“Heads,” Damien said.
The coin landed. The camera zoomed up on it.
“Tails,” the emcee said. “Antonio, would you like to go first or last?”
“Last,” Antonio said.
“Okay. We have a five-minute break with a word from our sponsor, and then Damien and Rita will perform a routine of their choice with added input from our two special helpers who will throw the dice. Until then.”
Antonio and Sasha waved to the cheering audience as they left the stage before heading back to their new dressing room.
“What are we going to do?” Sasha asked once the door shut. “Which routine?”
Antonio scanned the small room, visually checking for anything that appeared remotely like a listening device. He stepped close and whispered in her ear. “We won’t do any of the routines. We’ll go out there onstage and make love—the way normal people do it, with kissing, lots of touching and the giving and receiving of pleasure. Think you can do that?”
“What?” Had she heard right?
“Make love,” he repeated in a hoarse whisper.
Sasha shivered at the hot intensity in his eyes. That would mean displaying her emotions to Antonio, the viewing public. “You’re meant to divorce yourself from your feelings onstage. That’s what all the good sex performers do.”
“Sasha, that’s the teacher in you talking. We need a point of difference to make the audience sit up and take notice, make them remember what it’s like to be in love and how they feel when they’re expressing it. Reality shows are about voyeurism. The public comes to the shows to get their sexual satisfaction or as foreplay. Wouldn’t you like to remind them that sex isn’t just technique? It’s special. It’s an exchange of love.”
Sasha’s mouth fell open and she snapped it shut again. Antonio had expressed what she felt. It could have been her saying those words.
“Yeah, I know you’re shocked. Here’s another for you. Win or lose, this will be my last competition. Just the thought of finding another partner and being with someone else makes my cock go limp as a wet towel. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. I don’t want to have sex with anyone, but I want to make love to you. I love you, Sasha Greenacre, and I’m sorry as hell it’s taken me all these years to understand how I feel.”
“You said you loved me earlier.” Despite their kissing and talk in the dressing room, Sasha was frightened to believe his words, half convinced she was dreaming and would wake up alone in her single bed. She screwed her eyes shut, and when she opened them again, Antonio still stood in front of her.
A gentle smile creased his lips. “Believe it, Sasha.” He cupped her face with his hands. Lowering his head, he took her lips in a persuasive kiss, coaching a response from her. Sasha gave up her inner battle and clung to him. She’d loved Antonio for so long.
Eventually, Antonio pulled away and smiled down at her. “I love you, Sasha. We’d better get ready to go back onstage. Are you okay with my suggestion? We can go with the traditional one again.”
Sasha caught a trace of anxiety in his dark eyes. She hadn’t exactly leapt up and down expressing her joy. His declaration was a bombshell. She needed to analyze and think about the change in circumstances. It would be nice not to have to hide her feelings. But Antonio was a performer. He lived to perform.
She forced her thoughts of the future to concentrate on the present. “Are we going to apply body makeup or decorations this time? And what about music?”
Antonio slipped his fingers beneath the synsilk robe she wore and stroked her breast. His fingers drew ever closer to her nipple, but he didn’t touch. “Let’s go on the stage and try to pretend that we’re alone on a sandy beach with not a soul in sight. Imagine we’ve just discovered we’re going to have a baby. We’re excited and want to celebrate in the best way we know. We will touch and stroke and lick each other until we’re both desperate for more intimate contact. A celebration of life and each other.”
His husky speech wove a spell, his wandering hand drove her crazy, stoking a need so sharp that her body throbbed for him. Antonio parted her robe, so both breasts were visible to him. He took a taut nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the bud, alternatively stroking and scraping his teeth. Sasha shuddered, her head lolling back as she savored his touch. Like an elastic band, need stretched from her breast to her sensitive clitoris. She shrugged her shoulders and the synsilk robe slithered to the ground. Antonio sucked hard, a corresponding throb bringing a desperate need to climax.
Unable to help herself, she slid her hand between her legs and touched herself. Her digit shimmied across her swollen bud before Antonio’s fingers manacled her wrist.
