When the Mask Fall Chapter 1/1
Author: Saga ‘sagaluthien’ Chriztine
Rating and Warnings: NC-17
Characters: Orlando Bloom, OFC - Rhonda
Word Prompt: # 54 fantasy
Progress: 13/100
Word count: 1320
Beta: Annie
Author Notes: I might be cruel… but with encouragement and … some bribes I might write more to this.
Disclaimer: All I can claim as mine is the way I have written the story (the idea I had) and the people that aren't well-known (stars, actors, actresses or characters). I have written it for my own amusement and fun. For me, it is one way to exercise my English and see if I'm good at all at getting things and ideas together. This isn't done to try to make any money off of it.
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Summary: What happen when you decide to not play anymore?
“You practically confessed that you were acting, both… in bed and out,” she accused, very surprised. “How do you think it felt for me to hear something like that?”
"I might have been acting, but I wasn’t the only one, was I?” he retorted, anger hardening his features as he started towards her.
She gasped. “What are you talking about?”
He continued walk towards her until Rhonda stood with her back against the wall. He stood in front of her with one hand against the wall above her. Their lips were so close that she barely dared to breathe.
She tried to turn away, but he took her chin and drew her carefully back to him. “Tell the truth. Did you fake it in bed?”
Her first impulse was to lie, but she shrugged her shoulders. “What do you expect, Orlando? You were always so self-absorbed. So… I don’t know... controlled. It was like you were never really present. So, yes, I faked it… not that I wanted deceive you. It wasn’t that I wanted to hurt you.”
Orlando’s eyes darkened, not from anger it was from something more dangerous.
“Let go of me, Orlando,” she begged, her words coloured with a slight desperation.
“I'm not holding onto you.”
When she tried to slink away, he took hold of her arm. “Are you not curious how it would be if we both were ‘present’ at the same time?”
Rhonda wanted to push him away, but couldn’t. Suddenly her knees gave away and his hand glided under her bare arm…
‘My God,’ she thought with a shudder. ‘What is he trying to pull?’ “I will not sleep with you just because you think you have to show me something,” she said angrily.
“I do not need to sleep with you just to show you something.” He cupped his hand around her neck. “The only thing that is needed is a kiss.” He lowered his voice. “No more lies, no more secrets, no more faking. Just one honest kiss.”
“What would that prove?” Rhonda whispered. She couldn’t think. He was standing so close... and his eyes were suddenly so hypnotic that she was frozen.
“It can prove everything. What have you to lose? It’s only a kiss, isn’t it?”
“Orlando…”
His hand entangled in her hair and lifted her face to his. “Can’t you shut up for even a moment?”
He kissed her and everything inside her grew rigid. Her expectations were high. Her heart started to pound and her knees began to shake. It felt like she had the wind knocked out of her, but the feeling wasn’t painful. ‘Long way from it,’ Rhonda thought, amazed. ‘How did I think Orlando to be self-absorbed and clumsy? He is… devastating.’
He knew her all too well. She poured both her heart and soul out in his sick bed, and now he used that intimate knowledge to make her deepest wishes come true, to explore her darkest secrets…
When his tongue glided in between her lips Rhonda moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She clung to him as her legs had lost all their strength.
The kiss grew more intense and she burned with excitement, and it was only when she thought she couldn’t stand any longer he withdrew.
His breath was heavy, he panting lowly as he shut his eyes. “Did you feel that? It wasn’t just me, was it?”
She couldn’t say anything for a moment. Her heart still pounded and she gasped for breath. She was still drowning in the feeling. “No,” she finally managed to whisper. “It wasn’t just you.”
He opened his eyes to look into hers. “I want you to know one thing. That wasn’t me playing. I didn’t try to at just then. It was real…”
Rhonda laid her hands on each side of his face to draw him close to her. “Can't you please shut up for a little while?”
She kissed him and this time it was Orlando that moaned when their tongues met. Orlando coiled his arms around her, holding her so tightly that Rhonda didn’t know where she ended and he began.
It was like they were made for each other. Their bodies reacted instinctually. When Orlando reached for the buttons on her blouse he didn’t fumble in the slightest. There wasn’t a single moment when Rhonda questioned herself… or wondered if she should stop him. Everything felt natural.
He pushed her blouse over her arms and then his own shirt followed. With their mouths still together he lifted her from the floor and she put her legs around him when he carried her a few steps to her dressing table. With one single motion he cleaned the surface and put her down against the smooth wood. She supported herself with her hands against the surface and arched her back when Orlando bent down to her breast.
He tempted and teased her with his tongue until he heard how she gasped. Rhonda pushed her fingers in his hair and drew him up for another kiss, and then she quickly moved her hands to his belt.
“Rhonda?” he mumbled her name in such a way, she wasn’t sure if it was a question, at the same time he put his own hands on her, as if he wanted to stop her.
“No, please let me,” she whispered and that was the only answer he needed. Quickly he opened the belt and fly, then kissed her so hard that Rhonda had to brace herself against the mirror. She had never been so sexually excited in her whole life. When Orlando pushed her panties down she was ready to explode.
“Hurry up,” she urged him with a raspy voice, her heart thumping so hard that she could feel the vibrations in her chest. He touched her so intimately that she wanted to shout her pleasure along with her frustrations.
She shoved herself closer to him and he had no other option but to slide into her. Both moaned. Rhonda’s head fell back when she crossed her legs hard around his hips, drawing him deeper and deeper inside of her. First he didn’t move. The feelings increased inside both of them and were almost overwhelming. Almost fragile.
Orlando shut his eyes. “You don’t know how good this feels.”
He drew her to the edge of the dressing table where she was more accessible, more open to him, and once they had their arms around each other, he started to move. First slowly, but it was too late in the game for a long courting scene. They had waited far too long for that.
Rhonda gasped his name when she clenched around him. He had his hands on her hips now and moved her body against his own. It was that type of sex she had always dreamt about. That type of sex other people had. Hot. Desperate. Furious.
She had never been loud when she made love, but now she couldn’t hold it in. She could barely believe her own ears when she heard the frantic moans and intense sounds that came from her own throat.
‘Maybe it wasn’t Orlando that was self-absorbed… self-conscious,’ she thought. ‘Maybe it was me that held back. Me… that was scared to lose control.’ Though now she did. She was thrown head first into a frenzied climax that made her feel like she was falling to pieces.
She gasped, then shouted when her body began to shake. Orlando shook and drew her closer, held her firmly so Rhonda could feel his heart beating against her own chest. He kept hold of her like that for several minutes, and then, when it felt like something needed to be said, the doorbell rang.
Rhonda jumped, shocked, and then froze in Orlando’s arms. “Oh, my God…”
“Ignore it,” he mumbled. He was still inside her... still unbelievably hard. With some encouragement…
~*~*~ The End ~*~*~
I know I’m cruel… :)