Great Celestial Balls of Fire [Celestial Nights 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  Going with the flow, Blaze stood and removed his shorts. Rayne had sat back down and was casually watching him from the couch, sitting cross-legged. He noted that she wasn’t as confident as she was pretending to be. She’d gone beet-red and was shaking nervously, but managed to give him a small smile. From his position, the material of her tank top had stretched taut against her tits. He could see the distinct impressions of her hard nipples. It was nowhere near cold in here.

  Taking a deep breath, Blaze finished taking off his shorts, tossing them next to hers.

  He risked another glance at her and was surprised to see her eyes travelling over him. She was checking him out. Her pretty green eyes were wide, and she was biting her lip. Blaze supposed that meant she liked what she saw. He knew he wasn’t a dog so to speak, and had fine attributes, but typically, women shied away from his face, due to his scars. Ashe had told him several times that women dug a little ruggedness in a man, but Blaze didn’t think the pink scars on the side of his face were rugged, they were hideous.

  Since the accident, he’d become hooked on working out, so he was fit. Overly muscled and well maintained. In addition, even flaccid, his cock did make a bulge in the front of his boxers. That was where her eyes settled, and although he wouldn’t have believed it possible, she grew a deeper shade of red. He wondered for the first time if Rayne could possibly be interested in him, the real him, attracted to the man beneath the mask. It didn’t make sense, though. She was young and pretty and could have anyone. Why him? Perplexed by her interest, but feeling a bit more at ease, he sat back in his place and drank more of his water.

  “Blaze?” she whispered.

  He had to look up at this. Her voice had sounded distant and lost. Her head tilted forward as she was looked at him seriously from the corner of her eye, bangs hanging down. She smiled for a moment, a faint smile, there and gone, as he said, “Yeah?”

  “Nothing.” She blushed again.

  Blaze went back to watching the television, praying there was something interesting on, but something in his gut told him it was too late for boob tube.

  Blaze thought he kept seeing her looking over at him from the corner of his eye. He figured it was his imagination, because every time his eyes crept back to her, she was seemingly engrossed in whatever was on the television. He tried to be more subtle about his examinations so he wouldn’t make her more nervous. Her legs were really nice, he’d only seen them bare twice before, but that was in darkness, and he didn’t care about her legs when his cock was driving hard into her pussy. However, now in the light of the day, she had shapely, athletic legs. Her thighs were full and soft looking, her skin silky smooth. He could imagine running his hands up them, all the way to her crotch, where her blue panties were stretched over her pussy lips. Although he couldn’t tell for sure, the material at her crotch appeared to be wet.

  He was starting to get hard again, and squirmed in his seat, trying to focus on the movie. Blaze took several deep breaths, hoping she’d continue looking at the screen until his erection had a chance to go down. It was straining against the material and he knew that the side of it was fully visible through the slit in the front of his boxers. Nevertheless, there was no way to hide it without drawing attention to his condition. Breathing through it wasn’t helping. He was pent up beyond his limits and his beautiful woman was nearly naked a couple feet away from him. The heat, the electricity in the air, and the maddening lack of sexual release were all writhing around within him, making him jittery and lustful. Blaze was all rushing pulse, clenched teeth, throbbing hard-on, and building tension. He wondered how much of this he could take before he lost his mind completely.

  Shortly after this thought, Blaze heard a sharp intake of breath and realized Rayne had caught a glimpse of his cock. Blaze flinched, trying to think of a way to hide himself then chuckled, and Rayne giggled.

  “You don’t have to hide from me,” she said, standing and coming up behind him.

  “I’m not hiding.”

  “Yes, you are,” she said, placing her hand on his shoulder. Blaze turned to look at the woman who held his heart. “I wish you’d tell me what you’re thinking.”

  God, he wished he could say it, too. Never good with words, he lived most of his life showing and doing, never saying. Yet at this moment, with her wide green eyes looking up at him with hope, he wondered if his brain could formulate the words.

  “Just tell me,” she whispered, moving closer.

