Starstruck, p.11
Starstruck, page 11
Sam seemed to gasp and giggle at the same time when he reached for the bowl of whipped cream and greedily submerged his whole hand. He smeared it down her breasts and over the flat of her stomach, camouflaging the chocolate tracks, licking the excess off his hand when he was done.
She grabbed his wrist and sucked one of his fingers into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his skull and he emitted a primal groan from deep inside his chest, her velvet-lined tongue swirling around his fingertip with delicate suction. She tore off his shirt and tossed it over the back of the sofa.
He licked the cream from her taut stomach, hunting for the rich chocolate with the tip of his tongue. He bided his time, adoring every inch of her as he moved up her body. She heaved a sigh when he touched the underside of her breast, and then used her whimpers to guide him, tormenting areas where her breath hitched most before advancing to the next. He devoured her breasts until they were almost clean, vehemently sucking each nipple into his mouth when he reached his chocolate reward.
She arched toward him, pulling him closer. Her entire body tensed and she shook in his arms. She was a vision to behold. He was in awe of her. He’d made her come just by teasing her.
He continued to taste her flesh until her quivers slowly subsided, and then tugged her silk robe and bra off her shoulders and stood in front of her, an open invitation. She offered her hand and he gladly accepted, leading her to the bathroom.
* * * * *
Jesse faced her after testing the water, ran his hands down her hips to her sinfully bare thighs and rested his palms at the clip of the garters. He kissed her before detaching the straps, rolling each silk stocking down her leg and over her pointed toes. He peeled off her knickers in one swift move as she tried to balance, clutching his shoulders.
She stepped into the sunken bath and immersed herself, the warm water lapping her chin and cheeks. Closing her eyes, she dunked her head back to wet the rest of her hair, and then looked up to the wicked grin on Jesse’s face.
“Turn on the jets.” He was still smirking as he stepped out of the bathroom.
She leaned across the spa and pushed the big black button. A gushing stream battered directly across her nipple and she squealed just as Jesse returned with their champagne.
“What’s wrong?” He placed the flutes on the back ledge of the bath.
“The jets got a little too personal, that’s all.” She reached for her drink as he stepped out of his trousers.
He moved like liquid…cool, fluid, without any cockiness or arrogance, just masculinity at its best. Everything he did screamed sex and, in her opinion, his good looks had only improved with age. She imagined his physique was better now than in his early twenties, more muscular while still remaining lean and sleek. Maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he really had stopped living the party life.
Jesse stepped in behind her, adding more hot water until he seemed satisfied with the temperature. He pulled her back to his chest and she rested her head on his shoulder. He held her for a long time, occasionally stroking the side of her breast with his thumb.
All her nerves stood on end, tingling with anticipation. She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat.
Is this our last night together?
“You okay?” he asked just above a whisper.
She opened her eyes and shifted, applying slight pressure to his groin, his erection probing the small of her back. She ran her hand between his muscled thighs and cupped him, gently rolling his balls between her fingers. He hissed, tightening his arms around her waist, rocking his hardened cock against her wrist to gain some friction.
He spun her on top of him. Her breasts pressed firmly to his skin and the thud of his heart beat against her. His soft, sensual lips captured hers in a searing kiss as he ran his hands down the length of her spine, massaged her bottom and rolled his hips against her.
She withdrew from his kiss, a devilish smile upon her lips as she wiggled until he loosened his grip. Sliding down his slippery chest, she tweaked his nipple with her teeth, lapping at it with her tongue when it stiffened in her mouth, and then kissed a path down his stomach.
Jesse rose outstretched to the surface of the water, studying her with fascinated eyes as she squirmed down to between his thighs. He caressed the side of her face as she licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft. She pumped him, her motions slow, her confidence building when he thickened in her hand. She stroked the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. His body quivered as she fondled his balls and devoured his length before sliding her lips up again. His girth was incredible and almost too much for her to handle. She teased the sensitive head before taking him back down her throat as he shuddered beneath her. She liked the power, having control and seducing him for a change. According to his moans, he heartily agreed.
She shuffled onto her knees and supported his hips, helping him stay above the surface. Slowly sliding him in and out of her mouth, allowing the muscles at the back of her throat to swallow, she hoped the motion tickled the tip of his cock. He twitched inside her mouth and she smiled around him.
“Ohhh fuck, this is torture,” he groaned, his hips jerking. “I’ve been hard since you got up onstage, baby. If I let you have your way, I’m never gonna get through what I’ve got planned.” He reached between his legs, clutched her shoulders and pulled her back to his chest. He kissed her lovingly, leisurely, until his heart rate against her breast returned to normal.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She swiveled on top of him and sat on his lap. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pushed their bodies to the foot of the bath. His breath quickened in her ear. “Just relax and let me move you, okay? Lean on my chest. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
She turned her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck as his hands roamed down her hips and held her thighs.
“Bring your legs up, darlin’.” He grasped her behind the knees when she obeyed, resting her feet on the wide ledge in front of her.
