The first time Tom met her, was at the Old Granada Studios in Manchester. It was a few days before the Peaky Blinders season two filming started in late Fall. All the cast, the writers, and the producers had a table reading session for the next three days. Tom has just joined the cast and was talking with Paul Anderson and Cillian Murphy, whom he was close with for having worked with them in the past. When his dog, Woody, suddenly ran to a woman who was coming towards them. The young woman stopped and squatted as she welcomed Woody with a big smile, scratching between his ears and then broke out into giggles when the animal licked her face. Tom was really surprised by his dog's behaviour. Tom had rescued him some months ago but he'd never seen Woody going up to a stranger like this before, it was like the dog already knew and trusted her. This feeling was shared by his owner because Tom had never met her before but of course, he knew who this woman was. Her name was Sasha Whitley, an actress who was half French from her mother's side and half English from her father's. Sasha was known for her breathtaking beauty, she was of average height with a perfect body and amazing curves with legs for days. With long brown wavy hair, a perfect doll face, and big deep blue almond-shaped eyes. She was emanating something unique, a mix of confidence, class, sexiness and elegance. Tom could easily understand why she'd been elected several times for the most beautiful, sexy or stylish woman in the world. Sasha was also recognized as a great and talented actress and had won many prestigious awards. She'd already filmed with the greatest directors, even though she was not yet 30 years old. She starred in the Peaky Blinders as Victoria Shelby, Tommy's twin, and the only sister among the Shelby brothers, but at least was as badass as them.
Despite her superstar status, she was approachable, unassuming and authentic, talking easily with everyone. On the set, she was a killer, focused, talented and very professional, but behind the scenes she was gorgeous, always dancing and singing or kidding with the boys. Everyone loved her, only saying nice things about her.
During the table reading sessions, it all started with short eye contact between Tom and Sasha. It gradually evolved into a playful flirt as they were both being able to hold the other one's gaze easily, smiling to each other like it was just the two of them in the crowded room. The sexual tension increased each day, Sasha would act innocently and the moment after she call him teasingly Mr. Hardy, flutter and bite her lower lip, Furthermore, Woody was literally stuck to Sasha, following her even to the toilets and guarding the door.
Tom and Sasha quickly became the best smoke mates at the Studios, and he never missed a chance to make his De Niro's face since he noticed how hard it made her laugh and how hard he loved to hear her laugh. They were becoming more and more flirtatious, talking a lot about their respective movies, about cars, motorcycles, music, and sports. They found out they had a lot in common and that they could spend days and nights talking and smoking. They were both sharing interest for animals, and especially of dogs, for charities and political commitments, and the list was endless. Tom was really impressed when he discovered Sasha got a black belt in Krav Maga, and when he wanted to know how she got to martial arts, Sasha explained that she'd always been very athletic, involved in dancing or surfing but that she also grew up with four brother's, so fighting and sports came to her easily. It was kind of a survival impulse.
Their lives had been so far relatively similar, except that she lost her mother when she was only twelve years old. As for Tom, she had done modelling after she played in a movie that was a huge box office hit when she was just a kid. They also both struggled with demons in the past, having an addiction to drugs, but got over it after all. She managed to establish herself as a great actress thanks to her amazingly talent, and always making the right choices for her career. Of course, her incredible beauty and femininity had something to do with her success, although she defined herself as a tomboy because she grew up among men.
Tom had been delighted to discover the show production housed him in a typically English house, separated in two, like all the cast members, and that luckily his neighbour was none other than Sasha. He often smiled when he heard to the music she was listening to through the wall. Her music tastes were rather eclectic but were mostly rock, hip hop and rap. He couldn't help but laugh when she started to sing along while he pictured her dancing like a teen. During the first shooting days, Tom was roaming on sets even if he didn't have a scene to shoot while Woody always found a way to get close to Sasha to get some attention from her. Tom was fascinated and couldn't keep his eyes off her, he was analyzing each of her movements, watching her taping on her phone. He was wondering who she was talking to and what she was thinking about when she wrapped a strand of hair around her finger with a thoughtful look. Tom frequently met Sasha doing her daily run in the mornings around the studios when he was walking Woody. Her sport tight pants left no doubt about her sharp, physical shape and was giving him systematic hot flashes.
Tom couldn't help but always looking around for Sasha at any moment, and his weakness for her has been quickly noticed by all the cast, so when Tom asked Paul Anderson if he knew if she was single or not, he started to get teased all the time.
