by Suzie Nelson
“Look, Sasha,” she said finally, reaching up to take his hand in his. “You’re great,” she told him, looking down at their hands in her lap, “and I know you’re used to women just falling all over you for a one night stand, but that’s not me. I mean, I like a good one night stand, but…”
Angie could hear herself beginning to ramble again and tried desperately to reign herself in, “But that’s not the point. The point is it’s not about the money or the fame or how beautiful you are. I…” She took a deep breath, “I really like you and if you just want to sleep with me to say that you did, well, that would break my heart and I just…I couldn’t bear it.” Her words came out all in a rush, tumbling into each other as she tried to get them all out before she lost her nerve.
For a moment there was silence and Angie couldn’t bring herself to look up. Then she heard Sasha chuckle. “I love it when you say I’m beautiful after all. You’re the only person who doesn’t say it constantly.”
Rolling her eyes, Angie finally faced him. “Of course I think you’re beautiful, you conceited twit. That doesn’t mean I’m going to just—just—” she waved her free hand around vaguely, searching for the words. “Just lie back and spread my legs!” she finished indignantly.
Sasha raised an eyebrow and Angie felt a blush rise in her cheeks. “Ah, Angie,” he smiled at her. “Said with all the usual eloquence and elegance that I’ve come to expect from you.”
“Shut up, you jerk,” Angie replied, slapping his chest lightly.
Sasha caught her hand and brought it to his lips. Turning it over, he kissed her palm, his lips warm and soft on her skin. “If all I wanted was a one night stand,” he told her, “you’d have been gone ages ago. I mean…yes, at first, I thought it would be fun to seduce you, but I stopped thinking that quite a while ago. I like you, Angie. More than I’ve liked anyone in a very long time. And if answering a question every day is how I get you to stay with me then I will gladly answer as many questions as you want. But it’s not about the interview anymore. I just like having you around.”
Angie swallowed and felt tears prick her eyes. “And I like being around,” she said.
Sasha smiled and brought his hands back up to her face. “I even like your belly button ring,” he said solemnly.
“I don’t care what you think of it,” Angie told him, joking. “Fuck what other people think!”
“That’s the spirit!” Sasha laughed, and, before she had time to realize what was happening, he kissed her. Angie’s eyes opened wide with shock and then, slowly, as his tongue traced her lips, easing itself into her mouth, she let bliss overtake her.
Weaving her fingers into his hair, Angie drew the movie star deeper into the kiss, reveling in the feel of his lips against hers. Gently, Sasha eased her down onto the blanket, brushing her long hair back from her face as he broke away to trail kisses down her throat. Angie giggled breathlessly as he nipped at her earlobe, tickling her. Looking up, she could see the bright blue sky through the twisted branches of the acacia tree and she grinned. She could not imagine a more beautiful way to spend an afternoon.
Sitting up, Sasha took hold of her t-shirt and drew it up over her head and tossed it away. He cocked his head to one side, his eyes running over her body. Angie suddenly felt exposed and bit her lip. He was used to sleeping with movie stars, after all.
Suddenly, he grinned and tipped forward, capturing her mouth with his. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he told her as they parted, and he planted a kiss on her belly button.
Angie giggled. “Liar,” she told him, reaching for his shirt.
“What, you don’t believe me?” he replied, laughing as he let her unbutton his shirt. “How would you know? You don’t know who I’ve seen.”
Stripping him of the plaid cotton shirt, Angie threw it in the same direction he’d thrown hers and raised her eyebrows at him in clear disbelief.
“You are,” he insisted, burying his fingers in her hair and bringing her into another deep, heart-stopping kiss.
Angie arched towards him, feeling her nipples brush the rock hard muscles of his chest as they kissed. Sasha reached down, encircling her waist with one arm as he lay down on his back, bringing her with him.
Breaking their kiss, Angie sat up. She was straddling Sasha’s waist, his beautiful toned body stretched out in front of her to admire. Grinning, she ran one hand along Sasha’s tanned stomach, feeling the ridges of his muscles rolling beneath her palm. “You’re not bad yourself,” she smiled.
“Gee, thanks,” Sasha replied as he reached up, taking her breasts in his hands.
Angie sighed, watching his strong fingers massage her sensitive skin, and giggling as he traced the lines of her breasts with his tongue, kissing their tender undersides. Their eyes met and he smiled, right before closing his mouth around her nipple, sucking hard and making her moan. Angie closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the shivers of pleasure he sent through her as his lips and tongue teased her hardening nipples. She felt one of his hands descend, smoothing across her ribs and heading down to her jeans. Never taking his mouth off her breasts, Sasha undid her belt and fly, and began to pull off her pants.
Slowly pulling away from her breasts, Sasha wrapped her in his arms again and flipped them over once more, so that she was the one on her back. He made quick work of the last of her clothes and dipped his head, trailing fluttering butterfly kisses up her inner thigh towards her waiting pussy. Angie giggled and gasped, the light kisses tickling and arousing her at the same time.
