Star ARC

by Lynx, Elizabeth

“Now I want to see what’s inside!” Willa moved away from Hunter and toward me.

  “No, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I gave her my please-God-no face.

  “I hefted that thing a long way. The least you could do is show the others.” Tucker waved his hand toward Willa.

  “Did you go out and buy this today?”

  “No. Actually, I regifted it.”

  “Come on, Tucker.” Hunter slapped him in the head again.

  “Ew,” I added since I knew exactly what was in that basket.

  “In my defense,” Tucker held up his hands, “I couldn’t use it and when I saw it earlier in the back of my closet, I thought it would help Niki a lot.”

  Now I was about to slap him on the back of his head.

  “So, you gave me a basket full of dildos?”

  FOUR

  Tucker

  “I’LL ADMIT, A BASKET full of dildos wasn’t the best housewarming gift I could have brought. But you can’t say it’s not original,” I said as I continued to review an email from Six Infinity’s lawyers.

  The news about the recent change to the town’s tax laws wasn’t good. The lawyers assured me they’d find a loophole, but that law was tight. The L-Association that created these laws were comprised of a bunch of wealthy business owners and a few ex-politicians from the DC area.

  I knew one of them, Sinclair Ramsey. He owned a property development company called SR Development, Inc., which handled most of the houses and buildings in the town. My brother even bought a house in one of Sinclair’s communities because of our connection.

  He recently expanded his company and bought a small network service company. They do similar stuff as Six Infinity like install networks into buildings, but we also do software development. I always joke that we do it hard, we do it soft; we do whatever you like.

  I thought it odd that since he’s on the board that he would go along with this tax as it would affect his company, too.

  “Why were you even gifted all these dildos, to begin with?” my brother asked as he dug around inside the basket, pulling out various sizes and colors.

  Niki gave me the basket back, which surprised me because what woman wouldn’t love a basket of dildos?

  “When I first moved into the building back in November. Some of the guys from the Green Machine thought it would be funny to give me a basket filled with dildos. It was and now I passed on the tradition to my new neighbor.”

  “I should have guessed you got these from the Marines. You were always funny, Tucker, but once you got back from deployment, your jokes were extra salty.”

  I shook my head. “No salt. There’s no salt with that basket. And, it wasn’t a joke. She could use those. What good are they to me? They’re just gathering dust.”

  My brother kept fondling one of the dildos, so when he put them all back except one, I wasn’t surprised.

  “Do you mind if I—”

  “Use the big, black sex toy for your complete pleasure. Go right ahead. Just never tell me about it. Ever.”

  “Thanks, bro.” He got up and came over to slap me on the back. “I’ll tell Willa to write you a thank you note. You know how she loves to draw pictures of dicks. I’m sure she’ll illustrate exactly how it was used.”

  “Oh, God, no.” I gagged and pushed away from the desk in my office. “Your welcome here is now officially over.” I pushed him toward the door.

  He chuckled. “Okay, I’m going. Hey,” Hunter turned right before he reached the front door, “have you heard from Niki since the muffin breakfast two days ago?”

  My mouth began to water when he said muffin breakfast and it wasn’t because I was thinking of the baked goods I ate at Niki’s. It was because I was thinking of Niki.

  I hadn’t heard from her and it bothered me for some reason. Yes, I was attracted to her, but the stupid melancholy feeling kept nagging at me every time I thought of her. It was as if it was more than physical attraction. Which was dumb because I barely knew her.

  “No, she’s obviously so overwhelmed from witnessing the enormity of my dick from New Year’s Day that she’s in hiding.”

  My brother sighed. “Look, bro, you’re a good guy despite what you force everyone to believe. If you like her, just ask her out. Stop acting like a seven-year-old with a crush on a girl in class. She’d be lucky to have you.”

  I hated when he got all sappy. Emotions were for dummies.

  “Blah, blah, blah. It’s not like I’m pulling her pigtails and running away. She’s hot. A lot of women are hot. Doesn’t mean I want to date them.”

