The Stars Trilogy (51 page)

He’d been itching to touch her the whole day but he checked himself. He didn’t know if she’d already healed from their first intercourse. And oddly, he didn’t want her to feel like all he wanted to do with her was have sex. He didn’t want her to ever think he was just using her for sex. Because once he started, he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Seriously? Where the fuck are all these shit coming from, lecher? You’re turning into a fucking saint and it does not become you, horndog.

“Dare!” she called him again.

He sighed and turned around.

She was sitting there, her wet hair sleeked back from her forehead, her skin glistening. She stretched her arms, beckoning him. “Come!”

God help him. How can he let her go when it was time?

He should be able to let her go when it was time.

He couldn’t keep her. Six months was his limit.

You can marry her. She can stay for two years.

No, he was done with fucking marriages. How ironic it was that Celine even helped him settle his third divorce?

She stood up, water dripping from her body and waded toward where he was standing,

He lost the battle with his self-control.

He walked to the edge of the lagoon and sat on his haunches just as she reached him.

“What are you thinking?”

He touched her hips with both hands.“Nothing.”

“Why do men say nothing when it’s clear there’s something going on in their minds?”

He smiled. “Touche.” He kissed the valley between her breasts. “I was just thinking it’s been more than twenty four hours since your last orgasm.”

She gasped faintly. “Dare…”

He brushed her mound with the back of his hand lightly. “Does your little honey pot want to give Daddy something sweet to lick?”

She mewed.

He palmed her mound, his middle finger slipping between her nether lips, rubbing her clit.

She whimpered. “Dare…”

“I can feel how hot you are, baby. I want you to drip honey on my fingers.”

“And I want you to spurt cream on my…chest.”

He chuckled and slapped her rump playfully.  “Damn,  you’re a quick learner.”

Minutes later, Celine was eagerly playing with his cock like she was its master. She seemed to have lost her fear of it again.

She was kneeling between his legs, rapt in attention as she studied his member with the real curiosity of a sexual novice, investigating every detail. He indulged her, holding his breath for minutes now, enduring the tight tension in his groin caused by her touch. His balls were on fire now.

“Enough playing with the monkey, babe,” he growled. “Can’t you see how stressed it is already?”

She smiled at him impishly. “It’s not a monkey. It’s a gorilla. Look at his big head and giant body. Yeah, it’s pretty stressed now I can hear it roaring with so much blood.”

He burst out laughing again. No woman could make him laugh while engaged in sex. Most women he’d played before knew all the tricks of dirty talking but they were not funny. Celine’s humor was strangely effective on him. It wasn’t like she was saying really funny things but the fact that she was a virgin and could talk like this really amused him. She was clearly just imitating the way he talked to her and  could come up with her own lines quickly.

“You’re a little extra curious with my cock.”

“Don’t you like it? I want to really get to know it better. I think I’m having some penis envy.” She  cupped his balls gently.

“Now, where did you learn such things, young lady? Have you been watching bondage films?”

“Freud, silly.”

“That crazy ole bloke?”

“Well, compared to Nietzsche who is your idol, Freud is quite tame.”

He snorted. “I’d expect you to show me how you play with your pussy, too.”

Her eyes widened and shook her head.

“What, turnabout is fair play.”

“I don’t touch myself.”

His brows arched. “You don’t masturbate?”

She shook her head again.

“Never?”

Again she shook her head.

This discovery floored him like nothing else. “That time in the limo was your first time to come?”

She turned beet red.

“How old are you?”

She glared at him. “I just turned twenty-five. Yes, too ancient to be still a virgin in your book. Worse, a virgin who hasn’t experienced orgasm until you showed her how to have one.”

He stared at her defiant eyes not knowing whether to thump his chest like Tarzan or do a monkey dance. He let himself bask in the glory of being her first lover and the first one to give her an orgasm. She was exactly the kind of lover that he didn’t want. BEFORE. But now…

Fuck he felt smug like a three-point shooter in the last ten seconds of the NBA finals. He slowly smiled and framed her face, running his thumb across her puffy lips. Now, these beauties were not only made for kissing. “Baby, you have a lot of catching up to do and how lucky you are that I’m here to give you free lessons?”

She made an unladylike snort. “Yeah, well…sex is kind of…overrated.”

“Now, that’s a good line.”

“What..? Its not a line.”

“It’s asking a man to change your mind. ”

“Come on, did all those women you’ve hung out with throw lines all over the place? You seem to know them from A to Z.”

“Yes. They try all the tricks to get me to fuck them.”

She splashed water in his face.

He chuckled. “What…?”

“I’m not trying to get you to ffff…me.”

“Fuck, baby. Say it. It’s the most used and abused word in the dictionary.”

She pouted. “You’re so crude.”

“And you’re a prude who knows how to bait a man like a pro. I bet you’ve been reading a lot of feminist shit.”

“I wasn’t throwing you a line!”

“I know you’re not throwing me any lines. Just don’t speak like that to any man. And you’re gripping my balls way too tightly now, cupcake.”

She let go of his balls but not his shaft. “Like I’d sex talk just anybody!”

“Okay, sex talk me, then.”

“Dare…you’re embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassing you? You’re the one holding my cock.”

“I said sex is overrated. You know, intercourse, not orgasm. Orgasm is…” She grinned at him like a little cat that swallowed a can of cream. “Orgasm is addicting.”

He swore it would be his cream she’d be swallowing soon. “I see. Do you want one now?”

She bit her lower lip.“Uhm, yes.”

He reached for his pants and her dress nearby and  lay them near the edge of the lagoon. He then hauled her up and made her sit on their clothes and pushed her to lie down, leaving her legs dangling on the edge.

He spread her legs wide and knelt between them.

