OLIVER
She was on my mind all day.
Kassie.
Images, thoughts, feelings, sensations drifted through my mind during takes, while I sat in my chair, watching the action, staring but not seeing, lost in my own thoughts.
Thoughts of her.
The way she looked as she orgasmed. The sounds she made. The way her body felt wrapped around mine. How it felt to be inside her again. So right. So perfect.
It felt like coming home. Belonging.
I shook my head at those words.
But everything I had remembered, every memory I kept hidden in the deepest recesses of my heart, was now forefront, brought to life once again and entangled with the reality of last night.
I had only stayed because she asked me to. I had liked the fact that she needed me. No one really needed me these days. I was a useful commodity. But not a person.
Kassie, though, needed my presence. Chose my arms and comfort to ease her distress.
And I liked holding her. I hated her story, and a small part of me wished her tormentor were still alive so I could find him and beat the shit out of him.
However, the truth was he was better off dead.
Kassie knew she was safe from him—that he could never again bother her—and that was far more important.
When she had pleaded with me to be with her, my only hesitation had been in her pain. But once she assured me that she was okay, there was nothing I wanted more. I had been wanting her for days.
The fact of the matter was, I had never truly stopped wanting her. She was always there in the back of my mind. The one I let get away. The woman I secretly longed for but kept buried in my memories instead of acknowledging my feelings.
And her confession blew me out of the water.
I had been her only lover. This beautiful, sexy woman had only ever slept with me.
I felt like the possessive alpha type she teased me of being.
Something inside me roared in absolute satisfaction that I had been her first, her only, to know her that way. To love her body.
The caveman in me was still lifting his arm, brandishing his club, and grunting mine into the night sky. Or whatever word they used in caveman days. I thought they all basically sounded the same.
I chuckled and shook my head, stopping my random thoughts.
I focused on Davis directing the shot, clearly frustrated when it wasn’t what he wanted.
“Cut!” he yelled again, running his hand through his hair in vexation. He studied the screen. “This isn’t right.”
“Try it from this angle,” I offered, before I could stop myself.
His head shot up. “What?”
“The lighting is great from here. I think the clouds are moving differently than you originally thought.”
I held my breath, expecting him to snap and tell me off. Inform me he was the director, not me. But he stood and moved behind me, studying the angle.
“It would play well off the shadows and create that somber effect you’re looking for in this scene,” I said quietly. “It’s too bright right now, I think?”
“Fucking right, it would,” he said, slapping my shoulder. “All right, everyone. Let’s move the marks. Reset.” He headed to the spot I pointed out. “Oliver,” he called. “Move your chair, but don’t leave. I might need your eyes again.”
I did as he instructed, feeling oddly proud.
Not many directors would listen to me or take my advice.
Frankly, I wouldn’t offer it to most of them, knowing I’d be shut down.
I was only an actor. Davis, however, was not your normal director.
And he made me feel as if I weren’t simply an actor. I appreciated that.
Not long after, the scene was filmed and in the can. Davis sat back, pleased. “Good catch,” he muttered. “You have an excellent eye.”
“Thanks.”
“Maybe you should think about a future in something other than acting. I’ve noticed the way you absorb knowledge. You ask great questions, and your instincts are sharp.”
“Funny, someone else suggested that lately as well.”
“If you want to discuss it further, come see me.”
“Thanks. I will.”
He rose, then paused and turned around. “How was Kassie last night? I know you were worried.”
“Better. She slept well.”
He lifted an eyebrow knowingly, and I cursed myself for letting that slip.
“I see,” he said dryly.
“I checked on her,” I offered lamely.
“I bet you did. I assume the landlady status has moved a few markers?” he said with a grin. “I don’t think she’ll be calling me.”
“No, she won’t.”
“Ah. Well, looks like lots of changes are ahead for you, Oliver. I wish you all the best.”
I stared after him, not bothering to correct him. Nothing was changing. My time with Kassie was limited to the film shoot. I had a good observation about a scene. A one-off. Once I left here in a few weeks, life would continue on the way it had before I’d come back to Richton.
I wasn’t sure why he would think differently.