His fingers glided over her clit, driving her insane with need. Pushing with his hips, he raised her higher in the water as he continued to rub and circle her, sliding two fingers between her folds only to return to her throbbing nub.
Sam’s breath deepened as he sucked on her earlobe, continuing his onslaught with his hands. He traced her center with his fingertip and slipped inside, withdrawing only to add a second finger, massaging her clit with the pad of his thumb.
Warm water from the jet pummeled the back of his wrist as he raised her another inch. When he removed his hand, she finally realized what he intended.
She cried out and tried to squirm away when the gush of water pelted against her. Jesse held her firm, returning her into the stream as she whipped her head along his shoulder and screamed with delight. He held her in place with one hand while the other explored her hardened nipples. The warm bubbles swirled, elevating her excitement. His solid cock twitched against her back as he rocked her gently, increasing her pleasure as the jetting water lapped her swollen clit. Back and forth it coursed over her, flicking with lightning speed. She didn’t know how much more she could handle. She was beyond ecstasy. She’d left the planet.
“Let yourself go. Let it take you over,” he breathed into her neck, nibbling the line of her jaw.
Warm, frenzied pressure built inside and she released with a sudden jolt as he held her tightly. She tried to arch her body above the stream but her efforts were futile. He was too strong, his hold too firm. She lost her senses, electrified beyond control, bucking hard against his hands and panting his name with what little breath she had left. His kind of torture was heavenly.
He lowered them both back into the water and shuffled on his butt until he’d reached the opposite side of the bath. Laying his head against the padded rest, he refused to let her go, his hold tight around her waist. She exhaled a long, satisfied sigh and kissed his cheek, resting her forehead against him.
“You’re going to wear me out before midnight at this rate.” She smiled into the warmth of his neck.
“Ah, but there’s room service. I can always refuel you. Come on, the water’s getting cold.” He rose from the bath, lifting her.
Her legs were still shaky and Jesse caught her when she slid on the slippery surface. He hoisted her out of the tub and placed her feet safely on the bathroom floor, wrapped her in a towel and rubbed her dry.
They ran from the bathroom to the fireplace that joined the two rooms—her to the bedroom and Jesse to the living room to add more logs and stoke the orange embers.
When the fire roared, he rounded the wall to the bedroom where she stood huddled in front of the flames. He sauntered to her side and stroked her long wet tresses with his fingers. She shivered at his touch and smiled when he loosened her towel and let it drop to his feet, kicking it out of the way.
The soft glide of his lips before his tongue parted hers quickened her pulse. He groaned against her mouth and lowered her to the fluffy, chocolate-brown rug under their feet, the glow of the fire licking his skin. Pillowing her with his arm beneath her neck, he glided two fingers through the silken folds of her pussy.
She was ready, her face surely flushed with the passion he so easily drew from her. His rolled his hips between her thighs and she welcomed him, locking her feet behind his knees as he continued to tease with his fingertips, circling, pressing, her desire building. He gripped his cock and stroked her, pausing to taunt her live-wired clit.
She clutched the tight muscles of his back, her fingernails scraping his deliciously smooth skin. She wanted him inside her but he continued playing, swiping his swollen head over her sex then slowly rimming her entrance, painting her with his prick, tormenting her, repeating the action over and over again.
She firmly grabbed his butt cheeks with his next passing, thrusting her hips to meet him as his cock finally slid inside her. He arched his back, straightened his arms and raised his chest, growling at the ceiling as he delved deep in one lunge.
She spread her thighs wide, lost in the bliss of him filling her, stretching her. He lowered over her, braced on his elbows, his hands on either side of her face, and moved within her, quickening his pace, his weighted balls slapping her skin as he drove into her long and hard.
“I love how wet you are for me, baby. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” he panted, emphasizing his words with a grind against her clit, leaving her no doubts about his desire.
She dug her fingers into his flesh, urging him deeper as she raised her legs to his shoulders, opening herself for him—one of his favorite positions.
He pulled out and crawled to his knees, staring between them with rapt attention as he slowly pushed back in. Once he’d squeezed his cock deep inside her, he held his hips still, tightly clutching her thighs.
With a heavy breath she closed her eyes, trying to rock against him, urging him to get moving. When she reopened them, he lunged forward. His tongue plundered her mouth. She whimpered into his kiss, begging him to finish her.
He moved his hips, swirling inside her as he ground his groin against her enflamed flesh. Her stomach muscles tightened, her legs clamped over his shoulders. Her inner walls spasmed around his cock and she rolled her head from side to side, letting her third orgasm of the evening envelop her.
Her legs shuddered uncontrollably as she opened her eyes to find his face strained. His jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed tight as if he was expending every ounce of his concentration and willpower, holding off from release on purpose while she was in the throes of pure ecstasy.
Easing off, he lowered her legs, slid down her stomach almost snakelike, kissing a trail from her breasts to the light thatch of hair between her bent legs. He nuzzled her with his nose as if he were breathing in her scent, licked the narrow cavern where her thigh met her cheeks, dragging his tongue up the sensitive crease.
She tenderly ran her fingers through his blond hair, not expecting him to linger. She had come alone so far and it made her uneasy.
