Curve Struck (A Celebrity Stepbrother Romance) (12 page)

Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. She could feel her pussy drooling onto the bedspread, he had her so hot.

Squirting a thick dollop of lube onto his palm, Declan curled his hand around the dildo and stroked up and down. The spectacle had her ass digging expectantly at the mattress. He looked so fucking hot doing that, maybe even hotter than if he were actually stroking his own cock at that moment.

This deliciously dirty thing he was about to do with his toy and his mouth were for her -- her pleasure, her mind splintering into nothing.

"Baby, you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze soft and honest. "Your entire body is glowing with need."

It was a need only he could produce, one she still couldn't believe she was letting him witness.

"Please," she whimpered, grabbing her ankles, her arms pushing her full breasts together and her entire body dancing around the center of her hot core.

Declan nodded, one hand holding the base of the dildo and the other wrapped around his cock, pre-cum oozing steadily from its tip as he squeezed hard.

Without any pressure, he swirled the dildo's head against the opening of her pussy, getting her slicker than her own juices could. Then he rubbed the tip up to press firmly against her clit. "I'm going to suck this so hard it swells to twice its size, baby girl. You'll feel it all day tomorrow, your lips rubbing against its thickness, then I'm going to suck it all over again."

And he had said she was the one killing him! She couldn't breathe, couldn't relax her muscles, could barely keep her eyes open against the intense need to draw everything tight before she exploded too quickly.

"Don't worry, Mel," he teased, flattening his body along the bed. "Things are about to get real. Very, very real."

With the crown of the dildo positioned at the opening of her sex, Declan used the thumb and index finger of his free hand to separate her labia up high, exposing the hood of her clit and its long spine. Tongue curling, he took short, rhythmic licks against the kernel of need tucked within the hood.

The pressure of the dildo teased her, the mouth of her pussy yawning then contracting over and over in an attempt to suck inside the fat toy that was a perfect match in so many ways to Declan's cock.

Her grip on her ankles tightened. She wanted to scream, wanted to make all sorts of dirty demands.

Fuck it like you paid for it
blossomed from out of nowhere inside her mind.

She wanted him so badly, she knew the need could only be erased by his hard, merciless thrusts. She would have to be ground down to dust by him before she could build herself back up.

"Such a greedy little pussy," Declan teased as her muscles sucked at the dildo's head. "Will this calm you?"

He pushed the toy forward, her pussy stretching wide. She sucked a breath in, her gaze widening in equal measure to the hole Declan was invading. He blew cool air on her clit, the sensation against her fiery flesh causing her to dig her nails into the skin around her ankles.

"Here, baby, swallow the head into that tight pussy, make yourself all nice and elastic so I can pound my cock into you."

Melanie pulled at her legs, tried to make herself open wider, her breath coming in sharp pants.

The head slipped all the way in and she jerked, her clit yanking itself upward as another orgasm threatened already.

"Can't forget this little button," he said before his mouth sealed around her clit and he waited for her pussy to adjust to the thickness filling her.

When her ass started to grind against the mattress with impatience, he clucked once at her but pushed the dildo a little deeper. She tried to push against it, but he threatened to pull the toy out.

"No, baby. I want your pussy molded around it," he instructed. "I want the tissues swelling from the invasion and all the contortions my licking your clit is going to put you through."

She said nothing, the vibrations of her body the only response necessary.

"Good girl."

Sealing his mouth against her flesh, his tongue flicked rapidly against the dangle of her clit. He eased the dildo toward a slow retreat but didn't pull out completely. He waited a few seconds, his mouth busy rubbing up and down her clit, and then he reclaimed the ground inside her he had lost before pushing two inches deeper.

Her legs and arms shook with the effort to hold herself together, to not come undone.

Declan's free hand rested atop her mound, kneading the flesh. He looked over his knuckles, across the curve of her stomach to her face. Fierce passion turned the gray gaze smoky and dark. And then, contrary to what he had said, he began to fuck her with the toy, pushing and pulling, twisting on the way out, hard and straight on the way in.

Little groaning, hyperventilating screams muted by her constricting throat punctured the air above Melanie. She came, spasming all around the toy, her pussy fighting with itself, trying to suck it deeper one second and push it out the next as hard contraction after hard contraction rolled through her.

The harder her body knotted around the dildo, the more fiercely Declan sucked at her clit. She could feel the fragile tissue swelling inside his mouth, feel the blood refusing to recede, the small organ growing tumescent as her entire being quivered around the center of her sex.

