Catch A Falling Superstar: A New Adult Erotic Romance (12 page)

When I pulled the elastic of his boxer shorts away from his hard stomach, his large and beautiful cock swung out in its full length and hit his belly button with a fleshy smack. It was absolutely the biggest I'd seen. And it was beautiful in its masculine power. Of course, what else would you expect from a man who had everything?

Archer wanted something for himself too. He had discovered that my jeans were open, and he carefully inserted two fingers under my panties. I spread my thighs a little to give him better access. I wanted him to feel how wet I was for him, how much I wanted this.

The tips of his fingers reached the top of my slit and continued down the smooth, wet flesh until he encountered my clit, and it was like a bolt of lightning when he gently touched it. He didn't linger there, but continued down toward my opening.

“Oh princess,” he said when he felt the opening. “You're very wet.”

He kissed me deeper, his tongue making delicate circles down my throat. His fingers found an easy in and out motion in my pussy, while his thumb made delicious little circles on my clit, a heightening rhythm that had me spreading my legs wider and gasping.

“Oh, deeper,” I moaned, trying to draw him in. With a wet squelch he slid his fingers as far into me as he could, as his thumb was still working round and round my clit. Oh, I would come pretty soon... but I didn't want that yet. I wanted something more.

“I want you in me,” I panted.

“Suits me fine,” he said in a low growl. He was impatient now, and his magnificent cock still stood proudly up out of his pants and shorts. He helped my pull my shoes off, then discarded his own and pulled down his own jeans. It was remarkable - his cock must have been extremely hard, because even when he was standing up, it stood vertically up along his abdomen. Not that I'd seen that many cocks in my life, but the ones I'd seen had always only stood out horizontally at best, sometimes drooping a little. But this big, hard one... I wanted that inside me, I wanted to receive it in my most secret and intimate place.

Archer had the same idea. He placed me on the soft couch, then pulled my hips to him so I was sitting on the edge of the seat cushion with my bare ass. Then he spread my knees and opened me.

I felt the cool air on my hot pussy, and it turned me on even more. I was ready for him now. He kneeled on the floor, between my legs. His thick, long cock was stiffer than ever and leaking pre-cum.

I lay back and spread my legs more, wanting him to see all of me and to take what I offered. My whole body was flushed with a delicious, pulsating heat. I watched him slip his cock through my fleshy folds, up and down, making it wet and slippery enough to take me right. He placed the head of his manhood at my entrance and slid it up and down to make it wet for the penetration that would follow. He was taking his time, showing me that he was in charge, and I wasn't. I loved it, and needed him even more.

I lifted my hips in frustration.

“Take meeee!” I groaned. Then he looked me deep in my eyes with his green laser eyes and pressed his hips forward, pushing the head of his hard, searingly hot cock into me.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned.

“Yeeees!” I pushed my hips into his. “Fuck me!”

I could feel that my pussy had to stretch to accommodate his size, and for a split second it almost felt painful, and I wondered if he'd split me open. But no - my body made room for him to take me as he slid all the way inside, filling me up like I'd never been before.

He bottomed out in me and paused, feeling me around him. His cock and his eyes filled all of my consciousness - there was no room for anything else. He was taking me, body and soul, and I loved it. Then he pulled almost all the way out, and plunged back in. It was almost too much for my senses, and I arched my back in bliss, feeling my eyes rolling back. I was so wet, I could feel it on my thighs.

Now he was setting up a steady, firm rhythm, fucking me in the depths of my body, satisfying my very primitive urge to be taken. He leaned in, and I slipped my arms around his neck, seeking his eyes, losing myself in the feel of his body, his belly moving against mine.

“Oh yeeeees!” I urged him om, working under him, reveling in our wet heat. The strong smell of my wet pussy permeated the room. His cock throbbed inside me as again and again he thrust into me, burying himself to my deepest.