“Hold that thought, sweetheart. This is the last time we’ll do this onstage.” His gaze was serious and intent. “After this, we’ll make love for fun, whenever the mood strikes us. Okay?”
Sasha shuddered, her heart thudding with exhilaration, with the inherent pleasure, at his words. He meant it. She allowed herself to believe. She’d always loved Antonio, but it was as if he’d shed a skin, a disguise he no longer needed.
This was the real Antonio.
“Okay.” She was unable to say more because of the lump that constricted her throat.
“Thanks,” he said, the hot yet affectionate look in his dark eyes saying it all. “Do you need lube before we start?”
Sasha shook her head, the tenderness she’d seen in his eyes still playing through her mind. He cared for her. He cared for her in the same way she cared for him. “I’m fine. I’m so ready, I’m going to have a problem holding my climax back.”
Antonio stooped to pick up Sasha’s robe and held it for her to don. He belted it then opened the door for her. They made their way to the stage entrance to wait for their cue to go onstage. Antonio spoke to the backstage hostess and arranged music.
Antonio whispered in her ear. “Don’t hold your climax back. Just let go and let me build you up for another. Two or even three if you can manage.”
Three? A spike of pleasure shot from her pussy. Anticipation sent a surge of wetness between her legs. Antonio would just need to touch her and she’d explode.
The Sex Idol host ran through his spiel, introducing them, reminded everyone of the dice thrower and the conditions the competitor needed to follow. If the woman threw a lick on the dice, then that’s what Antonio needed to do. Applause resounded, the opening notes in their chosen background music played—a throaty feminine singer urging her lover to come away with her. They stepped onto the stage.
Antonio sauntered over to the center of the stage, coming to a stop where the spotlight shone on a king-sized bed. Sasha glided after him, focusing solely on Antonio and the fantasy they were creating. She tuned in to the lyrics of the song and imagined arriving with Antonio in a tropical paradise, the gentle whoosh of the waves when they crept into shore, the doors from their bedroom open and a gentle sea breeze billowing the sheer curtains.
A slow grin crawled across his face and his eyes glowed as he turned to her. Competition mode. No, it wasn’t competition mode. It was pure Antonio with no secrets.
Antonio unplugged.
Sasha’s stomach jumped in sensual awareness before she surrendered to the fantasy.
Antonio slipped the royal purple robe from his body, leaving his form naked for the audience to see. In a bold, flirtatious move, Sasha gravitated closer, her lilac wrap fluttered around her bare legs. She trailed her fingers down his broad chest, his taut belly and along the velvet skin of his erect cock. Muscles rippled beneath her fingers. His cock pulsed. She licked her lips. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth.
The audience remained silent. Enthralled.
Antonio’s hands settled on her shoulders and swept the silky wrap away from her body, letting it float unwanted to the ground. Together, bare, the light played across their bodies, highlighting sensuous curves and toned planes.
“You look beautiful,” Antonio murmured.
A ripple of eagerness sped through the audience as if they sensed something out of the ordinary might happen. Bedazzled, Sasha stared deep into his eyes, very aware of his masculine scent and the warmth of his body. And the fact that he’d soon touch her, fill her with his cock. Give her pleasure…
Without warning, Antonio swung her into his arms, slid his lips over hers again in a lingering kiss with delicate tongue action that sent longing swirling the length of her body. He placed her on the bed and followed her down to the soft mattress, caging her with his body. Sasha tingled all over, a tremulous smile forming. Arousal hammered through her even though he’d barely touched her. He tugged on one nipple. Sasha arched, the taut sensation at her breast spiking the sensual need in her again. Then he kissed his way down her body and splayed her legs. Cool air blew across her nether lips yet she felt hot. Wet. Needy.
Antonio winked before he parted her folds, revealing her swollen clit. He licked one finger and circled her glistening bud with delicate precision. His hands dropped to cup her buttocks. He lifted her to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to lash across her clit in time to the slow beat of the music.
