April, Dani - Superstar (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (23 page)

“Well, you’ve got me there. I can’t deny that.”

Her movie on the TV screen had reached a scene at a wedding where her character was singing a song. It was an outdoor shot at a pagoda. A host of extras were on screen dancing behind her.

“The roof is going to fall down on me in about a minute,” she told him. “Just when I finish the song.”

“How do they do that and make it safe for you and the other actors?”

“Two sets,” she explained. “I sing on both sets. This one right now is the real pagoda we shot at. It isn’t really going to fall down. Now see right here they cut to the crowd and then back to me. Now we’re actually shooting on a different set. That was like a week later after we did the first take.”

“It looks the same.”

“Yes, we had real good production people on this film. That’s a prop setting behind us now. We were on stage about fifty yards or so away from it. So when it falls down, we just react to it, but we’re not really close to it.”

“It looks like you’re standing right underneath it.”

“That was the film editor. He split the shots and put a close-up on the background. There, see now it’s falling down.”

“You look like you’re really scared.”

“I really was scared. Daddy was on the set that day watching me, and the director had just yelled at me. We had already done a dozen takes. Then Daddy started yelling at me, and Melinda, one of my PR people, started telling me I was lazy and embarrassing my father…so yes, I was really scared in that shot.”

Brad hugged her tightly against his body, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I guess this movie wasn’t as fun behind the scenes as it is to watch on TV.”

“No, it sure wasn’t,” she told him and cuddled up closer to him.

Scott came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, his great abs on display. “Your turn next, bro,” he called to Brad.

“Thanks, man. Suddenly I don’t think I like this movie as well as I did before.” He gave Chrissie another kiss and then got up off the bed and headed to the shower. After he closed the door behind himself, the water spray noise from the bathroom came out loud and strong.

Scott got on the bed with her. She opened her arms for him to take her in his grasp. He reached over to the bedside table, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV with it.

“I think we’ve seen enough of that,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said and rested her head on top of his chest.

“I’m sorry if watching that upset you, Chrissie.” He stroked back her hair that was still damp from the shower.

“That’s all right. I guess I should get used to it. This time tomorrow night my old life will have probably started for me all over again.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way. You’re strong and…”

She silenced him with a kiss on his lips. “Shut the fuck up,” she commanded him, “and make love to me now. This may be the last chance we have.”

“Anything you say.” His hands were roaming over her body in an instant, taking away her towel, revealing her nude body underneath. She stripped away his towel, and he was as naked as she was.

They fell into the covers of the bed. She readjusted her body and brought them into a sixty-nine position. Spreading her legs for his mouth, she quickly felt his tongue licking along her pussy lips. His cock, already enormous and still growing, slipped inside her mouth. They both sucked on one another and tasted deeply of each other’s flesh.

The next thing she knew he had rolled her onto her back with her legs up over his shoulders and he was entering her, taking long desperate plunges deep inside her pussy. Just as the first orgasmic wave was washing across every muscle in her body, Brad came out of the bathroom and joined them.

She reached across the bed and greedily took Brad’s erection between her lips and suckled him as Scott continued to thrust his hips between her legs.

Scott slowly pulled her up to him, never ending the physical connection of their bodies as he did so. Holding her pussy fully sheathed over his cock he laid back flat on the small bed and she found herself on top of him her legs spread across his hips. He pulled her down flat against his chest and held her in position tightly.

She knew something was up when Brad repositioned himself behind them on the bed. The two brothers had something planned for her. She heard the slick, squishy sound and smelled the musky odor of the lube Brad was spreading down his cock.

Scott had temporarily stopped moving inside her. He stroked her back lovingly.

“Don’t be afraid, Chrissie,” he told her.

“I’m not afraid,” she replied. “I want to love you both at the same time.”

Brad’s fingers were circling the bud of her anus. His index finger penetrated her back there slowly and lovingly. The penetration didn’t hurt because his finger was wet. She could still smell the faint aroma of the lube he had used. It hung on the air sweet and musky. His finger was moving in and out of her in time to the renewed penetration of Scott’s cock between her legs and adding to her building pleasure. She could feel the probing of Brad’s long finger inside her body, in her up to the knuckle.

She closed her eyes and saw stars float before her vision. She let out a low moan that rose from deep in her chest. When she ground down on Scott’s cock, her pussy greedily devouring him, Brad’s finger explored farther up her anus. She threw back her head, her long hair falling wildly down her naked back. The double attention from the two men was glorious.

Then Brad’s finger left her body. He gave her a big bear hug from behind, his arms wrapping around her finding her nipples in front and fondling them softly. “You sure you’re okay with this, baby?” he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t stop,” she told him between clenched teeth. She let out another gasp as Scott’s driving cock found a new pleasure center inside her. “I want you in me back there,” she whispered to Brad over her shoulder. “I want both of you to love me together tonight.”

