Starshine

by Melody Winter

  Alex and I waited expectantly for Anthony to turn and tell us who he had been talking to.

  “Seems I have a story for Saturday whilst I hold the front page for you two on Sunday. That was Simon Hurst. He wants to talk about Amy.”

  Alex’s eyes widened. “I never thought he’d do it. I hope he sticks the knife in. She’ll be exposed as the complete whore that she is. She might even bring Rowan down with her.”

  “Rowan?” I queried.

  “I don’t think Simon will keep quiet about his potential claim to be daddy, do you?”

  Anthony was listening to Alex’s little rant. It seemed that he now had some inside information before he even met Simon.

  “So, Amy is pregnant?” Anthony asked.

  Alex nodded. “The question is: who’s the daddy? And before you even ask, it’s certainly not me. I’ve not been there for years. I can’t believe I ever wanted to be there.”

  “Not like you feel with our Ella, then?”

  “I’m not even answering that ridiculous question.”

  I waved him away, wanting to speak to Alex about Rowan.

  “Will Rowan’s career be ruined with all this?” I asked, concerned about how things would work out for him.

  “Who cares?” Alex said flippantly. “He deserves all that’s coming his way. Have you forgotten how he helped the scheming witch to try and split us up?”

  I shook my head. Whilst I didn’t care for anything that he had done to assist Amy, I still felt like he was a bit of an innocent party in all this.

  “Stop thinking about it, Ella. He’s got to take responsibility for the potential mess he helped create. Nobody held a gun to his head forcing him to sleep with Amy. He decided to play with fire, let him deal with it.”

  “I suppose—”

  “No, Ella. Stop it. What will be, will be.”

  “But what about the last film? Wasn’t he going to direct that?”

  Alex nodded. “Yes, but I was never happy about it. Maybe it’s time to give someone else a chance. They’ll have to find another person to play the part of Evelyn, so why not find a new director whilst they’re at it?”

  It made sense. Although I had no idea how Alex’s insistence that he wouldn’t act with Amy ever again, would be taken. Like he said, we just had to see what happened, and how things turned out.

  “Are you two ready?” Anthony said. “We’re just about there. I’ll grab your bag, Alex. You just help Ella over the wall.”

  “Help me over the wall?” I stared at Anthony. “Exactly how high is this wall?”

  “It’s six-foot. You’ll have to get Alex to lift you up.”

  “You’re kidding?”

  “No, have you never seen out the back of the house?”

  I shook my head. “No, I live in the roof. My bedroom window overlooks the side.” Even with Alex helping me, I had no idea how I’d get over a high wall.

  The car stopped, and Anthony jumped out before opening the door for Alex and me.

  “Ladies first,” Alex insisted.

  Anthony marched up the path carrying Alex’s bag, and knocked on the door. He certainly wasn’t hanging around.

  “Come on, you two,” he shouted. “I’d have thought you’d be running to get inside and be alone.”

  When the door opened, he was greeted by an old lady.

  Alex took my hand, and we rushed toward Anthony. We were quickly guided through the house and out into the back garden. I was shocked by how beautiful it was. There was a neatly mowed lawn, a sunny patio area and beyond all that, heading to the wall that we needed to climb over, was an orchard of many different fruit trees.

  Anthony handed Alex his bag before jumping up against the wall, and swinging his leg over the top. He sat straddling it, signalling for Alex to pass his bag up.

  “I’ll sit up here, help you both over,” he announced catching the bag that Alex threw at him. He balanced it on the wall before turning back to us.

  “Alex, you’re gonna have to help Ella. Once I reach her hand I can pull her up.”

  Alex nodded and bent down creating a step with his hands. “Stand on my hands, Ella. I’ll lift you up to Anthony.”

  I stared at his hands, and then the wall. I’d never climbed a wall in my life.

  “Ella, come on,” Alex said. “The sooner you get over that wall, the sooner we’ll be back at yours. And you know what that means?”

