“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 have 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 acce
ss, 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.
It just took a moment of solitude between the two of us to finally let that realization come to the surface.
“I love you, too.”
Back Row Show
Back Row Show is comedic short college fling featuring a nerdy hero and a sassy heroine. It’s the third book in the Film School series and can be read as a standalone.
Lila
I’m not the kind of girl who has a “type,” but I can’t get sweet, nerdy Joe out of my head.
He’s a curious, enthusiastic guy and I want more than anything for him to be as excited about me as he is about old Hollywood.
The thing is, Joe’s true love is the silver screen.
To get his attention, I’m going to have to tear it away from the leading ladies of the past.
And the only way to do that is to catch him where I know he’ll be, in the back row…
Joe
Lila Burdock is cooler than every bad-ass heroine in every movie ever made, and I’m head-over-heels in love with her. There’s just one problem: she doesn’t know I exist.
At least, that’s what I thought, until Lila makes a move on me during our Film History screening.
I’m not the most experienced guy, but is a crowded, quiet theater the best place for a first date?
Lila sure seems to think so, and apparently there’s more than one way to get to know each other…
If you love sexy nerds, sweet romance, and steamy sex scenes, you’ll love this fun college fling.
This story takes place at Tempt University, where academic tensions run high and everyone is overdue for a sizzling, lust-fueled fling to get back on track (even the professors). Welcome to Tempt University!
Chapter One
Joe
I sign my name on the attendance sheet and trudge up to the back row of the theater. I’ve got so much studying to do for finals it’s not even funny. Though film history movie screenings are my favorite part of being a Film Studies major, I can’t spare the extra three hours today. Not when I’ve got four GE’s that are sucking the life out of me with every failed pop quiz and essay. If I don’t pass those finals, there won’t be any more film history classes. Period. Hence, why I plan to dip out of this screening as soon as the lights go down. I can always watch the movie on my own time at home, which is what I’m going to have to do.
I settle into my seat at the back of the theater. There’s never anyone back here usually, except for the kids who always leave early. Usually, I hate those kids. How could you shit on the films of our past like that? I silently think as they hustle out the minute the movie starts playing. What’s the point of attending film school if you’re going to ditch all the classes? Not to mention the easiest course of all, which is literally just watching a movie. But I digress. Today, I’m one of those ignorant turds. I’m such a hypocrite.
On the edge of my seat with one hand still grabbing my backpack strap, I impatiently jiggle my leg, waiting for the rest of the students to file in and take their seats. It’s not until I notice so
meone making her way to the back row near me that I stop jiggling my leg, stop breathing, stop moving entirely.
Lila Burdock.
Lila is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on, including every heroine in every movie ever made. She has her own unpredictable clothing style, never hangs out with the same people twice, and is always writing on her mini laptop. I wouldn’t classify her as a partier, but Lila’s not a total movie nerd either. She’s right in the middle. Perfect. Lila gets good grades, but she doesn’t stress about it. Probably never like I do. She knows a ton about film history and on set filming techniques and, shit, everything, simply because she’s genuinely interested in film. I bet she never has to study at all.
Today she’s wearing an adorable flowery short-sleeved dress that buttons down to her knees. The slinky material catches on every petite curve of her no-doubt perfect body as she makes her way toward me up the aisle.
Holy shit, she’s heading my way.
I watch, completely in awe, as she sits three seats from me. Fuck, it’s Lila freaking Burdock. She’s gorgeous in a striking, unique way. I always thought she’d fit in on the helm of a steampunk airship, or as a kick-ass Tomb Raider with short, wavy black hair and smaller breasts. Breasts that are always braless. Those babies may be little, but they’re perky as hell. She’s delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones, beautiful full lips, striking black hair that never falls in the same way, and deep, milky brown eyes. I couldn’t have come up with a character like her, even in my wildest dreams. Which, let’s be honest, frequently involve Lila.
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