  Sighing, Blaze was just about to open his mouth, when he heard the soft sounds of “It Might Be You” from Stephen Bishop. Then from around the corner, Ashe stood, and said, “Just tell her, Blaze,” before turning to walk away.

  “Tell me what?” Rayne asked.

  “I–I…” Blaze stammered. “I really like it here.”

  Rayne made a happy little noise and threw her arms around him. Feeling her soft, full breasts pressed up against his chest wasn’t helping his situation, but he hugged her back, smiling as if he’d just won the lottery. Even though he chickened out, just having her in his arms felt right. God, he was such a wimp!

  “I’m so glad. I hoped you and Ashe would like Celestial. I hope you both stay.”

  “I don’t think you have to worry about us leaving anytime soon.”

  “Good.” She smiled up at him. “Now, let’s go watch TV. I must say, you had me worried for a second, Blaze. I thought for sure you were going to tell me this wasn’t working out between us. I don’t know what I would have said or done if you told me that.”

  Wanting to kick his own ass, Blaze just nodded and followed her as she led the way back to the couch. He had the perfect moment, and like a noob, he faltered. Damn, it was a wonder he got anything done, anymore. Maybe he should just leave Ashe to wooing the girls, because apparently he wasn’t any good at it.

  Sitting on the couch, he and Rayne sat quietly for the next thirty minutes, when she finally got up and said, “I think I’m gonna go take a nap. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

  Blaze didn’t have the balls to say what he really needed, and said nothing, letting her walk away. A few seconds later, he heard her door shut quietly. Blaze growled, running his hands down his face. He was so fucking frustrated with himself, he didn’t hear Ashe come into the room.

  “You wasted the perfect moment, dude,” Ashe said, walking around the small kitchen.

  “I know,” Blaze grumbled.

  “You still have time to make it right.”

  “I blew it. Just drop it, okay.”

  “Can’t.” Ashe smiled. “You’re in love with her, man. You’ve never hidden your feelings well. That is one of the things I love about you, but you have to stop hiding behind your insecurities, Blaze. If it was a problem for her, you would have known about it by now.”

  “Insecurities?” Blaze growled. “Ashe, I look like a fucking monster. How can she ever love me with this face?”

  “Stop it,” Ashe said harshly. “I’ve listened to that shit for the last two fucking years, and I’m not going to listen to it anymore. This place, this town, this job, is our last chance, man. Don’t go and fuck it up. Give it a chance and just let it happen. I love you, Blaze, but I won’t wait around forever for you to get back in the game.”

  Blaze said nothing as Ashe left the room and the words of his lover sank in. He had never given any thought to his life without Ashe, and doing so now made his stomach curdle. From the moment the two met at the academy, they had been together. They had been through so much, and if it weren’t for Ashe, he would probably still be in some rehabilitation center, or worse, alone, living like a hermit, too afraid to step out into the word. It was odd thinking about how much he had relied on his looks before, never having to worry if he could pick up a girl. Before they seemed to flock to him, but after the accident, women were far and few in between. That was until Rayne. When she looked at him, she didn’t see his scar, she saw the man within.

  When he woke in the hospital, he listened as doctors
told him that time would heal his wounds, that he just needed to relax and let it happen. The same thing Ashe had just said, and yet, never being a patient person, Blaze realized that he was still living as if he were still in that hospital bed. He hated that place, and he hated what his actions were doing to himself and to Ashe. He was tired of hiding in the world, and wanted to live again. He needed it, he needed Ashe, and he desperately needed Rayne.

  Formulating a plan to go get what he wanted, the minutes stretched out. He found himself dozing, though he couldn’t seem to stay asleep. When he briefly drifted off, he awoke to sounds from the room behind him. Blaze glanced over his shoulder and started to make out a rhythmic sort of noise. There was a soft sigh, almost a moan.

  “Blaze?” Her voice carried softly into the living room.

  He didn’t move, not one inch.

  When he heard her voice again, he got up and walked to her closed door, listening.

