Kiss a Falling Star

by Barabara Elsborg

  Caspar cupped her cheeks and pulled her down for another kiss, groaning into her mouth as her nipples brushed his chest. His hands swept down the sides of her body, into the dip of her waist and up over the curve of her hips. He slipped his fingers under the stretchy lace and followed the line of the panties over the taut mounds of her backside to the hot valley between her legs. Ally shook against him while he stroked her through the lace. She groaned into his mouth as he pulled back to spread his hands over the cheeks of her backside. God, I love her butt.

  Ally lifted her head for air, her eyes heavy with desire and her mouth kiss-swollen. Caspar licked around her nipple. When she shuddered, he slid his hands to her waist to pull her down so he could just lie there and feast on her. Her dark pink nipples were beautifully delicate, swollen like new buds in spring. Caspar circled one with his tongue, wetting it before drawing back to tease with short puffs of air. He smiled when tiny goose bumps rose around the tight nub. Caspar flicked the same nipple, pulled at it gently with his teeth, let his tongue enjoy the different textures, and all the time Ally trembled and gasped above him, her knees shaking against his waist.

  Caspar moved from one breast to the other, either licking or grazing her flesh with his teeth while his cock got ready to throw a tantrum.

  “God, you have to stop,” Ally said with a groan.

  “Only just started,” Caspar muttered, and sucked hard at a neglected nipple.

  “I can’t wait any longer. You’re too good at this. Please, Caspar. I want to come with you inside me.”

  He froze. I’m an idiot. How could he have forgotten to bring his wallet upstairs?

  “What’s the matter?”

  “Before I lose the capacity to think, I need to get something from downstairs.”

  He had one condom in his wallet. Much to his relief, almost every woman he’d recently fucked had provided her own. The damn things were expensive. Though not, as he always reminded himself, as expensive as a child.

  Ally lowered herself onto his chest, and Caspar groaned at the pressure on his cock. What he needed to do was get up—in a minute—stumble downstairs and have a quick wank while he pretended to play “find the condom”. He’d hardly impress if he came the moment he pushed inside her.

  “Do you always use protection?” she asked.

  “Always,” he said in a firm voice.

  “Have you ever done it without?”

  “Never.”

  “Me neither.” Ally stared straight at him. “But I like to be doubly sure so I take the Pill.”

  Was she telling him something here? Other than the obvious.

  “Don’t go downstairs,” Ally whispered.

  Oh fuck. Yes, she is.

  She kissed his chin. “I want to feel you inside me. I want nothing between us. I want you.”

  “Oh God.”

  “What was that? Oh good?”

  The tiny part of his brain that retained a teaspoon of common sense was silenced by a deluge of excitement from the remainder. Ally stood on the bed and, in one elegant movement, peeled her panties over her hips and stepped out of them. A strangled groan burst from Caspar’s mouth, echoed by a spurt of pre-cum from his cock.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

  Her pubic hair had been trimmed very short to the shape of a teardrop, pointing to her navel. Caspar struggled out of his boxers with less than his usual elegance, getting them trapped around an ankle until he finally kicked them off the bed.

  “So are you,” Ally said.

  “You’re more beautiful.”

  Ally laughed. “No you are.”

  “No you are.” Caspar reached up and pulled her down to lie alongside him, running his hand over the arch of her hip. “Christ, Ally. Are you sure?”

  She nodded. “Yep, you really are more beaut—”

  He shut her up with a kiss.

  Caspar slid his hand between her legs and sighed at the wet warmth of her. His fingers explored the soft folds of her flesh, sliding back and forth until Ally dragged her mouth from his.

  “If you touch my clit, I’ll come. I want to come with you inside me.”

  Caspar was in imminent danger of coming all over her stomach. He sent a silent threat to his balls, threatening to wrap them in tight leather if they let him down. They tingled in response. Shit, seems they like the sound of that. The telltale sensation that warned he neared his limit rippled down his spine, and Caspar contracted the muscles in his lower belly until the feeling drifted away. When he opened his eyes, Ally was staring at him as though she— Oh fuck. What was it about her?How was it she could make him care so much?

