Blaze (The Stark Affair Book 3)

by Cross, Skylar

  Next thing I know Mike’s arm is around me, leading me to our cruiser. He opens the passenger door and pushes me in. Then he gets in the driver’s side and shuts the door.

  He grabs my hands and puts his arm around me, pulling me into him.

  I lose it. I cry uncontrollably.

  “It’s okay, Sofe,” Mike says. “You’re going to be okay.”

  * * *

  “Where are you?” says Colton Stark.

  I shake my head. “Huh?”

  “You drifted away. You weren’t here.”

  I loosen my grip on him and move away. “No, I’m here.”

  We’re heading out into the darkness now, the lights of Key Biscayne on our left.

  He takes us out and around, heading north. The glittering lights of South Beach are directly ahead of us.

  Abruptly, Colton Stark turns me around and pushes me into the passenger seat. He straps me in. Then he sits and straps himself in.

  I grip the hand rests because I sense what’s coming.

  He fires the Mercs and guns us forward. Soon we’re outside the mile markers and into the deep ocean.

  Holy fuck! I didn’t think a boat could go this fast. We must be doing sixty, bouncing hard against the waves heading for the Bahamas.

  He turns and smiles at me.

  His smile washes away my thoughts.

  Then he makes a big wide slow circle and guns it back in a straight line toward Miami.

  I feel an adrenaline rush as we speed toward the horizon, almost completely filling my vision with its long line of condos stretching all the way up the coast.

  Then, just as abruptly, he slows down and kills the engine.

  We’re stopped about a mile out, South Beach with its arsenal of neon glitter lighting up the sky ahead of us. The only sound is the gentle lapping of the water all around, the vast stretch of the city filling our peripheral vision in both directions.

  “I’m addicted to speed,” he says. “Not the drug. Actual speed.”

  “Couldn’t tell.”

  The boat bobs gently on the water. It’s much calmer out here. Strange.

  “I like the view from here,” he says. “Just far enough away from the vileness of it all, nearing freedom. All my problems don’t exist here. Time seems to slow down, almost stop even. When I find myself thinking too much, I come out here and everything clears up. Nothing like a different perspective to help figure things out.”

  His hand finds mine. The touch is electric.

  “This is it right here,” he says.

  “What?”

  “This. This is all there is.”

  “So many people in that glitzy skyline ahead of us living lives of deceit and money and power. Playing games of who has the bigger house or the bigger car. But for what? When this...” He taps my hand. “...is all anyone needs. A hand. A heart. Someone who understands. Someone who gets it. That's all any of us ever needs. We're just spots, speckles in the dust that aren't here for very long. In that brief moment this is everything. If we can find this, we've found life’s answer. No mansions necessary. No yachts. No million dollar trust funds. Just this. Two hands touching under the moonlight on the water. If we can find this kind of connection, we've truly lived. Tonight. If even for just one moment.”

  I forget about everything. My memories fade. My assignment fades. All that exists is us and the clouds overhead.

  There is a huge spot of clear sky directly above us. It’s full of stars.

  Colton Stark puts his arm around me. I sink my head onto his massive shoulder and wrap myself around him.

  “You’re not a criminal,” I say.

  “Shhh,” he says. “Nothing matters out here. I’m not me. You’re not you. We’re free from it all.”

  He moves toward me at the same moment I move toward him.

  Damn.

  Who was I even trying to kid?

  We both knew this was going to happen again if we were within ten feet of each other.

  Oh hell, we knew it was going to happen again if we were within ten thousand miles of each other.

  As he kisses me, I feel at home.

  His tongue finds my neck. My head goes back, surrendering to his touch.

  He smells of a delightful blend of musky pine. His skin is firm to the touch, a little rough around the thick sinewy muscles.

  His hands find my waist, pulling my hips into his. I can feel his massive erection through our clothing.

  I get wet every time I see him, but right now I'm streaming a river as my hands go up to his shoulders.

