April, Dani - Superstar (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (17 page)

She loved this man so much, and she knew how to please a man with her mouth, tongue, and hands. She was going to give him everything she could. A squishy sound formed between her lips as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper each time down. Her throat relaxed, and she soon gave up the urge to gag as she swallowed more of his impressive length. His cock was on fire as it slid all the way down her throat and felt like it was made of molten steel because it had grown so hard inside her mouth.

Finally, she let up on him, not wanting to take him over the edge before she had gotten a chance to have her own satisfaction, and she could hear him breathe an audible sigh of relief as she let his engorged muscle pop from between her puckered lips.

She lay back fully on the bed, spreading her arms out to either side, and waited. He came and hovered above her.

“I’m a little sore from before, so take it easy, all right?”

“Anything you say, darling.”

He lifted her shirt from around her knees and peeled it back up her thighs, bunching it around her stomach, revealing her mound to the cool night air of the bedroom. She hiked up her legs for him. He took her knees in his hands and spread them wide.

Running his cock slowly along her pussy lips to lubricate it, he sent jolts and shivers up her spine. He was taking his time. It felt so nice to just lay back spread eagled and allow this man who she loved so deeply to massage her down there, her ultrasensitive lips swelling to the touch of his head as he ran along the outside of her entrance.

“I’m going to take us slow, darling,” he told her. “You let me know how it feels.”

“It’s going to feel wonderful,” she told him confidently.

To prolong her pleasure, he let his cockhead toy with her pussy lips, gently and lovingly torturing her clit. She moaned and squirmed under his touch.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she purred with her eyes closed.

“Bet you never thought you’d have three brothers making love to you.”

She laughed. Another jolt of energy went through her as his cock stroked her clit and made her wiggle her hips again. “That’s one thing even the likes of Chrissie Murphy never imagined.”

“You ready for me to go inside you, honey?”

“Silly, I’ve been ready for the last ten minutes.” She laughed, opening her eyes and looking down her body at his angry-looking cock that was about to impale her body. She moaned again. She was all lubed up and ready for him.

He moved his hips against her with a controlled confidence. His member slipped inside her wet sex and slowly penetrated. He took his time and let her get comfortable with him inserted in her pussy. His strokes were slow but firm, spreading her pussy lips wider as he delved deeper.

“Oh God yes, that’s good.” She moaned and moved her knees up higher to give him better access to her.

“I want to see you, Chrissie,” he told her running his hands up her body and beneath her shirt, finding her swollen nipples and teasing them with his touch. “Baby, your body is so beautiful. You’re so warm and wet. You feel so good…”

She reached down and took the shirt off over her head. He slowed his thrusts briefly as she settled underneath him once again. Then he fell on top of her naked body and took her nipples in his mouth. She reached down and ran her hands over the surface of his tightly strung buttocks and urged him to go deeper and harder.

He came up to her mouth, and their lips locked. “I love you, Chrissie Murphy, Superstar,” he told her.

“I love you, Brad Hudson, Average Joe,” she moaned back against his kiss.

Then he found her G-spot and was stroking back and forth outrageously. She almost choked on the pleasure this brought her. “Oh yes, darling…right there. Don’t stop, oh please more! Yes, more!”

She wrapped her legs around his back and wrestled him across the bed. He laughed at her determined fight. First she was on top of him, and then he rolled her back over against the mattress and was over her. They played with each other in this way, all the time their nude bodies were bucking and heaving against one another.

At last they rolled off the bed and fell onto the floor in a heap, the bedclothes falling down with them and on top of them, covering them under their warm embrace from head to toe.

This was another moment when they both shared a good laugh together. Though he was still lodged deeply in her canal, neither of them could stop laughing. Here they were on the cold wood floor of the bedroom completely covered with the blankets from the bed over them, and they couldn’t stop laughing even though both their swollen sexes continued to bump and grind against each other.

“I feel like a teenager,” he told her.

“This isn’t what teenagers do,” Chrissie corrected him, tears of laughter still streaming down her face.

“Why? What do movie star teenagers do?”

“You don’t want to know.” She opened her mouth to his to stop further questions.

Her legs were scrunched up beneath her arms, and he had penetrated her to the hilt. Each time he arched his hips into her, his cock plunged to the top muscles deep inside her body. She began grinding her hips back at him in rhythm.

“Darling, I’m about to come,” she warned him. “Promise me no matter how loud I scream, you won’t stop.”

“So I’m free to ravage you completely?”

“You got it.” She panted in uncomfortable breaths as her climax built with the forward motion of his hips.

She took hold of the blankets surrounding them on the floor, her body tensing with alarm. The blankets were not substantial enough to hold onto. She searched out his body beneath the dark valleys of the covers and clung to him tightly. She knew she pinched his arms so tightly she was probably leaving a mark, but she didn’t care at that moment. All she could focus on was the budding tension between her thighs and inside her pussy as he increased the duration and speed of his thrusts to accommodate her, to drive her over the edge and off the cliff.

