Tom stayed on the set just for two weeks because he only had a few scenes to shoot and then he'd to return to London while Sasha stayed in Manchester to finalize this season's shooting.
Tom spent his time to send her texts, selfies, and as soon as they could, they called each other to skype.
When the shooting finally came to the end, Tom flew back to Manchester to spend just the last day and night with all the Peaky Blinders crew and to celebrate the end of the shoot at the wrap party. He would fly back to London the next day with Sasha.
He finally found Sasha in the dressing room during the early afternoon. His hand moved from the small of her back to brush some errant hair from her eyes. She couldn't stop her eyes from closing as his fingertips brushed her forehead. When she opened her eyes they landed on a sweet smile. He leaned in close to her ear to whisper: «You look so fucking beautiful, you're perfect.»
Tom was still smiling down at her and he tightened his arm around her waist as she felt him smile against her cheek.
«You are handsome too, Mr. Hardy. And I missed you a lot.» She put her arms around his neck and he ran his hands down the tops of her arms over her shoulders and down her back, his hands finally resting on her butt, squeezing her thigh. The ache inside her was fantastic at this point. She played with his hair at the nape of his neck and felt a small shiver under her fingertips. He gently pulled her head to his chest and rested his chin on her head. Sasha took an arm and slide it under his and grabbed his shoulder from behind. It was as they were trying to be completely tangled together. He let out a low moan and she dug her fingertips harder into his shoulder. They couldn't get close enough to each other when suddenly, an assistant called Sasha's name to urge her on the set, and it was as if the spell was broken.
Tom started to get frustrated that every time he tried to have a moment apart with Sasha, she was asked to the set because makeup needed done or pictures taken. He was here to enjoy her company and it bothered him that he couldn't get any time with her before the after shot party.
The party was going strong all night. Everybody was enjoying themselves, dancing and laughing as drinks were flowing. Tom had been admiring Sasha all night, his urge growing stronger, his need building for her. Her emerald sequin dress, her high heels, and her perfume has combined to lay waste to his defenses. He was past the point of no return when Sasha sat down in front of him as he was talking with some people. Sasha picked a cherry out of her cocktail glass and put the stem in her pretty mouth, staring at Tom. Her mouth started to work back and forth before she stuck out her tongue. On the end of it, there was the cherry stem tied into a neat knot. Tom's brain was trying to figure out what her tongue did to accomplish that trick but the only thing he could think about was how bad he wanted to explore her oral acrobatics right now.
«What are y...» He started to mutter when she got up to lean over his shoulder and whispered: «If these people weren't here, I would be on my knees with your cock in my mouth.»
Tom gasped with a little laugh, his heart rate increasing dangerously like the fire in his pants. «Meet me in the bathroom in one minute.» She snorted and hurried away to the back of the event room.
«Sash-?» Tom's eyes widened as he turned to watch her swaying hips as she disappeared behind the door. He looked around and nobody seemed to notice what just happened. So he got up and started to walk slowly and then hurriedly towards the bathroom. He knocked awkwardly when he reached the door. It opened and Sasha pulled him inside by the collar.
«Sash-!» He called out surprised.
She locked the door and pulled him to her for a kiss. She grinned devilishly at him.
«Take off your pants.» She ordered.
«What?» He widened his eyes.
«What did you think I invited you in here for?» She asked and added: «You've been teasing me all night with that hot fucking smile.»
«I... I... was teasing you? Me!?... Miss cherry stem knot!» His brows furrowing as he faked surprise.
«I'm fucking soaked right now and you're so fucking turned on. Am I right? So take off your pants!» She watched hungrily with a devilish grin. Tom started unzipping his pants and she helped him to pull it down. She freed his cock from his underwear and stroked him a few times. Sasha smiled as she got on her knees in front of him. She took him in his mouth, her lips gently parting, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her head slowly bobbing up and down.
«There we go. That's a good girl.» Tom breathed out.
She continued to lick and suck, enjoying his thickness, momentarily forgetting about the room full of people outside. Her gentle moans and whimpers vibrated on his thickening shaft. She didn't waste any time teasing. Her lips closed around the tip and she slid her mouth over it a few times. Then she looked up at him taking more of his dick in her mouth. Tom watched her, eyes wide and knees weak as she took it all in. He was stroking her hair and couldn't stop staring at her cleavage. She opened wider including his balls along with his dick. He was in such disbelief that it was hard for him to even fathom the pleasure that went along with it. As she eased her mouth back, releasing it from her lips he nearly squealed. She grinned at him, lips still tracing his hard cock.
«Holy fuck!» He exclaimed watching her take him again into her mouth. «You're so hot.»
«Mmm.» She hummed.
Tom gasped: «Fuck»
Sasha stood up: «I want you to fuck me, now!» She breathed, pulling her dress up and bent over the little counter facing a mirror. Tom pulled her knickers to the side before his hand traveled over her hips and dipping in between for a feel.
