April, Dani - Superstar (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dani April

He pressed his mouth to hers. When she did not open for him, he took her lip between his teeth and bit down. She let out a gasp and opened her mouth. His tongue invaded her mouth. She closed her eyes as he forced her to taste him, bringing her arms up along his hard chest, and she pushed back against him with her back to the wall and nowhere left to run from him.

  He squeezed her shoulders viciously and slid his hands down her arms. He blindly took hold of her wrists as he continued to savor her mouth. Her wet, naked body gave him easy access for all he did to her.

  Breaking their kiss, he spun her around by her wrists, flipping her around backward so that she was facing the wall. Her wet cheek was forced up against the tile, its cool surface contrasting with the warm water washing her body. He didn’t let her have her arms back and kept them wrenched behind her back with one hand where he held them securely.

  With his free hand, he spread her buttocks. She felt his fingers roughly caress beneath her and find their way to her folds. When she tried to struggle, he pushed her up into the wall with more force, calming her down.

  She closed her eyes and moaned when his fingers parted her lips and entered her. She opened her mouth to gulp. Water from the spray flew inside her mouth, and she had to bite down against it.

  After he was finished testing her sex, he gave her clit a playful pinch that sent shock waves of electricity flowing up her spine. Then he took his cock in his hand and positioned it behind her. She felt it as his head moved her lips to and fro.

  She was sopping wet, and after a few more glorious exploration strokes outside, her pussy finally caught him up and devoured him. In a single long and sure stab he had smoothly entered into her depths. Again her mouth flew open. She gave a strangled cry as the warm water ran down her neck and inside her mouth.

  He was working her from behind. She had closed her eyes against him and also to savor the sensation of having him moving inside her. The first powerful orgasm hit her before she was ready for it. Not having had time to brace for it, the intensity turned her legs weak. He held her back from falling, his powerful arms still steeling her arms behind her.

  She screamed out, and tears ran down her face, indistinguishable from the shower water. She moved her head back, and her wet hair fell across her face. The sound of his hips slapping her buttocks brought on her second climax.

  He pushed her down lower, using his grip on her wrists as a lever. Her face slid down the wet tile of the wall. This motion caused her pelvis to thrust backward into his driving erection. She tried to scream again but couldn’t find the energy. She tried opening her eyes, but all she could see was the white heat of passion, the steam from the hot shower blurring the rest of the room.

  She was surprised when he withdrew from her. Though he still had her doubled over, her face almost down with her ankles, and he refused to let go his grip on her wrists that were held prisoners behind her.

  There was a long moment when nothing happened. If he would not move back into her soon, she thought she would be forced to beg him to do so. Her weeping pussy felt empty without his demanding thrusts.

  She knew he was moving behind her, doing something, but from her bent-over position, she could not see what it was. She had a second to breathe again and became very aware of the shower splashing off her back, the water trickling between her cheeks and into her oversensitive sex.

  He was lubing himself up. She didn’t know what he was using, soap or some thick liquid. He moved his fingers behind her, slid between her outstretched buttocks, and found her bud in back. As soon as a single finger penetrated her there, she reasserted her struggles against him. He twisted her wrists and quickly brought her under control. Her entire body had gone tense at the very thought of what he was about to do. She was sexually experienced, but this is one act she had never tried. She was still a virgin back there.

  Barely did she have time to brace herself before she felt his well-lubed cock probing at her back hole. Her groan came from deep in her lungs as he began to slide inside her body. She forced herself to relax and, as she did so, was able to accept more of him inside her. Her breathing came in ragged little pants, and each time she exhaled, he seemed to slide inside another inch deeper.

  At first he hurt her, but not a lot, and as she learned to relax her muscles, the pain eased and then was erased altogether. As soon as he had plunged as deeply as his engorged size and her tight fit would permit, he withdrew partially and then plowed forward again, developing a rhythm, pivoting his hips upward.

  Acceptance of his penetration was her first goal, and after achieving it, she realized her muscles were starting to bunch and contract in ways she had never before experienced. With each thrust of his powerful hips into her rear, every muscle in her body tensed. When he would withdraw, she would relax and let out a low moan. Then he would pump fully back up into her again, and it would take her breath away.

  He released her wrists so that he could grab her hips in his powerful hold. She had no further thoughts of trying to escape from him, only to let the mind-numbing sensations continue. The circulation had been cut off from her hands, and she had to flex her fingers a few times to get life to return to them.

  When she was able, she positioned her palms against the wet tile wall and used the leverage to push her butt back to meet his next powerful thrust. This brought a loud gasp from her that was quickly turned into a scream of pure pleasure.

  With her arms now free, she felt more in control of her own body. She was able to move back against him with as much force as he plunged into her with. Though she knew she did not have the strength to stand it for long or to hold off the overwhelming sensations that were building deep inside her.

  Oh God, this was a new high, a new way to fly. What was building in her was sure to kill her when it finally broke. He was pounding her faster now, building toward his own prolonged climax.