For the second time that night, she thought she was going to die. Her heart hammered in her chest until she thought it had stopped. She moved her head back and forth, the floorboards hard against her.
How could she have let this happen to her again so soon after the last cataclysm had rocked her world only an hour before?

She knew she loved these guys. That was the only sane answer in a world suddenly spinning with insanity, more so with each giant thrust he took up into her body.

“
Ahhhhhh…
” she screamed out from beneath the covers. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, and the tension echoing from her pussy muscles sent her momentarily mad.

Her body went numb, and she was barely aware of his ejaculation inside her. When it was over he took her in his big, muscular arms and kissed her until she went to sleep.

* * * *

She caught him, dragging him back down to her as he was trying to get up to leave. “No you don’t,” she told him. “Scott already left me tonight. Don’t you try and pull that on me as well.”

“Sorry, baby.” He wrapped his arms back around her. They were still naked and on the floor, the fallen mess of the bed clothes still entwining their bodies together.

“I talked to my dad tonight,” she told him after a few moments of silence and peace where all she did was listen to the steady beat of his heart inside his chest.

“I bet he was relieved,” Brad said through a sleep-filled voice.

“He wasn’t,” Chrissie told him. “He was angry.”

“He was angry at you?”

“No, he was angry at you.” She stirred restlessly at his side. “He thought you had kidnapped me.”

“Why?”

“He has his own ideas about everything. He never listens to a thing I have to say. Sometimes I wonder if he even cares about how I really feel. I’m expected to act a certain way all the time. If I don’t act that way, then something is wrong with me.”

“I use to listen to some of his country western music when I was a kid,” Brad told her. His hand had now run around from her waist to her breast and was gently stroking her.

“Yeah, he had one hit song about twenty years ago,” Chrissie told him. “After that he focused all his energy on my career. He had me dancing in shows when I was three years old.”

“Chrissie?” Brad asked her. “Maybe you didn’t want to be famous? Maybe your dad was driving your career for you all the time?”

“He was,” she admitted. “But it’s not so bad. I have a lot to thank him for. I mean I am rich and famous at twenty-one. Every other girl in the world would trade places with me if they could.”

“I just wish they could,” Brad told her.

“I liked all the interesting people I met and the fans screaming at me when I’d come on stage,” Chrissie said, enjoying what he was doing with his hand. “But I got burned out of all that. I don’t want it anymore. I think I had enough of that lifestyle to last me forever. The thing is, until I met you guys, I didn’t know another life existed but the one I had.”

Brad smiled and leaned over her to give her a loving kiss. “I just had a crazy thought.”

“What?” She smiled back up at him.

“I’d like to take you back home to meet our mom. I think you would like her.”

“If I was a normal girl, I’d like to go home and meet your mom.” She pushed away from him and sat up. Her muscles ached from the intense sex and also, she guessed, from having slept several hours on the floor.

“It’s getting light outside,” she said, looking out through the window.

Pushing herself to her feet, she walked naked across the room to look out at the first light of the new day. The first rays of the sun were just touching the mountaintops. It was gorgeous. She looked up to the sky and saw the last flicker of stars far above. Everything looked so big and open out there. The world looked like it would be a happy place and full of opportunity for love and joy. She felt a shiver run through her when she thought she would never be a part of that world.

Brad didn’t bother to retrieve his clothes either and walked over to stand at her back. He put his arms around her shoulders, and she gladly accepted them and savored the feel of his hard and warm body nestled against her back. At least she had this time and this one precious moment, she thought. This was pure happiness what she had right here, and what she’d had ever since the brothers rescued her.

Something snapped in her then, and she made a decision that she knew would change the rest of her life. But it was better than going back to the hotel and thinking about killing herself again.

“Will you guys run away with me, Brad?” she asked him, so tense now that she did not even bother to look back at him. Her question hung in the air for a moment.

“Would that really work, Chrissie?” he asked, sounding unsure.

“Don’t answer my question with a question,” she shot back at him, a touch of anger in her voice. “Will the three of you run away with me?”

“Yes, Chrissie,” he told her. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll run away with you. I can’t speak for my brothers, but I think they’ll be with you as well. We love you. You’re a part of us now. I don’t think there’s anything we wouldn’t do for you.”

“We could go someplace far away.” She smiled as she spoke and her thoughts became very far away. “We’ll go someplace just as beautiful as here and live as a family for the rest of our lives.”

“Is that what you really want? To give up the life you’ve got for three rough-and-tumble brothers from a family of carpenters and construction workers?”

She kissed his arm that held her so firmly. “Yes,” she told him. “I want that more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.”

“You’re scaring me, Chrissie.” He nuzzled her hair with his chin. “Because I really think you might be serious.”