Kiss a Falling Star

by Barabara Elsborg

  The top of her thighs were wet with her cream. Ally’s mouth watered and her heart pounded. The muscles of her sex pulsed. Not one part of her remained unaffected by the sight of him. Caspar was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, and she wanted him so much it scared her. All her insecurities flooded back, and Ally had to fight hard not to let them spoil this. Don’t waste this moment because you think it might not last.

  Ally put her finger in his mouth, wet it and then trailed it from Caspar’s slightly rough chin, down the column of his throat, over the hard bone of his sternum and into the warm valley between his pecs. Down and down, inch by inch Ally’s finger explored the contours of his chiseled abs and finally crept into the trail of hair that led to the dark thatch at the base of his cock.

  Caspar’s thickly veined shaft rose strong and proud out of a nest of black curls. His balls hung full and heavy below. Ally ran her thumbs down the sides of his hips and up the valley of his groin, the delicate skin hot and smooth under her touch. She gently twisted his pubic hair in her fingers and watched as pre-cum gathered at his cock head.

  “Not sure that’s working, Alexandria. I’m going harder.”

  “Trust me,” she whispered. “I’m an expert.”

  Ally pulled Caspar to sit on the couch and dropped to kneel between his legs. She ran the pad of her finger over the satiny crest of Caspar’s cock and smeared the glistening moisture around the exposed bulb.

  “Which class did you learn this in?” He sucked in a breath and speared his fingers through her hair.

  “Physics.”

  Ally spread the pre-cum in a circular swirl to coat more of the head then lifted her finger to her lips and sucked. The taste of Caspar flooded her mouth, tart and sweet at the same time, a mix of musk and man and raw sex. The flavor exploded on her tongue and shot straight to every erogenous zone.

  “You lick me and I’m gone,” Caspar whispered.

  “Einstein’s third law,” Ally said. “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

  He laughed and cupped her breasts with his hands.

  “See?” Ally said. “I touch you and you touch me.”

  “I had something more explosive in mind.”

  She laid her palms on his thighs and with the flat of her tongue licked a slow, wet path the length of his cock and down the center of his balls. Caspar’s breathing grew ragged, and when Ally took his sac into her mouth, a deep moan slipped from his lips. The wrinkled skin of his balls tightened as she gently sucked. Ally could feel Caspar’s thighs trembling beneath her fingers and she let him out of her mouth with a soft pop.

  “You’re not allowed to come until I say,” she whispered.

  Caspar groaned. “Say what?”

  “Not sure I’ll be in a position to speak. Okay. I’ll set a time. Fifteen minutes.”

  Caspar gasped. “Paris.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Hold off coming for fifteen minutes? Ally was mad, bad and gorgeous. Caspar’s balls were on the boil, his cock already hard enough to drill holes and a pressure headache built between his eyes. Fifteen minutes? Impossible. He looked down at her sweet face, thinking that was almost enough to make him come, and then he opened his mouth and said, “Go for it.”

  What? What? How had that slipped out?

  “Got any oil?” she asked.

  “Bathroom cabinet.”

  “Don’t move.”

  Caspar tried to laugh, but the sound changed in his throat and came out as a high-pitched grunt. He watched her butt until she disappeared and then swallowed hard. Think unsexy thoughts. He could do it, it wasn’t beyond him. Memories of prison usually worked. The crowded dorm that smelled of semen, sweat and farts. The snoring, the crying, the sound of spit-slick hands working— Oh fuck.

  Ally bounced back into the room and knelt in front of him. She squirted baby oil onto her palms and then slid her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing hard as she pressed down on his balls almost to the point of pain. Caspar’s eyelids fluttered as he struggled to keep watching. He moaned and wrapped his fingers around the edge of the couch.

  While she maintained the pressure on his balls with her fist, Ally worked his cock with her other hand. She slid a tiny way up his length before she squeezed again and released, slowly making her way up until her finger and thumb pressed against the sensitive head and pre-cum slid onto her fingers.

