by Suzie Nelson
“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, her 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.
Angie grinned up at him, opening her arms wide. “So now everyone can know we’re madly in love and you have the world’s most amazing penis.”
Sasha laughed, kissing her again. “Okay, maybe not the last part,” he said, smiling down at her.
Angie pouted jokingly. “Aw, c’mon,” she said, drawing them backward into her apartment. “It’s sooooo nice!”
She pressed herself against him, kissing his neck and jaw as she ran her fingers through his hair. “The world deserves to know,” she murmured into his skin.
“You want sex, don’t you?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Yep,” she said, nuzzling into his neck. “It’s been, like, almost a week. My dildo is not as much fun as you are.”
He laughed, his hands running down her back to cup her ass as he picked her up again, balancing her on his hips. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “I live in fear of the day we fight and you decide that it’s less trouble than I am.”
“Never!” Angie told him, running her tongue along the edge of his ear.
Sasha groaned softly, and they could both feel his cock twitching his tight jeans. “I missed you too,” he said suddenly, his voice soft.
Angie leaned back so that she could look him in the eye. “Next time we’ll go together,” she promised, stroking his cheek with her thumb. “Ooooh, I can wear my red t-straps and all the famous actresses will be crazy jealous and ask me who designed them.”
Sasha chuckled, resting his head on her shoulder and listening to the comforting beat of her heart through her silky blouse. “Yatebyalyublyu,” he murmured, almost without thinking.
Angie looked down at him, his face outlined by the deep green of her top. Even though they hadn’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet in any language, Angie recognized the words. She felt as if she were sinking into a warm bath, the hot water rising to ease all her aches and pains. “I love you too, Sasha,” she said. She brushed his hair off his forehead and kissed his temple. “Yatozhetebyalyublyu,” she said slowly, trying to get the pronunciation just right. In theory, she knew how to say ‘I love you too’ but she’d never actually said the words out loud before.
Sasha raised his head, beaming at her. “You’re perfect,” he told her, kissing her deeply.
Angie looped her arms around his neck again and rested her forehead against his. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she told him.
“Oh!” she said, suddenly remembering, “we’re going to go for dinner with Tansy and Claire tonight. They’ve decided to stop pretending that they’re only in it for the sex and have finally admitted that they’re actually a couple and madly in love.”
Sasha smiled. “When are we meeting them?” he asked.
“Around seven,” Angie replied.
Sasha raised his eyebrows. “That doesn’t give us very long. We better stop wasting time screwing around with all these emotions and get down to business. I intend to have sex with you in every room of this apartment before we got to dinner.”
“Uh, I should hope so,” said Angie, trying and failing to keep a straight face as Sasha deposited her on the bed. “Because otherwise I might just have to leave you for my dil—”
But Sasha interrupted her with a kiss. “Shut up, Angie,” he said. “I’m trying to have sex with you.”
“What?! You filthy hypocri—” But Sasha drew her into another kiss, even more passionate than the last, and Angie never finished her sentence. But she didn’t really mind.
THE END
Bluff Like A Billionaire
JENNY
The room was so full of gamblers that I could hardly make my way to the Blackjack tables. All around me, I could hear the sounds of one-arm bandits playing their happy tunes to encourage middle-aged men and teary-eyed old ladies to gamble away their last savings. This was not the gambling section of the Golden Nugget casino I was interested in. I was there to win money, not watch people losing it.
When I finally sat down at the Blackjack table the dealer took a moment before he offered to sell me some gambling chips. I felt satisfied that my low-cut blouse was having the desired effect; distracting the dealer just enough so he wouldn’t notice he was dealing with a card counter of the most talented kind.
Card counting is a skill, even though the casino bosses consider it a way of cheating. A skilled card counter like me has the ability to memorize each and every card that has been dealt in a series of Blackjack hands, enabling the card counter to accurately calculate the likely value of the next card to be dealt by the dealer. If I, for example, have memorized that most of the picture cards in a pack have already been dealt I know that the likelihood of the next card being a picture card is low. This gives me an edge and enables me to hedge my bets in such a way that I always win at the end of the night. And when I say ‘win’ I mean win big! I was planning to walk out of the Golden Nugget casino that evening with winnings of at least $50,000.
“Hit me,” I said after the dealer had dealt me a 10 and a 7. Everyone knew you should never take another card when your total was 17, but I was asking for another ‘hit’ just to make the dealer think I didn’t know how to play Blackjack. He frowned for a moment and then dealt me another card. It was the queen of hearts, a picture card with a value of 10. I had, predictably, busted out as my total was now 27 and I had exceeded the desired 21, or ‘Blackjack’.
I shrugged my shoulders the way a bored trophy wife might do if she was sitting at a Blackjack table gambling away her billionaire husband’s money. I’d lost $100 on that hand, but I’d gained the edge of setting the dealer’s mind at ease. Even the Pit Boss, who’d been standing nearby to see how the first hand would go, had now turned away to look for other action. The Pit Boss was there to look for gamblers who were cheating in some way and his disappearance made everything so much easier for me.
“Th
e French gentleman sitting over there has bought you this bottle of champagne, madam,” a waiter spoke up next to me as I was watching the Pit Boss walk away.
I looked approvingly at the bottle of Moët &Chandon Champagne. This was no ordinary bottle of bubbly; it was a $3,000 gift of heavenly French nectar so someone must really have enjoyed watching me play that one hand of Blackjack, I thought with a smile. I nodded to the waiter to indicate that he could pour me a glass of the splendid liquid. I could just picture the overweight businessman who was now watching me to see if the expensive bottle of champagne he’d bought me would score him a roll in the sack with me later that evening.
“The champagne is from the gentleman over there,” the waiter said and looked over at the bar as he spoke.