With one final scream, she let go of her ankles and collapsed against the mattress. Her legs, unfettered, danced like a marionette getting its strings yanked as Declan continued to suck hard and fuck even harder.

Something was building inside her, something more than the first climax that had threatened to tear her apart. Moaning, she shook her head.

No, no, no!

Her body didn't listen. The dam had been breached. Hot fluid gushed from her to fill his still questing mouth. He groaned, shook his head to throttle her clit and provoked another hot squirt.

Only when she seemed on the verge of passing out did he finally relent.

Or so she thought.

Sliding the toy out of her, Declan fisted a condom onto his erection and pushed gingerly into her, his gaze on her face the entire time. She expected more thrusting, but he pushed inexorably forward then settled in place, his body lightly covering hers, his face hovering inches in front of Melanie's.

Her pussy contracted around him. He closed his eyes, his expression melting into one of supreme satisfaction.

"You feel so fucking perfect, Mel. All I want to do is be inside you."

Lowering his mouth, he offered a tentative kiss that surprised her.

Didn't he realize he'd just blown her mind -- and not for the first time that night?

Her body began to thrum around his, the continued evasion resurrecting the muscles inside her that Declan had just obliterated with his toy and the play of his tongue along her clit.

"Mmm..." His eyes drifted shut and a satisfied smiled pulled his mouth ear to ear as she tightened around him. "I was waiting for that."

She tilted her hips and one eyebrow shot so high up his forehead that it practically joined his hairline.

Opening his eyes, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and bit at it as his hips joined in her dance. Her mouth fell open, shaping itself into a small circle of pleasure. Her mound pushed upward, her gaze locked on his.

Damn, he felt so perfect, too.

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she tugged him toward her.

"Let me bite that for you," she whispered before tugging at his lip with her teeth.

His jaw relaxed and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, curled it around his as the thrusts he delivered became more forceful. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, his eyes glittering gray crystals.

Keeping his cock buried inside her, he settled on his ass, her legs draped around his hips. His outstretched hands seized her breasts, pulled one of the nipples taut, but released it as another grin whipped across his face.

"Methinks this little jewel should be the object of my revenge," he said, flicking the back of his nail repeatedly against the hood of her clit.

Oh, no -- he had promised her payback for twisting his nipple on the limo ride. That grin told her it was time to pay up, to make retribution. But his gaze told her she was going to love whatever he did.

His palms and fingers spread across her thighs, centering and holding her down while his thumbs pressed hard against the line of her clit. With his grip securing Melanie, he began to pump his cock into her pussy, the hard thrusts bouncing her up and down, his thumbs staying in place and her clit moving between, sometimes beneath, them.

Melanie mashed her lips together. Too soon, she told her body. Not yet.

"Baby," he warned, eyes boring into hers. "If you think you can control it, you're wrong."

His hand moved to trap the hood of her clit between the pad of his thumb and the side of his index finger. The other thumb kept pressing at the spine as his fat cocked moved mercilessly in and out of her, the bulbous head rubbing at her clit from the inside.

He pinched, he pulled, he twisted.

Burying himself up to his balls, he knocked against the opening to her cervix, battering it with short thrusts that promised to tear down every last wall she had erected in life.

Swollen from his earlier sucking, distorted from the current treatment, her clit ached. It wasn't pain that tore at her senses. Unbridled lust scratched and clawed at every nerve ending. She met his thrusts, brought her hands up to treat her nipples to the same abuse.

She stopped looking at him, her eyes locked in an upward roll as she jerked along his cock, moaning his name and driving him onward with helpless pleas of
yes, oh yes.

"Mel, baby..." Declan collapsed forward, his hands capturing her face as his lips mashed against hers. Long thrusts whipped the head of his cock from the verge of popping out to her deepest depths as her pussy coiled around the shaft, sucking, hugging, palming it with the firmest grip he had ever felt.

"Mel!" he cried before burying his face against her neck, his hand knotted in her hair to hold her still as his cock jerked and twitched inside her, filling the condom with ropey jets of his release.

Breathless, Declan rolled to his side, pulling her with him. He kissed her, his hand slipping between them to soothe her impassioned flesh.

"I think my bones melted," he teased, eyes drifting shut.

Rewarding him with a small laugh, Melanie studied his face, the muscles more relaxed than she had ever seen them.

He was beautiful, absolutely amazing in bed, and, for the night at least, he was hers.

The main house on Declan's estate was well constructed, with the double doors into the master suite heavy and tightly sealed. Outside noise stayed outside -- unless it was shrieking like a hungry hawk and charging down the hall with all the speed of a furious Hollywood publicist in three-inch heels..