Because of the angle and the size of his manhood, he was able to move the root of it against my clit, sending little lightning bolts out into my pelvis and further down in my pussy. I grabbed his arms, hard with ropey muscle, to pull myself closer to him and increase the sensation on my clit. I was going to come from this, I knew. And soon, too. I had been building up to this for hours, whether I'd known it or not.

I felt the swell of an orgasm starting deep in me, pulsating in time with his deep thrusts and the motion against my clit, growing like waves, stronger and stronger. He must have understood what was going on, because he quickened his rhythm and brought me past the point of no return.

I think I held my breath as I felt the huge wave of the climax spreading like fire through my pelvis. Then I threw my head back and moaned uncontrollably. I felt my thighs tremble and I heard the wet, fleshy noises of his cock fucking me hard and fast. He knew what he was doing - the fast rhythm as he bottomed out in me again and again just made the orgasm harder.

It was already the best and hardest orgasm I'd ever had. I was lost in my own climax and the huge wave of pleasure that rolled through me. And then I looked at his face, with the intense, green eyes - and it was Archer Stratton fucking me, the super world famous icon of coolness and success. He was inside me, taking me deep in my most secret depths, like he had so many super famous girls, superstars in their own right.

That released a new wave in me, and I gasped and stared at him in awe and surprise and bliss as it flowed through me and shook me to my core, as he kept thrusting his hot steel into me.

Two waves like that had never happened before. Then I felt that I could, if I wanted, get even more. And I
did
want that. I locked eyes with the man who had been elected sexiest man in the world for two years running and saw a face that I had seen many times on television, on magazine covers and in super size at the movie theater. And he was inside me, fucking me, and the smell of my own surrender was so very strong, mixed with the musky presence of his body...

The orgasms kept coming in wave after wave, one not much weaker than the next, until I was sure I'd been in continuous climax for twenty minutes or more. And he was still taking me...

Finally I had to end it.

“Please, no more,” I managed between blissful moans. “I'll die.”

He went slower then, and finally came to a stop buried in me. He was experienced enough to know that after making a woman orgasm, he had to withdraw his manhood slowly, or the pussy would feel too empty and unpleasant. He did, still rock hard.

“You enjoyed that, huh,” he growled.

I just lay there, panting, and I'm sure my eyes had a glassy look. I still had little aftershocks going through me. But I was also conscious that although I'd just had my first serial orgasm, and the hardest orgasm ever, too, Archer had not come yet. And he deserved that, so very much. In the emotional turmoil I couldn't help feeling sad for him! He had given me such a wonderful experience, so selflessly, and he's not climaxed himself! I almost wanted to cry for him.

“Please let me take care of that,” I said, motioning to his cock. “But let me recover for a minute first. You really fucked the daylights out of me. Oh fuck, you're amazing.”

He sat down beside me, and I reached for his cock. It was wet with my juices, hard and stiff and smooth. My fingers didn't reach all the way around the shaft as I started to gently slide my hand up and down.

“Wait.” I became aware that I was still wearing my top and bra. No, they had to go. I wanted to be naked for him, show him everything. I quickly pulled off my top, then turned my back to him and said “unsnap me?”

But he was not one to follow orders. He gently put a hand on my back on pushed forward, having me lean my face down and my butt up. He cupped my ass on both sides, checking my firmness, then spread it open, hard, seeing all my secrets. Did he want that option, too? He would get it if he wanted. He could get anything from me right now.

Then, with a practiced movement, he unsnapped my bra, and it fell away. I turned back to let him see my boobs for the first time. They're not particularly big, but they're firm enough. From his sharp intake of breath I guessed that he liked them.

Now, finally, it was his turn. I got on my knees in front of where he was sitting on the couch, his thighs splayed out wide. I got between them and placed my mouth on his shaft, over my hand. I could smell and taste my own juices, and I felt a new eruption of his own tasteless pre-cum.

He was still stiff as a steel rod and obviously ready. I took him in as deep as I could. His thickness and length filled my mouth, and it excited me again. With my free hand I touched my clit to check if it might be possible to... no, it was much too sore for another round anytime soon.

