Stars On Fire

by E. L. Todd

  He leaned in and rested his forehead against mine. His fingers grasped the tie at the back of my neck and pulled the string so the halter strap could come loose. It fell apart then folded down my body, revealing my bare tits. It was still tight around my waist, so it stayed in place. His hands grasped the material then pulled it over my head, leaving me to stand in a bright red thong.

  His eyes looked me over before his hands palmed both of my tits and squeezed them. He watched himself grope me, feeling my tits like a teenager exploring a girl for the first time. When he lifted his gaze to meet mine, the most sensual moan escaped his lips.

  My panties became a little wetter.

  The sexiest thing about Neil was how much he enjoyed me. He didn’t play it cool and pretended I was just another pretty girl on his bed. He was an enthusiastic lover, acting like he’d never been so sexually aroused in his life. He groped my tits like I had the best rack he’d ever seen, and he held me like I was the woman he was in love with.

  Cameron never worshiped me like this.

  Neil’s hand moved to my ass, and he gripped my thong and pulled it over my cheeks. He dragged the material over the curve then pressed two fingers against my entrance. After a gentle massage, his fingertips became coated in my arousal and he slipped them inside, piercing my tight entrance and feeling my slick channel.

  My fingers dug into his hard torso, and I sucked in a deep breath.

  He watched me, his gaze darkening as he fingered me harder and harder. “I love this pussy.” Only a man like him could pull off such dirty talk. He didn’t finger me to get me ready because I was obviously wet enough. He did it because he liked it, and that was a whole new turn-on.

  My hands undid his jeans and pushed them over his hips, dropping his boxers too. My fingers wrapped around his rock-hard length, and I gently moved up and down, jerking him off while we locked gazes. “I love this dick.”

  He moved his forehead back to mine, and we watched each other as we touched each other, like two teenagers exploring their sexuality. He fingered me deeper and harder, and I tightened my fingers and pushed them over his thick length.

  He moved his lips to mine and kissed me.

  My lips trembled against his because it was sensory overload. There was so much of his man. He was inside me, he was in my hand, and now he was pressed against my lips. My mouth automatically moved with his, but my breathing quickly escalated. Out of breath and so turned on I felt like I was on fire, I was sure I would combust at any moment. He made me come just like this last time, and while it was a great precursor to sex, I wanted to come with his fat dick inside me.

  I ended our embrace and pulled my hand off his dick. When I turned down the hallway, I felt his anxious fingers slide out of me. I passed open doors then spotted the master suite. There was a king-size bed that was perfectly made, surrounded by dark mahogany nightstands and furniture. I didn’t bother to turn on the light before I pushed my thong the rest of the way off then crawled onto the bed. On my hands and knees, I arched my back and kept my ass to the sky.

  He came in behind me a second later and headed for the nightstand. He pulled out a condom and quickly rolled it to his base before he dropped to the mattress behind me, his knees making dents in the bed.

  I felt like a dog in heat, desperate to feel that enormous cock deep inside me. My pussy ached with anticipation, and I could barely stop my legs from shaking. I wanted Neil to stretch me to capacity, to push so far inside me that it hurt just a bit.

  He grabbed the back of my neck then pressed my face into the mattress, my hair cascading around me. Then he grabbed both of my hands and dragged them back behind my body until my fingertips could feel his muscular thighs. He gripped one hip as he guided his fat crown through my tight opening. Then he slowly slid deep inside, pushing through the tightness until only his balls remained behind.

  I moaned into the sheets. Jesus, that felt good. What the hell was I thinking when I dumped him?

  He grabbed my hips and started to slam into me, fucking me hard right from the beginning. There was no buildup, no gentle thrusts before the hard pounding. He fucked me good right away, as if he couldn’t restrain himself from taking me as every man should take a woman.

  “Yes…” I was so damn happy.

