okay?” he teased, pushing in harder and deeper while watching her face. That was the first time she’d ever done anything other than sigh or whimper while orgasming.
She giggled again then sighed. “Yeah. I’ve never had two orgasms so close together before.”
He smiled, pleased with himself. “How was it?”
She giggled again, unable to prevent it. “You cocky shit,” she said before pulling him down for another long kiss. She drank her fill from his lips, then sighed as the kiss slowly dissolved. She grinned up at him, liking the mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he watched her. “Bet you can’t do it again.” He grinned and began to thrust with long slow strokes.
When they fell into another deep sleep, he hadn’t been to give her two more orgasms, back to back anyway, but it wasn’t for the lack of trying.
Chapter Seventeen
“What time is it?” Angela groaned while she stretched and the darkness of sleep fell away.
“A little after seven,” Saul replied as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. He knew they didn’t have time for anything, but she had some of the best tits he’d ever seen and he couldn’t seem to keep his mouth off them.
“This is going to have to stop,” she sighed, enjoying his kisses.
“What?”
“Fucking all night, then having to get up the next morning.”
He didn’t like the sound of that at all. “You didn’t enjoy it?”
She pulled his mouth from her breast. If he kept that up, she was going to be late for call. “What I’m not enjoying is having to get up so damned early. I still have to go back to my room to shower and change.” She thought about it a moment. “Fuck it. I can wear my close from last night to the set,” she said as she pulled his lips to hers. They were going to have to make this one a quickie.
***
Angela and Saul were walking up to the crew as a car, followed by a Los Rio police cruiser, skidded around the corner at the far end of the street and raced toward the camera.
“Cut!” Johnny called. “Did we get that?”
“Standby,” a man said as he reviewed the footage. “We got it.”
“Okay, next shot. Angela, good, you’re here. We’re a little ahead of schedule this morning. Go get into makeup. We’ll be ready for you in less than an hour.”
While Angela was in makeup, Saul wandered over to the craziest looking car he’d ever seen. It looked like a Los Rio police car from the door handles up, but below there, it was all science fiction.
“Pretty cool rig, huh?” a man dressed in a racing suit said standing beside the car, his helmet and a walkie sitting on the hood.
“Yeah. What is it?”
“Stunt car. Want to see?”
“I’d love to.”
“Tony Wokowski,” the man said extending his hand.
“Saul Houston. Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking Tony’s hand.
Tony opened the hood of the car, but instead of an engine, there was a rudimentary cockpit with a single, deeply raked seat, gear selector, steering wheel, foot controls, and nothing else.
“Okay…” Saul said slowly.
“This is where I drive the car. That way the actors can worry about acting instead of driving. The steering wheel in the car is connected to mine with a clutch, so it even turns to match the car’s movement. So long as they don’t fight the wheel it’ll look like they’re driving.”
“I assume the engine is in the back?”
Tony shut the hood. “Yeah, a Chevy 5.7 liter small block. You can see it through the window.”
Saul peeked in and could see part of the engine extending into the passenger cabin. “I bet this thing is a pig will all that weight in the back.”
Tony grinned. “Not too bad. A lot of the engine is between the axels. We run 5.12 gears. Sixty is about as fast as it will go, but it launches like a mother. It has a lot of negative camber and positive caster on the front and, with the low gearing, I can drift it for days.”
“And all the weight swinging around back there doesn’t screw it up?”
“Nah. Once we get the cameras mounted, the car is pretty evenly balanced.”
“Amazing,” Saul said.
“Yeah. I’ve got the best job in the world,” Tony said with a grin. Both men looked up as the two cars that had been chasing each other earlier skidded around another corner and raced out of sight. “The drivers in those two cars are my sons. The youngest, the one in the bandit car, is only nineteen.”
“You must be very proud.”
“I am. They’re both going to be better than I ever was. The oldest – he’s twenty-two – will be doing the driving stunts in the next Bond movie.”
“Tony, you ready?”
Tony walked around the car and picked up the walkie. “Ready when you are.”
“Be ready to mount the cameras in five minutes.”
“Roger that,” Tony said then grinned at Saul. “Time to pay some bills. It’s been nice talking to you, Saul.”
“Same here,” Saul said as they shook hands.
Saul stood back and watched as Tony wormed his way down into the cockpit and buckled in before reaching up and pulling the hood down with a rope.
He stood out of the way as several crewmembers began affixing several large cameras to the car. He’d been hanging around the crew long enough that he could guess from the cameras placement and angle the left side camera would be filming the passenger, the right side camera the driver, and the center camera was for what he’d heard the crew call a two shot, when both actors were in frame. Now he knew why Tony had gotten into the car so early. With the cameras in place, he had no way to get in or out.
The crew mounting the camera was finishing their task as Bradley and Angela walked toward him. She surprised Saul by melting into him and giving him a quick kiss. “Wish me luck. I hope I can do this. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Saul said.
“Says the guy not getting scared shitless in the car.”
“Want me to take your place? I bet it’ll be fun.”
She giggled. “If only I could. Want me to see if Ryan will let you take a ride after the shot is in the can?”
He grinned. “No, that’s okay,” he said, though he would have liked to try it.
“We’re ready, Angela, Bradley,” one of the PA’s said.
“How do I get in?” she asked when the door didn’t open.
“Though the window.”
“Here,” Saul said, picking her up as Bradley scrunched himself through the window and into the car.
She squeaked in excitement and trepidation as Saul held her while a PA helped her worm into passenger seat of the car. She buckled her seatbelt. “You two ready?” Tony asked from under the dash. She bent to peer under the dash. If she bent over far enough she could see Tony’s head and shoulders.
“I hope,” she replied.
“Let’s do it,” Bradley said with a grin. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t worry. These guys are expert. You’re safer now than driving on the freeway, and a hell of a lot safer than on the back of Saul’s bike.”
The Chevy barked to life behind them and Angela rolled up her window started getting her game face on.
; ***
Saul laughed with Johnny, watching on the monitor as Tony slid the stunt car around the corner, causing Angela to scream in excitement then laugh hysterically. “That’s why I didn’t roll cameras,” Johnny chuckled. “Do it again,” he said into a walkie. “And, Angela, you’re a cool and professional police woman. Try to act like one,” he teased.
Angela picked up the walkie. “I’m trying, but Tony nearly made me piss myself!”
“Want me to tone it down?” Tony’s voice came over the radio.
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