The Stars Trilogy (38 page)

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

The Daredevils quickly deserted him for Enrique.

Dare wouldn’t have minded at all if only Celine stayed seated at their table. But she was jumping on her ass, screaming louder than the others, giddy as any die-hard fan could be.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Enriqueeeee!!!!”

He wanted to regret inviting Enrique to the party. She didn’t scream like that when she first saw him at the hospital.

Then he had to endure listening to Enrique’s overrated crooning voice and rock star moves on stage that had all the Daredevils going crazy it nearly brought the house down.

He was totally forgotten and ignored by his fans in the next forty-five minutes.

Celine wouldn’t stop gushing about Enrique in the limo.

“Oh gosh, Dare, thank you so much for inviting Enrique! It was the best concert ever! I can’t believe he was there singing! He is sooooo cool! The best! God, I’m so happy!”

The best? Better than him? Her all-time favorite, she’d said? And now she was all praises for Enrique, the little traitor!

“He is so nice and charming! I can’t believe how down to earth he is. I didn’t know you were friends.”

“We’re not.” He felt so guilty for going cold on her the past days that he wanted to cheer her up, and so he asked Ken to call Enrique’s agent and hire the singer for a mini-concert at any cost. Well, what did he know? Enrique happily gave it for free, saying he was a Daredevil himself. Enrique turned out to be a nice guy. If only Celine didn’t find the singer nice, too, and charming and handsome to boot! He was chewing his guts as he took in her animated eyes and flushed cheeks. If she called Enrique ‘cool’ one more time, he won’t be responsible for his actions.

She was happy, indeed. Very happy. He should be pleased that his ‘gift’ worked on her like magic. He just didn’t expect how happy she’d be.

Another bitter truth he’d found out tonight was another guy making her deliriously happy like this didn’t sit well with him. Ben was no longer making her happy that was why she was coming on to him last time, but Enrique?!

He was so furious he wanted to smash something.

“I will never forget this night! He has a concert next month! I’m so gonna be there! He is really the coolest!”

He lost it.

“Shut up!” he barked at her.

Her eyes widened.

Fuck it all to hell.

He grabbed her, his entire being screaming for domination. There was only one urgent thought in mind that fueled the burning need in his body. Erase Enrique from her recent memory!

He wanted her.

Every inch of him was craving for a taste of her.

He was on fire.

Hungry.

Ravenous.

He claimed her lips, driving his tongue in without preliminaries, forgetting all his practiced finesse that had made him a legend with women the world over.

He groaned in relief when her arms wrapped around his neck. She molded her sweet body against him, returning his kisses with equal fervor.

God, he could kiss her forever but he wanted more. He wanted her naked against him, under him.

His cock was threatening to bust his fly, had been burning a huge hole in his pants the past weeks. Fuck, enough of blue balls. He’d be a eunuch soon if he didn’t release this sanity-destroying pressure in his groin. NOW.

He hauled her to straddle him. The elasticity of her dress was perfect for this position. Holding her hips, he ground his groin up against the juncture of her thighs. She gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Feel that, baby?” he rasped, pushing her hips down, guiding her to rub against his massive erection. “Feel how hard I am? It’s all for you. Every inch of it.”

“Oh, Dare!” she gasped, as if in shock. Her eyes were glazed with wonder, as if she was experiencing such intimacy for the first time.

He reached up to cup her face and kissed her again. Pretty soon they were writhing against each other, their breathing hard and him about to lose it in his excitement. His balls had been achingly full for days without relief and he could feel his ejaculate threatening to shoot out of him, and he hadn’t even touched her boobs or her pussy yet!

Lifting her by her ass, he positioned her on the extended seat opposite them, making her lie down on her back. He crouched on the carpeted floor of the limo, resting his weight on his knees, wedging himself between her legs.

He reached for a button, and uttered, “Keep driving,” then another button, sealing the limo’s windows with its automated blinds. He turned on some strategically placed lights on both sides of them , bathing the interior with soft illumination.

He wanted to see her, visually feast on every inch of her.

“Dare...”

“Yes, baby...I want you. I’ve been wanting you for days I ache all over.”