  “Fuck.” He smacked my ass as he continued to fuck me, his audible enjoyment so sexy. “This ass…”

  I used my full body to rock back into him, but my position limited my motions. All I could really do was sit there and take it…which was fine by me. With my ass in the air and my back arched so deeply, I felt vulnerable. I was letting this man fuck me however he pleased.

  And I loved every second of it.

  It didn’t take me longer than a few minutes to come. “God…yes.” My cheek was pressed to the sheet, and my hips bucked slightly. Moisture tingled my eyes because the orgasm felt so good. It was such a happy feeling, so happy that I actually felt sad.

  He gripped my hips and pounded into me a little harder, making my pleasure last as long as possible.

  Now I wished there weren’t a condom separating us. I wished I could take his load and feel it for the rest of the night. That was one thing I missed about being married. We never had to spring for a condom, so everything was skin-to-skin.

  I would love to be skin-to-skin with Neil Crimson.

  “I hope you aren’t tired, baby.” He grunted as he kept thrusting. “Because I’m fucking this pussy for the rest of the night.”

  IT WAS NEARLY two in the morning when things finally wound down. We lay side by side in his soft bed, the sheets a cocoon of comfort. He was on his back, his eyes closed because he’d drifted to sleep almost instantly.

  I got myself out of bed and hunted down my clothes before I headed to the front door.

  “Get your ass back to bed.” His heavy bare feet thudded down the hallway as he approached the front door. He was over six-three of pure nakedness, and his muscular physique was a credible source of authority. He was sexy, intimidating, and terrifying.

  “I have a dog, remember.”

  “I guarantee you, he’s asleep.”

  “But I didn’t come home. He’s worried.”

  “Dogs don’t worry.”

  “Trust me, they do.” Torpedo and I were linked on a very intimate level. He understood when I was sad, understood when I was drowning in sorrow. He’d jumped out of that truck and nearly attacked Cameron because he could sense my soul was breaking. “I need to go home. I wish I could stay, but I can’t.”

  He sighed before he came closer to me. “Pick him up and come back.”

  “What?” I asked incredulously. “Why?”

  “Because tomorrow is Saturday. We’re both off. I’m pounding that pussy all day, all night, and then you can leave.”

  “Wow…I didn’t realize you were so bossy.” I brushed off his comment and played it cool, but I was definitely aroused by the statement. Why would I want to be home alone on a Saturday when I could be getting the best sex of my life from the hottest guy on the planet?

  “I’m a commander. I’m very bossy.” He stepped closer to me, bringing his face next to mine. “Now hurry your ass up. Unless you want me to go with you.”

  “I’ll be fine. Are you sure he can stay here?”

  “Yes. As long as he doesn’t mind sharing you.”

  “He usually does…”

  “Then it looks like we’re going to have a problem.”

  I WOKE up the following morning to intense sunshine. The shades hadn’t been closed the night before because we were too distracted by each other to think about anything else. Now the morning heat was making the bedroom sizzle.

  Torpedo slept at the edge of the bed, lying on his side while his belly rose and fell with his even breathing. It was obvious he thought the bed was comfortable because the sun normally would have woken him up, but right now, he was completely passed out.

  My eyes opened, and I stared at the ceiling.

  Neil Crimson was beside
me—sexy as ever. His hair was messy, his five-o’clock shadow was coming in thick, and he was so deep in sleep that it seemed like he hadn’t slept in months. Even when he was in the ultimate state of relaxation, his body was so fit and tight. He was always model material.

  I couldn’t believe I was waking up next to Neil Crimson.

  In his bed.

  Jesus, how did I get so lucky? My night was filled with climaxes, with sexy kisses that made my toes curl. I was fully satisfied and ready for bed, but Neil wanted to keep going…like a man fucking a woman for the first time.

  Just being friends was such a stupid idea.

  I sat up in bed and picked up the glass of water sitting on the nightstand. I took a drink then grabbed my phone. There were a few text messages from Stacy and Kyle from the night before, but I’d been too busy to respond to them.