Celine knew now what he would do next. It was so intimate, the way he would pleasure her like this but it was a  most exquisitely pleasurable experience.

His tongue swiped her cleft from bottom to top. She keened, scalded by the heat.

Scandalous! But this was Dare, her beloved Dare...He was so great at this and she wondered how many women had been the recipient of this kind of pleasure from him.

He sucked her clit and she lost all coherent thoughts. She moaned and thrashed beneath his skillful onslaught. She was burning with the delicious sensations converging between her legs, where he was devouring her hungrily, relentlessly. Gosh, this was what those erotic romance authors were describing in their books! They were not making it all up, after all!

“Baby, you’re so fucking wet...I love your taste...”

“Mmmmm.” Just then she felt an intrusion into her opening. “Dare!” she cried out, alarmed.

“We need to stretch you a bit, baby. Relax. Just a finger.”

She felt his finger entering her slowly as he licked her clit and she was lost again in the maelstrom of sensations.

He inserted another digit into her tight passage and she only gasped a bit and then moaned as he licked her little bundle of joyful nerves. Her clit was a marvel of nature, beautiful, responsive and delicious. She had secreted so much wetness that it was a bit easier to penetrate her now, though she was still tight as a fist.

Shit, his cock hurt like hell now.

He finger-fucked her gently, building her up for release.

When she was mindless with it, he hauled her up and reversed their position. He sat on the edge of the lagoon and made her sit astride him.

“Dare! Oh...what are you...?”

“Okay, sweety, let’s practice.”

His cock was rearing like a dagger between them, ready to pierce her. But he knew he would hurt her.

“You do it, baby.”

“Huh?”

“You guide me inside you. It will be less painful if you control the penetration.”

She shook her head. “But I don’t know...”

“I’ll help you.”

He positioned her astride him, arranging her legs on either side of his hips. Supporting her waist, he rubbed their groins together. “See?”

“Ohhh...yes...”

“Now, guide me inside you.”

She reached for his cock and like the first time, she rubbed its head against her wetness. She seemed to like this very much. “Babe, I’ll spill if you continue doing that.”

“I can’t find my hole...”

He laughed and playfully slapped her ass. “Celine, don’t play with me. I’m close, baby.”

“I really can’t! Is it here...? Here?”

She was rubbing his member all over her pussy lips,   stimulating it too much. He cursed and helped her. He rimmed her wet opening with his fingers. “It’s here, baby. Can you feel that? This is where you put it.”

“Oh, okay.” She gripped his penis again and positioned it where it should be. “Here we go...”

She slowly sank on his length. “Ohhh!” she gasped.

He felt her tender flesh yielding to the pressure of his cock head and he was going in... He gritted his teeth at the piercing pleasure of it. “That’s right, baby. Yes!”

“Oh my...you’re so big!”

He almost laughed again. Damn, she can make a man feel like Kingkong! “I know. Practice, baby.”

“Hmmmm.” She sank lower, her pussy swallowing the head of his cock and then she stopped.

“I don’t think it can go any deeper.”

“The hell it won’t. You haven’t even taken half.”

“I don’t think I can take any more!”

He cussed. “Just a little bit more, baby, please. Take half.”

“How in hell do you please your women with this? It’s awful!”

He gave a bark of laughter. “Soon woman, you’re gonna take that back.”

She pushed down again and froze. “I really can’t. Dare...I think...we will just be friends.”

“Friends?”

“We won’t fit. We are sexually incompatible. But we can still do oral stuff. We can be friends with oral benefits.”

“Like hell!” he said gruffly. “We can’t be friends.” He reversed their position again. He put her legs over his arms and dragged her hips to the right angle of penetration. He began circling her clit again with his thumb.

“Ooohh, that’s really good! I love that, Dare. I’m so definitely okay with that! I can live with your fingers!”

“But I can’t. Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes. He guided his shaft to enter her again. He began a slow push and pull movement in tandem with his finger’s movements on her clit.

He sighed in relief when she was again writhing in pleasure. As he increased the pressure on her clit, he pushed his cock deeper into her tight little tunnel. Fuck, she was unbelievably small and his entry was difficult but she didn’t seem to be in pain.

He was able to get in halfway.

She was clenching around his shaft now and he was gritting his teeth to repress his release. Gracious fuck, this was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

“Dare, please, don’t stop...don’t stop.”

He rubbed her faster and faster and when he felt the first shudder of her orgasm, he applied more pressure, bringing his entire length inside her to the hilt.

Her shriek of pain dissolved in her moans of ecstasy.

He unleashed his passion then.

He rode her climax, pumping in and out of her with quick, shallow thrusts. With just a few strokes, he erupted, filling her with another seemingly endless stream of his cum.

His head swam with mind-blowing pleasure. He felt it all the way to his extremities.

Mother of all cums, I love this! This is grade A, premium orgasm. I fucking want more of this!

He collapsed on her, shuddering with the aftershocks of his release.

Fuck, his record was becoming worse. Before her, he could last for hours hammering several pussies without shooting a load. Now he couldn’t last two minutes inside her and off he’d go like a fucking hydrogen bomb.

He was just so thankful she was a virgin and didn’t have anybody to compare his performance with.

Chapter Twenty-two

“I hate graduation. Every time I graduate, you get married. Just as I was off high school, you married Alana. Now that I just finished college, you married Naiomi! Why do you do that? I don’t want to celebrate. Anyway, here’s my gift to you– my magna cum laude medal. I hope you receive it. I’m giving it to you because you were my inspiration. You still are. I’m thinking of taking a post grad course in NYC but my folks won’t allow me. So I’m settling for the Tisch in Singapore. Sorry, I can’t pretend. I’m not happy today. But I will try to be happy for you. Congratulations, Dare. Take care always...”