by Anita Knight
Sasha
I’m rendered entirely motionless as Luca plants a lingering kiss on my lips. I’m not even sure if I’m breathing. I couldn’t dare do something like breathe, not when it might disturb this lovely dream I’ve got going here. But is it a dream? The heat searing against my skin from Luca’s big, rough hands, and the pounding of my heart in my neck makes me think otherwise. A burning passion threatens to rip through me any second, but I can’t help but stay absolutely still, not wanting this surreal moment to end.
Luca is kissing me. Finally. I close my eyes, letting the fantastic dream take over my senses. Nothing else exists but us. Blood pounds through my veins. I can only hear the ragged breathing between Luca and me as he tentatively brushes his thumb over my jawline. It feels electric, sending shockwaves to my heart, jolting me into action.
I dare to move my lips against his, and for a moment, I worry that I’ve ruined the whole thing. But Luca responds with enthusiasm, leaning into the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He tastes sweet in an understated way, which is just like him. Tough and rough and burly on the outside, but a big, cute softie on the inside. At least, that’s how he is with me. I’m the only one who knows the real him, who’s ever seen the true Luca. It melts my heart to think that he’s always been his sweet, caring, loving self with me and no one else. Has he been mine this whole time? Has he been waiting for this moment, too?
My racing thoughts melt away when Luca traces his hands down the length of my sides, my nerves tingling, spreading out in waves with each new place he touches me. He grabs my hips, and in one smooth, steady motion, he pulls me onto his lap as if I weigh nothing. He wants me as badly as I want him, and the realization lights a burning fire in my core, sending aching pulses of need between my legs.
His beard tickles my sensitive skin as he moves his lips down to my jawline, down the side of my neck, leaving hot, moist kisses in a trail to my collarbone. My hands shake ever so slightly as I finally let them sink into the deep, thick waves of Luca’s brown hair. The sensation of his silky strands sliding between my fingers brings a moan to my lips. This feels heavenly, just as I’d imagined all those times behind the scenes on set. Keeping these internal moans, these thoughts, these wants to myself. It feels good to finally let it out, to finally feel him in my arms. I let out another soft whimper, enjoying the release.
“Fuck, Sasha. You’re so beautiful,” Luca says, his voice scraping out like sandpaper. Something presses against that magical spot at my center. I gasp, realizing its Luca’s hard-on. Ohmygod, I’m turning him on. The realization turns me on, makes me feel sexy and powerful. I tilt my hips slightly, letting my body explode with pleasure as I press against his steel length. Another moan escapes me.
Luca slips his hands under the hem of my shirt. The heat radiating off his body brings me to a boil, and I almost scream out when his thumbs brush over the tips of my nipples. I grip his hair tighter, excited for what I hope is coming next.
“You like that?” He asks, breathing raggedly. The sound is rough and titillating. I let my head fall back, overwhelmed by the feeling of his calloused fingers toying with my breasts that I almost don’t notice my wig fall to the ground. My silky brown waves fall to the sides of my face, making me feel entirely free. There’s no more hiding behind the pretense that we’re getting into character for the sake of a lighting test. This is Luca and Sasha, finally giving in to the building attraction that’s been eating at their hearts for years.
With arms still wrapped around each other, our clothes almost entirely melted away by the scorching heat between us, Luca and I stare into each other’s eyes. It feels so good to finally be able to look at him, take all of him in, and not worry that I might be caught. The stare of his chocolatey brown eyes bores into me, fanning the blazing passion in my core. A palpable hunger emanates in the air between us, giving his lusty gaze an intensity that has me breathless. His eyes stop moving when they reach my breasts, braless and perky behind my tight workout tank top. They’re so ready for him to touch them again. A smirk spreads on his beautiful lips. It sends me over the edge.
“Are you sure that’s all the characters do in the scene?” I whisper, barely able to catch my breath and so fucking eager for more of whatever this is between us.
“Unfortunately,” he says, leaning in close to my lips again.