  They’d probably figured out what I was doing.

  “Don’t make any plans.” Neil’s deep voice came from beside me, husky and raspy from being asleep just minutes ago. “Because you aren’t going anywhere.”

  “Just want to tell everyone I’m still alive.”

  “For now.”

  I set my phone on the nightstand. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’re gonna kill me?”

  “I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’ll think you’re in heaven.” He grabbed me by the wrist and gently pulled me toward him, sliding me across the sheets until I was back in his arms. He wrapped me in his embrace then pressed his face close to mine, our bodies tangled together. He hiked my thigh over his hip then squeezed my ass. “Sleep well?”

  “Obviously.”

  “Why is it obvious?”

  “Because this bed feels like a cloud.”

  “I was hoping you slept well for another reason.”

  I smiled. “Well…that too. I can’t say I get sex like that too often. Most men can’t last more than one round. You’re like the Energizer bunny…you just keep going.”

  “I’m not always like that.” His brown eyes were so alluring first thing in the morning. When there was still a hint of sleepiness in his gaze, he was even sexier than usual. No other man on the planet could compete with a guy like Neil Crimson. “I usually get to the point, then it’s over.”

  “And why weren’t you like that with me?”

  “Because I really like fucking you.” His hand glided up my back and into the back of my hair. He gently felt the strands and pulled them away from my face. His touch was gentle like the breeze.

  “You’ve been with tons of beautiful women. What’s so special about me?”

  “I never said I’d been with tons of beautiful women.”

  “Are you saying you haven’t?”

  “No…but that was your assumption.”

  “And my assumption was right. I remember that woman standing in your driveway when I dropped you off. She was a total bombshell.”

  “She’s got nothing on you.” His fingers continued to stroke my hair.

  “You don’t have to feed me a line. You’ve already got me in bed.”

  “It’s not a line,” he whispered. “I don’t say anything unless I mean it. And I meant what I said.” His eyes focused on mine with such sincerity that I believed every word he said. “My time in the air force hardened me into a man. I learned exactly who I wanted to be, how I wanted to be remembered. Being honest establishes credibility, builds respect. People may not like what I have to say, but they’ll respect me for sticking to my values. So, if I say something, I mean it. I don’t care about hurting someone’s feelings. Being honest about where you stand hurts people less in the long run.”

  I noticed the way he carried himself, perfectly straight and strong. He always looked someone straight on in a conversation, never letting his eyes stray if things became confrontational. Sometimes it was obvious he had a military background just from looking at him.

  “Like I said, she’s got nothing on you.” He pressed his face closer, his nose gently grazing against mine. He moved slightly, the seductive look in his gaze making my nipples harden in response.

  Maybe Neil Crimson was exactly what I needed to get back on my feet. He gave my ego a huge boost, ignited my confidence, and reminded me of my value. After Cameron abandoned me, I felt worthless. I was barren, so why would any man want me? But the most famous astronaut in the world was telling me I was beautiful…that he wanted to enjoy me for the next two weeks before he had to leave.

  He rolled me onto my back then opened my thighs with his knees. “You didn’t have plans today, right?”

  “What if I did?”

  He kissed my neck and made his way close to my ear. “I’d make you cancel them.”

  TORPEDO SAT on the grass outside, sitting in a spot of shade under a tree. With heavy eyes, he sat still and tried not to fall asleep. Being outside like this was a special treat for him, a vacation. He felt like an animal again, somewhat in the wild.

  I sat at the kitchen table in Neil’s t-shirt, watching my dog fall in love with his backyard.

  Neil was shirtless across from me, still undeniably sexy because he hadn’t shaved or showered. His hair was a mess, but it was a great look on him. His slightly tanned skin was beautiful on that hard body. He was so strong in the shoulders, like a gladiator. He had a wide chest that dominated me whenever he was on top. He had such a stunning physique that I didn’t understand how he had time to stay in such great shape. He never mentioned going to the gym. During the week, he seemed to work all the time.