  I did. I wanted to date all of them but mostly, I wanted to date Niki.

  “Well, I love you. Text every once in a while. Don’t hole yourself up here like a weird hermit.”

  I shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong with the hermit life. You’re projecting. Don’t take your anger for hermits out on me. See a therapist about that shit. Now go so I can continue to add to my tinfoil hat collection.”

  Hunter hit my shoulder with a light punch, and I knew that was his way of hugging it out. After he left, I thought about what he said.

  Maybe I should just ask her out.

  I went down the hall to my bedroom and went up to the mirror. I was wearing my usual button-up shirt with jeans. At least I wasn’t a slob like my brother—I put effort into my appearance. A lot of guys that saw some shit seemed to give up or just go through the motions, but I refused.

  An IED may have taken half my leg and scarred the other, but I wasn’t going to let it take my pride. Though Ren and Stimpy were all that was left of my legs, they didn’t define me.

  I sniffed my armpits, and all was good. With a deep breath, I rolled myself over to my bed and took out one dildo, the pink one, and shoved it into the bag that hung on the back of my wheelchair.

  I didn’t look back once I was done and out of the bedroom as I left and moved into the hallway outside my condo.

  The great thing about this building was the higher up the floor was, the fewer condos on each level. It was only Niki and me on the tenth floor. That’s why I was blasting the porn the other day. I hadn’t realized anyone had moved in next door. I thought I still had the floor to myself.

  Her door already had a wreath on it. It was filled with little dried white flowers and hung from a wide golden ribbon, tied in a big bow. It was tasteful but the gold added a bit of glamour, just like Niki.

  Glancing back at my door, it appeared dull compared to hers. Nothing on it. Just plain white. A blank slate. Should I get a wreath?

  After debating the merits of a wreath and what color it should be, I lifted my hand to her door and knocked. Then I pounded my fist against it and didn’t stop until Niki opened the door.

  When she did, it took my breath away just like it had two days ago when I had a basket full of dildos in my lap.

  She was wearing a damp pink tank top that clung to her chest. I swore if I squinted hard enough, I could see through it. It was winter and below freezing outside, but she had on shorts. Super tiny gray shorts which clung to her body.

  The best part, she was wet all over. Not like she showered but like she was working out. Perhaps a dildo slipped out of the basket the other day and she was taking full advantage of my generous gift. A guy could dream, right?

  “Hello. Was I being too loud?” She scrunched up her cute little brow.

  “Loud?”

  Please say masturbating. Please say masturbating.

  She threw her thumb over her shoulder. “I was working hard in the bedroom. Actually, if you have a minute, maybe you could help me.”

  Niki bit her sexy bottom lip in a help-me-I’m-so-horny sort of way that my mouth fell open and I was unable to form words.

  “Only if you don’t mind.”

  I nodded, still unable to speak and rolled myself inside before she had a chance to come to her senses. Was this really happening? Three days ago, a porn scene almost played out in my living room with three women and now Niki wanted me to
help her in the bedroom.

  If this wasn’t sex heaven, then I didn’t deserve to be born with a huge cock.

  I followed her and noticed the scattered boxes from the other day were gone. Her living room, like something from a design magazine—complete with a white furry rug and sleek leather couch—was spotless.

  When we got to the hall, I was directly behind her and had a fantastic view of her ass that bounced a little as she walked. I couldn’t wait to clamp my fingers around that delicious butt. Perhaps even a few little slaps to watch it jiggle.

  Damn, I was already hard.

  She turned her head and sported a fuck-me smile when she said, “It’s right in here. I’m having trouble getting it to fit in the right spot. I tried everything but with your arms,” she turned when we were inside the bedroom with a blush sweeping over her cheeks, “I mean your strength . . . you might be able to help me work it into place.”

  Yes. Yes. I’d work it so hard that Niki wouldn’t be able to look at my cock without coming. “Of course. Anything to help a neighbor. Not that you’re any neighbor . . .”