  “Ugghrggh.” Caspar wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, but he doubted coherent speech was possible because intelligent thought had come and gone in a single squeeze.

  She did the same thing once more, starting from the base, maintaining the pressure on his balls, her grip firm around his root as her other hand milked him of pre-cum. Little shifts up his cock to squeeze and release, and Caspar’s breathing began to sound as though he were running up a hill. The ache in his gut intensified. But the pleasure, oh fuck, the sheer sensory delight, the bliss of being played with by soft, firm hands fogged his head to all but the feel of her palms and fingers, the caress of her warm breath and the casual brush of her pebbled nipples on his thighs.

  This time, when Ally reached the head of his cock, she moved her hand away and they stared at the trail of pre-cum sliding from the winking eye of his slit, watched the silky pearl grow and grow before its weight sent it slipping down the side of his cock. The tickle was torture. Caspar trembled with anticipation, wondering if she’d let it slide all the way to her hand or— Ah, God. Her tongue flicked out to lap it up and a clenching shiver of joy surged through his groin. Ally used her tongue to drag the pre-cum back the way it had come and rubbed it into his crest with her mouth, pushing the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening at the head until Caspar couldn’t breathe.

  She began again, squeeze and release, squeeze and release while his balls quivered in outraged delirium. Oh God, I’m going to come. Caspar clamped down with everything he had, and when Ally wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked, he clamped down with everything he didn’t know he had as well.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped over and over. “That must be fifteen minutes.”

  She lifted her head. “Two minutes. Thirteen to go.”

  “Nooooo,” Caspar wailed.

  Ally pulled down harder on his balls and the need to spurt eased away.

  Angel.

  She suckled the head of his cock and the need came roaring back.

  Devil.

  Tiny, wet sucks at his blood-filled crest with her hot mouth and Caspar feared he’d end up drooling. He was already crazed with lust.

  “Try to relax,” Ally said.

  “Oh that’s hysterical. There’s not one bit of me that’s not primed, ready to explode. Even my hair is tense.”

  When she removed her hands, Caspar wanted to cry, and he wasn’t sure whether it was in relief or frustration. A moment to gulp air before her fingers pressed into the top and sides of his aching sac and began to massage the hidden root of his cock.

  “Fuuuuck.” Caspar’s body flooded with intense sensations of pleasure tinged with the knowledge that her touch sent him rushing into danger. Amazingly, the need to erupt lessened a little under the massage and he let himself swim in the hidden depths of Ally’s skilful hands.

  The pad of a finger pressed the magic spot at the back of his balls and a whimper escaped his cemented lips. Tension slipped away and Caspar melted into the couch. He suspected he’d have to be levered out of it with a crowbar. Keeping his eyes open was a struggle, but he didn’t want to stop looking at Ally. Oh God, I’ll be good for nothing after this. But he didn’t want her to stop.

  Just as he thought he could cope with no more than another minute, she played a different game. She wrapped her mouth around his cock and began to suck in earnest while she twisted and pumped, and Caspar knew this time there was no way to hold back. She swallowed against him, using every part of her mouth to tease him. She pressed his cock head into her cheek, twirled her tongue into the groove under his crest,
took more of his length into her mouth than he’d have thought possible, did it fast, did it slow, did it rough, did it smooth, and everything took him a step higher on a crumbling cliff face. His handholds tenuous, his feet unsteady, his body trembling while the sounds she made, the look in her eyes, the feel of her hair in his fingers dragged him up and up. Caspar recognized how little control he had, that she wasn’t his so much as he was hers.

  He was covered in sweat, his breathing labored. Orgasm gathered like a distant thunderstorm, building in power. It began to race toward him, and every second of that race was such perfect bliss that Caspar could barely stand it. The flash of release made his back arch and his toes curl as his feet lifted from the floor. His fingers still buried in Ally’s hair, he couldn’t let go of her head as his cock swelled and jerked in her mouth, spilling all his pent-up energy between her lips.

  “Ally, Ally, Ally,” he gasped.