I wonder if he’s going to give in to the magnetic pull driving his cock hard against my core. “Bummer,” I whisper absentmindedly. God, I want more. I want so much more. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want Luca inside me right now. I want to feel his hard body against mine. I want to explore every angle of the muscled planes of his gorgeous physique.
Of their own free will, my hands travel down to the hem of Luca’s shirt, tugging it up, revealing his perfect abs. They have me salivating instantaneously. Luca lets me pull his shirt all the way off, lets my fingers trace the lines of his pecks down to the V shape pointing to his impressive erection ready for me.
“I’ve always thought the scene could use a major rewrite,” his voice scrapes out, pure carnal desire. It evaporates every last remaining restraint in my body.
“Then let’s rewrite it.”
Chapter Four
Luca
Sasha pulls me into a desperate kiss that has my heart beating in my throat. She’s so soft against my lips, so warm and responsive to my touch. Her hands slip down to the bulging erection in my pants. She shakily messes with the button on my jeans. I impatiently help her out. A moment later, I finally free my erection from the confines of clothing. Sasha looks down at me, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. I place my hand on hers, guiding it down to my cock.
She strokes me gently at first, looking up at me from under fluttering long eyelashes. Then she grips me tightly at my base and pulls me toward her, drawing the breath from my lungs with every pump of her firm, yet petite hand. Sasha plays with my mouth, exploring every angle with her tongue. She pulls my hair, bites my neck, and breathes low and sexy and shallow near my ear. It drives me fucking mad. I want to ravage her, but I can barely move. I’m so overcome with satisfaction.
Sasha moves off the couch and, with a sultry look that tells me I better hold on to something, she bends to her knees in front of me. Before I can say anything, she sucks me into her mouth in an explosion of pleasure.
My breath catches, my stomach muscles lurch, and I grip my hands into fists to prevent myself from ripping the couch in two. God damn, this feels fucking amazing. She’s like a vacuum of rapture. My eyes roll back in my head, and I can’t see or feel anything except her mouth on my cock. Warmth spreads through me, threatening to set me and the couch on fire.
Without taking her mouth off me, Sasha pulls my pants all the way down to my ankles. She unlaces my shoes and takes them off, followed by the rest of my clothes. I’m entirely naked in no time. Sasha’s always been talented with her hands. She looks up at me, her big blue eyes probably enjoying the view from that angle. The sight of my thick, hard length deep in her mouth, her wide eyes looking up at me with a dark desire in them prompts another surge of hunger through me.
I have to have her. Now.
“Stand up,” I command, trying to keep my voice low and level. Sasha does as I say, standing before me like a confident goddess, her brown waves cascading down her shoulders, her pouty lips twisting into a sexy smirk. “Take your clothes off,” I add. She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Please?” she says, teasing me.
My eyes are practically dancing with lust, my body trembling with a barely contained need to pull her to me. “Please, for the love of Cine, strip for me, Sasha. I want to see your body completely naked. I want to feel you wrapped around me so tight I can’t breathe.”
A huge smile breaks out on Sasha’s face. She slips her sneakers off, then slowly tugs down the waistline of her tight yoga pants. They hug her in all the right places, accentuating every beautiful muscular curve of her legs from her ass down to her ankles. I hav
e to hold myself back as she bends forward, pulling the material completely off and kicking them to the side. She’s wearing a bright blue lacy thong that has my fingers itching to slip it off her.
“Looking good?” she asks, always one for an inside joke.
“So fucking good, Sasha, it hurts.” I don’t care that my voice sounds so desperate. I need her, and I need her to know what she’s doing to me. She runs her hands up her stomach, letting her shirt bunch up just below her breasts. My breath catches in my throat at this striptease of epic proportions. I watch with bated breath as Sasha lowers the shirt strap over her shoulder, but her shirt is so fucking tight that it doesn’t fall. It’s like it’s plastered to her skin. Sasha’s nipples poke through the fabric, sending my testosterone on a fucking field trip. She’s always wearing workout clothes on set, but this outfit is my favorite. The skin-tight material leaves nothing to the imagination, yet my dreams are haunted by thoughts of what I’d do to her if I ever got the balls to make her mine.