  He gently rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs. When she reached for his cock, Caspar grabbed her wrist. He yanked her arm up, brought her other to join it and held them on the pillow with one hand.

  “Knife edge here, Ally. No touching.”

  His mouth went dry as he looked at her, her thighs spread open for him, pink folds glistening. Caspar positioned his cock at the entrance to her body and stared into her eyes as he pushed. He only meant to slide in a little way, but once he’d felt the clasp of her muscles, he kept going until his hips were locked to hers.

  “Oh fuck, fuck,” Caspar whispered.

  He held himself motionless as he savored the tightness. He could feel his cock throbbing, roaring like an engine readying to race but Caspar gritted his teeth and kept still. Wrapped in her hot, wet embrace he recognized sex with a condom had just been wrecked for him.

  Ally shifted her legs and wrapped them around his thighs.

  “You okay?” he managed to ask, though the answer was irrelevant. Too late to turn back.

  “Tell me when you’ve finished.”

  Caspar let out a sound that hovered between a laugh and a growl. His first thrust was long and hard and made her groan. His second was harder and deeper, and Ally groaned longer and louder. Caspar didn’t hold back, he drove into her. He wasn’t careful or cautious because he couldn’t help himself. He was caught in the grip of something uncontrollable as orgasm built inside him. It enveloped every organ, creeping through his limbs, surrounding him, drowning him in such deep pleasure it felt as though his entire body were going to shatter.

  His hips jerked faster and faster, and Ally bucked into each down thrust. One more. He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to lose the exquisite clasp around his cock. One more. Caspar refused to let himself come first. She clenched harder around him, her breath quickening. The hot, slick friction of his rigid cock driving into her soft, tight folds turned him on in a way he’d never felt so intensely before. Ally cried out, arched her body up to his, and he felt the ripples of her pussy contracting along his length.

  Yessssssssssssss. Caspar continued thrusting as her body shook against his, until his balls ignited and he exploded with the force of a star going nova. She tightened around him again, the contractions milking his shaft, and he shuddered with every wrenching pulse of cum.

  The feeling of satiated pleasure trickled through him as if he lay in warm water. Christ, what a fuck! Caspar released his hold on her wrists, belatedly realizing he was holding her too tight. He shifted to her side and she wrapped herself around him, still holding him inside her.

  “Caspar.”

  The soft whisper of his name against his lips made his cock jerk and jolted his brain into action. He flicked his tongue inside her mouth, teased her tongue and then deepened the kiss. His belly was on fire and he felt lightheaded with desire. Caspar was the master of smooth, gentle seduction, yet he’d fucked her as if the world were going to end at any moment. But he’d wanted to please her, do what Ally wanted and not be gentle, which happened to be just perfect with him. Next time he’d go slow.

  Maybe.

  He smiled against her lips.

  She had her arms wrapped around him, fingers stroking his back, twisting hair at the nape of his neck. They were still melded together, his cock firmly lodged inside her. A fierce tide of aro
usal raced through him at the prospect of doing this again. With no condom. Fuck, he was an idiot. He didn’t trust anyone, and what had he just done?

  Caspar could still barely believe he’d let it happen, though the consequences were somewhat worse for Ally if she’d lied. Why would she lie? Yet he did need protection, just not the sort that came in a foil packet. How was he supposed to protect his heart against her? Caspar took women to bed and then never saw them again. That way he could be sure what they’d done never developed into anything else. He had no responsibility for their future happiness. He didn’t want to care about Ally. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

  How could he be hardening again? Oh God. Caspar wrenched his mouth away from hers and gulped air into struggling lungs.

  “What happened to your tights?” Ally mumbled in his ear.

  “My tights?”

  “Superman.” She clenched her pussy around him.

  Caspar chuckled. “Your fault.”

  Strong fingers gripped his backside and pulled him even closer.