After a tough day on the set, Sasha had spent more than two hours on the phone with her best friend. She was driving Sasha crazy, dating an asshole and Sasha couldn't make her see reason about the predictable failure of this relationship.
When she hung up, Sasha decided that she needed some fresh air so she wrapped a soft blanket over her short black dress, put on her grey Ugg boots, grabbed her cigarettes, a white wine bottle, and some mozzarella and goat cheese sticks that a guy on the tech crew offered to her before she headed outside on the porch. She sat on the highest step before lighting a cigarette, took a long sip of wine and finally laid back on the floor. All was quiet and she started to sing softly along to the music coming from inside. She appreciated being alone for a while.
After a few minutes, she suddenly felt something wet against her naked leg and sat up straight in surprise. She finally laughed with relief when she found out it was just Woody licking her skin. She looked up and saw Tom standing just in front of her, all smiling: «I think he has a real crush on you, you know.»
«Like owner; like dog, huh Woody?» Her voice was teasing him as she reached a hand down at Woody and scratched.
Tom shyly smiled: «Are you having a lil' party? Can I join you?»
«Sure.» She smiled still petting Woody as Tom sat down next to her on the steps and cleared his throat: «Your panties are showing, smoke mate.»
«I was not expecting to have an audience.» Sasha snorted and held up the wine bottle: «Want some?»
«No thanks.» Tom laughed.
Sasha frowned and finally understood: «Are you sober? I'm sorry... so do you want some cheese sticks?» Sasha asked as she grabbed the paper bag.
«I was wondering what was in that bag when I saw this technician give it to you.» Tom confessed.
She was not surprised he'd notice she received this little gift from another man: «You're not really good at spying on me.»
Tom laughed: «Can I have one?»
She goes to hand him his stick and realized that the cheese ran down her fingers, hand and arm: «Shit, here take this. Fuck, I don't have any napkins.» She laughed and Tom took it from her and held her small hand tightly by the wrist, never taking his eyes off her, he licked from her wrist to her hand and took her fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. She wasn't laughing
«There...» Tom said quietly, his eyes still on her: «All better now.»
«Fuck that was so hot, Mr. Hardy!» She thought out loud. Tom laughed quietly before he swallowed his cheese stick.
«If I did get messy, you could always clean me off in return...» He said with an impish grin.
She threw her head back and laughed loud as Tom laughed with her. He was so good natured about teasing her. She slid closer to him to give him another stick. Sasha could feel this weird anticipation in her stomach. They spent at least an hour eating, smoking and talking. She was really enjoying him. He made her feel safe and comfortable. Sasha found herself hoping maybe it could turn into something. So she finally decided to make a move. Tom was sitting with his hands wrung together resting between his knees. She started to run her fingers on the six bracelets he was wearing on his opposite wrist. Then, she slowly slid up her fingertips into his hand which made Tom open them instantly and he started interlacing his fingers with hers too, smiling shyly. Her hand was so small into his. Tom wrapped his free arm around her shoulder and pressed her against him before he kissed her forehead.
«Damn! You smell so good.» Sasha whispered.
He snorted, all his senses were alarmed. He could feel her heat against him. Her free soft hand stroking around his thigh and he took a deep breath to inhale her sweet scent too. Sasha's lighter suddenly flipped from her hand and rolled down some steps. As she bent over to grab her lighter, her skirt slid up and Tom couldn't help but watch at her ass and legs and discovered a small tattoo at the top of her right back thigh. He could see it clearly. A small pink bow. Sasha caught his gaze and smiled as he looked away shyly.
«Don't worry. I'm just enjoying the view... nice tattoo by the way.» Tom said looking back at her with his impish smile: «Do ya have any others?»
Sasha smiled back: «Yeah, I've five others. Let's come inside if you want to undress me.»
Tom and Woody followed her inside and she removed her boots and the blanket from her shoulders.
Tom pushed her up against the corridor wall which made her gasp in surprise and pressed his forehead against hers: «Fuck! You drive me crazy.» He used his tongue to lightly swirl the skin of her neck as she bit her lower lip in delight. Tom took her face between his hands, brushing her soft skin and locked his gaze with hers. They suddenly kissed each other. Passionately. A sensual fight started between them like kissing would be the only way to cure this fever sweeping through them. Sasha finally pushed him forward slightly before she lost control and before she tore his clothes apart to lay him down right here in the corridor: «Okay, let me catch my breath. Easy, Mr. Hardy.» Challenging Tom's gaze playfully with an evil grin, Sasha softly giggled and Tom could swear this was the cutest sound he'd ever heard. She couldn't hide that she loved this dominant side of him and her desire for him was growing up like a fire, but she had planned to torture him a little more to catch him at his own game.
