The Stars Trilogy (71 page)

“Your divorce is not yet final. Until then, I’m not associating myself with you.”

“You have no compunction about sleeping with me!” he pointed out, thoroughly annoyed.

“I mean in public.”

“Your double standard is getting to me, Celine.”

“Sorry, you’ll just have to live with that, honey,” she responded in a saccharine tone. “Oh, wait a minute, you don’t have double standards?” she added in feigned innocence.

Ignoring her remark, he said to Kelsey, “Make sure this guy will behave around her.”

Kelsey clucked her tongue then grinned triumphantly. “Chris then!”

He stomped out of the kitchen. He came back only to say, “Don’t leave this house without telling me. Everywhere you two go, inform me, is that clear?”

“Okay…duh? What’s the fuss?” Kelsey looked puzzled.

He didn’t answer and went back to the bedroom to shower.

Afterward, he called Kelsey’s phone. “Kels, will you make yourself scarce now? I want to make love to my girlfriend.”

She laughed. “Sorry, darling. Okay, I’m off. Laytah!”

“So, you’re gonna walk with Chris Pine, huh?”

Celine turned toward the archway and found him leaning on it, freshly showered now. Topless and only wearing a pair of basketball shorts, he could have walked into a movie set ready to make all the ladies pant in fantasy overdrive.

Oh, why couldn’t he be ugly for one day? “Who are you going to walk with?” she countered. She picked up the used coffee mugs and brought them to the sink.

“I don’t know. Kelsey gave me a list. You can help me choose. I have to choose today.”

“A list?”

“Uh-huh.”

She didn’t want to ask. She won’t ask.

She faced him again.“Who’s in it?”

“All the available A-list ladies in Hollywood.”

“Like how many to choose from?”

“I didn’t count. Maybe more than two dozens.”

“Wow. So these women would be so ecstatic to be with you at the Cannes, hmm?”

“Quite.”

Her eyes narrowed. She pursed her lips.

“What, you’re walking with hotshot Chris.”

“I don’t even know him!” she shouted.

Grinning, he walked slowly toward her.

“Go away!” She ran out of the kitchen.

He caught her in the living room. She shrieked and slapped his hands. “Don’t touch me!”

Laughing, he picked her up and deposited her on the wide, sectional sofa and came on top of her, trapping her beneath him.

“Jealous, my sweet?”

“Who, me?! Why would I be jealous?! You can walk with whomever you want and I don’t care! Get off  me, you ugly skunky cayote!”

He laughed. “Nobody has complimented me like that before. I like it. And I just bathed. Smell me.”

She struggled under him. He caught her flailing arms and pinned them above her head. Then he kneed her legs apart, his intention, obvious.  She twisted and bucked under him, trying to dislodge him.

“God, you’re so hot, baby. Come on, fight me!”

She panted, her heart slamming hard against her rib cage in combined ire and growing excitement. He was hard and huge between her legs and the more she struggled under him, the more he became aroused. The feel of him made her kitty swell and throb, creating an ache inside her that she knew so well now. It was an ache that only his fingers, tongue and big cock can satisfy.

She lifted her head and bit him on the chest.

He groaned harshly. “Oooh fffuck! Yes, that’s it Mulan, fight me! I know how you want this. You’re dripping wet right now, aren’t you, my little vixen?” He slammed his pelvis hard against the vee of her legs, jolting her entire body with further excitement. “I’m gonna make your pussy want my cock so bad.”

The feel of his warm, hard frame above her was quickly wreaking havoc to her sensory nerves. Oh, he smelled good!  Her tongue slipped out of her lips to soothe her love bite. She sucked the chunk of flesh she’d hurt, where her teeth had left little red marks on his bronzed skin. “I hate you!” she hissed in between her loving licks.

He was rolling his hips, rubbing the long ridge of his shaft against her cleft. “I thought you love me, baby?”

“Not anymore! I hate hate hate you!” she spat even as she ground her groin up against his hardness. Her silk panties and his shorts frustrated her now. She wanted to remove the garments separating them but he held her wrists with his left hand above her head in a vise grip.

“Such temper. Tell me how much you hate this.” He untied the sash of her silk robe and unveiled her to his eyes. Cupping one of her plump breasts in his right hand, he bent his head and put almost half of the globe in his mouth. Her torso lifted off the sofa, her entire body scalded by the moist hotness of his mouth. His lips made a slow tug-of-war with her nipple. “I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured sweetly, sucking her to submission.