  He pushes me down into the passenger seat and gets on his knees. He's down by my calf muscles.

  What the fuck is he doing?

  His tongue presses into my skin, dragging long lines up and down the backs of my legs. At the same time, his hands run up the backs of my thighs to my ass. Then he squeezes and moves them back down again, massaging as he goes... all the way to my feet.

  His breath is hot on my inner thighs. Sharp impulses travel upward from the heat to my pussy. I squirm in the seat, running my hands through his hair.

  "You smell wonderful," he says.

  Yeah right. Even I can smell my pussy.

  He continues licking my legs, which is making me even hornier. His tongue dances in little circles as he moves up to the front of my thighs, again cupping his hands under me all the way up to my ass under my dress. His fingers poke my taint.

  Oh God! I'm losing it. I want him. I so want him. I want to get fucked.

  His hot breath moves up to a higher spot on my inner thighs, his tongue pressing hard. His hands cup my ass and spread my cheeks. I feel a finger graze across my asshole.

  Ah!

  Then his face is in my crotch over my panties. He's breathing heavily, inhaling me. His hands move up over my dress in the front, then around to the back. He finds the zipper and loosens the dress.

  "I'd love to tear that dress off of you," he says. "But I don't have a spare on the boat. And besides, I want to see it on you again."

  Keep saying shit like that. Please.

  He slinks the dress down, tossing it to the side.

  He undoes my bra and removes it faster than any man ever has. He pounces on my breasts, licking in circles while running his teeth over my nipples.

  My hips buck. Can't help it.

  I dig my fingernails into his back, clenching his powerful frame like I'm trying to meld with it.

  His tongue finds the space between my breasts and draws a straight wet line all the way up to my neck. There, he lightly bites me as he licks his way up to my left ear.

  I pound his back as he bits my lobe and sticks his tongue in my ear.

  God, I'm melting. I sense his commanding presence all above me, all around me. My hands explore his sides as his mouth moves on top of mine.

  He kisses me with a fury.

  Goddamn!

  Our tongues tussle in a harsh wet press, our lips smashed up against each other. I feel his hard cock again, now pressing on top of me with its rigid weight. I so can't wait to get it into my mouth! I still haven't tasted it... nor felt his salty man elixir dripping down the back of my throat.

  My hands undo the buttons of his shirt as he kisses me. I try to be delicate, but I almost rip it off him. He finishes the job for me, tossing it aside.

  He moves a couple inches away from me and I open my eyes. God, his eyes are deep. They're magnificent pools of blue, barely visible in the dim lights of civilization. But just enough to send lightning bolts through my body.

  He kisses me again. His stubble is soft and yet rough, brushing my skin in a masculine slide.

  He moves up away from me again. I look down at his chest. God, it's huge!

  I'm surprised his muscles didn't tear through that shirt. I mean, I know I saw them before, but they seem new and more powerful. Flexing and un-flexing, tight sheaths of manly essence.

  I notice a droplet of sweat on his forehead. I lean up and lick it off, tasting his taut flesh. I all
ow my lips to move down his face, exploring the jagged peaks under his high cheekbones, his aquiline nose, and his jutting craggy chin.

  Then his hips move into me, pressing down on my crotch over my now-useless panties.

  He dives down to my neck again, licking in a frenzy of heat and wet swirls. I put my head back and look up at the stars through the opening in the clouds.

  Oh God, thank you for this!

  His face moves down past my breast to my stomach. He swirls his tongue all around, dipping inside my belly button as his hands press in long strokes down my sides to my hips.

  He takes my panties down and dives into my pussy.

  My legs fly up as his tongue presses onto my clit.

  Fuck!

  Fuck!

  Oh God, he's good!

  Whatever he's doing now is different from what he did the other day at the gym. It's like he's running a whole different program. He presses hard on my clit while a finger curls up inside me. It hits my spot and I shake all over, moving into launch mode. It didn't take much. I was so ready before.