  He drank his coffee, his eyes on me most of the time. He’d already enjoyed me all night and all day, but he still seemed eager for more. Every time he lifted that mug to his lips, his eyes focused on me a little harder.

  I’d never had a man look at me that way. Not even Cameron looked at me like that on the night of our wedding. Now that I thought about it…he’d never looked at me like that in five years. I always knew he loved me and we were happy together, but that extra little spark had been absent. “Torpedo loves it here.”

  “Then you’ll have to come over often.”

  “Or I could just drop him off…”

  Neil’s eyes narrowed like he didn’t like that response.

  I grinned before I took a drink of my coffee. It was easy to tease this man.

  “Don’t be mean, Slurpee.”

  “So, that’s really my nickname?”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s not sexy. Men usually call women baby or sweetheart or something…”

  “But that’s a generic term they use over and over again. At least Slurpee is original…and it suits you so well. I can still picture that night in the car when your teeth were so blue. You were embarrassed…but I thought it was cute.”

  When I was at my dorkiest, he thought I was cute. Seemed too good to be true. “You know, you’re not at all what I pictured. When you first walked into that bar during your welcome home party, I made all these assumptions about you…but none of them were true.”

  “What kind of assumptions are we talking about?” He rested his elbows on the table and leaned toward me, a slight smirk on his face that showed his amusement.

  “I don’t know…you’re this hotshot young astronaut. You’re an American hero. I guess I assumed you would be arrogant, conceited, self-centered, and pretentious. I imagined you were a notorious ladies’ man who only bedded the sexiest women on the planet—”

  “That second assumption isn’t wrong. Look at you.”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “I’m serious.”

  “That’s sweet, but I’m not supermodel material.”

  “Says who? You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, with those Daisy Duke cutoffs and those halter tops. When it’s really hot and there’s a hint of sweat down your chest…” He shook his head slightly. “Oh man…”

  It was extremely flattering, listening to this handsome man praise me. “Anyway…I didn’t expect you to be so…real. You’re down-to-earth, humble, and ea
sy to talk to. I thought you would be so brilliant, you would be unrelatable.”

  “And where did all these assumptions come from?”

  I shrugged. “You’re the youngest astronaut in space. And you’re definitely the hottest.”

  His grin widened. “That’s the first time you’ve said that to me.”

  “What?” I asked incredulously. “That you’re hot?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m sure I’ve said it before…”

  “Nope.”

  “Well…it’s obvious.”

  “I think it’s obvious that you’re drop-dead gorgeous, but you’re totally oblivious to it.”

  “Are you suggesting you’re oblivious to your own charms?”

  “Well…no.” He grinned wider.

  I laughed at his honesty.

  “I remember the first time I saw you. I assumed you were married or had a boyfriend, because how could a woman like that be single?”

  And then he learned the truth about my sad past.

  “And when I actually met you, I made even more assumptions. I was surprised to learn how smart you are, how resilient you are. There’re not too many women out there who are stunning and independent. But you’re both.”

  “I don’t think an independent woman should be seen as unusual.”

  “It’s not as common as you think. And of course, a woman with a science background is extremely sexy to me.” He brought his mug to his lips and took a drink.

  Engineering wasn’t the same kind of science that I studied, but I did see the overlap. “What kind of women do you normally spend time with? Are they from NASA? Are they technicians and engineers?”

  He almost laughed, like the question as absurd. “I would never make a move on someone I work with. Not in a million years. When I’m at the Space Center, it’s all business. We’re working on something far too important to create unnecessary tension.”

  “Smart.”

  “But there’re not many women there, unfortunately. It’s still a male-dominated field. We have a few women working in the control center, a few engineers, and a few rocket experts, but they still only make up about thirty percent of all employees. Hopefully, that will change going forward now that more women are studying those disciplines in college. It’s unfortunate that the stigma was ever created, because we would have made many more advancements by now if we had more hands on deck.”