He had both his hands on my chest, cupping and caressing my boobs. He groaned and pressed his hips up, straining to get further into me. But I took him as far as I could, right to the gag reflex, and then I deliberately swallowed to take him past that, too. I got him pretty deep in my throat.

At the same time I slid my lips up and down his manhood, admiring the hardness of his throbbing length. Very soon he made noises that told me he was close. No wonder – he'd been fucking me like a piston through a whole lot of orgasms. It wouldn't take him long to get there now..

“I'm going to cum soon, baby,” he said in a strained voice. I knew why – it was a gentlemanly warning to take my mouth off his shaft if I didn't want to take his load in my mouth. But I
did
want that. I would have done anything for him at that moment, and taking this superstar's juices in me and keeping them seemed almost like a gift from him.

“Very close now,” he issued the final warning and squeezed my boobs a little harder for emphasis. But I kept my mouth on him, increased the speed and the pressure around his shaft, and then he was grunting, arching his back and spraying his searing hot cum into my mouth. He kept it going for four of five major spurts, and I did my best to swallow as much of it as possible. It was not difficult. Then he was done, and I gently took his still stiff cock out of my mouth, lovingly kissed the tip and put it back inside his shorts.

He looked at me with a blissful little smile.

“That was... that was very nice,” he rumbled slowly.

I suddenly became conscious of my nakedness, and grabbed my panties and top to get a
little
decent, at least. Then I sat down beside him.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It was... just wonderful.”

I suddenly felt self-conscious. It was not as if I was his girlfriend. I had wanted what we had done, and I didn't feel cheap at all. It had been meaningful to me. But what now? I had just had mind-blowing sex with Archer Stratton. That anything long term would come out of this seemed completely impossible. He probably did things like this with fangirls daily. What was special about me? Nothing. And now, he probably wanted to leave, go back to his trailer and his movies. I would not try to hold him back. But I wouldn't kick him out, either. I could see that it was dark outside.

I looked up at him. He was looking right back, a small smile playing on his lips. I got the feeling that he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Do you know what time it is? I don't have my phone.”

I consulted my own. “It's ten.”

“I should call the security chief, tell him I'm okay. Wouldn't want them to raise the alarm.”

I unlocked my phone and handed it over.

“Yeah, I guess they'd have to if you didn't return.”

“Maybe. They should be used to me being missing for a few hours. Happens all the time. That sound stage and the locations get suffocating after a while. Sometimes I have to get away.”

He looked at my phone as if trying to remember something.

“Thing is, I usually bring my phone with all the numbers stored. I have no idea what the security chief's number is. Or anyone else. I only remember Kate's number.”

“Your former personal assistant? Don't you think she still has all the relevant numbers?”

“Oh, I'm sure she does. But I don't want to disturb her now. It'd be a little weird if I called her at this hour, just to ask how she's doing, and then say “by the way, do you have the number for so-and-so, which you know I also have on my phone, so you know that I'm somewhere without my phone, and that's the real reason I called you?” Not so nice for her. Nope, not calling her. But it means... I have to go back there.”

And I thought,
okay, this is it
. This is where he leaves. He's doing it well, being very smooth. He has a good excuse. He got his rocks off, he was pretty well entertained all day, and now he goes back to his magnificent life. And suddenly I remembered what the medic had said that morning: “
... until he's maybe not so nice
”. Well, he'd been pretty nice to me. But maybe this was for the best.

Fine. I had a really good day to look back on and tell my grandkids about, although I knew I would spend the night dissolved in tears. And probably all the next day. And probably the next few nights. Because I was in love. Without any doubt. More than ever.

I would have done many things to keep him in my life at that moment.

I was already starting to feel empty, my throat already feeling sore from the grief that was starting to overwhelm me now that he was leaving. He was still here, but my little living room looked smaller and emptier than ever before. I had seen a slice of his life, sharing a whole day with him, and that was probably just as good as a lifetime with an ordinary man from my own unglamorous world.

He got to his feet and started to button his fly. Then he casually looked at me with his green eyes, his face open.