WineBar: The Complete Story

by Alexis Angel

  There are so many simple things going on that it’s actually driving me crazy. The sensations of his finger in my ass, cock in my pussy, and our tongues together. It’s overwhelming and I allow my body to relax just one more time. Then I feel him pull his finger out and he thrusts into my ass from my pussy.

  I’m sent over the edge. It’s an instant orgasm. I have no control over anything. He’s fucking my ass, and kissing me, and it’s all so much. I can’t believe I came that much. I can’t believe it felt that fucking good that I’m coming all over again.

  “Mmm. Oh, fuck Kane. I’m coming,” I say to him. And I’m coming so good. I feel it ringing through my entire body. Driving me crazy and pushing me into feeling new things. My orgasm is more intense than all the others and I know it’s from all the different sensations I’ve felt today.

  He keeps thrusting in and out of me and I think that he might come but he stops as I collapse on top of him. My body exhausted, little shocks of tingles are pulsing through my entire body.

  Kane pulls out of me and we pull apart. He doesn’t ask me to do anything, but I know exactly what I want to do. I want to make him come. I grab the wax and lighter next to me on the bed. I pick it up and put the lighter to the candlewick and flick it. I grab the spoon that’s attached and scoop some of it up as it melts.

  I dribble it along his chest and six-pack. He moans and winces at the same time and it’s a really hot sound. I scoop some more up and dribble it along him again. He makes the same sexy sounds. The sounds that let me know he’s loving what I’m doing.

  I lean down and grab his cock and place it inside my mouth. I suck on first the head of his cock and then I take him farther in. I’m twisting my hand around and up and down on his cock. I want to make him come. I’m ready to taste his cum again.

  “Holy shit. This is so fucking hot,” he says.

  I drag my teeth along his cock.

  “I love when you do that,” he says, his hands go to my head. He’s playing with my hair while I’m sucking on his cock. I take him all the way back and make some gagging sounds. I’m taking him deep into my mouth.

  I suck hard and then drag my tongue along him. I lick around the head of his cock and then flick it across the top. I feel his legs tense and his hand press on the back of my head. I suck on him moving my head up and down. He’s starting to move his hips. He’s starting to thrust in and out of my mouth.

  “Oh my God,” he moans, loudly.

  I pull my head up and start to move my hand up and down the length of him. He’s loving it. I move my hand fast. I’m jacking him off hard and he’s thrusting in and out of my hand. He tells me how much he loves it and I’m focused on his face.

  I can feel his muscles tensing. I know he’s getting closer to his orgasm. I put my mouth back around his cock and take him all the way to the back. I move my mouth up and down. I fuck him with my mouth. I want to make him come.

  He places his hands on the back of my head and he’s pushing it down while he thrusts into my mouth. We move perfectly together and I feel him clench tighter and he moans loud.

  “Uuuuhhh. Ohhh.” He’s coming. My mouth is getting filled with his cum.

  I quickly sit up and start to make out with him again. His cum going from my mouth to his mouth, It’s so hot. We’re making out with his cum threatening to spill out of our mouths.

  I sit up and swallow what's left in my mouth.

  “Holy shit. That was amazing. I knew you’d do good.”

  “I just didn’t think all those sensations could make me come so many times and so fast,” I say.

  “That’s the best part about pleasure. It can be felt in different ways. Some people think things will hurt and then miss out on some of the best pleasure because they are scared of the pain. You’ve got to have an open mind.”

  “I do,” I say.

  “I know you do. You did fucking amazing. I told you you'd be able to keep coming.”

  He kisses my mouth.

  Kane

  “I still can’t believe I had no idea about your kinky side,” Sasha says as she curls up next to me in bed, tracing her fingers along my chest.

  I smirk. “Yeah, I don’t show that to just anyone. In fact, I’ve rarely shown it to anyone at all.”

