Chapter 7
Chapter seven
“Hi,” I hear softly, accompanied by a pat on my leg.
“Sasha?” Another, more insistent pat with a little shake. “Um, are you awake?”
My eyes flutter open to find Lucy’s face inches from my own.
I tense every muscle as I fight against my instinct, a lifetime of training urging me to snap her neck.
I have to remind myself that she isn’t a threat.
At least, not a murderous one. No, this is a completely different kind of hazard.
This is a bubbly five-and-a-half-foot woman who was clearly placed in my life to remind me that the bratva might not be as bad as I thought.
I was relieved to have a hiatus from the family business, but I’m not sure what’s worse: risking my life every other night or being awakened by Little Miss Sunshine.
Squinting, I see her smile widen. “Oh good, you’re awake!
I was making my morning matcha and thought to myself, I wonder if my roommate Sasha would like a cup as well.
But then, well, you were asleep, and I remembered we were supposed to start filming earlier today.
I did some quick math, and considering your morning shower and little…
um…exercise routine, you should be getting up soon anyway. So…”
I sit up, causing the blanket to fall, and she finally stops talking.
Her mouth drops open as her attention is drawn to where the obnoxious smiley-face blanket pools in my lap.
I’m naked beneath it, and even though the material covers everything, it’s obvious I’m not wearing anything underneath.
When she brings her attention back to my face, her eyes are as wide as her mouth.
It’s good she has a big mouth. It’ll definitely be able to fit around the fat head of my cock.
I raise an eyebrow at her and smirk as I pretend I’m going to get up, daring her to stay where she is beside me and watch my blanket fall.
To my relief, she gets up, and fuck me does she have the most delectable ass I’ve ever seen.
When she took her skirt off yesterday, I thought I was imagining things, but watching it jiggle in her thin sleep shorts with every step she takes confirms it.
This is definitely better than my family obligations.
Her whole body is a wet dream. Her curves are out of this world—Greek goddess level.
Most of the women in my circles think men want a walking stick.
And I suppose many do. They certainly are easy to throw around when you’re weak as fuck.
Lucky for my personal taste in women, I have no problem tossing around some weight.
I like to have some flesh to dig my fingers into while I hold them in place.
I enjoy the way their ass ripples as I drive into them.
My fantasy about how her perfect ass would look as I fuck her from behind is ruined by her yelling from the kitchen.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?” I grumble.
She pops out from the room with a smile on her face, the pep in her stride causing her tits to bounce. “Do you want some matcha? Or I have some homemade kombucha if you’d prefer that…”
We stare at each other, my face blank of any emotion as she grins. “No,” I say. The bright blanket falls to my feet as I stand to go shower, giving her a clear view of my ass. Maybe that will shut her up about that damn matcha.
Stepping under the hot water, I wrap my fist around my erection and squeeze until I feel a little sting.
I’ve been sporting morning wood from the time I woke up that not even her rambling eased.
I groan, thinking about the way her soft skin felt under my touch yesterday.
My hand begins moving up and down my length as my mind floods with the memory.
She melted into me. Her body responded to my words and touch so well.
I know she’d be such a good fucking girl for me.
Before I know it, I’m coming, marking the tiled shower walls with my release. I’m not sure when the last time I came this hard was, but it damn sure wasn’t from my own hand. Fuck!
What is it about this woman that has me so on edge?
Why her? I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this ravenous for a woman.
I’ve had some of the kinkiest sex with some of the sexiest people and this is what’s doing me in?
A pretty girl whose body responded like normal to a man whispering dirty things in her ear and strumming his fingers across her skin?
I’m sure this was just a fluke. She’s just different from the norm for me. That’s all. She’s chatty and kind and a ray of fucking sunshine. A far cry from the shadows I usually frequent. I’m sure that after a few more scenes, my dick will get used to her.
“Cut!” Blanche says, shaking her head. “No, no, no, this just isn’t…it.”
We’ve been working for hours to get this scene right, but to say this kindly, Lucy does not know how to give a lap dance.