Tiny shivers of sensation shimmied through Sasha as she swallowed the moan that built at the back of her throat.
A blunt masculine finger trailed the across her cleft, torturing her with a quick punch of heat. He repeated the move then lifted his finger to his mouth to taste her juices. She wanted to taste him, too. Sasha moved, rearranging their bodies so they could both play.
An insistent voice said, “Lick.”
Antonio licked across her clitoris while Sasha ran her tongue along his penis and took the crown into her mouth. His hips rocked as he thrust instinctively, seeking more friction against the sensitive head of his cock. Sasha drew hard, fixating on her task despite the impending explosion building inside her with each tiny flicker of his tongue against her swollen flesh. He knew how to touch her, how to drive her to distraction.
She tasted his salty arousal, felt the way his cock grew bigger. Angling her head, she glanced down at Antonio. One look at him, the bliss upon his face buried in her core, and she toppled over the edge, fire whipping her, sensation swamping her as she shuddered through her climax. His dark eyes blazed with passion and satisfaction as he captured her gaze and held it. Silent communication passed between them.
Antonio would wait a little longer.
Sasha sat up and straddled his hips before he had a chance to move, gripping him with her inner thighs.
“Great ass,” a male hollered from the audience.
Ripped from her bedroom beach scene, Sasha waggled her butt and the catcalls increased so much it was difficult to hear the music.
Antonio froze, his hands gripping her hips. Something dark—jealousy, an emotion he hadn’t felt before—grabbed hold of him. He wanted to protest. Dammit, he wanted to grab up the frothy lilac robe he’d stripped off her and cover every inch of her delectable body.
“Antonio?” Sasha whispered, maintaining her wide smile for the benefit of the audience. “Picture the beach,” she whispered. “Think of us lying on the water’s edge.”
“Kiss,” a loud voice said.
Antonio drew Sasha down to kiss him. Their kiss was open-mouthed and his tongue surged inside to explore hers. His arms tightened around her slender body. Their limbs tangled, and they continued to kiss. The background noise faded. Antonio trailed a line of kisses across her face and down her neck.
He could almost smell the briny air and taste the salt and coconut oil on her skin. His hand shaped one breast then traced the fine network of veins beneath the skin. She sucked in a quick inhalation, her breasts moving as her lungs expanded. Antonio licked a delicate path around one puckered nipple. Using his knee, he parted her legs, baring her pussy to the sea breeze. As he fastened his mouth around her nipple, he slid his cock between her legs. He pushed deep into her and rested for long seconds, just enjoying the squeeze of her internal muscles and the tight fit.
Sasha undulated beneath him, freeing a spike of pleasure. Closing his eyes, he withdrew until the tip of him rested inside before thrusting deep. They shuddered together, Sasha’s gasp loud and urging him on. His thrusts took on a rhythmic pattern, each stroke leisurely and measured. Just enough to drive them both higher.
“Suck,” a voice intoned.
“Yeah, suck him off. He needs it,” a man shouted.
“Put him out of his misery!” a woman cried out.
Antonio frowned at the intrusion but followed the instruction, latching onto her breast. Sasha suckled at his neck, lightly biting, the scrape of her teeth erotic and arousing. He increased the pace of his thrusts, felt the tightening of her womb and the bite of her nails in his back an instant before she cried out, exploding into orgasm again.
Antonio withdrew from her, letting the audience get a good view of his cock when he stood. Fully erect and glistening with Sasha’s juices, he knew without conceit it was an impressive sight. He kept trying to focus on Sasha but the stupid woman with the dice kept interrupting.
“Impressive,” Sasha said, hidden microphones catching her words. Her gaze caressed his dick and was so hot he could swear she was actually touching him. All Antonio could think of was those lips wrapped around his cock. He knew how skilled those lips were. How they felt when they surrounded him with heat.
Sasha stretched out her hand to him. Antonio placed his hand in hers and she drew him down to the bed, pushing at his chest until he lay on his back.