Brad pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. He was quick to oblige her. Taking control he pushed her forward along Scott’s writhing body. This forced the moving cock inside her pussy out by a few inches but provided gratifying friction between the hardened muscles of his cock and her pussy lips, and his swollen head was still lodged firmly inside her.

Brad forced her head back down on top of Scott’s chest. She lay still and tried to relax her muscles. By this time her anus had been well lubricated and with her position astride Scott it was presented to Brad. Scott reached behind her and spread her butt cheeks with rough hands.

She chanced a glance back down Scott’s naked body and saw Brad rubbing more lubricant along his massively enflamed cock, paying special attention to the throbbing, red head.

“Just relax, baby,” Scott whispered in her ear. “Let it happen.”

Brad mounted her from behind. She felt his cock head rudely begin to intrude on her sphincter, pushing back the tightened muscles, and opening them up for entrance. Chrissie gritted her teeth and buried her face against the muscles on Scott’s chest. Scott wrapped his arms around her and gave another thrust, positioning his cock back deep inside her. Chrissie let out a sob and gripped his naked body to her own beneath her as tight as she could.

Before she knew what was happening Brad had inserted himself inside her and was thrusting his massive erection into her. This caused pain, but it only lasted for the first few thrusts. The lubrication worked its magic and eased the penetration. Both brothers now had their cocks inserted in her body and were moving in her simultaneously.

As if they knew they were taking her to a new place and afraid of scaring her they moved slowly and with delicate precision. Each took his turn with thrusting. When Brad’s cock slid back from her anal cavity, Scott took his cue and pumped gently into her pussy.

Chrissie tried to control her breathing, but she was soon panting from the new sensations flooding her senses. The brothers were gentle, but at the same time firm and insistent with her. Their rhythm was picking up. Chrissie’s body was relaxing and learning to accept both cocks inside her body.

Brad’s cock plunged inside her anus at a slower rate than the penetration of her pussy by Scott. The pace the three developed allowed for two thrusts by Scott for each of Brad’s. Sandwiched between their huge, muscular bodies Chrissie moved her body in time to each man’s thrusts inside of her.

Scott was soon coming, pumping his seed deep inside her pussy. This caused an orgasm to flow through her. When he had finished she felt Scott’s body go limp between her thighs, his cock still lodged deep inside.

A second gut-wrenching climax was laying claim to her body in as many minutes as Brad climaxed from behind. As the tension left all three of their bodies Brad withdrew from her and pulled her off Scott’s cock.

The three of them fell back together across the bedcovers, Chrissie in the center of the two men. “You guys are all the best,” she told them, her voice still breathless from sex.

“No, Chrissie, you are the best,” Brad told her.

“Lie to me and tell me that everything will be all right,” she pleaded as she looked into Scott’s eyes.

“It will be all right, Chrissie,” he told her. “And I’m not lying either, am I, Brad?”

“No, we’re not lying to you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to protect you.”

She fell asleep in both of their arms.

* * * *

When she awoke, it was still dark outside the window of the motel room. Everything was silent outside. It was the wee hours of a cold winter morning.

The guys were both awake. They were feasting on her body while she slept. They each had one of her breasts in their mouths. Brad was awakening her nipple with his tongue, and Scott was sucking her into the wetness of his mouth. Along both of her hips beneath the blanket she felt two large cocks stirring.

“You guys want to make love again?” she asked them, her voice filled with sleep.

“Not now,” Scott told her, removing her breast from his mouth.

“We want to talk to you, baby,” Brad said, coming up for air himself.

She reached her arms over her head and stretched. “Um, what a nice way to wake up.” She accepted kisses from both of them.

“We’ve pooled our money together,” Brad started to explain.

“Well, mostly it’s Brad’s money,” Scott countered.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same,” Brad answered, and Chrissie was starting to get confused. “We can get you out of here today. Take you away just like we talked about doing yesterday.”

“We don’t want you to have to go back to a life you hate, Chrissie,” Scott told her.

“But what about Ethan?”

“He won’t be supportive of us obviously,” Brad admitted. “I think it’s better if we just ditch him here. The three of us can take out on our own.”

“We can find our own private little place to live together.” Scott stroked her arm beneath the blanket.

Chrissie smiled. This was exactly what she wanted to hear. She wanted them to rescue her. She let them both give her protective hugs, and she kissed them both urgently.

“Thank you, guys.” She had to reach to her face and brush back a tear. “No one has ever been this good to me before.”

Both men started talking to her at once, making plans, dreaming out loud. As she listened to them, a fog came over her mind and she could not concentrate on their words. She realized that as much as she disliked Ethan sometimes—although at other times she couldn’t get enough of him—and disliked his plan to take her back, he had been right. She couldn’t run away.

She silenced each of the guys at her side by placing a finger over their lips. “I’ve got to be strong, guys,” she told them, and they went quiet. “As much as I want to do what you’re talking about, I can’t. I’ve got to go back. I have to be the one to change my life. No one else is going to be able to do that for me. I hate even having to think about it, but I am going to have to stand up to my father and my PR people and take control of my career and my life myself…”