He ran his fingers on her lips, puffy now from his kisses. Her dazed eyes only added to the raging fire in his loins. She was a picture of a very turned on female ready for the taking.

“Do you want me?” he felt the need to ask her, even if it wasn’t necessary. He had to hear it from her sweet lips.

She opened her mouth and sucked his fore and middle fingers, hard and deep. The sensation went straight to his cock like a jolt of current, making his shaft swell even more with lust, if it was still possible. Heat imploded inside him that even the soles of his feet felt on fire, too! “Ohhh fuck, baby! Suck ‘em harder…yes!”

She was sucking just his fingers and it felt like the top of his head would come off. How would it feel for her sweet, sweet mouth to suck his cock?

He hooked his fingers on the elastic top of her dress and pushed it down, exposing her breasts clad in a white strapless bra. He pushed the bra unceremoniously down her chest too, baring her boobs. His pre-cum leaked at the sight of her knockers. He cupped the twin, rounded bumps, squeezing them. She was no extra-inflated silicone babe but her breasts were real. C-cups, said his trained eye used to assessing women’s anatomy at a glance, full, firm and fleshy, standing proudly, her dark pink nipples puckered like little strawberries, begging for his lips.

Slow down…

But he couldn’t slow down. He had been teased long enough. Deprived long enough.

He suckled her, drawing one nipple deep in his mouth. She moaned loudly, calling his name, pushing her chest to his face. He gave her other breast the same attention, fighting the maddening urge to bite her. If he could put both her boobs in his mouth at the same time, he would, so fucking tasty they were. Fuck, if she would respond to him like this just by sucking her breasts, what would she do when he sucked her clit?

There was only one way to find out. He shoved the hem of her dress up her hips, curvy hips made for a man’s big hands to hold on to while he pumped away, ripping muscle. HIS hands. And that furious muscle between his legs was so strained it might just rapture any moment.

Get a fucking grip.

Her gorgeous legs were split open, giving him the best view to paradise.

“Dare...” Her hands went down to cover her most private part, her face flushed,  embarrassed. Put on or not, he found that sexy and adorable. He was used to shameless display of lust from women. It was refreshing to have someone with a bit of reservation.

“No, baby, you’re beautiful here. I wanna look at you.”

“But why...?”

He grinned. What a question!

He gently removed her hands from her groin. Her pussy was covered by a white scrap of thong, outlining her fleshy camel toe. His mouth watered. He ripped one strand of her panties in a quick tug, getting the flimsy thing out of his way.

He couldn’t seem to breathe.

Mother of all snatches!

Insanely gorgeous pussy.

Her outer labia were smooth except for a neat triangular strip at the top of her slit.

Man, was he a goner?

Totally.

Fuck everything.

This pussy was HIS.

He framed it with his palms and stared at it. What a freaking beautiful cunt. His thumbs peeled open her outer lips some more, exposing the inner crevices. She had a more pronounced clit than most women he’d had before, and man, what a fucking luscious, little thing of beauty. Perfect for tongue action.

She was dripping, her glistening, sticky, whitish juices practically oozing out of her little hole like a fountain of cream. Unusually tiny opening, too and he wondered if she could take his monstrously erect cock right now. He could tell right away if a pussy could take him comfortably. She looked kind of tight he was hesitant to shove his fingers inside her. Damn, it was the first time for him to be afraid to rough play a dripping cunt. But this was a pussy any man would fantasize about. Lush like a rose bud, with full, velvety soft petals, fresh, exotic aroma and abundant nectar. He nearly laughed out loud at his poetic thoughts at a time like this. Fuck him, he was turning into a pussy staring at her pussy.

“Dare...please...stop looking...I can’t stand it!”

He grinned. “Oh yeah?”

He brushed his clit with his thumb.

She jerked, electrified. Her eyes flew open. “Dare...!”

“Yes, baby?” He’d seen all kinds of pussy but hers had him enthralled. If this was the temple of Sheba, he’d come worshiping every fucking day. Every fucking hour. Minutes. Seconds.

He stroked her clit again, vertical glides, in slow succession.

Her lower body came off of the seat. “Oh, oh, oh God, Dare...stop! I can’t...”