  I immediately placed my foot in Alex’s hands, and he lifted me easily. I wobbled slightly as I reached up for Anthony’s hand, but as soon as he had hold of me, I steadied. Anthony pulled me toward him as Alex found purchase on my ass and pushed me upward. Within seconds I was sitting astride the wall.

  “Swing your leg over, Ella,” Anthony said. Taking my hands to steady me. “And then I can help you down.”

  I slowly slid my leg from Alex’s side of the wall to the one where it needed to be. No sooner had I settled than Anthony pulled my hands. I screamed as I swung around from the wall and hung in mid-air. Anthony held me steady and then lowered me to the ground.

  Alex soon followed. One of his hands appeared on top of the wall as Anthony pulled him up by his other. A few seconds later he had jumped down to join me. Anthony threw the black hold-all at Alex.

  “Thanks, Anthony,” Alex offered.

  “No problem. Get inside. Look, Megan is already waiting for you.”

  Megan was leaning out of Anthony’s window, signalling for us to hurry up.

  “I’ll see you in a few days. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Anthony jumped off the wall and back into the old lady’s garden.

  We made our way to the house and Alex hugged me to his side. “As much as I love my sister, I don’t want to spend much time talking to her.”

  I nodded, completely understanding.

  Alex helped me climb through the window to get inside. Megan pulled me through the small opening, hugging me before taking the bag off her brother and hugging him just as tightly.

  “Oh gosh, don’t you two look so sweet together,” she said as we stood next to each other. Alex had his arm around my waist as if it was something he had done for years.

  “Sweet, but frustrated,” he said. “Now, as much as I would like to stand here and talk, I want to get Ella upstairs and have some time alone with her, please.”

  “Well then, what are you waiting for. Get out of here!” She opened the door and peered into the hallway. “All clear. I suggest you make yourselves scarce. I promise I’ll do my best to keep Anthony away.”

  “Yeah, about Anthony,” Alex started.

  “Not now,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the door. “Please, not now. This isn’t the time or the place.”

  “Catch you later, sis,” he called as I continued to pull him across the hall.

  “Have fun!” she shouted back.

  We could have both climbed the stairs a lot easier if we had let go of each other’s hands, but I needed the connection. I was worried that if I let go of him, something or someone would rip him away from me—we’d never get safely hidden away and we’d never get to experience what we had promised each other. I needn’t have worried though, for as soon as my trembling hand had unlocked the door, and Alex had thrown his bag on the floor, he was on me.

  I was pushed back against the door we had just come through as Alex’s lips locked with mine. His hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my neck, slipping down my sides and pushing up under the bottom of my dress as he gripped my ass, grinding himself against me. I gasped, surprised at the ferocity of his need, but it only spurred me on. My hands scrunched through his hair, my nails scrapped his back under his t-shirt, and my hips thrust against him in time with his own determined movements. Our tongues locked in a battle with each other’s. Our actions were raw, urgent, and certainly not gentle.

  He suddenly backed away.

  “Door. Lock it. Now,” he demanded.

  I was breathing heavily, and tried to control the excitement that was p
ulsing through my body.

  I slid the lock over the door, bolting it shut.

  This was it.

  We were alone.

  I advanced toward Alex, not shying away from the intensity of his gaze.

  There was no hiding now. No pretending. It was just us two.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked.

  I nodded as I slowly prowled toward him.

  “I mean it Ella, I’m hanging by a thread here. It’ll be rough and quick if we continue.”

  I nodded again, placing my hands on his shoulders as I moved him backward. It was my turn to push him against the wall. I raised my hand to his head, running it through his already messed up hair before gripping a handful of it tightly.

  “You’re not the only one who wants it rough, Alex,” I growled, pulling his hair even tighter, making his head tilt backward. My lips descended onto his neck as I kissed him. The moans escaping him encouraged me even more, and I writhed against his groin, loving the feel of his hardness rubbing against me. When I let go of his hair, his hands grabbed my face, pulling me into a deep kiss. Tongues probed and caressed. Teeth nipped and crashed as we fought against each other in our need to feel.