  Her aroused tone was back in her voice and it made him curious. Very quietly, he opened the door, to find her sleeping on her large bed. Blaze was about to shut her door, when he heard her say his name again, and that was when he saw her movements.

  Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness of her room, he watched as she pulled the sheet off her. One hand went between her legs. The other crept under her tank top and squeezed one of her ample breasts. There was no doubt about it. His lovely Rayne was pleasuring herself a few feet away from him as she dreamed of him!

  His erection was back, instantly. As he watched her, his own hand crept down and gripped himself through his boxers. He couldn’t do more than that without risking her hearing. If he moved too much, he would make a noise and disturb her. He certainly didn’t want to interrupt her, although it was driving him out of his mind with lust. He was a bit of a voyeur, and it had always been a fantasy of his to watch a girl bring herself off in front of him. Sure, he’d had sex partners put on shows for him, but this was different. She didn’t know he was watching. He was finally getting a chance to fulfill one of his fantasies. Not being able to stroke himself, though, was maddening. He was so hard it hurt, but he wouldn’t have traded the experience for anything.

  As Rayne’s hand sped up and she started letting out sexy little gasps of pleasure, Blaze couldn’t deny anymore that he wanted to fuck her. Fuck her? No…he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to worship her body, as it should be. He wanted to bask in her glow, as he pleasured her all night long, and for the remainder of his days. Would she let him? Did she want him? Or was she just looking for a fuck buddy hook-up every now and then? There were so many questions he needed answered, but when she peeled off her panties and then pulled her tank top over her head, all questions fled as she went back to work on herself, still quiet, but her movements were becoming more frantic. She was almost at her limit, and so was he. If she called for him again, Blaze was damn sure he’d answer this time. He could almost see her breast in the dim light trickling in through the door. She groped one, then the other, tweaking her nipples. Her other hand was back between her legs, dancing over her pussy, and he could hear the wet sound of her fingers moving through her fluids. She must have been soaked. He wasn’t sure where she’d flung her panties, but he could distinctly smell her arousal. How he was able to continue silently to stand there, he had no idea. He couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in his life.

  That was when it got worse.

  “Blaze.”

  It was soft, just a whisper, almost covered by the noise of the soft music playing in the living room and the wet sounds of her playing with herself. Blaze thought he imagined it until she said it again, and again. Then she gasped, and then moaned, the bed springs squeaking as her hips bucked up. She was coming, hard.

  He was losing it. Blaze wanted to jump her, mount her, and fuck her silly. But he couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right. If he lost control and did something rash, he’d regret it in the morning. No matter how much fun he’d have.

  His mind whirling, his cock still rock hard, Blaze stood there trying to calm down. He had a wild urge to run into the bathroom and jump under a cold shower. Rayne sighed again, and then made a whimpering sound, stretching her legs out and squirming on the bed. Her hand was still between her legs as she made a few half-hearted movements with it before throwing her arm to the side with a frustrated sound. She sat up and looked directly at him.

  Blaze squeezed his eyes shut and swiftly moved to the side, praying she didn’t see him. He couldn’t let her know he’d been watching her sleep. However, as silly as it all was, he knew she saw him. He may be slow on the uptake, but he was no dummy.

  After a few seconds of nothing, he felt a soft, tentative touch on his still erect cock. Moving slowly, she reached into the slit in the front of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around him, taking him into her small, soft hand. It occurred to him that she was using her right hand, the same one she’d brought herself to orgasm with. At that realization, his cock spasmed in her hand and some pre-cum oozed out, onto her fingers.

  “Why are you just standing there?” she asked softly, stroking along the length of his member slowly, gently. She stopped, still holding his cock, and then softly asked, “Lay with me?”

  “Okay,” Blaze replied, his voice dark with desire.

  Blaze noticed that she hadn’t removed her hand, although she had loosened her grip. He turned to see her face and wasn’t surprised to find her blushing harder.

  This was it. He was going to walk in her room with her. She was giving him his second chance. Now all he had to do was not fuck it up. It wasn’t that hard. All he had to do was be himself. It shouldn’t be that hard. However, when he didn’t move, she whispered sadly, “I’m sorry,” as she pulled her hand away, hugging herself tightly, shaking.