As he watched her breasts sway, Sasha positioned her pussy over his aching cock. Slowly, she sank down in tiny increments until he wanted to beg her to hurry. Instead, she played him and the audience.
Her merry heckler band loved it.
“Make him suffer, sweetheart!”
“Let him beg.”
A big lady at the front jumped up on her seat. “Yowzer! I’ll take your place, girl. I want to get me some of that.”
“You gonna tease us all?” Antonio murmured, giving up his idea of shutting the audience out. They were here to see a show.
“Maybe,” Sasha said. She swiveled her hips, grinding her pelvis against the root of his cock.
It was sweet. It was torture. It was sweet torture.
The audience loved hearing their conversation while they made love and would score them higher because of it. But Antonio hated the lack of privacy. He hated them discussing Sasha’s ass. That ass belonged to him.
“Hey.” Sasha’s eyes grinned while her lips remained stern.
Man, she was hot. Antonio wanted more. She rocked against him, pumping his cock in and out of her tight sheath until begging words formed in his mind. A surge of wetness flooded her pussy and her lazy movements took on an urgency. She was close to release.
Dammit, he wanted to touch her, to feel her writhing beneath him. Without further thought, Antonio grasped her hips and rolled in one smooth move, tucking her beneath him. They remained connected, his cock wedged inside her. He slanted his lips over hers and drank deeply, tasting the cinnamon of her breath freshener and the exotic scent of the body oil she used to soften her skin.
“Yowzer! And you thought her backside was sweet!” the woman howled.
“He’s kissing her again.”
“Man, they’re sharing spit.”
“Germs,” someone added.
“I want some of those germs for me,” a young girl screamed.
Antonio resisted the urge to waggle his butt. They had the audience now. All they needed to do get through their performance. He blanked out everything but the feminine body he plunged in and out of. Their gazes locked. Antonio cupped her bottom and changed the angle of his thrust, plunging deep into her wet pussy. Sasha groaned. A growl vibrated deep in his chest as the pleasure built. It hazed his mind and when he felt the strong grip of her channel, he had to kiss her.
He mouthed one nipple, drawing the distended peak into his mouth but it wasn’t enough. He craved the intimacy of her mouth. Ant
onio felt her jolt as he slid his tongue across the seam of her lips. They’d discussed kissing, but she hadn’t expected as much. Sasha’s hands crept up to cradle his head while he plundered her mouth, letting his tongue surge and retreat in time with the thrust of his cock. A violent spasm of pleasure zapped him.
He thrust hard. Fast.
Antonio wanted to take her with him.
Simultaneous orgasms.
Flesh slapped flesh. Sasha moaned, arching upward. Antonio felt the tiny ripples in her pussy, clasping his flesh. Urging him on as she reached her zenith.
The audience started to chant. “Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!”
Antonio thrust again and let the orgasm take him. Deep. Swirling. So much pleasure he thought he might expire. And it felt even better because he was with Sasha.
“Fuck her! Fuck her!” the audience continued to call.
Resentment—a foreign emotion. He wanted to scoop Sasha off the bed and take her somewhere private where they could start all over without the clock ticking, without having to couple in a specific manner.
Antonio pushed the thought away and just held her for an instant longer, wallowing in the pleasure and satisfaction that release with Sasha brought.
Then, aware of the elapse of time, he withdrew his cock from her pussy and stood. He extended a hand to Sasha. Together, hand in hand, they faced the audience and bowed.
“Nice tits,” the man in the front row shouted.
Antonio’s smile never faltered, but he willed himself not to storm over to the front of the stage and plant his fist in the man’s leering face.
“Give them the back view,” Sasha whispered. “They seem to be an ass crowd.”
“Wait.” Antonio grasped her forearm to stop her turning her back to the audience. And he caged her in his arms, dipped her and kissed her long and hard to the cheers and applause of the audience. Then he scooped her off her feet and carried her from the stage in his arms. No one else would see her butt today. This was the woman he loved and after today, no one else was going to see her naked body but him.
The minute they appeared backstage, the hostess handed them robes. “Back onstage in five minutes,” she instructed.
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