Curve Struck (A Celebrity Stepbrother Romance) (15 page)

Reaching along the wall of the tank, Declan pressed at a control panel. Noise began to filter through unseen speakers. She recognized it as part of the soundtrack from the screening room and smiled.

"You did bring part of it in here."

Waves, the song of whales, the subtle but constant churn of the ocean's depths -- they listened together, floating and holding hands with no more words exchanged. She may have even drifted off to sleep as he claimed he had done so many times before.

Finally, she gave his hand a small squeeze.

"Does that mean you're fully relaxed?" The question issued in a sensual drawl, like a man whose bones had sloughed away from too much loving.

"Yes."

She was fully relaxed and falling deeper under Declan's spell. She knew that, but didn't want to escape at the moment. She wanted what he had promised would follow -- him having his way with her.

Shifting his weight, Declan moved from floating to kneeling in the water. His hands reached out and secured her hips so she couldn't float away from him.

"I'll open the hatch after you admit you loved being in here and I was right."

She huffed, half in jest. "It was exceptionally pleasant. Thank you for making the experience possible."

He tsk'd and drew her closer, one hand sliding beneath her while the other lightly traced lines along the bottom curve of her stomach, their arcs trending down toward her mound so that her flesh began to heat from the inside out.

"I didn't hear 'love' in there anywhere," he persisted. "Or that I was right."

Stay calm, she cautioned inside her head. Slowly say what he wants to hear and you won't twist it into what's running through your brain right now, Mel.

"Absolutely...I love...loved it. You were right."

"Me, too," he said, tracing a new line from the top split of her labia up to one nipple. "Now it's time to shower."

Before he let her go and opened the hatch, he pressed his lips to hers, his fingers continuing to tease her nipple. The kiss might have gone on forever, but she started to squirm with need from the sensuous slide of his mouth and that caused her to sink.

Opening the hatch, Declan stepped out and wrapped an oversized towel around his waist before grabbing the remaining towel and handing it to her. One hand ensuring its bottom edge didn't dip into the water, Melanie wrapped the length around her torso and joined him on the bath mat.

"Stay here a second."

Declan disappeared around the side of the tank and fetched her another towel.

"Didn't think about your hair. Just used to worrying about this," he said, rubbing a hand over his short hair.

Melanie cocked her head at him. Was he really saying she was the first woman he'd spent time with in the tank? Given its size, the thing seemed intended for two people.

"How long have you had it?"

"Three years, maybe." He crooked a finger, gesturing for her to follow after him. "I've had the house only slightly longer."

The trip from the tank to the shower was about thirty feet, with one of the white panels that made up the walls actually a disguised door to a full bathroom with a jacuzzi and separate shower.

"Are any of the other panels hidden doors?"

He answered with a frustrating wink.

The sheer wealth evidenced by just his home made Melanie a little dizzy -- and apprehensive. Shaking her head, she tried to expel any feelings of inadequacy from her mind. How lopsided, she mused, that women felt like they had to be perfect no matter who their partner was, but so many males seemed to think that merely having testicles meant they were acceptable to the world's richest, most beautiful women.

"You okay, baby girl?" he asked, his gray gaze suddenly crowded with concern.

"Yes, but I'm fighting not to be overwhelmed," she admitted and hoped he wouldn't ask what aspects of their relationship to date were stressing her.

Every damn aspect!

He lifted his brows, a small smile teasing one corner of his mouth. "So no sunset drive down the coast with the top down on my new Alfa Romeo Spider?"

Melanie blinked. She would love to take that drive with him. Even better would be if he trusted her to do a little of the driving.

"Do you want to?" she whispered as he hung his towel on the drying rack.

Turning back, Declan pulled her closer. He carefully removed the towel she had looped around her hair then tugged open the one concealing her body. Letting both towels fall to the floor, he drew her into his arms.

"I would love to," he said, mirroring her desire. "But you know what that means?"

She nodded. "No hiding."