  Blaze tried to think of anything to say to reassure her, but when the words didn’t come, he did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around her and drew her to him. She let him pull her closer and after he tightened his embrace, her shaking stopped. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s me. I’m in uncharted territory right now, and I’m afraid to mess things up,” he said soothingly.

  “I don’t understand,” she replied, making a questioning sound, nestling her face into his chest. Her cheeks were burning up.

  “I want you, Rayne, very much,” he replied.

  She drew in a shaky breath and whispered, “Then take me.”

  Blaze opened his mouth to ask her if she was sure, to tell her that if she didn’t want to do this to tell him now before he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He cursed himself for not saying what he really meant to say, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, he found himself letting go of her and putting his hands on either side of her face. Firmly, but not rough, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her. He may not be able to speak the words from his heart, but he knew he could damn well show her, and he had every intention of doing so, starting at that very minute.

  She didn’t kiss him back at first, just letting herself be kissed, but once his tongue forced its way in between her lips, Blaze felt her tongue meet his. She kissed back, just a little, moaning into his mouth. She wanted him to drive, and he was fine with that. His right hand slid up and got tangled in her hair, and his left hand clutched at her breast. Blaze broke the kiss, his mouth finding her neck. He bit gently, nibbling his way down. She tilted her head to give him better access. God, she tasted like smoked cinnamon and sherry. She was intoxicating. How he never knew until now, he would never know, but the more he tasted her, the hungrier he got. He wanted her desperately, now and forever.

  Blaze wanted to take his time, to explore and fully enjoy her, but as already he’d established, he wasn’t in his right mind by that point, and swiftly picked her up, carrying her to her bed. He pulled down his shorts, just barely getting them over his hips before giving up, as her hands did the rest. He was too far gone to worry about trivial things like clothes and shit. His body was a raging inferno, and
if he didn’t have her soon, he was going to explode. He couldn’t take much more of her arms and legs rubbing against him as her hands tickled and stroked his fire, inflaming him more. When she purred, that was all it took before he lay down and mounted her, spreading her legs with both hands.

  “Oh yes, Blaze,” she murmured, her eyes closed and mouth slightly open.

  He wanted her with the ferocity of a wild animal and on a whim he took one slender wrist in each hand, raised her arms above her head, and held her in place. With one hard thrust Blaze was inside her and she cried out, pulling against his grip, bucking up against him as she hit an instant orgasm. Blaze remained still, buried deep inside her, feeling her unbelievably tight pussy walls contracting against his aching cock. When the spasms died down, she looked at him, her eyes wide. He couldn’t tell if it was a look of lust, fear, or a mixture of both.

  “Please,” she whispered frantically.

  “Please what?” he asked. Sure, he was getting off on being in control, but he’d never gone this far with it. He needed to know he was right, that she wanted this from him. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  “Please fuck me,” she breathed, her words again almost obscured by her heavy panting. “Do whatever you want. Take me, I belong to you.”

  That was all the accelerant he needed.

  Blaze pulled half out of her and thrust himself back in, not even trying to hold back. She cried out again and again as he fucked her. It had never been like this before with anyone. There was no pacing himself, no holding back. This was pure need. He needed to come. He needed to make her come. It almost scared him how out of control he felt, but he loved it. Blaze didn’t think he could stop for anything. He no longer could tell when she was or wasn’t coming, or if she was just having one orgasm right after another. That was how it seemed with how tightly she was squeezing him with her cunt. He could feel his sperm building up in him faster than usual and kept thrusting, as hard and as fast as he could. Blaze let out a loud cry as he hit the edge and shot her full of his seed. It was so intense he could feel it throughout his entire body. He couldn’t possibly be any deeper inside her than he was at the moment of his climax. Her cunt was still quivering around him, and her cries were guttural, strangled as though she was having trouble breathing. Blaze released her hands and rolled off her, bouncing her on her mattress as he flopped. She rolled over and clung to him, gripping his chest, gasping.