Tom sat on the couch and Sasha offered him something to drink. His gaze was locked on her fully displayed amazing curves, into her perfectly fitted short black dress and his heart melted when he saw her bringing a water bowl to Woody who was already sleeping on the carpet.
«If I show you my tattoos, are you gonna show me yours?»
Tom nodded so she started the tour and showed him first a small Eiffel Tower below the ankle, inside her left heel and on her right one, a little Tower of London. She commented: «Half French, half English.» Then, she lifted her dress to show pink ballet shoes on her left side ribs. She explained to Tom that was to the memory of her mom who was a ballet dancer. Tom looked carefully at each tattoo, trying to focus his attention on anything than her partially nude body in order to keep his self-control. Sasha turned on herself and lifted her dress again to show an old-school-style swallow on her right ribs. She told him this one was about her dead brother.
Tom reminded her that she showed him only four tattoos. She gave him a mischievous gaze and sat next to him: «If you wanna see the last one you would have to undress me, Mr. Hardy.»
«I can't look at ya without wanting to kiss ya!» Tom whispered against her lips after another deep and intense kiss, his hand under her chin, she gazed up at him as he rubbed the curves of her face in slow and soothing circles.
«You were so hot in that movie in which were you a stripper.» Tom teased.
Sasha snorted: «It was a nightmare. I had bruises all over my body due to training on the dancing pole. Looked like someone was beating me.»
Tom smirked: «It paid off! Really convincing.»
«Well, thank you... Wanna private dance?» She winked at him.
Tom slowly nodded with a little grin: «Hell yes!»
Sasha smirked to herself: «Okay, Mr. Hardy. One easy rule: You can look but you can't touch.» Tom nodded again as he wriggled and settled back into the couch.
Her body started to move in time with the rhythm of the music. Her gaze fixed on him, she was teasing him with a grin. Tom felt his heart racing like a cavalry charging. He had never seen anything like this before. So much sex appeal as this, yet she was still truly beautiful. He shook his head and soon started to sweat and to gasp for some air as he saw her sexily removing her dress. Her amazingly toned body was dressed in black, satin lingerie. An exquisitely lacy tailored, balconette bra and thong set. It was stylish, classy, and elegant. She seemed to glow and light up the room, with a charismatic glamour and beauty that was out of this world. Tom was breathless and just clapped his hands folding it on his mouth at the second she took off her dress. The situation in his pants was critical and almost painful when she sat on his lap, her body sexily undulating, she stroked on Tom's chest and frowned: «Are you shaking Tom?»
Tom's eyes went wide but kept silent and he swallowed hard squeezing her thighs.
Sasha frowned worriedly: «Are you okay?»
The question seemed to distract him for a second. His eyes softened and he shook his head in a snort: «Yeah, yeah, I just...» Tom blushed: «I'm just going to embarrass myself in a second if ya don't stop moving like that in my lap.»
Sasha got closer again from him, a grin crossing her face: «So? Tell me what you think. Does it turn you on?» Tom kept silent again, totally amazed by the beauty in front of him and by the little game she's playing. She turned her back to him and put her hands on his thighs to hold herself while her hips sway sensually on his crotch. Sasha chose this moment to finish him: «How about this? Can you feel my wet pussy through your pants, Mr. Hardy? I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this bad.»
Tom's head was buzzing, his blood pressure increasing, seriously he couldn't help but groan. His eyes were focused on her. Her ass was spectacular, toned and tight: «Damn. That feels great, you're so hot. Your ass is fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing.»
She giggled: «With all the time I'm working out, it'd better be.» Tom was too focused to even smile. It was so hard for him to think about anything other than grabbing her ass with both hands. Such perverse thoughts and yet he felt no stress at all, finally playing her game: «I will kill anyone that looks at you the way I look at you right now.»
Sasha stood up smiling victoriously and eased her panties off before she turned back to face him. Tom opened his wide eyes with a devilish grin. She squatted before him, her delicate hands reaching for his crotch. Tom's heartbeat growing faster as she unzipped his pants and took hold of his hardening cock. «Fuck, I can't believe this is happening.» He whispered, his blood boiling through his veins.