  I started to unbutton my shirt and noticed for the first time that her bedroom wasn’t as put together as the rest of her home. The mattress was in the middle of the room and the bed frame was partly assembled by the back wall.

  If she wanted dirty, college-style mattress-on-floor sex, then that’s what she’d get. I almost had my shirt off when she cried, “What are you doing?”

  Her eyes were wide with a look of horror on her face. Did I misread the situation?

  Bedroom. Check.

  Sweaty Niki. Check.

  Talked about my strong arms that could help her. Check.

  I don’t think I misconstrued anything. Sounds exactly like the building blocks to phenomenal sex with lots of orgasms if you asked me.

  “I’m taking off my shirt? I tend to do that when in this situation.”

  Niki put her hands on her hips and thought about what I had said. “Well, I guess that makes sense. If you hadn’t noticed, I’m sweaty myself. Men are lucky like that. They can take off their shirts while working. Women have to stay clothed. Seems unfair to me.”

  Working? If that’s what she wanted to call it, I’d be fine with that, too.

  “What sort of prudish upbringing did you have? Of course, you can take off your clothes. In fact, I encourage it.” I waved at her body.

  Niki snorted, and it was adorable, before folding her arms together. “Of course, you want me naked while moving furniture. You think more with your penis than you do with your brain.”

  Oh, she needed help moving furniture. I nodded more for myself as the realization of her words sunk into my abnormally thick skull. Now it made sense. No sex heaven for me today. Unless . . .

  “So, you didn’t invite me in here to help you have an orgasm? That’s too bad because I’m really good at helping women with that.”

  FIVE

  Niki

  “I BET,” I SAID AS MY eyes drifted to the bulge between his legs.

  Why did I just say that? What was wrong with me? It was Tucker, I was sure of it. I couldn’t be around this guy without turning into an oversexed mess.

  He was the crazy one, not me.

  And it wasn’t just that. When I opened the door to find him on the other side in his crisp button-up, looking more put together than any man I had been with, my heart began to beat wildly in my chest. The smile on my face nearly broke it.

  I was so happy that he was there despite how rude he’d been since I first met him. And I nearly creamed myself when he mentioned how good he was at giving women orgasms.

  He had a filthy mouth and terrible manners, but that only made me want him more. When he suggested I take off my clothes, for a second I contemplated doing just that.

  Instead of putting his shirt back on, he pulled it from his arms and threw it across the room.

  His molten blue eyes drifted down my body as he licked his lips. Tucker never shied away from how much he wanted to devour my body. Maybe that’s what attracted me to him—his honesty. He always told the truth, no matter how brutal it may be.

  He definitely was not like the other guys I’d dated who swore they wanted me for my mind or personality or because of my talent. But once they slept with me, I rarely, if ever, heard from them again.

  At least I knew Tucker only wanted my body. Maybe that was a good thing—just sex. I needed time to find out what I really wanted in life, and a relationship would only confuse the matter.

  “So, you only invited me in here to help you move some furniture?”

  “Yup.”

  But I was changing my mind.

  “And you move furniture fully clothed?” He tilted his head, and I had to admit, it was adorable.

  I giggled. Thankfully, it didn’t come out as a snort this time.

  “I do.”

  “Huh,” Tucker said, shaking his head. “Weird. I’m a nude furniture mover by nature, you know, like the ancient Romans. Greased up in olive oil and buck naked.”

  Now I was snorting. I walked over and sat on my reclaimed wood storage bench. He rolled up so he was sitting next to me. I could feel the heat from his body, and I couldn’t help but react to it.

  “Wouldn’t that get slippery?”

  Tucker’s cheeks turned pink. The man who said anything that came to him and it usually involved sex, was full-on blushing.

  “Then what’s the fun of moving heavy pieces of furniture if it doesn’t slip out of your hands every so often. There’s a drinking game about it.”

  I scooted a little closer, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Really? What’s it called?”