  Then I feel a second finger joining the first, spreading me open. I pull his hair as his tongue does amazing things with my clit.

  Then one finger leaves my pussy and travels down my taint to my asshole.

  Oh God yes!

  It presses on my backdoor, rubbing my girl juice all around the ridges.

  Then I feel his tongue pressing in, adding some needed moisture. Then the finger slides in. With his other hand, he puts a finger in my mouth. I suck on it ravenously.

  With three fingers inside me in three different places, he moves them all back and forth. Then licks the head of my clit in one strong swoop.

  I come.

  "God!" I shout as my body shakes, my pussy and asshole both clenching down on their separate invaders.

  So good!

  A thin sheen of sweat has formed across the front of my naked body. He pulls out of all my holes and travels upward with his tongue travels upward over my tummy, lapping me up as he goes.

  Then he begins undoing his belt and pants. I help, pulling them down. No underwear. Good idea. Wish I had thought of that.

  Out comes my buddy again. Oh dear sweet heaven, what a beautiful cock! I want to sculpt it.

  He's about to climb on top of me but I push him back. He flops into the driver's seat as I go down on my knees. I dive my head into and around his glorious rod with its stunning commanding head rising up to the sky. Tight hard balls with tight little ridges.

  I start there, licking and tasting rough musky man. I take his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them while placing my hands firmly on both sides of his thighs.

  Then I move up to the tower above me, starting at its rock-solid base. God, how much girth does this monster have? Was this really inside my pussy?

  I make little pressing movements with my tongue all up the shaft, traveling in circles around it. It takes me a while to get to the massive flared head at the top with its little launch hole. I open my mouth and take its entire circumference inside.

  God, it's fucking huge!

  I try to get it all the way to the back of my throat, but I just don't know if my mouth will open that wide. My jaw hurts a little, sending a spasm that makes me accidentally graze him with my teeth.

  He groans. Hm, maybe he likes that.

  I figure I'll just suck on his head for a while. Part of the problem is that it's been so long since I've had cock in my mouth. Come to think of it, it was before the night at Flamingo Terrace Apartments. It was Mike.

  Stop thinking, Sofia! Suck!

  I suck. And suck and suck and suck. I gag a couple of times, spittle running out of my mouth. I need to get back into practice. Maybe I'd better buy a dildo and re-teach myself how to do this.

  Because it's amazing. And I want to do this. I want this cock exploding in my mouth.

  I massage his buttocks, streaming my hands up to his amazing abs and sides. Fuck, they're so fucking hard. How much does this guy work out?

  I suck some more, adding a swirl of my tongue around the front of the shaft.

  Then I stop and stick my head into the little cubby between the front of his body and the giant member. I lick there while my finger finds its way down to his taint. I lick my finger to wet it, and then bring it down to his asshole.

  I'm dirty too, mister.

  I press on his entrance, feeling the thick man ridges wrap around my finger as I swirl my tongue in long strokes all the way from his balls to the top of his cock.

  I catch him looking down at me. I give him my patented bad girl look as I take one of his balls into my mouth as my finger presses up all the way into his ass.

  Some guys aren't up for this, but Colton Stark is a bad boy to the extreme. I move my finger back and forth in his ass as I return to sucking his head.

  My jaw has adapted somewhat. This time I'm providing better suction as my teeth bite into my lips.

  "Oh God!" he shouts, my finger moving faster in his ass.

  I'm actually able to turn up the suction and feel his head tapping the back of my throat... without gagging. Maybe I won't have to practice after all. Like riding a bike.

  His hips buck, telling me he's getting ready to spew.

  I prepare myself, imagining the hot white cum pouring down my throat.

  Yes! I so want it. I so want his silky man juice swirling around my teeth. I want buckets of it!

  I suck harder.

  "Fuck!" he shouts as he launches a river into my mouth.

  Can't help it. I gag and cough. Some of it goes up my windpipe. I pull my finger out of his ass and pull back, wheezing. A huge gob of cum falls from my mouth onto the tiny deck of the boat. Damn, I'm missing that!