  She reached back from the wall she was holding, back between her outstretched legs. She fumbled between their thrusting bodies until she felt the rough texture of his balls in her hands. She caressed them lovingly for a few moments and was able to elicit a loud cry from him. She was starting to take more control. Soon she had turned her loving caress into a tight squeeze that was milking him. He pumped her faster and growled deep and angry against her neck.

  He took the flesh of her shoulder between his teeth and bit down hard, moaning in agony against her back. She toyed with his two balls, catching them both in her single outstretched hand. She would rub and knead them, and then tighten up, forcing him to cry out alongside her.

  He reached under her and cupped her breasts. They were both flying together. Both free and soaring toward a cliff that would take them spiraling out of control when they reached it.

  When she realized her climax was upon her, that she had held it off as long as she could, and that now it would have its way with her, she pinched the skin covering his testicles as hard as she could, controlling his orgasm for him, bringing him over with her at the same time.

  Both their cries mixed in the small space of the bathroom and were mostly drowned by the loud spray of water that continued to shower their writhing bodies.

  Chrissie opened her eyes wide as the shock wave went through her. Water was dripping from her lashes, and she could just make out the sun streaming in through the window above them. The blue sky was up there high and beautiful. She had never really looked at the sky before, and now she would never forget what it looked like. It was cold out there, but the water showering her naked body was so warm.

  When he finally withdrew from her, she fell to her hands and knees on the floor of the bathtub. He fell down on top of her. He put his arms around her and drew her back to him for a kiss, one that she eagerly accepted.

  “I love you, Chrissie,” he told her simply.

  “I love you, too, Ethan.”

  Chapter Eleven

  After it was over, they stayed in the shower to clean the musky odor of sex from their bodies. Chrissie was sweating all
over and sticky between her legs. She was also relieved to have the use of her hands back so she could adjust the water temperature to one she better favored.

  When they stepped out of the shower, Ethan reached back to turn off the water, and they stayed inside the bathroom to dry each other’s bodies.

  “Hold still,” she told him as she reached out with a big, sky-blue towel to dry him off. He had an all-black towel equally as large that he was using at the same time to dry her shoulders and arms with.

  “You hold still,” he shot back at her. “Turn around and let me get your back.”

  “You already did my back,” she said, batting her lashes at him. She reached out and began drying off his now-flaccid cock, fisting it in a hand under the towel. Her other hand, also beneath the cloth of the towel, reached under him and began to dry his balls.

  “Take it easy,” he told her. He was drying her chest now with the towel he held. She had to temporarily release her hold on him to let him proceed. “I think I’ll be sore for a month down there after that little workout we just had.”

  “Me, too,” Chrissie told him and laughed. She was amazed how easy it felt to be with him now that all the tension had left them, whereas a few minutes before she had actually been afraid of him. “All I want to do now is crawl back into bed and go to sleep.”

  “We can’t do that,” he said, changing the subject. “Today we have to see if we can make it out of this cabin and maybe even take you shopping someplace so you don’t have to keep wearing our clothes.”

  “Well, that does kind of sound fun, I guess,” she said, releasing his cock and balls and moving down his legs with the towel. “Can the dogs come with us?”

  “They can come along. I won’t even try and talk you and Scott out of leaving behind your animals.”

  Both dry now thanks to the efforts of the other, Ethan took the towel from her and hung them both up to dry. Then he took her in his arms. Chrissie gladly accepted his embrace.

  “That was like the scariest shower I’ve ever had,” she told him, but now she was able to laugh about it.

  “Life’s an intense experience, Chrissie,” he told her. Then he released her and gave her a swat on the behind. “Come on. Let’s go and get dressed.”

  Back in the front room, she was not self-conscious as she dressed in front of him. He let her rummage through his travel bags to try and find a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Of course they were all quite a few sizes too large for her much smaller body.

  “I’m still not going to run away with you, Chrissie,” he told her as he stepped into his boxers. “I’m not going to let my brothers run away with you either.”

  “Then what am I going to do?” she asked him, resigned to whatever he had to say because she knew he was the boss here. Just like back home her father was the boss. “Will I just lose you guys? Is it all over?”

  “Not yet. We’re going to take you home.” He was now stepping into his jeans.

  “Take me home?” Chrissie repeated, not understanding him.

  “That’s right,” he told her. “Hey, those are my good jeans. Why don’t you find a pair of my old ones? They should be in the bag over there by the door.”

  She was just wearing her thong, walking around the big front room and pillaging in his bags to try and find clothes for the day. She shrugged and dropped his good jeans and went to the bag he had directed her to.

  “Where do you live anyway, Chrissie?”

  “Mostly I just live out of hotel suites. Daddy always has me going around the world on tour or to shoot movies. I hate hotel suites.”

  “But when you’re not doing all that bull, where is your home?”

  “Hollywood, California.” She reached inside the bag and brought up a pair of torn jeans that looked like they must have been the ones he was talking about. “Will these do?” she asked him.

  He nodded that they would. “Hollywood is a long way from here,” he told her. “You want us to just take you to the airport back in Aspen?”