  Shit, I’m going to drown her. But she didn’t let him pull away. Cum dribbled from her mouth, but Ally kept him there until the spurts faded to nothing.

  Caspar pulled free of her lips and wrapped his knees around her body, tugging her head to his chest. It took a moment or two to get his breathing under control, to check he was still alive. She crawled up and sprawled across him on the couch. Caspar could feel her heart fluttering as she panted against him.

  She tipped her head to look into his eyes. “Oh dear. Fourteen minutes, fifty-five seconds. Damn, we’re going to have to do it again.”

  He groaned. “I can’t believe any guy has ever let you leave his bed, let alone his life.”

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  Caspar gaped at her. “Never?”

  “Not quite like that. I like to experiment,” Ally said.

  He curved his lips in a smile. “So do I. Shall we see how many times I can make you come in fifteen minutes?”

  “Have to catch me first.”

  Ally wriggled out of his arms and fled. When she pulled open the back door, Caspar reached from behind her and slammed it shut with a laugh before she could get outside.

  “We are not dancing naked in the woods,” he said.

  “Spoilsport.”

  Ally dipped under his arm and made for the stairs. She threw herself at the bed and rolled onto her back. Caspar dived onto her. His cock was still semi-hard, and Ally squirmed down until the wet head nuzzled against her folds. Caspar’s hips pressed onto hers and pushed her into the mattress. Ally looped her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

  His lips nibbled from side to side, teasing as she tried to keep him still.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and nipped her lip. “You take my breath away.”

  His words bathed Ally in sunshine. Caspar’s tongue speared her mouth in sync with his cock pressing against her, and Ally felt as though his tongue were fucking her between her legs. Already on the edge of coming, she began to slide. Her pussy fluttered and she moaned into Caspar’s mouth as a warning twinge cramped her muscles. She knew this would be fast and hard. He ground himself more firmly against her, and Ally’s head snapped back as she came. Waves of heat pulsed through her body to leave her trembling in their wake. As if she’d been wiped out on a surfboard, Ally felt herself pummeled by the waves as they dragged her to the shore and left her trembling on the sand.

  “One,” Caspar whispered, and slid down the bed.

  He buried his tongue inside her, and even as one orgasm died away, another flickered to life in her core. Caspar pushed her legs farther apart and reached to play with her breasts while he licked and sucked and nuzzled her dips and folds. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Ally pushed up on her elbows to look at the dark head buried between her thighs and then dropped back to the pillow. What he was doing now, guys ought to be made to learn once they reached the age of consent. And he hadn’t even touched her clit— Oh damn. One brush against that tiny bud and her hips bucked. Caspar didn’t let her go. He kept moving his mouth over her, drawing out her climax until Ally mewed like a kitten.

  “Two,” he said.

  She groaned as he flipped her over. He slung an arm under her belly to pull her to her knees.

  “Don’t I get a rest?” she asked.

  “Did you give me a rest, Ms. Squeeze-and-Release?”

  Caspar leaned over her back, his cock between her legs, rocking his hips so his shaft rubbed along her folds. When he licked his way down her spine, Ally clenched her fists on the sides of the pillow and panted into it. Caspar trailed his tongue down the crease of her bottom, and Ally let out a gurgled groan and fought to crawl up the bed. He didn’t let her.

  Ally lifted her head and gasped, “Caspar!”

  “Sshh.”

  “Have you ever been fucked here?” he asked.

  He spread her cheeks with his fingers and licked across her anus.

  “No.”

  “Like to try?”

  “Maybe, but I think I’d like to practice for a year or two with something smaller than your cock. One of those little candles off a birthday cake sounds about right.”

  He laughed and spun around so he lay on his back with her belly over his face. Caspar swirled his tongue around her navel, and her skin jumped as if something alive inside her had just woken. He continued to tease her, and Ally groaned and grunted and gasped with every flutter of her flesh.

  Caspar spread his hands over her bottom and held her tight as he slid down the bed and tugged her onto his mouth.

  “Oh God, not again,” Ally said with a half laugh.