The following evening, I was exhausted. It had been a day filled with problems and reshoots. So tired, I crashed in my trailer. I called Kassie, the sound of the falling rain rhythmic on the tin roof. She sounded breathless when she answered.
“Hello.”
“Hey, lovely.”
“Oh, hi,” she replied.
“Are you okay? You sound out of breath.”
“Oh, my lover just left.”
I paused, unsure how to answer, then heard her low giggle.
“Funny girl. I can’t be in two places at once.”
That made her hum. I liked that sound.
“I was putting pies in the freezer.”
“Any blueberry ones left over?”
“I might have made a few extra single ones.”
“I would love a slice right now.”
“When are you coming home?” she asked.
The word home warmed my heart a little, making me smile.
“Not until tomorrow when Davis finishes torturing us. I am so exhausted, I’m ready to crash on the sofa here.”
“Good. The roads are slick this time of the night.”
“I figured. I have a six-a.m. call too, and I thought if I stayed, I wouldn’t be tempted.”
“Tempted?”
“To stay up all night inside you.”
“Oliver,” she tutted. “You’re so…”
“Sexy? Hard to resist?” I teased.
“Rude.”
I laughed. “Not into phone sex, Kassie?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried,” she responded primly.
“Do you want to?”
“You just said you’re exhausted.”
“I can make you come, though,” I offered, dropping my voice. “Help you sleep.”
“Stop it.”
I chuckled. “Okay. Another time.”
“Did you eat?”
“Yeah, I did. The food is nowhere as good as yours—or Quinn’s. But I ate. No damn pie, though.” I had to snicker again. “I heard a few people bitch about that.”
“I see.”
I yawned, and Kassie was fast to speak. “Go to bed. Get some sleep. Heaven knows we didn’t get much last night.”
“Is everything okay today? Your back?” I asked, hating to hang up.
“Yes, it’s fine.”
“I wasn’t too rough, then.”
“You were perfect.”
“Not as perfect as you. I had a raging hard-on a lot today thinking of you. Of us.”
“Oliver,” she warned.
I kept going. “How you tasted. The way you felt around me. My God, you were beautiful. Watching you come was an erotic fantasy brought to life.”
Her voice became husky. “You were rather spectacular yourself.”
Then she shocked me.
“Your cock was as incredible as I remembered it.”
I shut my eyes at the raspy-sounding tone of her voice.
“Did you think about my cock a lot, Kassie?”
“Yes.”
“When?” I demanded, reaching down and cupping my growing erection.
“Late at night, when I was alone and feeling needy,” she replied. “I would close my eyes and remember us. Remember how we learned together. How beautiful you were. Your cock was always so amazing. It felt so good inside me. I always loved how you tasted too.”
My erection kicked up so hard, I almost came right then and there. Jesus, she was turning me on.
“Last night, you said you hadn’t had sex with another person in twelve years. How did you satisfy those needs?” I paused. “Do you have a toy hidden in your bedside table?” I asked with a growl in my voice.
“No.” There was a beat of silence. “I keep it in my dresser.”
I suddenly wasn’t tired anymore. I was ravenous—for her. “Get it.”
“Oliver.”
“Get it, lie on your bed, and let me help you. Let me talk you through it, my lovely. I can hear it in your voice. You need it. You need me.” I yanked down my sweats, stroking my cock, feeling pretty fucking needy myself.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
Kassie
I felt nervous, yet strangely excited, as I followed Oliver’s instructions. I lay on my bed, hearing his deep breathing on the phone.
“I’m here.”
“Is Bob with you?” he teased lightly.
“Jack,” I corrected.
“Jack?” he repeated.
“As in Jack Hammer.”
His fast inhale of air made me smile. “He’s got nothing on you,” I assured him. “But he took the edge off.”
“We’ll take the edge off tonight, but tomorrow, you’re all mine,” he responded. “Turn on your video.”
I fumbled in the dim light but did as he asked. His face filled my frame. “Hello, my lovely,” he rasped. “You are so beautiful. But lose the camisole.”
I sat up and drew it over my head slowly. He groaned. “Your tits are spectacular. Always have been. Touch them for me.”
I lay back and cupped my breast, making sure to hold the phone so he could see, I pinched my stiff nipple, moaning a little as I pretended it was him. His hands. His mouth.