  I slipped my hands to the waist of his jeans, grateful that there was no belt to undo, and popped the top button open—then the next, and the next.

  When there was room, I slipped my hand inside the front of his jeans meeting the familiar softness of his cotton trunks. I palmed him through them as he pushed against my hand, moaning into my mouth. Not willing to tease him any longer I lifted my hand to the top of his trunks and then slipped it down between his skin and the cotton material. My fingers found him as expected, hard and smooth. He bit my lip before ending the kiss, hissing as I let my finger rub over the top of his erection. I manoeuvred him in my hand, freeing him from his trunks so he stood to attention, rising from the dark colours of his clothes. My hand slipped up and down his shaft, systematically rubbing across the head before returning to the easy rhythm I had started.

  He locked his gaze with mine, his passion more evident than I had ever seen it. I decided to sink to my knees, ready to let my lips take over what my hand was doing. But as soon as he caught my intention, he grabbed me under my arms, lifted me and carried me to the sofa.

  “You are joking?” he hissed.

  “N . . . no . . .” I stuttered, unable to understand why he had stopped me.

  “If I feel your lips on my cock now, it’ll all be over. I just . . . not now. Later, okay?”

  I nodded.

  “Now, let me see what you’re hiding from me under this dress.” He growled, and dropped me onto the sofa.

  I giggled as he pulled my legs toward him, pushed them apart, and then dropped to his knees.

  He winked before dipping his head between my legs.

  “Oh, shit,” I groaned as his breath warmed me in an area that was crying out for more of him. My body trembled as his mouth covered me through the thin material of my lace pants. His warm breath only added to the temperature that had suddenly filled the room. It was hot, so incredibly hot.

  My hands drifted down to his head, pressing him nearer, wanting more contact.

  He rewarded my insistent hands by grabbing my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, and slipping my pants to the side.

  “Oh, shit,” I muttered as the tip of his tongue pressed right where I needed it. My hand tightened in handfuls of his hair, and I pulled hard. His head snapped up from between my thighs.

  “Alex,” I whispered.

  “Ella, fuck, you’re driving me wild.”

  I wriggled beneath him, encouraging him to stop talking and continue with what he had been doing, only this time I wanted the barrier removed.

  “Take them off, please,” I instructed breathily.

  They were hastily pulled down my legs, his short nails scratching my thighs as he urgently freed me from them.

  When his mouth returned, I moaned. When his tongue flicked against my clit, I swore profusely. Words I’d never uttered before flew from my mouth as I lifted my hands over my head, and closed my eyes, allowing the sensations to flow through my body. His fingers gently pushed on the area below where his tongue was currently flicking and sucking, and I whimpered as his finger pressed into me. He stroked me, moving his finger freely before inserting a second and then a third one. I writhed against his hand and fingers, seeking the position that would send me over the edge.

  “You taste amazing, you’re irresistible,” he said, lifting his head up. “Here.”

  His body covered mine as he placed his fingers in my mouth. I sucked greedily on his fingers, wanting him to see how eager I was for him to continue in this way.

  “More,” I demanded.

  He pulled his fingers from my mouth and slid them between my legs again. This time his body stayed over me as he kissed me, moaning into my mouth. His hips pushed against me, reminding me of his current state of arousal, and I slipped one of my hands between our bodies.

  As soon as I grabbed him he swore into my mouth.

  “Fuck.”

  The word was mumbled, spoken with an edge to it, a sign of him losing control. His lips moved from mine, trailing down my neck as his fingers rubbed, pushed and caressed me whilst mine rubbed and pulled at him.

