Chapter 16

Kane

Sasha looks at me from where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I can see a strange mix of emotions in her eyes. She’s nervous, that much is clear. But there’s something else. Something that looks a lot like desire. Directed at me. And I’m pretty sure she isn’t trying to get into character.

The nerves win out and she looks away, scanning the soundstage. I lean back on the bed with my hands clasped behind my head and do the same. There aren’t a lot of people around right now. Significantly less than any other scene we’ve filmed together. In fact, I think the only other times I’ve shot scenes with this few people watching have been when it was a scene like today’s.

A sex scene.

And not just any sex scene, but Sasha’s first ever. It’s pretty cool of the director to have a minimal crew for this out of consideration for her. It’s got to be difficult for a woman to take her clothes off in front of a camera for the first time. And then to pretend to have sex? Yeah. Can’t be the best. I mean, maybe it’s like that for some guys. As for me, I don’t really know. I’m not the best sample of the male acting population. I kind of like the sex scenes.

And I’m going to really fucking love today’s. Because it’s with Sasha. And in spite of the fact that we’ve worked hard to keep our hands to ourselves, I’m so fucking excited to get to touch her today, even if it is just for a scene. I hope that doesn’t make me pathetic, but fuck it if it does. This woman has the most rocking body I’ve ever seen—hell, that I’ve ever had—and that one taste just wasn’t enough. I need more of her. And today, I’m going to get it, even if it isn’t quite the way I’d prefer.

You know, alone. Behind closed doors. Actually fucking.

I sit up and reach for Sasha’s hand, closing my fingers around hers. When she turns to meet my eyes, I see the desire outweighing the nerves this time. Good. That will make it easier for her.

“Hey,” I tell her, “it’s okay. I’m a pro.”

She smirks, some of the nervousness fading. “Yeah, I know.” Then she actually winks.

I glance around, but no one is paying us any attention yet. They’re still fucking with the lighting and sound. “Is that how it is then?” I tease. “Because I can definitely show you some of my professional skills if you need a little one-on-one coaching.”

Sasha rolls her eyes, but she smiles in amusement. “Don’t tempt me.”

I fucking knew it. She wants me as badly as I want her. I mean, I was pretty certain about it before, but she all but admitted it just now, right? Fuck, I really do want her. I can’t remember ever being this hung up on a woman before.

Just when I’m about to say something super cheesy, I’m saved by the crew calling out and telling us they’re ready to start filming.

Sasha takes a deep breath and climbs up onto the bed next to me. We’ve already done all the lead-in scenes, so now it’s just the actual sex scene left.

I run my hand up and down her arm slowly as soon as the director calls action, and she breaks out in a shiver. Yeah, she’s definitely not acting.

I lean in and curl my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her to me, and I kiss her. Slowly at first, building it up. Then I deepen the kiss as her lips part on a sigh, my tongue dipping inside her mouth to tease hers. A soft moan escapes her throat, and I wrap my arms around her tightly, lifting her up and settling her on my lap.

Sasha grinds against me, the thin fabric of her panties doing nothing to hide how wet and hot she is.

Oh, fuck.

How am I supposed to keep this professional when I know how wet she is? For me.

Slowly, I pull her shirt up and over her head so that she’s bared, left in nothing but her thin, silky panties—now completely soaked.

This is going to be a fucking awesome sex scene. Because I’m totally not acting right now, and neither is she. Anyone who sees this scene is going to be in awe because it is that damn sexy. I can just tell.

Rolling her onto her back, I kiss my way down her neck, and then slide my tongue over her rigid nipple. She gasps and jerks in surprise, but then moans in pleasure.

That wasn’t part of the scene. What can I say? I like to improvise. It’ll make good TV. And it will make my girl that much closer to coming. Because I just can’t help myself. I’ve been given an opportunity here. And I’m that bastard who’s happy to take it.

Returning my mouth to Sasha’s, I murmur against her lips. “I’m going to make you come, baby.”

Her hips buck against mine, and I know she wants it too.

Angling myself so that what I’m doing isn’t visible, I continue the motions of the sex scene for the cameras. But between the two of us it’s a different story; I slip my hand between her legs and slide my fingers through her slick folds. Fuck, her pussy is so wet. I just want to bury my hands, my face, my cock, everything inside of her and stay there forever.

Circling my thumb over her swollen clit, I listen as her breath comes faster. She’s panting as she claws at my back and shoulders, and her bucking hips are going to make this sex scene one of the best I’ve ever shot. There'll be no faking this orgasm. Not on my watch.

I vaguely hear the director give some feedback on how the scene is going, something about the climax, and that’s my cue.

I thrust two fingers deep into Sasha’s wet heat and she cries out, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes so fucking hard that it’s all I can do not to pull my cock out and drive it home right this second.

I barely restrain myself, and when Sasha comes down from what I think was a pretty mind-blowing orgasm, I pull my fingers out and surreptitiously lift them to my mouth, giving her a sly wink as I lick them clean.

She half-gasps, half-whimpers, and I know then that I can’t do this. I have to have her.

The director calls out, telling us what a great job we did. “You both have a break until late afternoon. Great shoot.”

Before I can say anything to Sasha, she’s up off the bed and headed toward her dressing room.

Shit.

I hope I didn’t royally fuck things up. I get up from the bed and follow her. There's only one way to find out.