The Stars Trilogy (41 page)

Thad stared at her, a slightly bemused expression on his face.

She grinned at him, embarrassed. Good Lord, her unrequited love drama was making a cheesy show. What was she doing babbling icky, romantic metaphors to a stranger?! “Sorry, I’m talking nonsense.”

He cleared his throat. “Listen…Celine…Can we hang out again? After this?”

“Uhm…”

“Sorry, man, my secretary is busy most of the time.”

Startled, she turned around and found Dare behind them. How long had he been there? She didn’t notice his approach. He had changed into casual clothes, a pair of V-necked navy blue Armani shirt and black denim pants. She on the other hand was still in her lady pirate costume.

“Hey, Dare. Thad.” Thad extended his hand toward Dare with a smile.

Dare accepted the handshake politely.

“Come on, let’s eat,” Dare said to her then glanced at Thad. “Thad, join us?”

“Sure.”

They walked toward the villa where a buffet for the adult guests was set up.

No. He won’t feel insecure next to a twenty-eight year old, blue blood fresh from flunking the bar. No, sire. He was Dare fucking Montgomery, a Hollywood royalty in his own right.

But he was feeling unsettled by Thad’s extra attention toward Celine. What was it about her that attracted men like flies, him included? He spent the next hour peevishly debating the answers in his mind as he listened to the happy chatter around him.

He shared the table with Rem, Sarah, Thad, Celine and Livia Missoni, Sarah’s fashion designer friend whose family owned a giant clothing brand.

Livia had been giving him the right signals the moment they were introduced to each other by Sarah two years ago but he had been ignoring her subtle attempts. He liked Sarah and he didn’t want to cause Rem’s wife any trouble, though he didn’t think Liv was the type who’d lose her head after great sex. Casually fucking his friend’s best friend was a complication he didn’t need in this valuable relationship. He had very few friends as it was and losing Sarah over a few orgasms he’d forget the next minute was just not worth it.

But tonight…as he watched Celine and Thad laugh together over some silly joke they shared, Liv became a tempting instrument to get even. Just a simple eye contact of understanding and he would leave the place with the woman. She was in her early thirties and obviously jaded like him. It would be an experience with no strings whatsoever, except the ones he’d tie around her wrists as he hammered her to a multiple orgasm in various positions.

It was so easy to have casual lays.

Just one look…

Liv was hungry. Waiting. Willing. Expecting. Hoping. It was all in her eyes. He just had to meet her gaze and hold it for ten seconds.

But he did nothing. He stared at his plate.

He suddenly abhorred the idea of casual lays. Tonight, he hated the thought of fucking a stranger’s body, expelling his usual load, making the playful thank yous and beating a non-committal see-ya-when-I-see-ya exit.

He wanted intimacy.

Real intimacy with a woman.

Like the ones he had with Celine.

They talked and kissed and talked and kissed and laughed and touched...and...

Pretty soon, his semi-soft pole was at full mast again, right there, under the table in the middle of a kiddie party, surrounded by Rem’s and Sarah’s guests.

Anger was his immediate weapon.

“Celine, will you get me a beer?” he said brusquely.

She paused from biting her dessert and looked at him blankly.

“I said get me a beer,” he repeated firmly.

“I’ll get it,” said Rem. “I have your favorite.”

“No. Let her get it, Rem.”

“Dare...” Rem said warningly.

“Come on, Celine, get acquainted with my favorite beer.”

“Excuse me,” she mumbled, stood up and walked toward the bar where a bartender in a Superman costume was mixing drinks.

Rem gave him a withering look and followed Celine.

She came back with a chilled bottle of Firestone and quietly put it on the table in front of him.

“Ice. Get me some,” he commanded her again.

He saw a flash of defiance in her eyes this time but she obeyed without a word. She put the glass of ice on the table with a slight thud.

He smirked at her and drank the beer straight from the bottle. She glared at him.

She went back to sit beside Thad and they resumed talking.

He clenched his jaw and turned his attention toward Liv who was only too happy to monopolize his attention.

They left the Black residence together at 9 PM.