  He took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked gently, rocking her into him.

  “I can’t, I can’t,” she wailed, but even as she said it, Ally knew it was a lie.

  Caspar had to work harder, longer, but her body knew what it liked. Shivers of delight flickered up her spine and her breathing slipped back into ragged gasping. His finger joined his tongue, and her muscles tightened around the intrusion. Ally swallowed against the climax building in her belly, but the deep thrusts of his finger made resistance impossible.

  Tight, hot pleasure ripped through her and she came in shower of blazing-white sparks, every part of her trembling as she fell apart.

  Caspar scooted from underneath and crawled up to pull her into his arms.

  “Three,” he whispered in her ear.

  “If you’re not inside me for number four, I won’t show you my party trick.” She opened her eyes and found him staring straight at her.

  “Okay,” he said, his eyes dancing.

  “Can I take these holdups off now?” Ally asked. “They’re ’round my ankles anyway.”

  Caspar slid down to pull them off. He rejoined her and put his head on the pillow next to hers.

  Ally chewed her lip. “We have to be quiet in case the headmaster hears us.”

  She hoped he’d go with the change in role.

  Caspar slid his fingers through hers and squeezed her hand. “It was a great idea to hide out under the stage. These gym mats are comfy.”

  “I’ve been so desperate for you all day,” she said. “When you sat in front of me in biology, I wanted to crawl under the desk and unzip you then suck your cock with everyone around and no one knowing.”

  “I must have guessed what you were imagining because my dick was hard as stone. I kept thinking about how we’d arranged to meet here after school and how we were finally going to see each other naked. I had to carry my books in front of my pants to get to the bathroom then jack off in case one of my friends noticed I was sporting a woody. I jacked off again after the next lesson. I came so hard I thought I’d damaged something. After that, I made myself wait…until now.”

  Ally’s heart did cartwheels. She’d never played these sorts of games before, but she really liked it, and Caspar had slid right into them. She ran her tongue over his lips and tasted his desire.

  “Can I touch you?” she whispered.

  “I’d like that.”

  She wrapped her fingers aroun
d Caspar’s cock and gave the velvety head a tentative squeeze. “Is that okay?”

  Caspar’s fingers settled over hers. “Rub it up and down like this. Harder. I won’t break.”

  He groaned as Ally tightened her hold.

  “Can I touch you?” he asked.

  “Yes. You’ll still respect me tomorrow though, won’t you?”

  Caspar snorted and then slipped back into role. “’Course I will. I lo—like doing this.”

  Ally gulped. Had he nearly said the L word, even in play?

  His finger slipped between her legs and he exhaled heavily. “You’re so wet. Can I rub myself against you, just a bit, please?”

  “Okay.”

  Ally rolled onto her back and Caspar lay over her, his cock head nudging her folds.

  “That feels so good,” he whispered.

  She put her hands on his buttocks and his muscles rippled as he rocked against her, his cock brushing her clit.

  Caspar kissed her, his tongue surging alongside hers as his cock slid along her sex. Ally widened her legs and hooked her heels over his calves, wrapping her hands around his back to pull him as close as she could. His skin prickled and dampened under her fingers. Caspar had his arms under her shoulders and their hips rode against each other, her nipples aroused to the point of pain by the rub of his chest.

  “Ally, Ally,” he gasped. “I want to push inside you. I know we said we’d wait but I don’t want to. Can I, please?”

  “Yes.” Ally thought that if she’d really been a teenager under a stage with Caspar naked on top of her, “yes” would have been the only word that came from her mouth. Thank God she hadn’t been tempted by anyone at her school.

  “I’ll go slow,” Caspar whispered.

  He kissed her, pulled back to hold her head in one hand as he positioned his cock over the entrance to her body. The blunt, smooth crest probed and then pressed, and Ally released a long sigh as Caspar slid inside her.

  He stared at her with such intent, Ally lost herself in his gaze. She watched him as he pushed deep into her, so thick and strong, and he kept going and going until their bodies were joined.