«So wet and so beautiful.» He commented making eye contact with her in the mirror and bringing his finger to his mouth to lick. Sasha pushed her ass against his crotch and whined: «Fuck me, Mr. Hardy.» She grinned: «We're wasting time!»
Tom grinned at her through the mirror: «Take off your dress.» He ordered.
«Tom... » She started to complain.
He spanked her a little hard and she released a small scream.
«We're wasting time!» He repeated.
Sasha complied exposing her breasts so that he could watch them jiggle and bounce in their reflection as he fucked her. He pushed into her, holding onto her hips, his long fingers spread over her thighs. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he started a steady rhythm. She opened them again to watch him work when he started whispering in her ear and stopped thrusting into her: «I'm gonna give you a rough night. I missed this so much. You're driving me crazy!» He was so turned on by being in public and watching them in the mirror. He kissed her neck and suddenly pushed into her harder and faster.
«Fuck baby!» He locked eyes with her, her mouth hung open making small squeals with every thrust.
«Ye-yes!» She moaned. «Fuck me Tom!» He smirked at her, pushing into her roughly, feeling her muscles gripping him, milking the pleasure from him.
«Tom!» She cried, feeling every ridge snugly sliding against her inner walls. His tip hitting that sensitive spot inside so she cried out again.
«Shhh... Not so loud!» He warned and stopped suddenly turning and holding her face on the side with one of his had on her cheek. He stuck her ear to his mouth and started to murmur again: «We don't have time for this now but I'll give this perfect body the attention it deserves later.» He gripped her face tightly, beginning to thrust hard and fast and whispered again: «This is just round one. You got a long night ahead of you.» He smiled wickedly at her before he gave her a heated kiss.
«Make me cum, please!» She begged.
Tom smirked and slapped her ass again. He pumped a few more times enjoying watching her face and her tits bouncing.
«Fuck baby!» He moaned as he felt himself start to cum, his thrusts being a little erratic.
«Tom...» Sasha cried and immediately bit her lower lips for it as she was hit with her orgasm releasing a howl of pleasure. Tom slumped over her when he finished. His erection spent and slipping from inside her.
«Baby that was...» Tom was at a loss for words.
She turned around and grinned at him. She slung her arms around his neck and pulled him to her for a kiss and grinned: «Incredible.»
«Can't wait for the second round.» He pressed his mouth against hers again and a flood of excitement coursed through her body as she heard his words. She was soaked now, her panties clinging to her body, imagining what was to come. Tom took her by the hand once she put her dress on and they both went back to the party. They joined some of the cast members outside to smoke a cigarette while they both continued to grin at each other like a couple of kids. Paul silently observed them with a little grin when Tom breathed into Sasha's ear: «Where did you learn... no wait, don't tell me. I'm going to pretend it was a trick saved for me alone.» Tom shook his head, his eyes were glassy and he was much happier than normal. It was clear he had been plenty well enjoying himself that night.
«What really counts is that's all yours now baby.» Sasha grinned adjusting her dress so that her cleavage spilled a little more prominently.
«Shit, it's at least a hundred degrees in here.» Joe told as he came out to join the small group.
«I think the chemistry between these two is making it so hot in here.» Paul pointed at Tom and Sasha.
«Yeah, you're right that's why we'll leave you guys.» Tom put his arm around Sasha's shoulder as she was grinning at him.
«See you in London, lovebirds.» Paul yelled tipsily as they walked away. «They're so fucking perfect together, aren't they?» He continued to the group.
It was pouring outside, the room was regularly illuminated by lightning when Sasha walked back into the living room. Under the softness of the subdued lighting, she stood up behind Tom who was sitting on the couch. She put her little hands into his hair and massaged the back of his head so Tom let his head falling back. Sasha smirked and leaned over to kiss his face, her hair was falling down around them, creating a veil of intimacy.
«Babygirl. You're amazing!» Tom whispered in between sweet kisses.
«You are.» She replied giving his nose a peck and slid her hand under his shirt to feel his skin when Purple Rain by Prince filled the room. Sasha got closer and sexily straddled him. She put her arms on his shoulders and began to play with his hair at the nape of his neck feeling a small shiver under her fingertips. Tom tightened his arm around her waist and smiled back up at her: «This dress is driving me crazy!» And started kissing her neck as she still swayed. Sasha felt the blazing heat of his hand as he dragged up her dress leaving her in her pants and traced the naked skin between her breasts, across the span of her belly and on her hip. She could feel his cock through the fabric of his pants and started massaging him.
«Uh, uh...» He whispered against her neck, his breath making her shake for a moment. She tried her best not to moan as Tom started massaging her breasts again so she swayed her hips harder against his growing erection.
«Someone's eager...» He smirked before sliding his hand on her wet panties, licking his lips. Sasha let out a small moan as he slowly rubbed her clit before quickly slipped two fingers inside.
«Oh God, Tom!»