By this time Dare had worked his temper up like a volcano about to spew scorching lava. The images of Celine and Thad smiling at each other like a pair from a teeny-bopper rom-com were embossed like tattoos made of fire in his mind.

If he won’t take her bait, she surely had other choices now. Huge, potential catches. Knox and Thad. Now Knox won’t cross him as their business relationship was more valuable to Knox than pussy but Thad, the only son of a fucking billionaire, was another story. He had no power over Thad. Not one bit.

Inside the limo, Dare couldn’t help pissing her off some more. “Pour me some whiskey.”

“You’re drunk already. Enough alcohol for the night.”

Maybe he was indeed drunk. He hadn’t consumed that much beer in a while. Normally, alcohol would calm his nerves. But it was having the opposite effect on him. “Who are you, my wife? Don’t get any ideas, woman. You’re just my secretary.”

“Haven’t you reminded me of that ten times already tonight? I haven’t forgotten, even for one second,” she hit back with icy sarcasm.

“Such a saucy mouth already. Tsk, tsk. Just a kiss and a few licks here and there and they get all bossy. Women. Pour me a whiskey.”

“Pour it yourself, you jerk.”

Did she just call him what?! “I’m a jerk? And you think your precious Thad is a paragon of virtue?”

“He’s not my precious Thad.”

“Oh, yeah? That’s not what I saw awhile back. Thad’s quite taken with you. And you were really enjoying it, too. Is he the next guy in line? He’s surely more profitable than poor ole Ben.”

Her face contorted in anger, her eyes, a thousand blazing arrowheads aimed at him.

That fucking sensation didn’t start in the pit of his stomach now. It shot directly to his chest, squeezing painfully.
God, she’s beautiful with that fire in her eyes.

“You’re an asshole, you know that? I’ve known Thad for only a few hours and I’m pretty sure, he won’t speak to me like you’re doing now.”

Hearing her defend Thad grated at his nerves even more. “So, you like Thad, huh?”

“He’s not hard to like.”

“And what about me, Celine? Don’t you like me?” It left his lips before he could stop himself.

“Is that an issue, boss? Do I need to like you personally? I’m just your lowly secretary, remember? Whether I like you or not is irrelevant. For the record though, you can make a career out of being obnoxious. You’ll probably be more famous for it. Please, take me home. I’m tired.” She folded her arms across her chest.

He fell quiet. No woman had put him in his place like this little witch did. And she was making a habit of it, too. His secretary was calling him an asshole right to his face. It didn’t matter that he was acting thus, but for her to have the guts...

People scampered to do his bidding, dammit!

What the fuck was he asking, anyway? No wonder she sounded so superior. He was acting like a boy desperate for a woman’s attention and approval, not the man who had appeared in those infamous condom billboards across America four years ago for an anti-AIDS campaign. The public perceived the ad as a testament to his sexual conquests rather than its health message. Well, who would think prophylactic when the slogan said
Ride the wild with nothing but
? The brand had been outselling all its competitors since then.

Briefly reminded of his superior position, he pushed a button. “Drop me off in Beverly Hills, Cruz and take Celine to her place.”

“Yes, Sir,” was Cruz’ brief reply.

He then picked up his cellphone and dialed a number.

Looking straight in Celine’s eyes, he put her in her place. “Hey Liv, what about we hang out tonight at my place?...Cool...I’ll have my chauffeur pick you up within an hour....Great...See you later.”

Celine looked stricken. She was not good at schooling her feelings. Her eyes watered and she looked away. The rapid rise and fall of her chest indicated the state of her emotions.

He relished her hurt reaction. Bitch. He can have any woman he wanted. She was just another available pussy. She tried to score big with him but she chose to play with the Master. If she thought for a moment that she can lead him by the nose with her sexual charm and sharp wit, she was delusional. He won’t ever go exclusive. She should very well remember that and not get any grand ideas.

Well, fuck him, he was fucked. And not in the way he wanted.

There was a nice-looking Italian flag flapping happily all over him but his pole was not rising to the occasion. Again!

The moment she stepped into the room and saw him, Liv got all Amazonian aggressive. She wanted to be in the driver’s seat. Well, who wouldn’t want to just lie down and let her do all the work?