“Lucy, darling, you have to be sensual. Bring him to the edge of dropping to his knees to beg for you.” Blanche pauses to gesture toward us. “Dig into whatever reserve you pulled from yesterday because whatever you’re doing isn’t even going to get a virgin off.”
Lucy deflates in my lap, her body slumping as she hangs her head.
“Alright then, from the top, everyone,” Blanche says with a sigh.
Lucy looks up, and I can tell she’s fighting back tears. “Give us just a minute,” I say to the room as I turn off the mic.
I bring my attention to the woman in my lap. “Hey, pretty girl, don’t cry. Have you ever given a lap dance before?”
She shakes her head. Of all the times she could say something, she remains quiet.
Giving her a soft smile, I rub calming circles on her cheeks with my thumbs. “Performing something new for the first time can be intimidating in a situation like this. You’re such a brave girl to try, though. I’ll walk you through it, okay, Sunshine?”
She nods.
I let the room know we’re ready, then whisper for her to follow my lead before turning my mic back on.
I slowly place each of her arms around my neck and fight a shiver as my body reacts to her touch.
It’s impossible to take my eyes off her as I move my hands down her soft body to her hips.
Her skirt has ridden up almost all the way to her waist, and my fingers itch with the urge to debauch her more.
I could be a gentleman and leave my hands on the fabric, but I’m not.
Instead, I pull it up even higher so that her ass is on full display.
She gasps when she feels the cool air hit her bare skin, and I can feel her skin pebbling.
I rub my hands up and down her thighs to warm her.
“Are you ready?”
She continues to stare at me, her eyes clearing up by the second. Again, she doesn't say anything and just nods her head.
Placing my hands back on her hips, I squeeze tight enough for her to yelp, then slowly start rocking her back and forth to the beat of the music.
She’s stiff at first, and I can tell she’s still uncomfortable.
I lean into her, burying my face in her neck and trailing soft kisses up to her ear.
“Loosen up, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here.
” Her breathy moan is barely audible but goes straight to my dick.
“Show me you want me just as bad as I want you,” I say, briefly pulling her down on my growing erection.
I can’t help but smirk at her gasp. When I lean back to see her reaction, she’s staring at me again, this time with wide eyes.
Her skin is already blushing dark pink, and I can tell this is out of her comfort zone, but she’s loosening up regardless.
More so than any other take so far, anyway.
I take advantage of the moment and get back to the script, only deviating slightly to encourage her along.
“That’s it, just like that. You’re doing so well. This ass was made for me, wasn’t it? If you don’t want me to bend you over my desk and fuck it right now, you’d better show me why I should let you have control. Show me how you’d ride my dick.”
The dirtier my words, the more she gets into the dance.
When she doesn’t need my guidance anymore, I let my hand roam from her hips to her ass.
Her eyes haven’t left mine this whole time, and I’ve watched her pupils grow with desire.
She’s not alone. My dick is now fully hard from her grinding, and I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like for her to ride me.
I’m not one to let go of control easily, so I rarely crave this position, but it’s all I can think about.
Gripping her ass harder than necessary, I pull her toward my erection again, and she shudders when my length glides across her clit.
I feel you, Sunshine. I want it too. She’s wearing a flimsy thong, so functionally, the only thing separating us is my slacks.
I should give us both a reprieve and let her move back, but I can’t help myself.
I hold her in place with one hand while the other finds her covered breast.
Every time she grinds down on me, her body reacts, and before long, she’s a mess.
Her breath is sporadic, her body shaking more and more, and she’s moaning loud enough for the room to hear.
She throws her head back, finally breaking our stare, and closes her eyes.
I didn’t even notice how much I needed her gaze, but the moment it’s gone, I feel like I can’t breathe.
Before I can stop myself, I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her face back to mine.
“Look at me,” I growl, squeezing just short of cutting off her airway.
She bites her bottom lip as she moves her hands from around my neck to rake through the back of my hair. It’s not in the script, but I have to taste her. I can’t help myself as I move my hand from her neck to her jaw, pulling her mouth to mine.
“Cut!”