He made a low sound in his chest. “More,” he demanded. “I want to see more. Show me all of you.”
I felt shy but empowered as I lowered the phone, hoping I was getting the right angle for him. I opened my legs, and he groaned. “You’re already turned on. Perfect.”
“Your voice does that,” I whispered. “It always did when we were together. I used to get wet just listening to you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I wish I were there.”
Then he narrowed his eyes. “Show me Jack.”
I held up my vibrator, and he smirked. “No wonder you prefer me, my lovely. Your Jack is lacking my girth. And length.”
“It was all I could find that didn’t scare me.”
He chuckled. “I’ll fuck you properly tomorrow. We’ll make do tonight. Now, I want you to touch yourself. Roll to the side and prop up the phone, and let me see.”
I quickly did what he said, making sure not to jar my back. I opened my legs and slid my free hand to my pussy, touching it. I was wet. Hot. I jerked a little as my fingers touched my clit, and I moaned.
“Harder, baby,” he encouraged. “Pretend those are my fingers touching you. Teasing you. Remember last night in the shower? The way my mouth worked you? How my tongue fucked you? The way my fingers felt deep inside, stroking you?”
“Oliver,” I whimpered, thinking exactly of how it had felt last night. The way he’d used his fingers and mouth together to bring me ecstasy. I moved my fingers faster, circling my clit, spreading the wetness around.
“Use your toy.”
I turned it on, swirling it around my pussy, then slowly inserted it. I shut my eyes at the sensation. It wasn’t Oliver, but it felt good. His voice filled my room. “Fuck yourself, baby. Show me.”
I flicked the switch to the next setting, letting it do its thing. I played with my clit as the vibrator pumped in and out, a steady rhythm that made me groan and arch my back.
“You are so fucking sexy, Kassie,” he groaned. “My cock is so hard just from watching you.”
“Pretend it’s my mouth,” I replied, opening my eyes and meeting his fierce gaze. “You always loved my mouth on you. Sucking and teasing your big cock.”
“Jesus,” he groaned. I knew he was working himself, and his movements sped up. “I do love your mouth. I love the fact that it’s only ever been my cock in your mouth. Your tight little pussy. They’re both mine. All fucking mine.”
“You have me wet and aching right now.” I gasped as I shifted, the angle more intense. “Oh God, Oliver.”
“Yes, say my name. Scream it when you come. Turn Jack to the highest setting and fly for me. Let me hear you come.”
I cried out as the sensation became overwhelming, the feeling of the vibrator intense and constant. His whispered dirty words. My clit pulsed, a firm, aching nub under my fingers. Oliver groaned, a long, low exhale of air, followed by my name.
“Fuck, Kassie, baby. I can’t—” His voice became garbled, lost in a long release of gratification.
I dropped the phone as my body locked down, and I came. Hard, strong waves of pleasure rushed through me, Oliver’s voice still echoing in my head, the orgasm taking away my breath and throwing me into a world of bright lights that exploded behind my eyes.
Until the frenzy was over and my body stilled. I shut off the vibrator, tossing it aside and curling into a small ball on my bed, suddenly feeling alone and vulnerable.
“Kassie,” Oliver crooned my name. “Pick up the phone, lovely.”
I fumbled for it, picking it up. He was there, his face concerned. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never done anything like that.”
“That was one of the hottest things I have ever seen,” he replied. “Thank you for trusting me.”
I sighed, feeling tired.
“You were incredible,” he assured me. “So beautiful. Don’t be embarrassed or regret it.”
“I don’t,” I assured him. “It just feels odd.”
“But good, right?”
“Yes.” It did.
“Then why do you look upset?”
I bit my lip then let the words out. “Because you’re not here to hold me.”
“Kassie,” he murmured. “I will be—tomorrow. I promise. It may be later in the evening, but I’ll come to you.”
“Okay.”
“Will you sleep?”
“Yes. Will you?”
He laughed. “Once I clean up, yes.”
I grinned. “Me too.”
He paused. “Sleep well, my lovely.”
“Night, Olly.”
He stopped and smiled. “You haven’t called me that since we were kids.”
“You hate it?”
“No. I missed it.”
“Okay, then.”
“Okay,” he murmured. “Night.”