Wet, greedy kisses. Acrobatic tongue action. Dirty talk. This woman knew the moves of the pros and the major players. She worked his body like she would a sports car. No sweet preliminaries. She knew she was dealing with a well-oiled, well-conditioned, high-octane machine that would respond within three seconds of ignition and cover the miles for hours without losing momentum.

Normally, he was a high-performance sex machine. His reputation in Hollywood fuckdom was the reason he had a high fence around his mansion. Women would get a taste of him and once won’t be enough. He couldn’t blame them. He studied sex like he’d study a character he would play in a movie he wanted to win an award for – intensely, obsessively. He’d trained every part of his body to turn a woman on, even his smallest toe.

His member was the crowning glory of all that carnal skill. It was a porn star cock. Long, thick and looking like a badass dildo the likes manufactured en masse in China, it could fuck a woman to ten orgasms without firing a single load.

Now…it couldn’t even manage a little nod of hello to an eager, dripping pussy, much less fuck Liv to a single orgasm.

“You’ve teased me for two years, Dare,” Liv rasped, almost an accusation. Her hands were roaming greedily on his chest, molding his pecs, shaping the ridges of his corrugated abs. “God, you have an unbelievable body! So hard and smooth and delicious!”

She tongued his nipples, nipping them, her wet lips covering his torso like she was spreading cream on his skin, marking him. The look on her face, as if she would swallow him whole in one go was enough to drive a man to drag race action.

Liv cupped his fly. She was kneeling between his spread legs, licking her lips, anticipating a delicious treat. “Oh, you’re so big! They say you are…and yes, you are!”

Thank fuck he WAS big even in a flaccid state.

But Liv was not about to enjoy blowing him. She was about to get blown off. And it wasn’t even his intention.

His stick which had been gear-shifting from semi-hard to hard-as-alloy the past days at the mere sight of Celine was parked bored shitless between his legs, totally ignoring the gorgeous babe with big tits, big ass, talented lips and a face that could sell expensive brands. She was a race track waiting to be driven on hard, rough and fast and she would love every minute of it, too.

But his dick needed refueling at the pit stop. No, it needed overhauling in the fucking repair shop!

Liv unzipped his pants.

His hands covered her excited fingers, halting them. Never had a woman he was having sex with for the first time found his equipment out of order. It was totally disconcerting for a very active player like him. “Liv…”

“I want to taste you. I’ve been fantasizing about your dick for years, Dare.”

He swallowed.
Thank you, sweetheart but Dick Tracy is off duty tonight.

He stood up and lifted her like she weighed nothing. She squealed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He deposited her near the edge of the bed.

She grabbed the loose lapels of his shirt but he pushed her flat on her back. “Lie down. Stay still,” he commanded softly.

Like an obedient child, she stopped moving and just stared up at him, waiting, anticipating. Her tits were twin works of advanced science. The only indication the perfect DDs were not the result of natural genes was they didn’t relax even when their owner was flat on her back. He was afraid to touch and squeeze the little beauties lest he’d rupture something in there. He wanted boobs he can hold on to…like Celine’s fat, firm natural Cs.

He growled.
Get the fuck out of my head, bitch. I’m trying to fuck someone here.

He bent to hook his fingers on the strings of Liv’s thong and removed her undies in one fluid motion. She immediately spread her legs. Not the modest type, too, her fingers went to open her pussy lips wider for his visual pleasure.

She had a nice one…but not as fat and luscious-looking as Celine’s.

He felt his cock twitch.

What the fuck…?
Okay, I need you to stand up in fucking attention, not just nod in fucking agreement!

“Dare, please…please…!” Liv was begging him.

He knelt between her legs and began studying her pussy like a new character he’d be playing. He had a PhD in making pussy happy as well-fed little clams and he used it.

Clit, G-spot…all familiar territories to him and he knew where to find them on any woman even with his eyes closed. His hands worked on her with a detached clinical expertise. No need to coax her juices to come out and lubricate his digits. She was already a flowing well of cream. With calculated pressure and finger maneuver administered to the right spot, she was writhing helplessly, gunning for her first orgasm in less than a minute.

Liv was moaning like she was being tortured, her eyeballs rolling in their sockets.