  “Don’t drop the piano,” he said, his chest rising and falling faster the closer I came to him.

  “Mmm. You like drinking games?”

  “Not so much. I like to wallow in my pain,” Tucker said and looked away.

  I was guessing he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

  “Me, too. Life isn’t how it’s portrayed in the movies. Which is crazy since I’m an actress who usually portrays those perfect lives.”

  “Does that bother you?”

  I shook my head. “No. It provides escape, much like drinking, but not as dangerous.” I moved as close as I could to him without sliding onto his lap. “Sometimes people need an escape from all the terrible things going on in their lives. They want to live in a world where everything is perfect, even if it’s only for a few hours. That’s what I like to give them, that stress relief.”

  His eyes danced around my face for a minute. Had he changed his mind about me? Perhaps my confession was too much. Some men couldn’t handle deep. They were all surface. I guess Tucker was, too.

  “Can I kiss you?”

  “What?” I asked surprised.

  “Kissing is a stress reliever, too. And I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first met you back in October. But Willa was drawing those penises in the parking lot, and I figured it wouldn’t be appropriate to ask you then.”

  “Okay,” I said, surprising myself a little.

  He leaned forward but it was awkward. The angle of his chair and how I was sitting was too hard to kiss that way. So, I did what needed to be done.

  “Do you mind if I sit on your lap?” I asked, pointing to the hard-on he was sporting.

  “Yes. Of course. Please.” He sat back, and I climbed on. There wasn’t a lot of room, so I turned and threw my legs over his armrest.

  “There. That’s better,” I said and shifted a bit. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Am I hurting you?”

  Tucker nodded his head. “Yes. You’re killing me actually, but in the best way possible.”

  Opening his eyes, he cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for the kiss. Tucker didn’t hold back and his lips devoured mine. They were supple but firm, and when he pulled back to nibble down my neck, I squeaked in pleasure. This guy had amazing lips. Ah-ma-zing.

  “Your tits. Do you mind? I’d like to play with them.” T
ucker looked up at me, his eyes now a darkening blue.

  I nodded and pulled up my tank to display my breasts for him to do whatever he wanted.

  “Jesus, your beautiful, Niki.” His hand cupped my breast as his thumb brushed against my nipple. Electric heat shot down my body and I squirmed to ease the pressure.

  His head fell back. Tucker ground his cock into my hip. Lifting his head, he said, “Give me a second. I need to fix something.”

  He pushed his free hand between us, and I lifted my hips to give him room. After a moment, he said, “I’m done. You can sit back.”

  When I did, I felt it—his cock. It was free and currently suffocated by my ass.

  “Comfortable?” I asked as I leaned closer to whisper in his ear. I closed my eyes as I inhaled his cool, masculine scent.

  “Not in the least. Comfortable would be buried balls deep inside your soaked pussy.”

  I moaned and scrapped my nails against his scalp. I was soaked and the more he said things like that, I wetter I got.

  His fingers continued to pinch my hard nipple causing me to arch my back. When I did, he scooped the other nipple into his mouth.

  “Yeah, Tucker.” I slid my fingers down my stomach to my thighs. I had no panties on, and it was easy to slip my fingers between my wet lips.

  He lifted his head. “You know I brought something that could help with that . . .” Tucker reached back and from the bag that hung from his wheelchair handle, he pulled out a large, pink dildo.

  “I told you I was here to help.”

  I had used toys before but never with a man. But the way Tucker was looking at me and how he worked me up, I was willing to try anything he wanted.

  “What’s that part for?” There was a small pink extension coming out of the base.

  “Your ass.”

  My eyes widened. I had always been curious about ass play but had never experienced it myself.

  “I’ve never done that before . . .”

  “Then you’re lucky I arrived when I did. Take off your clothes and get on that mattress.” He placed the tip of the dildo on my lips and I wrapped my mouth around it. I sucked while continuing to finger myself. He watched with hooded eyes while his hips gyrated into my ass.