April, Dani - Superstar (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

His smile told her she did not have to ask him twice. He led her to the bed and pulled back the quilt for her. She crawled inside and he followed her. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she stopped him and helped him to pull off his shirt.

“Your body’s warmer than your clothes,” she said as she reached down to the zipper on his jeans. “Right now I need to be as warm as I can get.”

Wearing just his briefs, he crawled in next to her and took her body, clad in the heavy fur coat, into his arms and pulled the covers across them. Gratefully, she snuggled against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Your coat is so soft,” he murmured into her ear, his hands soothing her as they ran up and down her spine.

“My body will feel even better,” she teased him. “But right now I’m just too cold to take the coat off, and I feel so warm in your arms just like this.”

They lay quietly for a moment just enjoying the feel of each other. She could feel his breath against her skin tickling the small hairs on the back of her neck. He pulled her long hair aside and stroked her face gently.

“Are you scared, Chrissie?”

She was surprised at his question, but then she smiled and hid her face in his chest. “I’m terrified,” she admitted.

“I’m glad you said so.”

“Why? You want me to be scared?”

“No,” he answered. “But if you weren’t scared, it would mean you didn’t feel the same way about me as I feel about you.”

She laughed and felt the muscles on his chest ripple beneath her face. “Twisted logic,” she said. “You should be a screenwriter.”

“I care about you,” he told her simply. “Whenever I’ve thought of a girl, it’s always been your face I was thinking of.”

She squeezed him tighter in her grip, never wanting to let go of him. “Now you are really scaring me.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to let you know how I felt.”

“How many girlfriends have you had, Scott?”

“Zero,” he said without hesitation.

She snuggled deeper into the hard ridges of his chest. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “People always end up brokenhearted on the first one.”

“Will you break my heart, Chrissie?” he asked, never once ceasing to stroke her with his calm hands.

“I don’t want to.” She kissed his chest and ran her hands down his hard body, feeling his strength. “But I might.”

“Actually, Chrissie, I am afraid of you,” he told her. “The more I let myself get to know you, the more scared I become.”

“If I wasn’t famous, if I was just a normal girl from your little town, how would you feel?”

He thought about it a moment and kissed the top of her head. “That’s an impossible question to answer. You are Chrissie Murphy. You are who you are. And me…I guess I’m just a dreamer.”

She took his nipple between her teeth and bit down lightly. “Did you also know that Chrissie Murphy is a spoiled and selfish little bitch?” she asked him.

“Of course.” He was undeterred. “I watched every episode of your TV show.”

“But my character was sweet in that show.” She lifted her head from him and looked down his naked chest and into his eyes.

“You weren’t that sweet.” He laughed. “Anyway, I read a lot of stories about you. About how you always wanted your own way whenever you’d go on tour, how you had a lot of boyfriends and could never get along with any of the dancers in your live show.”

“Stop it.” She hit him in the ribs. “What kind of stories have you been reading about me?”

He ran his hands down her length and began massaging her buttocks beneath the fur. She could feel his erection proudly poking her stomach from under his underwear.

“Have you ever seen me perform live?” she asked him, settling herself back against his chest and welcoming his caress.

“No. You’ve never performed close to my home. You’re way too popular to perform in small towns.”

They looked at each other and smiled as his cock poked her in the side again. “Mind if I take these off?” he asked. “They’re getting slightly uncomfortable.”

“Yes, I think so.” She giggled and reached beneath the cover to help him free himself from the white cotton briefs. His cock was huge and on fire. The heat radiating off that single muscle brought more warmth beneath the quilt as she cuddled back against his now fully nude body.

“Is that better?” she asked.

“Much.” He sighed and gripped her tighter in his arms. “This is like paradise to lie here with you in my arms.”

“When you used to watch my show, did you ever think you would end up fucking me?” Her mind had turned naughty with reckless abandon as she nibbled up the side of his neck.

“Of course not, how could I have?” He laughed at her candor.

“What if we just stayed here at this cabin…all four of us…and never left? Just stayed here forever…”

“We’d run out of food…Ow!” She had bitten into his neck again.

“You know what I mean.” She licked up his neck and to his face, close to his lips, but never touching them.

“If you stayed here forever, I’d stay with you,” he whispered to her, his cock tapping dangerously against the fur coat.

“And what if I left, would you go with me?”

“If you let me go with you.”

“I hope I’ll be able to let you go with me.” Her lips finally met his. He eagerly opened his mouth for her. Their tongues met and tasted of each other, their saliva mixed, their breaths merging.

“Are you warm now, Chrissie?” he asked her when she pulled away for breath.

“It feels like it’s getting too warm under here.”

“I know how to fix that.” And in one abrupt motion he pulled open her fur. Beneath, she was naked. She put up no resistance as he slid it over her shoulders and down her arms.