  His spare hand pushed at the top of my dress, and in his eagerness to uncover my breasts, he ripped my dress. An apology flew from his mouth, but I knew he didn’t mean it. He knew I didn’t care. He forced the cup of my bra away from my breast, eagerly covering my nipple with his mouth. The tip of his tongue toyed with the sensitive bud, replaced seconds later by a strong sucking. He alternated between both of his actions by scraping his teeth over the delicate flesh. And all the while, his fingers still caressed my lower body.

  I was lost.

  The feelings crashing through me were too much, yet not enough. My hand dropped from Alex as I surrendered to him. He lifted his gaze, and our eyes locked. I breathed harder, licking my lips at the dryness of my mouth. The trembling of my forthcoming orgasm tingled within me. I was so, so near.

  “Please!” I managed to cry, just before Alex’s fingers caused my undoing. I called his name loudly as my body thrust against his hand, seeking even more friction to prolong the intense release of my body.

  “Ella, Ella, Ella,” Alex chanted, his hand working me expertly as he watched me come undone.

  My breathing became loud and laboured as my body started to calm, but I had hardly any time to recover as Alex started kissing me again. This time his mouth was hard on mine, moulding to my lips in a desperate way. He shifted his body, the material of his jeans rubbing against my thighs as he did so. I momentarily remembered that he still had his jeans on, the only part of him uncovered was the part I wanted buried deep inside me.

  He moved so that he was lying directly over me, lining his hips up with mine, pushing his erection between my legs.

  He rested his weight on one hand, reaching behind, searching for the pocket of his jeans with the other.

  “Nearly forgot,” he said, straightening up and kneeling between my spread legs.

  He carefully tore the foil packet, before sliding the condom over his impressive erection. His movements were quick, but expertly carried out. It was only a few seconds before he repositioned himself.

  I grabbed his face with my hands, pulling him down for more kisses. I needed him in a way I had never felt before. Something made me open my eyes. Was it because I wanted to see the look on his face? Because I wanted his expression to mirror what I was feeling?

  Alex opened his eyes, and, as our eyes met, I nodded, an acceptance of his actions, and a sign for him to continue.

  Lifting his weight above me, he pushed his hips forward in one smooth slow thrust. He was immediately inside me, filling me in an incredible way.

  “Oh god,” I breathed, squeezing my muscles around him.

  “Fuck, Ella,” he groaned as he stilled. “You feel fucking ama
zing.”

  I squeezed him again, letting my muscles have an extra work-out around him.

  “I can’t . . . fuck, I can’t go slow. I’m sorry.”

  His head sunk next to mine as my hands clung to his back. He began to move his hips. There was no slow build up, no shallow thrusts. Every time he drew back, he pushed straight back in, giving me everything. I met his thrusts with a pulse of my own hips, working with his speed, loving every slam of his body into mine.

  This was it. Alex and I were together in the most physical way possible. All the previous weeks of upset and arguments, teasing and foreplay, had all led to this. I near enough purred as he continued to lose himself in the moment. Sex for me, had never, ever, felt this good or this intense.

  He groaned, and then altered his position. Lifting himself away from my body, he knelt on the floor between my legs, then pulled me toward him. With my ass rested on the edge of the sofa, and one of his hands around my knee, he immediately pushed into me again. He stared at the area where we were connected for several forward pulses of his hips and then closed his eyes. He breathed noisily though his nose before he tilted his head backward. Our bodies only touched where he slammed into me, and where his hand held my knee.

  His upper body trembled.

  “Ella. Fuck.”

  He groaned, his voice so deep and husky. He sunk inside me with a slow purposeful stroke, and his body tensed. I laid still on the sofa, feeling each of his pulses deep inside.

  “Ella,” he whispered as his body covered mine and his mouth peppered my lips with gentle kisses. “That was incredible.”

  I smiled against his lips as he stroked my face with his fingertips.

  I had never felt this connected to anyone, I was completely at ease and relaxed in his presence. I wondered if it was the spaced out feeling that happened to people after they’d made love. It had never happened before.

  “I’m sorry about that” he offered, a serious look covering his face.