  She smiles and buries her head against my neck. “I feel special,” she murmurs against my skin, her warm breath sending my blood shooting straight back to my cock, even though I lost count of how many times we fucked last night.

  Now we’re lying in my bed as the sun rises over the ocean that’s visible through the huge glass wall of my bedroom.

  “You're special,” I tell her, taking her chin in my hand and lifting her face so she meets my gaze. I want her to know how serious I am. That I really mean what I’m telling her. “I’ve waited and waited to find someone to share that with. With you, everything is just so natural, so perfect.” I feel like I shouldn’t be saying these things to her so soon, but I don’t care. I really care about her, and I know she feels it too. There’s this intimacy between us that’s almost effortless. The age difference means nothing to me.

  Sasha stretches up and presses a kiss to my mouth. A slow, tender kiss. One that could easily escalate into more, but we both just take a minute to enjoy each other.

  “When can I see you again?” she asks when we finally come up for air.

  “Soon,” I say, thinking about how soon I can get her back in my bed. Anything other than keeping her in it indefinitely isn’t soon enough.

  Suddenly, she jerks up. “What was that?”

  “What?” I sit up, following her gaze out the glass windows. There’s a flash of movement, and I stand from the bed and walk to the window, peering out to get a better view.

  Goddammit.

  Photographers are everywhere. Fucking paparazzi. They’re stationed right outside on the beach. They can’t see in, but we can see out.

  I look back to see Sasha with the sheets pulled up around her, a panicked look on her face. “Don’t worry. They can’t see us. And my driver brought you here. There’s no way they know you’re with me.”

  She doesn’t look convinced. “But why are they here if they aren’t looking for some kind of story.”

  “Relax, Sasha,” I say, returning to stand by her at the edge of the bed. I rest my hands on her bare shoulders and rub gently. “This isn’t the first time they’ve camped out in front of my home, and it won’t be the last. It happens from time to time when they’re looking for something. I haven’t made an appearance in the tabloids in a few weeks, so they’re hoping they’ll get lucky.”

  “But Kane,” she insists, “they're going to get lucky. The minute I walk out of here, they’re going to get exactly what they came for. And my career will be doomed.”

  I sit down beside her and think for a minute. There’s no way I can let that happen. A distraction. I need a distraction.

  Leaning over to give her a quick kiss, I say, “I’ve got it. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll handle the paps.”

  “What are you going to do?” she asks as I make my way to my huge closet. A closet that’s probably larger than most people’s bedrooms.

  I grab my shoes, socks, and pair of athletic shorts, then start dressing. “I’m going to go for a run. Shirtless. They always follow me when I do that. Bare chested photos of a celebrity on the beach are always winning. No doubt they’ll try to get the worst shot possible then claim that I’m falling victim to Dad Bod.

  Sasha laughs. “Right. As if that could ever be the case. I don’t think any amount of Photoshopping could make you look anything but fuckable.”

  Grinning, I pose for her, my muscles flexing and bunching. “You’d be surprised what they can do.”

  Her smile fades. “That’s what I’m afraid of. They’re going to find me here; I just know it. I need to leave. I’m going to follow you out.”

  I shake my head. “No. Bad idea. You just be a good girl and stay put. Once the photographers leave, then you can go. I’ll cal
l my driver and have him wait for you on the other side of the house. Just make sure the paps are following me before you go outside.”

  I hope she listens to me. Because the last thing I want is for our perfect night together to be ruined by something like this. Or even worse, her entire career.

  Kane

  I run for over two hours, making my morning jog practically a half marathon. By the time it’s over I’ve lost every last one of the paparazzi. I smile smugly to myself. That’ll show them to stake out in front of my home at the ass crack of dawn. But they got what they came for, I assume. Some bare chested photos of me to splash across the Internet. Whatever.

  When I get back to my house, ready for a shower and some breakfast, I come to a total stop, my jaw hanging open.

