by Rye Hart
He shrugged.
“I suppose I can.” I knew he had one of his men on set as backup, and I quickly thanked Star for coming and stepped away with Jefferey. When I glanced back, Duncan turned to meet my eyes as he stepped up to her side and escorted to the two women out.
The look on my face must have told all and Jefferey, like usual, had something to say. “That woman is known for taking up with her security, and she’s dated three of her guards in the past two years.”
I snapped my head in his direction. “That doesn’t help to know.”
“Please, he’s not into her. The way he kept looking at you, he wanted to see your reaction.”
“Yeah, right. He knew it was pissing me off and he liked it.” I knew something about Duncan that Jefferey didn’t: his reputation for being with lots of girls. Besides, there was no denying that she, with all of her flashy clothes and wild hair, looked even more stunning next to his strong, dark, tatted self.
The burning I’d had earlier was now an inferno in my gut.
CHAPTER ELEVEN - DUNCAN
I’d had a week to think about things between Rachel and me, and after that display Star had put on, putting me in a situation I was forced to tolerate because of my job, I knew I’d have to make things right with Rachel.
She’d had daggers in her eyes for the pop star, and I can’t say I could blamed her much, especially after what happened with her father. I was still upset that she hadn’t just gone ahead and told her father that I was back in the picture, but then again, I remembered what an intimidating SOB he could be. Maybe she’d been right, and it hadn’t been the time, especially considering what I’d been doing to her.
I’d dreamed of her orgasming beneath my mouth over and over throughout the week, and had given myself pleasure at the thought of it. Now, though, it was time to make things right between us. I needed to apologize.
I went to her place with the intentions of getting everything sorted out and was worried that what happened with Star on the set was going to put up another wall between us.
Rachel came to the door with a wary look. “Where have you been all day? Screwing that blue-haired demon?” She left the door open as she stepped away and I walked in behind her and shut the door.
“That’s not how it is. I was doing my job, and nothing more. I didn’t even eat with them. I run a professional business.” Her upturned nose told me she wasn’t buying that so I stepped close, pinning her against the coffee table. One step backward and she was going down. “I came to work things out.”
She stared up at me with those big green eyes which were so full of disdain that I took a step back. “Why would you want me when you could have the pretty pop princess instead?” She shrugged her shoulders and held her glare.
“Because I’ve only ever loved one woman, and that’s you.” I kept my eyes steady, unwavering, just like my love for her had been all those years. It had been buried deep but had never ceased.
“You’ve been away from me for years—”
I held out my hand and in it was the journal I’d kept about her. All of my thoughts and dreams, the things I’d wanted to say. They were all in there.
Her brows pinched tight, and she took the book from my hand. “What’s this? You keep a journal of all your conquests?”
“You’re the only girl between those pages. I kept it with me through all the lonely times while I was deployed. And anytime I had a big mission, I’d write to you. I wasn’t sure if anyone would find it if I was blown to bits, but I had to get the words out. It was the only way I could. I missed you every single day. Read it, and you’ll know exactly how I feel about you and that no matter what a fool I’ve been in the past, I’ve never, not for a moment, stopped loving you.”
She opened the book and read through the pages, and then she stepped around the table to the couch where she sat and pulled her feet up. I sat next to her as she poured through the pages, holding one hand against her heart. She came to an entry that she read aloud.
“Tomorrow I’ll be walking into hell. I fear that this night might be my last and even though I’m lost in nightmares, my hope for you is that you found your dream. Only sweet dreams for you, Rachel. Remember the time we camped out in the backyard?”
She turned her face up to mine and smiled. This was just before her father found out we were a couple and stopped her from sleeping over with my sister. She glanced back down and continued reading.
“I dream of that night more than any other. I held you close in that sleeping bag and kissed you goodnight wishing that every night could be spent the same way only so I could wake up next to you every morning. I know I’ve stolen that from myself, and even though I’ll lay down alone tonight, I will remember how warm and peaceful you were pressed up against me, how your scent had been my air, and the rise and fall of your breath the motion that had rocked me to sleep. And if this night is my last, the memory of that moment alone, will have made my entire life worth living. I love you, Rachel, now and always.”
Her voice broke on the final line, and she slowly closed the book and turned to me with tear-soaked eyes. “I thought of that same night many times as well.”
“I didn’t want to make you cry.” I held her cheek and wiped away her tears with my thumb and leaned in to kiss her soft lips.
She slipped her arms around my neck and pulled away. “Who knew you were the journaling type?” She wiped her eyes and took a calming breath.
“I guess I can break the stereotypes too.” I shrugged as she laughed and then I pulled her back close. “I’ve missed you so much, and I’m sorry I was angry about your father. I just held a grudge for so long, and it wasn’t his fault. I should have taken my own actions, and I guess I’ve been mad at myself about it all this time.”
“Then let’s not waste another minute worrying about it.” She melted against me, and I lay back pulling her with me, her long slender body stretching out across me.
I trailed my hand down her side and up into her loose-fitting t-shirt. One hand cupped her breast, and that same thumb that wiped her tears, brushed against her soft nipple, feeling it tighten at my touch. I growled against her mouth and kissed her deeper, bucking my hips up against her soft cotton yoga pants, against her slender hips right to her center and that little mound of hers.