When he started using his tongue, he quickly reduced her to a quivering, gushing mass of acute need in no time. She keened, going weak all over. “I sooo hate you!”

He let go of her nipple with a popping sound. “I think your knockers are bigger now. You got fat, baby.”

Her eyes widened.
I’m not fat, you oaf! I’m pregnant!
“Let me go!”

He only grinned like the devil and paid homage to her other breast.

Ohhhh so unfair!

His hand traveled down her side, to her thigh, squeezing, then inched closer toward where she was aching the most. He scratched her pussy lips through her silk thong. The sensation was electrifying.

“Dare!”

He scratched her idly, lightly grazing her now engorged clit while alternately sucking her nipples.

She seized moving and enjoyed the combined pleasure, her stomach muscles clenching in building pressure.

“You’re so drenched you’ve ruined your panties, baby. You want me to remove it?”

She growled at him.

He chuckled and pinched her clit lightly. She glared up at him and he did it again…and again…and again until she screamed, “Remove my panties!”

Her flimsy undies went kaput with a single tug. He threw it aside and then palmed her.

“Fuck, so juicy. I love this cunt so much!”

He slithered his palm against her wet folds in a manner that made her gasp like a fish out of water, so delicious it felt.

“You still hate me, baby?” he teased her.

“Fingers!” she commanded.

“My Mulan knows the drill now, hmm? Fingers, here we go.” He slipped his middle finger inside her. It went in easily now. She clenched around it hungrily. “This little puss is so greedy. Let’s put another one in…” His second digit stretched her wide. Immediately, they curled inward, touching that knot of nerves that he’d called an extension of her clit. Dare seemed to know more of her body than she did. And how he knew her body!

She panted and writhed under him as his fingers played with her. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from mewling like a cat in heat. He was raptly watching her face.

“Don’t look at me!”

“But I love looking at you, baby. You’re so beautiful, especially when you come.” His thumb rubbed her clit as his two other fingers inside her rubbed her G-spot.

She mewled like a cat in heat.

“Tell me what you want now, baby. Daddy’s here to give you anything you want. Just say the word.”

“I’m gonna kill you! Ooooh yes, there, there, there!”

“Do you want something else, baby?”

“No! Fingers are fine!” she said with defiant eyes, denying him the pleasure he was giving her. Hah!

“Really? Are you sure?”

“I am sure! Now, move faster!”

His fingers moved in and out faster. But it wasn’t enough. The fit wasn’t enough. His fingers felt good but her kitty had gotten used to his penis stretching her wide while her walls clung to that muscled chunk of throbbing flesh. The clenching motion of her sheath around him would build her up fast toward orgasm.

“Dare!” she wailed.

“What, baby?” He soothed her clit, which felt on fire now, with a tapping movement of his thumb. “You want more?”

“Yes!”

“What more do you want?”

She bit him in the shoulder this time.

He hissed in pain. “Fuck!” His fingers were abruptly pulled from inside her and the next thing she felt was his hard cock sliding into her. She gasped. The shock of his initial penetration always made her freeze for a bit but he’d always go in carefully, until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

“God, baby, you make me so damn hard. Feel how I want you, my Mulan?”

She clamped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her.

He finally freed her hands and she immediately grabbed his buttocks, sinking her little nails on his firm, smooth flesh.“Move!” She slapped one cheek.

His eyes widened. “Fuck, where did you learn that?!”

“Huh?”

“You just slapped my butt!” he said, incredulous.

Grinning, she did it again, whacked him harder. “Move, Captain Shang!”

He wheezed a laugh and pulled out of her. In a lightning swift move, he’d flipped her on her stomach. He covered her from behind, his fingers homing in between her legs just as he slipped his penis back inside her. When he entered her again, she was already on the verge of orgasm. She was so wet her walls stretched to accommodate his thickness right away, clenching around him, eager for that wild climb to the summit which she knew was coming next.

“Dare, please, please, please!” she wailed.

“Oh fuck yeah. Take this, baby. Take all of me!”