  Because fucking Alberta is standing on my front porch.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask angrily. Looking around hastily, I try to see if there are any paps left over, trying to get a shot of something more interesting than a morning jog. It would be just like Alberta to show up here hoping that they’d snap a shot and misconstrue something. She’d fucking love some tabloid rumor about a secret relationship between us to get started.

  Alberta just gives me an evil smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

  “Yes, in fact, I would like to know, hence the question. I didn’t invite you here, so you better have a damn good reason for stepping foot on my property or I just might have to call the cops.”

  She sneers. “Yeah right. You aren’t going to want any more publicity after the shit I have waiting to hit the fan.”

  What the hell is she talking about?

  I don’t have to wait long to find out. She taps on the screen of her phone for few seconds, and then turns it around for me to look at it.

  It’s a video.

  Of Sasha. And me. Last night. In the pool. Fucking.

  Shit.

  “How the fuck did you get this?” I lay into her, loud and angry. At this point I don’t even care if some lingering pap is hiding in the bushes waiting to get the next good scoop.

  “I had you followed. I hired a private investigator.” She says it as calmly as if we’re discussing the weather.

  What in the actual fuck? “You’ve got to be kidding me. You hired someone? Why would you do that?”

  The invasion of privacy is a complete insult, but most of all I don’t understand why someone who deals with the tabloids nearly every single day would do something like that. Oh wait. That’s right. Because Alberta fucking thrives on that shit. Loves it. If she could be plastered on even more gossip sites, she’d probably do anything she could to make it happen.

  I reach for the phone, but she pulls it away. “Tsk, tsk,” she says, waving a finger in my face. “Not so fast, Kane.”

  My blood is practically boiling, and I’m about to unleash the full force of my fury on her when she smirks.

  “You need to step very carefully here or my thumb just might slip and I just might accidentally send this video to all the most viewed gossip sites.” She widens her eyes and bats her eyelashes innocently, but her evil smile negates the look. “Oops. We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

  I shrug, tired of her games. “You know what, Alberta? I have nothing to be ashamed of. You think I’m embarrassed by that video? That it’s going to bother me if people find out? You have no clue.” She doesn’t. So what if people know that I spent a sexy evening at home with the woman I care about?

  This time her laughter rings out, grating on my nerves. “Oh, I’m not trying to get to you, Kane. You should know better than that. This video right here can ruin Sasha’s career in a millisecond. Gone before it ever really got started. You know it’s true. So are you telling me you’re okay with that?”

  I want to ask her again why she’s doing this, but it’s suddenly all too clear. She’s jealous. She wanted me and I turned her down. Now I’m realizing just what a fucking smart move that was. So she’s going to go after the woman I actually do want. The woman I care about.

  Fuck.

  I sigh. “You know I’m not.”

  Now her smile turns to one of satisfaction, even if it's still tinged with evil. “Perfect. So here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to go public with this little gem of a sex tape unless you do me a favor.”

  Gritting my teeth, I say, “What do you want, Alberta?”

  “Spend the day with me. Take me to dinner. It’s simple, really.”

  It’s not so simple, and she knows it. People will see us together. She’s banking on that fact.

  But what can I do? She has me effectively trapped. Rock, meet hard place.

  “Fine,” I growl, turning to go inside, ready to get the fuck away from this vile, cunning bitch. But I stop and turn around, pinning her with a death glare. “But just so we’re clear, I’m not doing this for you. This is entirely about Sasha.”

  The way she glares back at me makes it clear she doesn’t like my response, but I just don’t fucking care at this point.

  I push the door open and go inside, making it clear she isn’t to follow me. “I’m going to get dressed so we can just get this over with.”

  Then I shut the door in her face.

  TV Roundup!

  Chase: Hello out there from TV Land! I'm your host today, Chase Worthington!

  Nadia: And as always, your co-host, Nadia Moore!

  Chase: We have major breaking TV news today, folks, so be sure to turn up the volume because you're not going to want to miss the bombshell we're about to drop.