  “Can I get my breath back?” he asked.

  “No.”

  She plunged her tongue into his mouth, clutched his backside, and Caspar groaned. When he felt her finger slide down the crease of his bottom, he clenched his fists but not his butt. As the finger pressed deeper, his blood thickened in his veins. What was she doing? Well, he knew what she was doing, but did she?

  Caspar lifted his mouth from hers and rested his head on the pillow. Ally faced him. Her hand pressed lower, passing his anus, tickling the sensitive strip of flesh behind his balls until his breath hitched, and then she touched the place where their bodies joined. That was okay, he could cope with that. A finger rubbed the base of his cock and he sucked in a breath.

  Then she pulled back to tease around the pucker of his anus, and Caspar wasn’t sure he could cope at all.

  “Am I freaking you out?” she whispered.

  “Yeah.”

  “In a good way or bad?”

  This is Ally, not someone trying to hurt me. “Good.”

  Ally’s finger pressed and circled as Caspar pushed back against it.

  “I am allowed to do this to you?” he asked.

  “Only in August.”

  He laughed and then gasped as her finger slipped inside and kept going.

  “Oh God,” he mumbled.

  “I can feel you inside me,” she said, her eyes opening wide. “Now where’s— Ah.”

  Caspar hissed as she curled her finger on his prostate and rubbed it gently.

  “Nice?” she whispered.

  “Ughahh.” That made sense.

  Caspar gently rocked his hips, pushing his cock into Ally and pulling back onto her finger.

  “Want two fingers?” she asked.

  “Yes.” One word was as much as he could manage.

  His eyes closed as he lost himself in the dual sensations. Ally’s fingers thrust harder and he matched the movement with his cock.

  How can I come again?

  His balls tightened. His asshole quivered. Ally twisted her fingers and the rope that held him broke, sending him plummeting to oblivion. But no crash upon jagged rocks awaited, instead a soft carpet of feathery bliss cushioned his fall.

  Ally’s breathing had almost returned to normal when Caspar scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the room.

  “Where—?”

  “Shower,” he said.

  That wasn’t a bad idea. She was hot and sweaty, her thighs dripping with Caspar’s cum and her cream.

  “We have five minutes fifty-three seconds before the water goes cold,” he said as he stood her under the wide showerhead. “This is the plan. I soap you all over and you rub your body against mine. Okay? The countdown starts from the moment I turn the knob.”

  “Go,” Ally said, and then screamed as a blast of cold water hit her on the head and missed Caspar completely.

  “I forgot to mention the first fifteen seconds are cold too.” He grinned.

  She closed her eyes as Caspar stood behind her and ran soapy palms up her thighs and over her belly. He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs before sweeping down her back to her butt and between her legs. His hands and fingers were everywhere, and Ally’s arousal, ticking on a slow simmer, crept back to a rolling boil.

  She twisted round to press her breasts against his chest, somehow managing to find enough room to slide down to crouch at his feet to soap his cock and balls. He was still semi-hard. Ally was amazed. One caress with her fist and he went even harder. She shimmied up his body, rubbing her breasts against his cock, and Caspar’s fingers tightened in her hair. But he pulled her up not pushed her down.

  “Sixty-three seconds,” he spluttered through the deluge.

  Ally wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His fingers tightened on her waist and his cock jerked against her belly. He let her take control of the kiss and Ally went exploring, tracing the ridges of his teeth, the smooth arch of his palate, the soft area under his tongue. She nibbled his lip and dragged her tongue along the crease of his mouth as she rocked into his erection.

  The shower went off as the first drop of cold water landed on her cheek.

  Ally chuckled. “Been caught out by five minutes fifty-four?”

  “Once.”

  She shifted a lock of wet hair from his eyes and he blinked. Ally ran her finger along a white scar disappearing into his hair at his temple. “Where did you get this?”

  “Prison. One of the luckier things that happened to me.”

  Oh God. “How come?”