He brushed the hair from her face then tilted her chin up. His mouth covered hers, one hand still controlling the angle of her head as the other smoothed down to cup her breast and thumb at the nipple. She felt his cock harden against her stomach, his erection bobbing forward when his tongue swept deeper into her mouth.

Declan pulled back, his eyes half shut. Releasing her, he nodded at the shower enclosure.

"Let's concentrate on one thing at a time."

With the soft smile playing all along his mouth, she wouldn't dream of arguing. He opened the glass door for her and she stepped through. Like the rest of the house, the shower was impressive, its floor space some six feet by six feet with a stone bench along one wall and a wide, deep shelf built into another.

There were three shower heads, one on each wall tiled with natural stone. Unlike the black and white of the room they had just left, the shower and rest of the bathroom was done in earthy tones.

Following after Melanie, Declan turned on each of the shower heads then drew her into the spray. She hadn't expected the shower to be platonic, even before he had grown erect. The movement of his hands proved her assumption correct as he cupped both breasts and sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth.

Releasing the nipple with a pop, he stared upward at Melanie with eyes darkened by his desire. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to behave in the tank?"

"I thought you were all zen in there."

He dispelled the idea with a solemn shake of his head. "I kept thinking about all the things I wanted to do once I had you in here."

Melanie's entire body tightened around her pussy at the delicious threat she detected in his voice.

"Such as?" she teased.

His hand dropped down to cup her mound. He squeezed once then slipped a thick finger between her labia to stroke at her already swollen clit.

"Feast on you, Mel."

Stunned by her own lust, she could only nod.

"Turn around," he rasped, eyes glazed with heat and the steam from the shower.

She obeyed and allowed him to guide her toward the built in shelf. She had only superficially noted its dimensions when entering the shower. It started about hip high for her and, while it was deep enough to actually be a second bench, someone her height would have to climb up onto it.

Now, with Declan pushing her hips against it then pressing on the back of her shoulders so that Melanie was forced to resist or drape her torso across the flat surface, she understood its purpose -- or at least one of its potential uses.

Closing her eyes, she sighed as Declan massaged his way down her back, along her hips and ass until he was on his knees in the shower behind her.

With a brief touch against the inside of each leg, he communicated that he wanted them spread. She complied, her ass up high and her pussy splayed for his view.

Reaching one hand between her thighs, he stroked at the underside of where her clit dangled, teasing the pearl inside. His ass planted on the back of his calves, his spine curving, Declan brought his mouth against the opening of her pussy. His tongue pushed in and out as he continued rubbing at her clit.

Beginning to wriggle and squirm, Melanie closed her eyes. He knew just where to touch to drive her wild, knew when to be firm or gentle. She groaned, felt him adjust his position.

And gasped.

Her eyes and mouth opened wide in response and she bucked once as his fingers thrust into her pussy at the same time she felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue against her anus. A shudder of need passed through her like a tornado and she bucked again.

Could he really be doing that...licking her there as his fingers fucked in and out of her pussy?

Her thighs tensed as her ass threatened to bob up and down, joining the thrusts inside her sex and the slow licks around that other hole. Her clit danced, eager to be stroked again. Reaching down, she touched it and almost exploded as Declan groaned in appreciation.

"Fuck, yes, baby," he encouraged and took another teasing poke with his tongue. "Stroke that sweet line for me."

Closing her eyes again, her mouth stuck open with surprise and the need to be fucked in its own right, she began to rub up and down the length of her clit, pinching and squeezing at the dangle of the hood each time she reached it.

Declan picked up her rhythm, penetrating both of her holes when she was torturing the pearl of her clit, retreating when her fingers soothed back up the spine. In, out, her hips pumping recklessly, wanting his cock in one or both of her holes, moaning and whimpering until she froze.

Her climax squirted and dripped, her pussy contracting wildly around three of his thick fingers while her anus sucked at the very tip of his tongue from the rapid pulse infecting her body.

"Please," she begged when the last of her release had been wrung from her still greedy body. "I need your cock in me."

Declan rose and kissed along the back of her shoulders but he didn't enter her.