“Don’t you like this, baby? Hmmm?” He ran his thumbs alternately over her clit in an upward and downward swipes and then in a circular motion. The moans that escaped from her lips were anguished. But he knew they were of pleasure. Unbelievably sexy.

“Dare...I can’t stand it. Please...stop!”

He stopped.

Her hands immediately went to cover his. “No!” But she was pushing his hands hard on her moist center. “Don’t stop!”

He’d forgotten how to truly enjoy a woman’s pleasure without the usual power play. Sex to him was either a showdown of self-control or pure self-gratification. The display of naked need in her eyes warmed him in a manner that had nothing to do with his libido. He wanted to pleasure her and look at her while she took her pleasure, even as his cock was screaming bloody murder, demanding to cream in her tunnel of cream. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me...”

“Don’t stop...Oooh, please, do it again...”

He smiled knowingly and resumed the rhythmic movements of his fingers, spreading her juices all over the silky smooth contours of her cunt. Looking down at his handiwork was the sweetest torture. His fingers looked like they were swimming in honey and vanilla froth. Fuck,  he’d never had a pussy as wet as this!

Unable to help himself, he bent to taste her.

“Oh my God!” she shouted.

Indeed, only someone as great as THAT could create something this incredibly beautiful, something this delectable. Her taste was redolent of wild exotic fruits. Addicting. He lapped and sucked and licked her, all of her, concentrating on her clit. The little bean was throbbing like an agitated nerve against his tongue. Her hands were gripping his wrists, her fingernails biting onto his forearms as her moans grew louder and louder.

He had done this many times before, fucked women in his limo, three or four of them at the same time. He rarely had one on one these days. One on ones were boring. He liked to shag hard and dirty and with wild beasts who could take some rough play. But he was not as excited as this, not as aroused and captivated by his partner like this, even if he was doing it the sweet, traditional, vanilla way.

Fuck, he’d missed the basics of sex. 

He unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

Fuck. Look at that.

He was unbelievably erect at an angle that was almost parallel to his belly, the tip reaching his navel. This kind of erection hadn’t happened in ages. He was awed by it. He squeezed the base of his shaft hard and gave it a few vigorous shake to delay his ejaculation a bit longer. He was leaking like a faucet with a busted gasket, so fucking stiff he could crack a nut.

“Dare...please, please!”

He stared at her wet, wet pussy and he knew he won’t last a second if he impaled her now. To be surrounded by her hot, tight, moist sex, he would spurt his semen even before he could start moving, so far gone he was. It was an insane kind of lust. The more he controlled it, the more it felt like thousands of sharp needles were pricking his entire body, making him shudder in pleasure-pain.

He guided himself to slide against her inner labia, rubbing the entire expanse with the muscled ridge of his shaft. He groaned at the toe-curling bliss of it. She was hot, her inner and outer folds half-wrapping his rod in wet velvet as he sawed in between. He could come just looking at this. She was spectacular as she thrashed her head from side to side, her body arching in wild abandon, her eyes closed tightly as she repeatedly bit her bottom lip.

He bent and licked and suckled her nipples while he rubbed their genitals together expertly.

It was madness. THIS.

“Ah baby, you’re so fucking wet. I want to swim in your wetness, drown in it. You feel so damn good. So damn good! Open your eyes, baby. Look at me.”

Her eyes flew open, desperate with need.

“Now, tell me how you feel.”

“I feel hot…good…I ache…Ohhhhh. Dare, please!”

“Tell me what you want…”

“Dare…please…please, please, please!”

“Come on, baby, tell me what you need right now.”

She shook her head, delirious, her eyes dilated now. “I don’t know! I don’t know! Please!”

Fuck, her innocent act was unique. Her cream-flowing pussy belied it though. “You know what you want, baby. You want to come. You want to come around my cock. Tell me.” He rubbed against her faster, up and down, side to side, again and again.

Shit, he was going to come…

He pushed the hood of her clit back, pressed the crown of his cock directly on her pleasure trigger and did a masterful series of rapid circular movements, driving her to the edge.

She sobbed. “Stop, stop, stop! I can’t stand it, Dare! Stop!”