  Nadia: That's right. We're getting preliminary reports right now of pictures and video surfacing of Kane Parker and Alberta Trask from the hit TV show spending the day and even having dinner together.

  Chase: And they did it in full view of the cameras, even going so far as to wave at times to the travelling pool of photographers.

  Nadia: To be fair, it was only Alberta that was waving. Kane seemed to be not having as great a time. Mostly because he was probably being followed by photographers for the last several days.

  Chase: Right. We all remember that jog he took shirtless on the beach for several miles that wore out the entire press corps that was following him.

  Nadia: Anyways, so this is really major breaking news, folks! The network realized it was more important and more people would want to know so they interrupted the regularly scheduled coverage of the North Korean nuclear crisis to talk about Kane and Alberta.

  Chase: Correct. They even roused us out of bed.

  Nadia: Good thing we weren't actually in the bed.

  Chase: That's right audience. We weren't actually in the bed. We were on the sofa. Fucking.

  Nadia: Yup. It's a good thing Chase came when he did. Although, Chase, I gotta say, I didn't really have much time to clean up before we got on the air.

  Chase: Me either. I'm lucky that I just had to put my dick back in my pants.

  Nadia: Meanwhile I have your cum dripping down my legs, dear.

  Chase: Would you like me to scoop it up so you can lick my finger, babe?

  Nadia: Nah, let's just let it fall to the floor.

  Chase: I mean, someone could slip and fall. The studio could get sued.

  Nadia: True, but we have breaking news to cover. We're much too important right now. The eyes of the nation are watching us as we fulfill our journalistic duties to the public.

  Chase: You heard it audience. Live breaking news that Kane and Sasha may not actually be the item that we thought they were. And that rather the romance is blooming between Kane and Alberta.

  Nadia: This will surprise a lot of inside industry experts, that's for sure, Chase.

  Chase: I don't doubt it. Mostly because it's been widely reported that Alberta has had an unsuccessful experience trying to seduce Kane once in the past already.

  Nadia: Right. But it could be that she finally got her way with him. Do you think they're sleeping together?

  Chase: No. But it is probably true that
he's fucking her.

  Nadia: Ah. So no sleeping?

  Chase: Nope. I wonder how it will affect the ratings. Considering Sasha and Kane are the favorite pairing in a head to head matchup when viewers are asked who they would rather see Kane with.

  Nadia: We'll see. Stay tuned for our continuing live coverage of this breaking news. And as always, we'll be around after the next heart-stopping moment of...

  VOICEOVER: Manhattan Reign

  Sasha

  “Now this is what I’m talking about!”

  Rubbing the palm of her hands together, Laurel marches into the kitchen and, closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. “The smell of sushi. Glorious,” she whispers, opening her eyes and looking at the large tray of sushi I’ve set up on the granite counter of our new kitchen.

  “I still can’t believe we went from microwave pizza to having sushi delivered at our door,” I tell her, running my hand over the counter and looking around. Compared to the old kitchen in our old apartment, this one feels like something out of a Manhattan Reign set. Better than it, actually, since we don’t have to use CGI to have a view.

  “Not just any sushi. This is quality sushi,” Laurel corrects me, walking toward the counter and gazing at the sashimi slices lined up around the tray.

  “And expensive as hell,” I whisper, looking at the bill tucked under the tray. Moving fast, she snags the bill and crumples it in her hand.

  “Dinner’s on me, girl. Don’t you worry about bills today,” she tells me, and I just smile at her. Even though she doesn’t earn as much as I do (well, she doesn’t even earn a quarter of what I do, now that I’m part of the Manhattan Reign cast), she still wants to pitch in and help pay the bills.

  When I told her I had my eyes set on a new apartment, her first reaction was a simple (and sad) “oh.” You see, she thought I was moving out and leaving her behind. Of course, I’d be crazy to do something like that; Laurel has been my best friend for ages, and living the single life without her is the last thing on my mind.