«That's right, Babygirl, tell me how good I'm making ya feel!» He pumped his fingers in and out of her as she pushed herself against his hand. He kissed her neck speeding up his pace, making her moan louder, covering the sound of the rain drumming on the windows. He suddenly slid his fingers out so Sasha stopped to move and watched him licking one of his fingers: «You're so tasty, princess.» She smirked and took his finger in her mouth without breaking the eye-contact taking Tom's breath away.
Then, she slipped his shirt off and pushed her breasts against his chest and kissed him again but not like before. Not sweet or aggressive. More passionate. She opened his mouth with hers and licked into it.
«Our French kisses are so yummy.» Sasha breathed against his lips. «And you always make me feel always lusted, desired and sexy. You always make me feel so good.» She whispered watching the intensity of his perfect face.
«'Cause you are! I think we'll fuck later. Right now I need to make love to you.» He traced his fingers along her spine and felt her tremble beneath his touch and sucked the side of her neck. She moaned, turning her head to allow him better access. The soft light flickered across her curves, highlighting the roundness of her breasts and darkening the shadow between them. Sasha whimpered as she ground against his hard dick.
«It feels good, baby.» He said as his fingers dipped inside her tight heat, slipping her panties to the side. She arched her hips as his fingers drove deeper, filling her.
«It feels very good, Sir.» She whispered before she unzipped his pants and pulled his penis out. Sasha felt the tip of his cock sliding between her wet lips a second. She bit her lips with a smirk and Tom sighed brushing her hair to the side, just to touch her. She was driving him crazy. He needed more. He gently ran his hand over her back as she was looking at him while slowly stroking him. She teased him like this until she couldn't control herself anymore. So she raised up a little and grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, staring at him with hungry eyes like she had to restrain herself from attacking him. He watched her move on him. It was hypnotizing and it felt amazing. So beautiful and so sexy.
«Fuck, doll. My gorgeous girl.» Tom sighed again: «My perfect little princess.»
She tilted her head with a smile riding him slowly. She knew that he'd lose his breath or sigh and close his eyes at the feeling of her warmth. She knew she always got a reaction from him. Tom gripped his hand on her hip, the other one was instinctively rubbing her clit.
«You're so beautiful» He whispered to her. «And your pussy feels so good on my cock.» He added letting her control the movement and tempo.
«Mmm thank you, Sir. You have a wonderful cock». She laid down on him for a kiss and started to speed up her pace. So, he touched her face, held her head and moaned for her. He could see how much she loved doing this, licking her lips with her tongue or biting it. She loved giving him a show, and not just because he loved getting it. Perhaps it was power over him, the power to make him moan and lose his mind. Maybe because she took pride in that skill. He didn't know but she loved it and her loving it made it so much better than he'd ever thought before.
He also knew she loved how they could start out slow. The kisses, soft touches, dreamy, slow movements. Having him sliding in and out, slow, steady, magical, and passionate lovemaking. So he wrapped her in his arms and lifted up. Holding her firmly with one arm, he threw down all the pillows and the blanket within his reach and laid her down the floor. He raised up to undo his belt and pull his trousers off as she slid her panties off. Sasha's back arched off of the pillows when Tom laid down on her and started to suck on her thigh before kissing his way up. He moved between her legs and she closed her eyes. Tom wanted only face-to-face, he wanted to engage with her, to read her. He covered her perfect body with bruising kisses all his way up to her neck until she begged him and wrapped her thighs around his waist. He teased her entrance with his tip for some minutes, kissing her deeply. For once, they were both very quiet and Sasha whimpered when he slid into her in one smooth motion, staring at her with wonder in his eyes. He moved slowly in and out of her, driving her ass into the pillows beneath them. He braced himself over her but still with slow movements, driving deeper with every thrust.
«Oh fuck!» She gasped, eyes closed and lifted her hips, taking him even deeper.
Tom groaned, his hands sliding under her ass to pull her into him. «Look at me.» He softly demanded. She opened her eyes, staring at his perfect face. He tangled his fingers with hers and held both down by her head. He rolled his hips into hers and watched her moaning his name again and again with an adoring gaze. Sasha clenched her fingers around his and he surely sped up his pace until he couldn't take it anymore: «Please Babygirl, cum for me!» They both came almost raw and perfect. The feeling of his cock filling her sent her through the stars. She jerked on the floor throwing her head back, clenching around him and sobbing his name. His arms pulled her body in closer as she bit his earlobe making him groaning. Tom lied down beside Sasha, pulling her still-quivering body tight against his. He ran his fingers through her hair, across her shoulders and finally making circles on her back. She turned in his strong arms, throwing a thigh lazily over his. She tangled her fingers in his chest hair, her cheek resting against the breadth of his shoulder. She nuzzled her nose into his neck while he kissed her forehead. They stayed like this for a moment, snuggling on the pillow while the rain was still pouring outside.
On the next morning, Tom and Sasha left for the airport after they said goodbye to everyone and promised to meet in London and to call each other.
They were waiting in the check-in queue discreetly holding their pinkies but they didn't notice a paparazzi snapping them.