«Just sit back and let me take care of you.» Sasha kept her eyes locked with his. Tom thought those eyes were irresistible as she started to lick from the bottom on his cock, from the base to the tip, very slowly but firmly. When she got to the tip, she flattened her tongue and circled around his head. She took more and more of him in her mouth whilst massaging his balls with her hand. Then, she licked back down to the base and put his balls in her mouth. She went back to sucking his huge dick while Tom tangled his fingers in her silky hair and remembered he couldn't touch her. Every movement of her lips and tongue sent another wave of pleasure through him. She was so gentle and caring. She stopped to breathe for a second and then deep throated him. She didn't stop until her lips were around his base. She could feel him in her throat and his hips thrusting a little. He was grunting, groaning and breathing heavily. Sasha gave him one last long suck all the way down his length before pulling away. She wasted no time in straddling him: «Please Mr. Hardy, I want it so bad. I'm so horny for you right now.» She breathed out on a moan against his lips. Tom squeezed her inner thigh, pulled her upper body so tightly against him that she knew how much he wanted this too. His lips found hers again and she kissed him hard, grinding his fat cock into her warm tight cunt. Tom smirked and nodded, then she slid herself all the way down, enveloping his cock between her legs, finally released to feel his cock inside her.
«Shit, Mr. Hardy, you're so big, it feels so good! » Sasha moaned.
Tom swallowed hard and took a large breath trying to stay cool-headed but with Sasha raising herself just a few inches, enough to let him see her juices covering his cock, it's was just impossible: «Fuck, you're so tight.»
Then neither of them said a thing. They simply locked their gazes and enjoyed that moment of pure pleasure. It was gentle and passionate, lovely and hot.
Sasha picked up the pace as he was doing his best to not touch her. The way she moved her hips was intoxicating. She leaned into him, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead and moaning with a voice strained by the pleasure: «You feel so good Tom.»
It took a moment for him to mumble: «Release your breast for me, beauty.» He kissed her softly on her shoulders and neck. That was certainly a request she could fulfil. Reaching around her back she undid her bra but acted the teased and kept it in place, making Tom beg to see them. Finally, she answered his plea and pulled off her bra, revealing her perfect ample breasts, and a rosary tattoo underlining her left boob. Tom's mind was blown away and he took a chance to feel her such wonderful curves when suddenly, this all became too much for him. It was such a turn-on to see his dream girl enjoying so much to fuck herself on his cock, her hard nipples tracing up and down against his skin chest. It was too much for him to stay still. He needed control. So, he jumped off the couch, still inside her, holding her very cautiously. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck and her legs around his hips. Tom sighed at her: « Alrigh', you win but I'm not playin' anymore. You want me to fuck you? »
Sasha nodded, bit her lower lip and chuckled: «Yes, please!»
Tom groaned and brought her up to the bedroom while she kissed his neck frantically, all moaning and chuckling, as she continued to roll her hips to feel him deeper inside. Tom suddenly slipped out which made her gasp and laid her down on the bed with caution. He took a moment to look at her, «You're a fucking masterpiece.» He couldn't believe how perfect she was. His hands moved slowly along her sides, down her chest and her stomach to between her thighs, her skin felt like silk under his hands. The way he tightened and loosened his grip made her shuddered and more excited. Sasha bit her lips watching Tom's gaze moving all over her body. She reached up to kiss him, it was short and wild. then He slowly bent her over the bed again and grabbed her ass tight, squeezed and groaned. Then, he traced his fingers underneath her to feel how wet she was and she can't help but moan. He roughly removes his clothes and she lifted to help, they were standing so close they could feel their body heat making them sweat.
«Wow, Mr. Hardy! You're... impressive!» Her eyes shone like the stars and her mouth began to water as she stared at his incredible muscular and tattooed body. She was in awe of him.
Tom groaned with a grin and suddenly flipped her back on the mattress as he smirked at her urge. She could feel his hard dick between her thighs as he bent down against her, his hands running all over her body as she begged for him to fuck her. So, he started to tease her, sliding his cock tip against her clit and back again, kissing her neck. Tom went down on her, he spread her legs apart and put two fingers in her really slowly as deep as he could so she moaned loudly as he felt her pussy dripping. He started to eat her pussy, sucking gently whilst his tongue flicked against her clit. His beard scratched deliciously against her skin as his face rested between her thighs, he mumbled: «You taste like heaven, but God knows you're built for sin.» He was even more turned on and used both of his hands to grip her thighs harder. Sasha arched back, her hands sensually running up her own body to finally stroked her hair. She was moaning and giggling. Tom couldn't look away from her, amazed and thrilled: «You're so fucking beautiful all naked and sweaty.»