Wrapping her arms back around the muscles of his body, she was as naked as he was. Their bodies pressed against each other under the covers, their mouths met once more and opened for their tongues to play. His hands went exploring over her body, touching every fold and valley, caressing every curve. She found it hard to breathe under his touch, and the warmth in her body settled down into her belly and between her thighs as she felt moisture began to coat her inner walls.

“You’re not making things any better.” Her voice was muffled as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth. “Now you’re making us too hot in here.”

He laughed and bit her lip, nibbling gently with his teeth. She gave a long, low exhale, her breath mixing with his. “I know you’ve had a lot of lovers, Chrissie,” he whispered to her in the dark. “I hope I stack up to the rest of them?”

She laughed and continued to kiss him. “You’re definitely in the top three,” she told him.

Her legs had gone open without her even noticing. She was trying to stem the dull ache arising from her pussy. A jolt went through her as his cockhead touched her pussy lips under the blanket. Her thighs quivered at the touch. She started to reach under the covers for him, but he was ahead of her. His hand went between them, his fingers caressing her mons and sliding under her. He tested her readiness by sliding a finger between her lips and up inside her. She knew all he would feel was her sticky wetness. When he removed the finger, he tortured her clit with a few flicks that sent her oversensitive muscles to spasms, and then he positioned himself and she wiggled her hips, allowing her soaking pussy to slide over him.

Another jolt as his tip pushed aside her lips and entered her. She moaned into his ear. Having secured himself an entrance inside her body, he moved his hands up to her chest to cup her breasts. She could feel his urgency. He was more insistent than he had been that morning. He was rough, his palms gripping her flesh tightly, and leaving the marks of their passion behind.

She thought she would have time to slide down him, to adjust once more to his size as he penetrated her, but this time he surprised her. He arched his hips and, in one massive thrust, moved to her depths. At the same instant, he bent to one of her captured breasts and took the nipple hungrily inside his mouth.

She arched her back, threw her head into the air, and let out a scream at the suddenness of his actions. There was a moment of discomfort, and then the pleasure started to envelope her as his cock began to move in her, plumbing between her legs, spreading her lips wide and working her inner muscles to intense contractions with every pounding thrust.

He held her tightly in his arms and was not about to let her go or even to squirm against him. She held on for the ride and repositioned her knees at his sides, trying to get comfortable as he pumped her. All she could do with her arms, feeling useless against his strength, was to hold onto his head as he sucked at her breasts. He lunged up in bed with her securely fastened to his lap by his erect cock. When he sat up, his driving cock found her at even deeper levels. The covers of the bed fell away from their naked bodies.

She shut her eyes tight, opened her mouth, and let out another long scream. Her legs wrapped around his back, and her hips began to gyrate to his rhythm. Suddenly there was no air in the room, and she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs were about to burst, and her body was starting to shiver from the contractions issuing from her pussy muscles.

“No! I can’t stand it!” she called into the darkened room. It was a contradictory statement because another part of her would not let him stop what he was doing. If she had been afraid a few moments before because of the uncertainty of her future and the dim prospects for sustaining a relationship with her lovers from the cabin, a whole new fear had besieged her. This one was in the here and now and had to be dealt with. She thought she was about to lose her mind as her body was pounded and used by the man bucking between her outstretched knees underneath her.

Her breath came in quick pants. Every muscle in her body had tensed up. Her fingernails dug into the back of his neck. The heels of her feet bore down into the mattress. She tensed her body to receive him. Surely he wouldn’t last much longer. He had to be feeling the same intensity that she was.

He was pumping her fast and taking her higher, driving her forward toward what would be an unbearable climax, but his energy seemed to know no boundary. Beneath her, his rock-hard muscles had tensed. His erection was pounding against her cervix, threatening to rupture her. The film of sweat was starting to cover both their heaving bodies.

She felt the sweat run down her brow. Tears were running from between her tightly shut eyelids. Small sobs mixed with an occasional scream were escaping her throat. Saliva was pooling in the back of her mouth as she jutted out her lower jaw against the pressure of his pounding manhood inside her body.

She was going to have a stroke, a heart attack, or simply go insane and never recover. When the pressure had built to a crescendo, she gave voice to every obscenity she could think of. She was helpless against his attack, and he was taking her over the edge.

When the climaxes started, they hit her body like a freight train. There was not just one, but two, three…she lost count. She held onto his heaving, thrusting body for dear life as he forced her again and again.

At last the warm, powerful jets of liquid flew up into her womb, and after another few powerful thrusts to fully empty himself, he went still. It was over.

Still locked in his arms, she fell back onto the bed on top of him.

She moved off him and onto her side. He rolled onto his side to face her. Looking into his eyes, she could see he was as exhausted as she was. It was several moments before either of them could catch their breath.

Now that it was over and the afterglow had set in, a smile curled her lips and she let go a weak little laugh. “What was that?” she asked him, basking in the beautiful twilight of their love.