Angie wound her fingers into Sasha’s thick hair, her grip tightening as he drew his tongue along the folds of her pussy, sending shivers scurrying through her body. Gently, he opened her folds, exposing her most sensitive skin to his inquisitive tongue. And, as he licked and kissed her, his tongue exploring every inch of her, Angie couldn’t help herself: her moans grew louder and louder until, as he took her clit into his mouth, they became screams.
“Fuck,” she swore, arching her back as he slid two fingers into her dripping entrance, stroking her inner walls as his lips and tongue massaged her clit. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
She could feel Sasha chuckling around her clit as he began to pump his fingers deeper into her, his tongue flicking her clit faster and faster until she began to see spots. Angie gasped as her body began to buck against him, the pressure building in her pussy as an orgasm approached. He held her down with one hand on her stomach, which only made the thrusts of his fingers more intense.
“Oh Go-od,” she keened, digging her fingers into his hair as the blue sky swam above her and her orgasm swept through her body like a tidal wave, washing away everything in its wake. All Angie could feel was his mouth on her clit and his fingers stroking her faster and faster as her body exploded with ecstasy.
Very slowly the world returned to normal and, panting, Angie came down from her orgasm. She wiped sweat from her forehead, gasping for breath as she grinned down at Sasha. “Oh my God,” she said. “Jesus, Sasha…”
Sasha laughed, kissing her clit gently as he sat back, undoing his belt and fly. “Don’t tell me you’re all worn out,” he said as he stood. Looking down at Angie, where she lay in the sun, her arms outstretched on the red blanket and her hair a messy halo around her blissful face, he couldn’t help but appreciate her natural beauty.
She smiled back at him. “Not at all,” she said. “Bring it on, Pollock.” But as he drew a condom out of his back pocket and shed the last of his clothes, her eyes widened. “Holy crap,” said Angie, eyeing his throbbing erection. “You’re huge.”
Sasha smiled. “Well, my reputation with the ladies isn’t for nothing, Wilde,” he told her, rolling the condom over his waiting cock.
She laughed and hooked a foot around his calf. “Sure, sure, talk is cheap, Pollock,” she said, tugging him back towards her.
Obligingly, Sasha bent his knees, but, instead of lowering himself onto her, he picked Angie up, he
r ass resting in his hands as he sat back on his heels and slowly lowered her onto his eager member.
Angie gasped as she felt his huge shaft slide into her, her slick walls stretching to accommodate its girth. She rested her forehead against his, smiling into his eyes. He grinned back at her, nudging her nose with the tip of his. Giggling, Angie kissed him, moaning into his mouth as his fingers tightened on her ass and he began to lift her up and down, going deeper with ever thrust.
“God, you feel amazing,” he whispered, kissing her neck and shoulder as he slowly eased himself in and out of her, letting her pussy adapt to his size. He was in no rush, apparently, and Angie liked that. The steady strokes of his cock filled her with anticipation, making her wet just from the thought of what was to come.
“Ditto,” she replied, her eyes drifting shut as she looped her arms around his neck and let herself hang back, the new position making his cock stroke new nerves, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her entire body.
Sasha smiled, watching her enjoy herself, and dipped his head to suck and tease her breasts, one after the other, his warm mouth leaving her nipples slick and glistening in the sun. Angie moaned his name, her nails trailing up his neck and into his hair. He tightened his grip on her ass and pulled her down hard onto his cock. Her eyes flew open and her soft lips formed a perfect O of surprise – which quickly turned to a wicked smile as he began to thrust in earnest.
Sasha wound one hand into Angie’s long, chestnut hair and pulled her head back, trailing his tongue between her breasts as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her, the muscles in his ass squeezing frantically as he fucked her.
“Oh God, oh God,” Angie panted, her nails digging into his skin as she bucked against him, wanting his cock to somehow come even deeper.
“More!” she moaned, even though she didn’t think anyone had ever fucked her so hard in her life. Every nerve in her body felt as though it were coursing with electricity. “Harder!”
Sasha grinned and, without warning, flipped her over, bringing her onto her hands and knees so that he could go even deeper. Angie grabbed the blanket, thrusting up along his cock without missing a beat. Sasha spread the cheeks of her ass so that he could watch his cock disappearing inside of her dripping, swollen pussy, and the sight nearly made him come there and then. But he forced himself to keep control and drew her towards him, pumping feverishly, every muscle in his body working to keep the pace going faster and faster.
Angie’s moans once again became screams and she felt as if there was nothing in the world but the feel of Sasha’s cock drilling into her pussy. She felt like she was losing her mind, the pleasure flooding through her body was impossible to escape. She never wanted it to end, but she was desperate for release.