She let out a moan and then pulled back to meet my eyes. Her hips moved against mine, and though her desires remained unspoken, I knew what that sultry, hungry look was telling me.
“Are you sure you want this, Rachel?” I ground my erection against her urging her to reciprocate.
She ground hard against me and nodded. “Yes, I’ve wanted it for so long. Don’t make me wait another minute.” She crushed her lips against mine, and she snaked her hand down and rubbed my cock through my pants. She’d done that many times, but she’d never touched it, not skin to skin.
She sat up and moved down to straddle my thighs, one leg butting up against the back of the couch and sinking down into the cushions as she undid the buttoned fly and slipped her hand in to touch me. Her eyes widened, and she met my stare as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked my long, veiny shaft.
“There’s things I’ve wanted to do for so long. I want to do it all with you; always wanted it to be you.” She looked down at my cock and stroked her thumb across the tip, taking special care to rub my tiny slit where it was already glistening. She met my eyes again, pulling in her bottom lip. “I want to taste it.”
I knew she’d had limited experience and though I wanted nothing more than for her to suck me off, I didn’t want things to be vulgar for her first time. “You don’t have to do that for me if you’re not sure about—”
She was on my cock before I had time to talk her out of it. As she closed her mouth around the head and then lowered herself until it hit the back of her throat, my toes curled in my boots. “Fuck, baby.” I hissed through my teeth.
She pulled away and looked up at me with an expression of worry. “Did I h
urt you?”
“No, not at all, be as rough as you want.” Her eyes flashed, and she smiled wide as she went down on me again, this time trailing her tongue along the veins in my shaft and down to my balls. She kissed them a then pulled one into her mouth, tight-lipping it before letting it pop from her mouth. She worked her way back up my shaft, letting her mouth work the length of me as she gripped my base.
“I’m not sure you’re going to fit,” she whispered against my burning flesh. The friction had me throbbing, my balls aching with desire.
“There’s only one way to find out, but I think we should move to your bed. I want you to be comfortable.” She stood, and I got to my feet, then she led me by the hand to her bedroom, where I slowly undressed her.
CHAPTER TWELEVE - RACHEL
His cock had been so big in my mouth I could only imagine what it was going to be like inside me. The slow ache that I’d had many times, and always for him, was about to be quenched. He tugged down my yoga pants, and I held onto his strong shoulders as he slipped them off my feet. Then he lifted my shirt over my head, and I was left in nothing but my panties.
“Slip them off slowly,” he whispered in my ear and I lay back on the bed as he undressed, never taking is eyes off me as I hooked my thumbs into my bikini straps and slowly slid the lace down exposing my trimmed mound. I sat up a bit when they reached my knees, but he took over, slipping them down my calf and across my ankles until I was left naked and on display for him, and he didn’t seem to be missing much of the view.
He stood before me gripping himself; his sac was heavy, like twin weights swaying below that proud cock. He pumped it in his fist, and I noticed that his large hands fit much better around it than mine had and all those fears about the pain of losing my virginity were very real.
It must have registered on my face because he leaned down and smiled. “You’re almost past the point of no return.”
“I want this. I want you, Duncan.” I knew I had to reassure him. He’d always been so protective.
He was so powerful before me, his size dwarfing mine, and I hadn’t really sized us up that way before. I was lost in a million thoughts when he leaned over and kissed me.
“I want to do this right by you, so what do you want to do about protection? I’ve always used it, but I don’t have any on me.” I hadn’t thought about it, all I’d thought about was having him and how much it might hurt.
“I trust you, and I’m on the pill . Unless you want to wait?” I held my breath while he thought a minute.
And then a slow smile spread across his face. “I guess it will be a first for us both.” He kissed me again and lay me back against the pillows, then he slipped down below my waist and parted my knees. “Relax, baby. I’m going to take good care of you.”
The words he spoke were a vow, and I knew I could trust them to be true. I spread my legs wide, letting them fall around him as he nestled down between my thighs. He wasted no time putting his mouth against me and dragged his tongue from my tight little star between my cheeks to my aching, tender bud at my apex.
His mouth felt amazing on me and lay my head back and closed my eyes to take in the sensations. The warm, wet wiggle of his tongue torturing my clit, flicking, pressing, lapping. He had himself a feast as he nibbled at my clit, his teeth grazing and nipping sending waves of pleasure rolling over me that turned more intense every second until I felt myself come undone.
My legs trembled as I grew impossibly wet. He slipped a finger between my folds and teased me relentlessly until I whimpered.
“You’re ready for me aren’t you, baby?” I nodded, and he smiled. “I’m so ready too. I want to feel your sweet little pussy wrapped around me, so slick and tight.”
“Yes,” I whispered as he rose up to his knees and stroked his thick shaft, then he pushed my thighs wider as he centered himself against me, nudging his thick bell-shaped head against me.
“Baby, just relax, it’s going to be bit of pressure, you’re so tight.” He gave me a devilish grin and nudged against my barrier, pushing against the resistance which didn’t stand a chance against his hard cock.