  “No,” she said as she started to shrug into the jeans with the tear in them. “You know I don’t really want to go back. But I do like my house in Hollywood. I just bought it last year. It’s not very big, but I get to live there alone. Daddy hardly ever comes by. For a while, Zach stayed there with me. But really I never get to spend too much time at my home.”

  He pulled his T-shirt over his head and came over to sit down on the arm of the couch next to where she was dressing. “How would it be if we drove you back home, Chrissie?”

  “You guys want to drive me back to Hollywood?”

  “Yes,” he said and pulled her down into his lap where she instantly wrapped her arms around his neck. “We’re not running away with you. We’re running you back to your life.”

  “Even if I don’t want to go?”

  “Yes,” he told her and reached up to fasten a strand of her still-wet hair behind her ear. “You don’t have a choice about that. But when you get there, it is your choice how you want to live your life.”

  She felt scared all over again. She realized she was sitting there on his lap without even wearing a shirt, and of course she hadn’t had a bra to wear since she started on this adventure. She reached down to the bag at her feet to take out one of his shirts.

  “Is it all right if I wear this one?” she asked.

  “No. That’s one of my good shirts. There’s an old one at the bottom. You can wear that.”

  She placed the shirt aside on the couch and looked up at him. “I’m afraid,” she said.

  “You don’t have to be,” he reassured her. “You don’t have to do whatever your father tells you to or what your agents or managers say. You are an adult woman living in a free country, and from what I hear, you have a lot of money. When you go back, you are going to be in control of your own life. You’re not going to let anyone else be in the driver’s seat from now on.”

  “I’m weak,” she told him. “I’m afraid of being by myself. I probably can’t do it. I always let other people make my decisions for me.”

  “I can’t help you with that, Chrissie. When you get there, it’ll be up to you. But if you want, my brothers and I will give you a ride back home. I’ve always wanted to see what Hollywood looks like anyway.”

  In spite of the terror inspired by the thought of going back to face up to her life, Chrissie was intrigued at the idea of a long road trip with the three brothers. “I’ve never been driving that far,” she told him. “How long will it take?”

  “Probably about two days. I’ll just be able to make it back to my home in time to go to work next week.”

  “Great and I’ll make it to my home in time to start shooting my new movie next month.” She gave a sad smile. Her voice did not contain any enthusiasm.

  He gave her rump a pat through the shaggy jeans she wore and scooted her off his lap. “Don’t you dare complain. You have a life everyone else wishes they had.”

  She kneeled down to the floor to pick out the T-shirt at the bottom of his bag. “Yeah, and I wish I had everyone else’s life. Go figure.”

  When she found the shirt, she pulled it over her head. She took a deep breath and forced herself not to cry and to make the best of things because she knew that’s what he wanted her to do.

  “Actually, I am looking forward to spending a couple of days out on the road with you guys.”

  He had put on his coat and was heading out the door. “I’m going to go and tell them the change of plans. I’m sure they’ll be looking forward to it, too.”

  * * * *

  They were driving south along a Colorado State highway, skirting the Rocky Mountains to the west. Ethan drove, and Brad sat up front with him. Chrissie was in the back with Scott and the three dogs.

  “There’s a mall up ahead in the next town,” Brad called back to her from the front. “You want us to stop there?”

  “Oh please!” Chrissie could hardly wait.

  Brad and Scott had taken the news of their change
of plans well. In a way, Chrissie thought perhaps they were relieved. They got to spend more time with her, but they were no longer being asked to leave behind their lives, and all three guys were anxious to see Hollywood and her home there. Ethan had come to the rescue of his younger brothers. Chrissie felt that he had probably done that a lot during their lives. She only wished that she had someone who would come to her rescue before these next two days ended.

  Chrissie’s way of dealing with it was to try and block it out of her mind. She had the next two days to spend in this truck with these three guys who she had come to care for so much in such a short time. She forced herself to focus on those two days and not on the time that would come after they got her back to her home. She could only imagine what her daddy would be like when she first saw him again, and each time those bad thoughts tried to work their way into her mind, she forced them back with all the courage she could muster.

  In another half hour, Ethan had pulled up the truck into a parking stall at the local mall of the small town they were passing through. When Scott helped Chrissie to hop down out of the truck, she had to pull up her jeans or risk them falling to her ankles. She was so ready to buy a change of clothes in this mall. She had gone shopping at some of the finest stores in the world, but at that moment none of them had ever looked better than that small-town mall.

  “Do you have any money with you, Chrissie?” Ethan asked her as the four of them started to make their way across the mall’s parking lot. Scott was bringing up the rear tending to the three dogs.

  “I don’t have any cash,” she answered him. “But I have all my credit cards. Don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

  “But it’s risky if you use those cards. If your dad has convinced anyone in law enforcement that you really were kidnapped, they may be looking for them. If you use them, we might have a lot of questions to answer.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” Scott called from the back. He had to run to the side to get Skipper to catch up with them. “I’ve got some cash with me. I’ll buy Chrissie whatever she needs. One of you guys will have to stay out here with Skipper and Chrissie’s dogs.”