He rode her like a stallion, gorging her deeply and stretching her to the limit as his fingers strummed her clit. Her core coiled with such intense pleasure she sobbed helplessly beneath him as he penetrated and petted her from inside out.

“Come, come, come! Celine! I’m coming. Baby! Fuck!”

He licked her spine and bit her neck lightly and then shuddered, slamming hard into her.

That sent her flying to oblivion, totally forgetting why she hated him.

“So, where did you learn to do that?” Dare murmured drowsily.

“Huhmn?” Celine moaned weakly under him.

“Slapping butt.”

She giggled, making her pussy ripple like whipped cream around his now gratified member. Fuck, that felt good. He was slumped like a dead weight on her he must be crushing her. He lifted himself from her, pulling out of her gently. His juices oozed out of her again as if her pussy was a leaking bag of semen. Damn, he was amazed he didn’t feel dehydrated.

“Tell me.” He slapped her gorgeous butt lightly. She yelped. He bent to rain kisses and licks all over the perky cheeks.

She shrieked and giggled. “Dare, it tickles!”

She turned on her back and stretched like a cat. He watched her hungrily, wanting to fuck her again. Her body seemed fuller lately. She was no skinny supermodel for sure. And he just loved her physical form from head to toe. He loved everything about her. All of her.

“You gonna tell me or what?”

“Is that bad?”

“What?”

“To slap butt?”

“No.”

“You liked it?”

“You haven’t answered by question.”

She shrugged. “I just kinda like doing it.”

“In what way?”

“When we…when you were inside me awhile back…I felt so overwhelmed. It felt so good and intense I couldn’t express it in words…so I slapped you. Sorry.”

“You mean you haven’t seen that anywhere?”

“No.”

He smiled. “So, you’re a natural dominatrix.”

Her eyes widened. “Me? No!”

He pointed to his chest where her teeth had left reddish marks. “This is the work of a domme.”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! She sat up and looked at the marks closely. “Does it hurt? I’m so sorry, honey.”

“You nearly made me come when you bit me. It hurt really good.”

“Gosh, I’m not into that! So Fifty Shades!”

“Fifty what?”

“It’s a book about kinky fuckery.”

His jaw dropped. “Kinky what?”

She grinned up at him. “It’s an erotic book.”

“So, you’ve read about that stuff.”

She turned a bit pink in the cheeks. “Uhm, yeah. Just from Fifty Shades of Grey.”

“I’d like to read this book, too.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“The hero is so messed up. And it’s a romance book. Do you read romance?”

“No. Is the hero more messed up than I am?”

“Uhm…how messed up are you, really? Is there anything more you need to tell me?”

He bent to hug her. “Nothing that you should be afraid about. You’re safe from my demons.”

“I’m not afraid of your demons. They’re my friends.”

He kissed her hair softly. What she said made his eyes water.

I hope so. I hope to God I won’t ever hurt you, my love
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“That was Dare. Again,” Kelsey grumbled.

Celine hiked up the bodice of the red gown she was trying on in the special dressing room of the Christian Dior boutique. She felt like her boobs would spill out if she moved. “Where is he?”

“With Ken. He’s trying out some suits, too at Zegna.”

“What did he want?’

“Nothing in particular, just asking how and where we are.”

“Ask him where he is for a change. Maybe he’d tell us he’s having a threesome with Alana and Gabby at the Chateau Marmont.”

“Come on dear, he sounded truly concerned. Did you notice how Carlos had checked on us several times already?”

“He probably asked his police dog to sniff on us, thinking we’re having a threesome with Chris. You know, guilty people…”

“Aw, you’re being too hard on Dare. Have you sat down and talked yet?”

“Talk? What is that?”

Kelsey grinned knowingly. “Oh, okay, you did talk, in a different language. I take it all’s well in paradise now? Oh, that dress will kill the red carpet! Let’s take that.”

She made a face. “I don’t wanna walk in there dreading a wardrobe malfunction any minute. No, thanks. It’s too daring, no pun.”

Kelsey laughed. “What about that? That’s quite elegant.” She pointed to an emerald gown with a flowing bias hanging from a mannequin. “Top that with a pair of emeralds from Neil Lane, which by the way, agreed to lend any jewelry of your choice.”

She gasped. “How did you manage that?! Did you tell them? Why would they care to lend me anything if you didn’t tell them?” she demanded.