I split apart, like fire ripping through my center, and I tensed, bracing myself against the pillow as I gripped his strong arms and pulled him down against me. He fell and let me hold on as he pushed deeper, slicing through me until he’d found my depths. He stilled all but for his mouth which kissed me.
He broke the kiss and met my eyes. “You’re going to have to relax, baby.” His hips worked slowly, and the pain soon ebbed into pleasure, and as soon as I realized that moving would ease the pain, I ground against him. He pulled out and dipped back in a few times to let me adjust, and once I was moaning, he began to work me in steady thrusts. The pleasure soon outweighed the pain, and his mouth found my breasts which only brought more pleasure to my core.
He rose up and stroked my hair back from my face. “I want you to ride me.”
The delight flashed in my eyes, and before I could ask if it would hurt, he’d rolled us over never leaving my channel.
I looked up into her eyes as she settled across my hips, her soaking core still tight around my cock. She leaned forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders and around my face as she inched off to kiss me.
I bucked upward, fucking her with just the tip so we could keep our lip lock, but then when she sat up, she winced at the pain from taking me deep again.
The bulk of my base was spreading her wider than I’d imagined. It was as if there was a rubber band around my dick she was so tight. Her release had her quaking around it, milking me for my cum.
The feeling of our bodies, flesh to flesh with nothing between us was a sensation I’d never allowed myself to have; a risk I never wanted to take, but as her wet warmth blossomed around me, I knew I’d never want to have her any other way.
I sat up and brought my arm around her waist, and she rocked steadily against me as she found her rhythm. It was even better than all of those moments I’d dreamed about and washed away the pain of all those nights I’d sat in regret from letting her go. As another orgasm ripped through her, clenching my cock with her walls, she made that purring noise I’d loved so much and longed to hear again.
“There’s my little Kitten, that’s right, purr for me.” I closed her in a tight embrace and thrust as her tits pressed tight against my chin. I lowered my head to capture her tight nipple in my lips and suckled as she rode out the aftershocks. I pressed her up against me and rolled us back over so I was on top on the soft bed. Her blond hair splayed out across the covers as she gave me a lazy grin.
“I want you to come inside me Duncan.”
Her words had me thrusting deeper, and I was more than willing to oblige. Her core gripped me. Her slick walls were a warm vise as my balls tightened preparing for my big finish. I lifted her legs and braced her hips at a tilt as I pounded through my release.
My warm jets shot through my shaft, spurting into her depths, filling her tight little hole and she moaned in pleasure and another orgasm piggy-backed my own. I ground deep and didn’t pull out for quite some time, hoping that moment of ecstasy would never end.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DUNCAN
Watching Rachel work was fascinating to me, and I had the perfect job that gave me a front row seat to the action, at least for a while. I’d sure enjoy it while it lasted and I made a mental note to thank my sister again. I’d been angry with her at first, but I was happy she’d gotten me and Rachel back in each other’s lives.
The moment Brock showed up on set, though, my mood changed. The little punk was way too familiar with Rachel, and I’d noticed he took no restraint with the way he touched her. I imagined myself holding him down and snapping his arm like a twig, but then Rachel glanced over and gave me a bright smile, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips and give her one right back.
I had been thinking about the next time since the last, but she’d been a bit sore, so I was taking it easy on her, for now. It was easy to get addic
ted and with us both having something we’d never had before, it made it even more special for me. I wish we hadn’t waited, but it was definitely worth it.
I glanced to the back door where a couple of teenagers had planned to slip inside after we finished for the day, but I’d caught them camped out behind the dumpsters with a backpack full of snacks and Star’s latest CD and a few magazines they’d hoped she’d sign. They were harmless, but it showed me the lengths that some obsessed fans would go through to catch a peek at their shining Star Summers.
When I looked back across the room, I took a step forward seeing that Brock had his arm around Rachel, his hand resting on the small of her back. She seemed to cower a bit like he was some kind of bird of prey and she was his feast.
I was just about to walk over and distract him from his attempts when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“You’re a lousy guard. I walked right in the place, and I could have been a maniac.” I turned to see my beautiful sister, her face glowing with a wide grin and her eyes widened at the set before us.
“You are a maniac. And I know you didn’t get past Patrick outside without him noticing.” I’d had my best guard come aboard to give him a bit of a break, but he wasn’t a slacker.
“Yeah, he stopped me. He frisked me too, said it was standard procedure.” She lifted her shoulder.
I narrowed my eyes. “Did he? So, I should go break his neck for touching my sister?”
“You really would, wouldn’t you? I mean, if I were telling the truth.” She threw her arms around me, and I glanced over her shoulder across the room to see what Brock was up to. His arm had moved, but he was still hovering close to her. Too close.
“I would, even though he’s my best man.” I turned my eyes back to the cocky producer, and my sister noticed my anger.
“Wow, who’s that icy glare for?” She followed my eyes to see the loser in action. “Oh my, promise me you won’t kill him. Harris would be terribly upset if this deal goes sour and you’re not only representing your company and your reputation but mine and Harris’ as well.”