And then he slapped her ass, his cock stroking her hyper-sensitive walls. She moaned his name and he slapped her again, twice, until she felt an orgasm explode through her, her pussy spasming around his thick penis as she shook and gasped. Dimly, she was aware of him shouting her name as he buried his cock in her, his own orgasm arriving, but ecstasy soon drowned out everything else.
Utterly spent, Sasha and Angie collapsed onto the blanket. Their orgasms gradually faded, leaving them gasping for air, their slick bodies tangled together.
“Oh my,” Angie managed to get out.
“Yeah,” Sasha panted. “That sounds about right.”
Angie giggled and turned to look at him. “You live up to the hype,” she told him.
Sasha laughed breathlessly and kissed her shoulder. “Phew,” he said, rolling his eyes.
For a while, they just lay there under the dappled shadows of the acacia tree, grinning at each other like idiots. Angie didn’t know how long they stayed like that. It felt like years, but also only a few seconds. She could have happily stayed there forever. But, eventually, a breeze picked up and she shivered, the sweat cooling on her skin.
“We should get you home and put some ice on that ankle,” Sasha said, finally sitting up.
“Oh right,” said Angie, the dull throb of her ankle making its way through her post-orgasm bliss. But she made no move to get up.
Sasha pulled on his clothes, smiling down at her. “If I say we can do that again when we get back to the ranch will you get up?” he asked. “And you know… there’s a hot tub.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
Angie perked right up. “Really?” she asked as she sat up and began getting dressed.
“Really we can have sex as soon as we get back or really there’s a hot tub?” Sasha asked as he packed away the remains of their lunch.
“Both?” Angie replied, doing up her boots.
Sasha laughed, tying the reins of her horse to his. Turning back to her, he picked her up and gently placed her on his horse before swinging up behind her. Angie sighed happily, leaning back against his warm chest as he wrapped an arm around her hips, bringing her body flush with his. “Really to both,” he replied, kissing her hair tenderly.
Angie smiled, feeling soft and happy. Her eyelids started to droop as, wrapped in Sasha’s arms, the gentle gait of the horse lulled her to sleep. Her last thought before she drifted off completely was: Just wait till Claire hears about this…
Chapter 10
Three months later, Angie was looking out the window of her apartment, squinting at the distant horizon.
“Yes,” she said into her phone, “of course I’d love to do a piece for Vanity Fair. That would be amazing.” She nodded at the skyline, listening to the editor go over details. “Of course,” she said again. “Yes.”
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door and she turned, frowning. “I’m so sorry,” she said suddenly, “someone’s at the door. Can I call you back? Thank you. Thanks so much.”
Putting her phone down, she crossed her apartment and opened the door to find Sasha standing there looking even more beautiful than when he’d left the week before. He had his nose buried in a copy of this week’s People magazine and was studying its contents with a faint frown, as though they were the most interesting thing he’d ever read. This week’s copy had only come out that morning and there was a photo of him looking broody and rugged on the cover. Her interview was on page eight.
“I just happened to stumble on this in the airport on my flight back from Paris,” Sasha lied, still looking at the magazine. “I had no idea I was so eloquent.” Finally, he looked up at her and an enormous grin spread across his face.
Angie felt love warm her to the very tips of her fingers. “Do you like it?” she asked.
“I love it,” he replied, tossing the magazine aside and lifting her up in her arms. “You’re brilliant,” he said and kissed her.
Angie shrieked with laughter as he swung her through the air then sighed as his mouth captured hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I missed you,” she said when they finally broke apart.
“Next time I’m taking you with me,” Sasha promised, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. “It would have been so much more fun with you there. Openings are so boring. It’s just everyone congratulating each other and getting drunk on free wine,” he said.
“What a hard life,” Angie mocked him gently. “Poor baby!”
“Dick,” he replied, kissing her happily. “I hate schmoozing and you know it. I wanted you to be there so you could do it for me.”
“Aha!” she crowed, leaning away from him. “The truth comes out! Typical!” she joked, sticking her tongue out at him. “Did it go well at least?”
He nodded. “Everyone liked it. And all joking aside, I really did want to share it with you. There were those scenes we shot in Oregon and it reminded me of when you first started learning Russian in the back of that SUV we used to drive out to the location in.”
“Oh yeah,” Angie smiled, thinking back to their first few days together. “Look how far I’ve come since then!”
Sasha nodded. “Your Russian really has gotten way better. I
’m very impressed.”
Angie rolled her eyes. “I meant in life! You know, I’m once more gainfully employed, dating this great new guy…”
Sasha chuckled. “Yeah, okay, sure, that too. But we both know learning Russian has been the real game-changer in your life. Let’s not lie to ourselves.”
Angie shook her head, laughing. “You’re impossible. And I would have loved to have been there with you. But I didn’t want everyone knowing we’re together before the interview came out,” she reminded him.
Sasha nodded, finally putting her back down onto the ground. “I know. And I get it. But now the interview is out and everyone wants you to write for them, so…” he trailed off, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