Surprise washed through her when he parted her with his thumbs and lowered his mouth to taste her. She was hypersensitive, acutely aware of every nerve her frame housed. He latched onto her clit and sucked, pursing his lips. Her breath hitched and she wiggled away from him until the contact broke.
“Too soon?” He smiled innocently from between her legs.
“Ah, you could say that.” She grabbed his arms and attempted to pull him back up to her.
“Uh uh. I’m not finished with you yet. I wanna make you come at least a half dozen times…even if it kills me.”
“Baby, what are you doing?” Her voice was so husky and low she barely recognized it as her own. “I couldn’t be more satisfied, honestly. Can’t you tell? C’mon up here with me. I want you to kiss me.”
“That’s the plan.” He lowered his face between her legs once more, staring at her sex in the light of the fire before ever so gently licking around the entrance of her pussy.
She quivered, about to object, but an overwhelming surge of delight ran under her skin when his tongue entered her, licking her from within.
“Ohhh…Jesse.”
He made love to her with his tongue and her entire body responded. She tingled in places she never knew existed. He was an absolute genius. He lightly stroked her sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb, making sure it was no longer uncomfortable before spreading her, suckling hard. He pushed two of his fingers inside and drove her slowly toward bliss while his tongue circled her clit.
She attempted to wrap her feet around any part of his body but he held her thighs open, pushing them wider apart. He was rhythmic with his long strong fingers, entering a third, squeezing them inside her.
Moans escaped her lips before orgasm number four effectively silenced her. Only the pulse of rushing blood filled her ears as the enormity of her climax rippled through her pussy and up her spine.
* * * * *
He lowered her legs and kissed her thigh before crawling to her side. He held her to his chest, her breathing ragged, the elegant rug sensual and soft against his bare skin. He traced a line down her back as she nuzzled him, sighing.
“Happy?” He lifted her hand and kissed it.
“Deliriously.”
Her face was angelic, her long black lashes fanning the tops of her cheeks as he stared at her from above. He wanted her to remember this night for the rest of her life—to remember him as the man, not the rock star.
They lay in one another’s arms until the chill returned, the fire having dwindled to glowing cinders.
“Ready for round five?” he asked softly.
Sam rolled her head back on his shoulder and met his gaze. “Jesse, what are you doing? I’m having the night of my life, but you…you haven’t even …”
“Shhh…don’t mind me. This is all part of the master plan. Six, remember?” He kissed her forehead and stroked her arm on his chest. He was achingly hard for her, his balls throbbing, so swollen he was afraid they’d explode if she so much as brushed them with her thigh.
After pulling her to her feet, he led her to the bed and sat her on the edge. He tended to the fire, and then caught her checking out his naked ass. He growled and closed the distance between them in a flash. The bed was the perfect height for what he had in mind. He bit back a sly smirk, cupped her face in his hands and bent to kiss her, melding his tongue with hers.
Releasing her, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Ha! Famous last words.”
“I’m serious, Samantha. Do you trust me?”
She breathed deep. “I think so.”
“I guess that’ll have to do for now.”
He shoved her back onto the bed and she squealed, her legs dangling over the edge. Leaning over her, he tweaked her nipples between his finger and thumb and kissed the curve of her jaw. He raised her hands above her head, grabbed the big pillows from the top of the mattress and dragged them to her side. Gliding his fingertips down the inside of her arm, he tickled the side of her breast before standing at the foot of the bed, widening his stance and pulling her by her legs, positioning himself between her creamy thighs.
“Put a pillow under your head and the other under your lower back, please.” He smoothed his hand up and down her legs in long loving strokes.
She arched a beautifully sculpted eyebrow in question but did as he asked.
He ran his hands down her sexy thighs, all the way to her ankle and lifted, resting the underside of her leg flush to his chest, her petite foot by his face. He licked along her arch before reaching for her other leg and she followed his lead. Good girl. He pulled her closer still, until his cock rubbed her clit, and adjusted the pillow beneath her, forcing a firm arch to her back.
The room swam with the smell of sex and her eyes fixed on his as he licked his lips.
“I think I love your lips,” she whispered.
For a brief moment, her eyes widened, glazed with panic. He wasn’t sure she intended for him to hear her, but her words made him smile. “You only think?”
He positioned himself at her entrance, fully engorged, and dove straight in. He wasn’t gentle anymore, but rough and insistent. His passion was raw, instinctive, adrenaline flooding his system. His body claimed her without seeking permission from his brain and he had a feeling he would forever crave only her.
His senses were overloaded from the night of self-depravation. His hips loved her hard as he pushed her deeper into the mattress with each thrust. He was on fire.
“My God!” She panted, gripping the sheets, her breasts swaying seductively with his might.
He thrust himself deep to the brim of his shaft and she tried to grip his hips, but couldn’t quite reach with the pillow beneath her. She was forced to lean back and surrender. He held her knees to his chest. She was helpless and, by her moans and the slight curl of her lips, loved every moment of it.
“Touch yourself, Sam.” He slowed to a gentler pace.