Melanie heard Cammie's warning shout too late for her brain to fully wake and her muscles to take action. Declan, mercifully, emerged more quickly from the deep sleep they had fallen into after a long night of sampling one another's flesh. Grabbing the silky comforter that had all but slid to the floor at the foot of the bed, he whipped it up to shield Melanie's naked body half a second before the doors burst inward.

A black-haired, ultra thin, blue-eyed harpy stopped mid-screech to stare at Declan, who hadn't covered himself and seemed to have no interest in doing so beyond a discreetly placed hand that could only screen half the problem.

"Shayna," he said, his voice as cold and distant as Melanie had ever heard it.

Melanie looked from the intruder to Cammie, who had apparently been chasing the woman down the hall when the doors were thrown open. The dancer's mouth hung open, her gaze locked on Declan for a few seconds before they jumped to Melanie. The gaping maw of appreciation snapped into a grin and she gave her friend two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Melanie jutted her head forward, eyes bugging out in a begging directive for Cammie to go. The entire situation was mortifying and, the smaller the audience, the better.

Unfortunately, Cammie didn't understand the look or chose to play dumb. She walked straight up behind Shayna, hands poised to capture the publicist and drag her away -- while her eyes kept dancing in Declan's direction, soaking his body in from head to toe.

At last, the publicist peeled her eyes away from her client to lock on the cause of Declan's nude state.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The words came out deflated. She returned her attention to Declan. "Did she drug you?"

His irritation flipped to anger in a heartbeat.

"Go downstairs, Shayna. Now." He stood up, all modesty forgotten as his gaze cast around for where he'd left his running pants on the floor. "I will deal with your intrusion momentarily."

Either the publicist didn't recognize the quiet rage evident in Declan's tone or she thought she was immune to his wrath. She planted her hands on her hips, her legs taking up a stance that put her feet about eighteen inches apart so her body was braced against removal.

"If this sow didn't drug you, why did you fuck her?"

"Bitch!" Cammie barked and gave the woman a shove that only served to push her further into the room.

Shayna reined in her forward momentum before she fell. As she flapped her birdlike arms to regain her balance, her attention landed on the nightstand, the already wide blue gaze stretching wider and rounder.

Melanie followed the woman's line of sight, her stomach suddenly sick when she realized the dildo was still out. Twice he'd put it in her, first while sucking at her clit, the second time he had her stretch out, on her stomach, legs far apart while he drove it in slow and deep for well over half an hour before he finished her off with his real cock.

Disgust and betrayal mingled in Shayna's voice. "You fucked her with that?"

"Downstairs, now!" His voice boomed but the woman didn't move. Growling, he stepped into his running pants and approached the publicist. "Think very carefully about what you do or so much as say next."

She blinked, then looked up at him. Cutting a side glance at Melanie, she pointed a finger.

"THAT is going to ruin your brand."

Melanie swallowed roughly, her nose and eyes beginning to sting. It was clear the THAT to which the publicist was referring was Melanie's overgenerous flesh. Hell, the woman probably thought even Cammie, with her muscular dancer's physique, weighed too much.

"Your audience," Shayna continued, jabbing her finger in Melanie's direction again, "doesn't want to see THAT on your arm on the red carpet or cuddling poolside at some resort."

Declan wrapped a hand around the woman's elbow and tried to turn her without force, the muscles of his arm relaxed but his jaw flexing with a seething rage.

"If that's what you think, you don't fucking know my audience."

"Oh, I know them," Shayna crowed. "I have to squeeze by them in checkout at the grocery store. I have to look around their fat asses in line at Starbucks. And you better fucking believe that when those bitches are imagining themselves curled up next to you, they don't imagine themselves looking like THAT!"

Melanie closed her eyes against all the hate rolling relentlessly in her direction. The hand clutching the comforter to her chest shook. She wanted to throw up, Shayna's words making Melanie's chest flame with anger, adrenaline surging into her body too fast to compensate for.

Shayna tried to twist her arm free, her body angling in the direction of the bed, her teeth bared as she issued her warning one last time.

"You are destroying your brand!"

"I'll risk it," Declan grunted as he wrapped an arm around Shayna's waist and lifted her off her feet as she flailed. "If you're right, it's not the brand I want."

Turning toward the hallway, Declan's voice dropped ominously low. "What I won't risk is employing a hateful viper."

"What?" A sudden panic turned the woman's question into a chirp.

"You're fired," he growled, carrying her out of the room.