  More of it is ejaculating as I'm trying to get control of my breathing.

  So aggravating. It's going to waste.

  I decide to finish him with my hand. Don't want to let my fuckup ruin his orgasm.

  He keeps coming, shooting wads out onto his stomach.

  Oh, fuck. Whatever. I can't help myself. I dive my tongue down and try to lap up as much of the exquisite white stuff as I can, even though I'm practically dying here. I cough, stopping and breathing.

  He's finally stopped coming.

  Which is probably a good thing because I have cum raining off of me.

  I look up at him as I cough.

  "You all right?" he says with a laugh.

  "I'm fine," I say with another cough. "A little embarrassed. I bet your usual party-girly-girls don't have this problem."

  He leans forward and kisses me lightly on my lips.

  "I'm so happy you're not one of them."

  Then he kisses me passionately and we fall backwards looking up at the stars.

  Chapter 7

  Sofia

  It’s morning and I’m in Colton Stark’s bed.

  Funny, I knew when I rang his doorbell in my silly Forever 21 dress last night that I would end up here. He bristles, but holds me tighter and strokes my hair.

  He’s looking at me, strumming his fingers on my shoulder.

  We’re staring into each other’s eyes.

  God, this is too good.

  “So, go ahead,” he says, “you were saying.”

  “Saying what?”

  “That I’m no criminal.”

  Wow, so much has happened since I made that statement about twelve hours ago.

  “What made you say that?” he says.

  “I know criminals. You’re not one of them.”

  “Go on, Detective Sergeant Martinez-Vallejos from Wynwood.”

  I look up into his eyes.

  He smiles. “What? You think I wouldn’t research the cop who’s investigating me?”

  “Oh yeah? What have you learned about me?”

  “Well, you have some profanity issues. Which I personally find endearing. You’ve been on the force for seven years since graduating high school. Excellent reputation, having been promoted to OCS.”


  I sit up on my elbow and stroke his chest with my right hand. “Anything else, Mr. Playboy Billionaire?”

  “The rest is purely observation. Quick-tempered, suspicious, stubborn, tough, and some trust issues.”

  I break eye contact, looking out at the clear blue sky through his window behind him.

  “Trust issues? What makes you say that?”

  “Because there’s a wall surrounding you. I’ve penetrated your body in the gym, on my boat, and in my bed. But I can’t seem to get into that head. You don’t talk much.”

  I turn onto my back and look up at the ceiling, putting my arm behind my head. “No, I don’t.”

  “What you may not realize is we’re much the same. I don’t trust most people either. They lie, tell me what I want to hear, kiss my ass, deceive me, and use my name in a very bad way.”

  “Stark.”

  He frowns and bites his lip. “Yeah, Stark.”

  I look hard into his eyes. “Who’s using your name in a very bad way?”

  “I’ve already told you. Jasper van der Voort.”

  “You really hate him, don’t you?”

  “Almost as much as my father.” He laughs. “And on top of that, he’s a real sick fuck. I recently learned some very bad things about him. But every day, I do something very bad to him.”

  “What?”

  He grins and leaps up off the bed. He goes to his wardrobe and takes out a laptop, plops onto the bed with it, and fires it up.

  “Watch,” he says as he taps some keys. A series of eight narrow windows open up. Each one looks like a bank account. “These are Stark Worldwide accounts. I tap this key, and boom! Look at all the money move around.”

  “So let me get this straight... what you’re doing right now is showing the undercover police officer who’s investigating you how you commit your crime of stealing millions from your own company.”

  “You left something out. The police officer who I’ve fucked hard without mercy.”

  I smile, lean forward, and kiss him. He softly bites my lower lip.

  “So what do you do with the money you steal?”

  “I’m not stealing it. It’s my company. It performs deeds in my good name. A thief is a thief because he steals from others. I’m just taking money from accounts that have my name, and by extension, my reputation all over them.”