"Please, I'm on the pill and..." she blinked, suddenly embarrassed by the admission she was about to make and afraid it would drive home for him just how differently the world viewed their bodies. "I haven't been with anyone since the middle of college."

His lips pressed and held against the curve of her neck.

When he lifted them, he made his own admission.

"It's been a long time for me, too." He laughed, the sound self-deprecating, and then he turned her until their gazes were locked. "I don't get around like the papers say I do."

She wasn't an actress, couldn't hide the skepticism his claim produced.

"Scout's honor," he said, his fingers held upward in what looked more like a Vulcan greeting than a boy scout's pledge. "I keep my cock on a short leash. Not the first few years in town. Sadly, most of those stories are true. But with all the crazies putting out, I started asking myself if I was willing to be connected to the woman for the rest of my life because of a life I might create with her. After all, precautions fail."

She thought, for a second, that he was telling her they had to wait. But then he cupped her face with both hands and drew her into a kiss, his tongue probing deep into her mouth as his cock pressed eagerly forward against the curve of her stomach.

"You're the first time," he said, ending the kiss, "that my answer is 'yes.'"

Tenderness flashed in his gaze only to be quickly burned away by desire. Turning her around, he draped her over the shelf again. He kissed along her back for a few seconds, his hands busy with different tasks. The left one reached beneath her to stoke her fires with a firm massaging of her clit. The other grabbed one of the smaller bottles on the shelf, snapped its lid open and dribbled something slick between her bottom and his cock.

He put the bottle back, its label facing her. A citrus scented lubricant guaranteed to make her tingle. He started spreading it around, first at the opening to her pussy and then along his erection. Abandoning her clit, he straightened, seized her hips and slowly breached the tight muscles guarding her sex.

Her pussy surrendered slowly, her climax of just a few minutes ago leaving her tight and throbbing. Sighing with contentment, Declan ran his fingers up and down her back, a trail of lightning marking where he had touched her.

He reached for the lube again, added more to his cock, his coated thumb working its way in around his fat crown to make her slicker. The head breached her fully and he took a few shallow pumps as the muscles deep inside her adjusted.

More lube, this time at the pucker of her anus. He rubbed the pads of both thumbs against the nervous opening as his thrusts inside her pussy began to lengthen.

"Touch yourself for me, Mel."

Sweet fucking hell, she would explode like an atomic bomb if she did that.

"It's safe to go wild with me, baby," he coaxed, the first of his two thumbs breaching her ass. "I know by the way your hips are dancing you want more stimuli right now."

He was right.

The second thumb invaded. Declan leaned across her back and whispered against her ear.

"I can't see your face, but I know the tip of that pink little tongue is centered against your top lip. I know your eyelids are fluttering just like your pussy is dancing around my cock."

She nodded, her throat constricting too much for words and her tongue frozen in the exact position he had described.

"Touch yourself, Mel. Let me feel you go wild."

He leaned back, straightening his spine, his hold on her firm but flexible. Melanie reached down with both hands and began to rub. Up, down, kneading her swollen flesh as her breasts scraped back and forth along the tiled shelf.

Shaking with effort, Declan forced himself to remain still, his thumbs and cock buried deep inside her. Her hips began to rock, her body locked in a rhythm of pushing then tugging around his invasion of her two holes.

He groaned, his fingers denting her fleshy bottom and hips as he held himself in place no matter how wild or frenetic her bouncing became. He said her name, called her baby, told her she was beautiful, sexy, and everything he wanted.

An unshakable tremor gripped her. Uncoordinated jerks infected her limbs as her climax built to the point she felt it would have to escape out her pores to be fully released.

Declan wrapped a hand around her throat, forcing her to straighten so that she wouldn't hurt herself against the shelf or wall. He braced his other arm diagonally against her stomach and breasts as he took control, his cock slamming hard into her as she flailed with her orgasm, crying out his name, water flooding her mouth just as his cock flooded her pussy, his shaft jerking hard inside her with the thick jets of his seed.