Sasha lifts the shirt over her head and lets it drop to the ground by her feet, revealing those beautiful perky breasts. They’re more perfect than anything my brain could come up with. Goddamn it, I can’t wait any longer.
“Come here,” I growl.
Sasha practically skips over to me with a smile lighting up her face more beautifully than any set lights could. She jumps on my lap and runs her hands through my hair. It seems she likes doing this, and I’m not complaining. It feels incredible to be in her arms. I grab her bare ass and pull her close to me, letting my dick nestle between her legs, pressing up against the moist lacy fabric of her panties.
“You’re so wet.” I kiss up her neck, bringing my hands to her breasts once more, this time able to watch what her soft, milky flesh looks like as I grope her. She lets out a soft moan. I press myself into her further, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“I’m always wet for you, Luca.”
Her words, combined with the soft sensation of her hand sliding down my back, causes goosebumps to break out over my arms. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” I breathe.
“What are you waiting for?”
Her smile lets a deep, guttural groan loose inside me. “Climb on top of me,” I say.
She hesitates for a moment before standing from my lap. She lets her panties drop to her ankles while I lay down along the length of the couch. She climbs onto all fours, sticking her beautiful round ass in my face.
“Like this?” she asks.
I stare at her slick, wet folds in front of me, fighting back the urge to devour her like a goddamn animal. “Just like that,” I say, barely able to control my breathing. I grab her waist and pull her close to me, letting the glorious smell of her sex take over my mind with the single desire to taste her.
I run my tongue over her slit, totally relishing in the way her body convulses. She responds immediately, arching her back and pushing herself closer to me. She already can’t get enough. I suck her into my mouth, aggressively flicking her clit with my tongue, holding her writhing hips in place with my secure grip. She moans, her breaths turning shallow.
“Luca, that feels so good,” she pants.
Unable to form a cohesive sentence at this point, I tug her hand down to my cock, eager to feel her mouth again. She obeys instantly, sucking me into a tight vacuum of pleasure. I let out a groan, and she responds with a whimper. Our hips buck toward each other as our breathing turns to panting. Sasha sucks me until I have no control. I explode in her mouth, and she gulps every ream of cum down like she’s starving for it.
“Mmmm,” she moans, wiping her chin. I continue lapping against her with my tongue until Sasha arches her back and sucks in a breath. Cream pours from her slit as she comes so fucking close to the edge.
“Wait, stop,” she breathes.
I lick my lips, dizzy from her scent. “Is everything okay?”
She nods. “Yes, so good.”
“But you don’t want me to keep going?”
Sasha stands at the edge of the couch, leans over, and grips the sofa’s back. Her breasts dangle above me, her long, beautiful legs are spread in an A shape, and she curves her tailbone, so her ass is perked in the air, beckoning me to fuck her.
“I want to come with you inside me,” she says.
Chapter Five
Sasha
Luca practically jumps from the couch. He grabs something from the pocket of his crumpled pants on the floor. A moment later, I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper. I watch over my shoulder with a smirk as he sheathes himself with the latex. The sight of him touching himself, standing tall with his entire naked, perfectly fit form bared and ready to fuck me has me pouring like a goddamn faucet for him.
“Luca, please,” I beg.
In an instant, he’s standing behind me. He grips his hands on my hips and presses the tip of his thick penis against my swollen folds. I hold my breath as he slowly pushes himself inside me. I arch my back to give him better access, loving how his cock presses against my walls as I try to find the best angle. He pushes himself further and further inside me until his thick, curly public hair is pressed up against my ass.
I let out a deep, satisfied breath, almost ready to cry from relief. Luca growls, slowly pumping into me. It feels incredible to have him inside me, to finally be as close as two people can be. He pulls himself almost entirely out of me and then rams himself back inside with a forceful thrust. I cry out his name, overcome with a pulsing ecstasy.
