I looked up into her eyes as she settled across my hips, her soaking core still tight around my cock. She leaned forward, her hair spilling over her shoulders and around my face as she inched off to kiss me.
I bucked upward, fucking her with just the tip so we could keep our lip lock, but then when she sat up, she winced at the pain from taking me deep again.
The bulk of my base was spreading her wider than I’d imagined. It was as if there was a rubber band around my dick she was so tight. Her release had her quaking around it, milking me for my cum.
The feeling of our bodies, flesh to flesh with nothing between us was a sensation I’d never allowed myself to have; a risk I never wanted to take, but as her wet warmth blossomed around me, I knew I’d never want to have her any other way.
I sat up and brought my arm around her waist, and she rocked steadily against me as she found her rhythm. It was even better than all of those moments I’d dreamed about and washed away the pain of all those nights I’d sat in regret from letting her go. As another orgasm ripped through her, clenching my cock with her walls, she made that purring noise I’d loved so much and longed to hear again.
“There’s my little Kitten, that’s right, purr for me.” I closed her in a tight embrace and thrust as her tits pressed tight against my chin. I lowered my head to capture her tight nipple in my lips and suckled as she rode out the aftershocks. I pressed her up against me and rolled us back over so I was on top on the soft bed. Her blond hair splayed out across the covers as she gave me a lazy grin.
“I want you to come inside me Duncan.”
Her words had me thrusting deeper, and I was more than willing to oblige. Her core gripped me. Her slick walls were a warm vise as my balls tightened preparing for my big finish. I lifted her legs and braced her hips at a tilt as I pounded through my release.
My warm jets shot through my shaft, spurting into her depths, filling her tight little hole and she moaned in pleasure and another orgasm piggy-backed my own. I ground deep and didn’t pull out for quite some time, hoping that moment of ecstasy would never end.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DUNCAN
Watching Rachel work was fascinating to me, and I had the perfect job that gave me a front row seat to the action, at least for a while. I’d sure enjoy it while it lasted and I made a mental note to thank my sister again. I’d been angry with her at first, but I was happy she’d gotten me and Rachel back in each other’s lives.
The moment Brock showed up on set, though, my mood changed. The little punk was way too familiar with Rachel, and I’d noticed he took no restraint with the way he touched her. I imagined myself holding him down and snapping his arm like a twig, but then Rachel glanced over and gave me a bright smile, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips and give her one right back.
I had been thinking about the next time since the last, but she’d been a bit sore, so I was taking it easy on her, for now. It was easy to get addic
ted and with us both having something we’d never had before, it made it even more special for me. I wish we hadn’t waited, but it was definitely worth it.
I glanced to the back door where a couple of teenagers had planned to slip inside after we finished for the day, but I’d caught them camped out behind the dumpsters with a backpack full of snacks and Star’s latest CD and a few magazines they’d hoped she’d sign. They were harmless, but it showed me the lengths that some obsessed fans would go through to catch a peek at their shining Star Summers.
When I looked back across the room, I took a step forward seeing that Brock had his arm around Rachel, his hand resting on the small of her back. She seemed to cower a bit like he was some kind of bird of prey and she was his feast.
I was just about to walk over and distract him from his attempts when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
“You’re a lousy guard. I walked right in the place, and I could have been a maniac.” I turned to see my beautiful sister, her face glowing with a wide grin and her eyes widened at the set before us.
“You are a maniac. And I know you didn’t get past Patrick outside without him noticing.” I’d had my best guard come aboard to give him a bit of a break, but he wasn’t a slacker.
“Yeah, he stopped me. He frisked me too, said it was standard procedure.” She lifted her shoulder.
I narrowed my eyes. “Did he? So, I should go break his neck for touching my sister?”
“You really would, wouldn’t you? I mean, if I were telling the truth.” She threw her arms around me, and I glanced over her shoulder across the room to see what Brock was up to. His arm had moved, but he was still hovering close to her. Too close.
“I would, even though he’s my best man.” I turned my eyes back to the cocky producer, and my sister noticed my anger.
“Wow, who’s that icy glare for?” She followed my eyes to see the loser in action. “Oh my, promise me you won’t kill him. Harris would be terribly upset if this deal goes sour and you’re not only representing your company and your reputation but mine and Harris’ as well.”
“Relax, I’ll spare him his life, but she really could be more assertive and tell him to stop pawing at her.” I ground my teeth together and turned my attention to my baby sister. “So, to what do I owe this honor, or did you come to see Rachel?”
“I came to see you both. I hoped I’d find you in a better place than you were a week ago, but it seems that’s not a problem. Did the two of you kiss and make up?” There was a gleam in her eye, and I knew she meant to pry for much more information than that.
I tried to keep my smile in check as I responded. “There were kisses.”
Her eyes flared, and she let out a little squeal of delight. “Okay, I’ll spare you the torment of asking for details, but just so you know, I’m going to ask Rachel all about it and you better have treated her like a lady.”
My smile played around one corner of my mouth, and she giggled and turned her attention back to Rachel across the room who was headed our way, thankfully without the producer as her shadow.
“I’m so happy for you!” Shauna closed the last few steps and pulled Rachel into a hug. “I know congratulations are in order, but I’ll spare you both the embarrassment, but I really want to take you out to lunch.” She glanced back and forth from me to Rachel and back again waiting for our answer.