  Caspar pulled her out of the shower and wrapped her in a blue towel. “A guy wanted to give me a tattoo. I wasn’t as keen and I slipped and hit my head. I was carted off to the infirmary, and when I came out, he’d been transferred.”

  He wiped her arms with the towel and didn’t look at her. Ally knew Caspar was lying and suspected he knew that she knew. It wasn’t hard to imagine what prison must have been like.

  “Do you ever talk about it?” she whispered.

  “I try not to. Four years of my life was enough to waste.”

  But how could he put it aside? What had happened to him was like an invidious poison seeping through the rest of his life. Ally wanted to find the antidote, make people see the good man beneath. Would he give her the chance?

  Maybe she wouldn’t be with him long enough to right any wrongs.

  “Be gentle when you’ve had enough of me,” she blurted, and then bit her lip. Not a good idea to show herself as needy.

  Caspar dried her with infinite care, landing kisses after the pass of the towel. He knelt in front of her, looped the towel around her butt and pulled her closer.

  “I could never have enough of you,” he whispered, and pressed his face into her stomach.

  Ally knew he lied to her again. She stroked his head and thought she’d kill anyone else who tried to hurt him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Caspar lay with his head on the same pillow as Ally and stared into her eyes. He’d lost count of the number of times they’d made lo—they’d fucked. Every time he’d just about recovered, he wanted to do it again. They’d hardly slept, but when they had, it had been wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies seamlessly entwined as if they’d been made to fit together. Caspar could tell himself as many times as he liked that he didn’t want to care about her, but he did. She was cute and funny and kind to him. Somehow her kindness was the hardest thing to bear.

  The fierce burn in his gut was her fault.

  The pain in his heart—her fault.

  The ache in his muscles—her fault.

  And he cherished them all because it felt as if she was bringing him back to life.

  He smiled and Ally smiled back, her curving mouth splitting her face in a broad grin. She wrapped a hand around his hardening cock and the smile changed to a pout. “Again?”

  “I can’t help it,” Caspar said.

  “I want to see it when i
t’s not hard.”

  “You think that’s likely when you’re lying naked in my arms?” She didn’t have to be naked. Even thinking about her sent his blood rushing south.

  The alarm on her phone cheeped and they both groaned.

  “We don’t need to go,” Caspar said.

  Ally yanked the duvet off his body. “Oh yes we do. I’ll shower first. I’ll time myself so I don’t use all the hot water.”

  If he showered with her, they’d definitely be late. Caspar sat up. Oh shit. He should’ve switched the heater on again, but he was so used to rationing himself he’d forgotten. He tensed. The shower started and Ally shrieked. Caspar looked at his cock. Maybe a cold shower wasn’t a bad idea.

  * * * * *

  When he came downstairs in loose-fitting pants, a t-shirt and fleece, Ally pushed a slice of buttered toast smeared with marmalade into his hand. Caspar hadn’t eaten breakfast in months.

  “Coffee on the table. Drink fast.”

  Caspar chewed his toast as he looked at her in her pretty pink camouflage pants and blue sweater. She had the smaller of his two fleeces tied around her waist and her purse hanging from her shoulder. She looked as if she were off to the shops.

  “Do you need the purse?” he asked.

  She sighed and put it on the table.

  Caspar picked up his rucksack. “Stick the sandwiches in here. There’s a half-empty plastic bottle in the fridge we can fill with water.”

  He drank most of his coffee and threw the rest down the sink, grabbed the last slice of toast and hauled the rucksack onto his back.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Always.”

  Caspar laughed as he locked the door. Ally’s white tennis shoes weren’t ideal footwear, but she’d insisted that was all she had. So long as it didn’t rain, she should be okay. She slid her hand into his as they walked up the hill, and Caspar squeezed her fingers. He doubted taking part in today’s activities would lead to his inclusion in the mountain rescue team, but he didn’t want to let Ally down.

  As they neared the foot of Tyburn Crag, he saw people standing by a Land Rover drinking coffee.