“You like that, huh?”
I nod my head, gripping the backboard of the couch ever tighter, unable to form words. He thrusts into me again and again, harder each time, his balls slapping against my skin. It’s so fucking erotic. He grips my hips so tightly there’s bound to be bruises there tomorrow. But I don’t care. I’ve been yearning for this moment for the last four years. I’ll take it rough, bruised, and battered if it means having Luca be mine. Another cry slips out as he reaches his hands forward to grope my breasts. I can barely fucking breathe, it feels so goddamn good. I’ve lost the ability to form any sort of words, any cohesive thoughts. The only thing that matters now is how it feels to have Luca fuck me like he needs me more than he needs oxygen.
When I think I might die from overwhelming ecstasy, Luca reaches a hand around to press his thumb against my clit, rubbing it in harsh, forceful circles of pressure. I gasp, bucking toward him, arching my back, falling toward the couch but never breaking my iron grip on the edge. He thrusts into me so hard it hurts but in the best way. I wish I was deeper, that there was more room for him to fuck me. And judging by the way he greedily thrusts himself in me again and again, pulling me as close to him as he can, shows he can’t get enough of me either. It makes this all the more erotic, adding a blanket of pleasure to the harshness of his actions.
“Luca,” I cry, on the verge of tears it feels so good. He ramps up his speed, unable to stop. His breathing turns to animalistic grunting. I’m panting like a dog, seeing stars, unable to catch my breath, overcome with waves of pleasure as he makes me come. My core tightens around him in an explosive orgasm that has me weak in the knees. Luca lets out a deep, slow breath, lightly pumping into me once, twice, three times before gently pulling out.
I drop to the couch, lying on my back, catching my breath and enjoying the pulsating pleasure that’s numbing every part of my body. Luca deals with his condom and lays on top of me, resting his head on my breasts. He kisses my stomach, and we lie there until I’m able to see straight again.
“Fuck,” he says between my boobs.
“You said it.”
He chuckles. The deep, authentic sound fills me with an intense love for this man I know so well.
Just then, a soft beeping sound fills the room. I whip my head around, taking in the sight of the camera sitting on a tripod, silently filming us at this very moment. A blush breaks out on my face.
“Oh fuck, we’re recording!” I burst into a fit of nervous laughter.
“
Shit, I forgot.” Luca stands, his burly form so fucking handsome, his cock still hard for me, and saunters over to the camera. “You think the director will accept our rewrite?” He smirks, then presses a button that stops the beeping.
“I think that was way too good for a student film. We gotta send that to PornHub.”
His laugh is cut when a look of realization falls on his face. “Actually,” he says, “looks like we won’t be sending our little movie to anyone.”
I give him a questioning look and prop up on my elbows.
“I forgot to put in an SD card.” He opens the SD slot to reveal there’s nothing inside. We burst into laughter.
“What a rookie movie,” I joke. He shrugs his shoulders, runs his hand through his hair.
“That was hot, Sasha. We could totally start our own little side business.” He flashes a sexy grin my way.
“Well then, I guess that means we’re gonna have to do it all again.”
He tilts his head to the side, a knowing grin spreading on his face. I open my arms, beckoning him to let me wrap them around him once more. He joins me on the couch, pinning me to the cushion with his massive, muscular body. I wrap my arms around his torso, feeling down his back. His beard tickles me as he licks up my chest, up to my neck, kisses my chin.
“You’re totally right,” I think aloud. “We could play around with some different angles, bump up production value a bit. PornHub would have nothing on us.” He smirks against my neck, sending a shiver to my fingertips.
“Knowing you, I’m gonna guess you mean camera angles and not sex positions.”
I run my fingers through his lovely hair again. “Actually, I meant both.”
“God, I fucking love you.”
My breath catches. Hearing those words come out of Luca’s mouth melts me entirely. It feels so right to hear him say that, and I think I’ve felt the same way for a long time. I’m his, and he is mine, and it was always meant to be that way.