Sasha's body was oscillating, her shapes magnetically wiggling. She was getting so much pleasure, feeling things she'd never felt before. It simply felt incredible, that she couldn't help but laughed. And That made Tom so harder and making him groaned: «You're so damn hot. I love when you laugh.»
«That's 'cause you make me so happy, Tom.»
He made his way up on her and kissed her hard. She could feel her taste on his lips. Without warning, he grabbed her waist and flipped her on her stomach. Which made her gasped again in surprise. Now, he was in the position of power and Sasha obviously liked it, begging for it: «Please Tom! Fuck me. You want to make me scream, huh? I'll bet you can...OHHH!» The shock gave her such a high, the sudden action of him shoving his cock into her pussy. She straightened, her back against his chest, sliding her hands behind his head, and gently stroked his hair as his beard tickled into her neck. The sight of her flexible body, his point of view on her arched back curved, pearls of sweat trickled down to her ass, drove him crazy. His hands were running all over her body like an octopus. Sasha whimpered: «Give it to me, Mr. Hardy! Please.»
Tom was more than happy to comply, her choked voice sent shivers down his spine. Going in and out of her was a level of pleasure he never even imagined he'd achieved. He was so aware of every single movement he made, even the tiniest detail was tremendous and he just wanted more. Thrusting deeper, faster and rougher. Clutching her even stronger against him, his arms over her chest and breast. The sound of her skin slapping against his lower stomach forced him to tighten his grip on her hips: «Fuck, I'm gonna cum, please baby girl cum for me too.»
«YES! Please, Tom... don't stop. »
He slid two fingers into her mouth that she licked with a sultry look turning her face to him. Tom grunted and started to rub hard her clit in harsh circles. It was a whiny mess and he felt like he was going to lose his mind.
«Damn! TOM! It's so fucking good, you're so fucking good!» She arched her back more than possible, increasing her body counterweight against his: «Ohh fuck yeah, Tom, TOM.»
All it took were those words and a few more crazy hip bounces until a moaning mess screamed out of each other's names. Tom didn't even need a moment to think: «That was the best fuck I've ever had.» He laid down on his side facing Sasha, their bodies tangled, she smiled at him slowly coming back: «It was incredible, Mr. Hardy.»
«You're the most amazing creature I've ever seen.» They both smirked and he tenderly kissed her nose: «And I love your secret tattoo.» He traced with his fingers along the string of pearls tattoo under her breast giving her goosebumps. Sasha closed her eyes totally relaxed and contented as he stared at her in total bliss and kissed her forehead. «May I stay for the night, divine creature?»
«You may but... you're on my side of the bed.» She said keeping her eyes closed.
Tom shook his head and smiled: «No. This is my side now.»
Sasha opened one eye: «'Cause it's the closest side from the door?»
«Yes and that goes for each bed we shall share.» Tom answered with his low and husky voice as she gave him a broad smile: «Does this mean we're into a relationship?»
Tom shyly nodded: «Unless you don't want to?»
She propped herself on one arm and looked at him cautiously as he rolled a little bit onto his back. She stared at him like she was memorizing every detail of his face. She softly smiled, giving him a kiss before she whispered: «You had the lead role at the first sigh, Mr. Hardy.» Tom snorted and showered her head, which was resting now into his neck, with kisses before they finally fell asleep while cuddling, their bodies still tangled together.
Sasha's head was resting on Tom's chest but she suddenly jumped in the bed when she realized there was a loud pounding on the door and that someone was yelling her name while Woody was barking. Tom groaned as she looked for her phone to check the time.
«Shit! Tom! Wake up it's 9:30 p.m., I'm soooo fuckin late!» Sasha said and ran naked to the bathroom. «Please, go down and tell them I'm almost ready.» She asked before she turned the shower on.
Tom finally reached the door and opened. Paul was facing him with a fake surprised look and quickly checked he'd knocked at the right door before he started to laugh: «That shade of lipstick is all wrong for you bro. Sasha's here? They're waiting for her on set for make-up.»
«Yeah, she's taking a shower.» Tom answered rubbing his lips.
Paul grinned and pointed his finger at him: «Promise me to tell me all 'bout it.»
Tom shook his head with a cheeky smile.
«Hurry lovebirds!» Joe yelled as he left.
When Sasha finally turned up for makeup, she sat down next to Helen McCrory and sighed.
«You're glowing today sweetie.» The make-up artist thought out loud.
«Tom Hardy's effect.» Helen commented giving a broad smile to Sasha through the mirror and winked.
Sasha looked offended for two seconds before she snorted: «Paul is such a gossip! I'm going to kill him!»