Falling Star (Beautiful Chaos #2) (5 page)

Then she did something unexpected: she took my hand away, grabbed my arse, pulling me closer to her lips, and took most of my cock all the way inside her mouth. That was it. Within seconds I knew I’d explode—my warning last minute—last second. “I’m gonna come, Star—take your mouth away, baby, you may not like it.”

But she sucked on me harder, her eyes closed tight in concentration.

I was groaning as I fucked her hot wet mouth, my fantasy coming true, although I felt bad for her—so many weeks of abstinence all exploding in her innocent, virgin mouth . . . “Star!” I yelled out, my orgasm intense, deep and mind-blowingly powerful. And then the last words in the world I wanted escaped from my lips—words I had no right to be saying: “I love you,” I moaned. “I lo—” and I cut myself short, stopped myself from digging my grave any deeper than it already was.

T
HERE’S A FIRST TIME for everything, but I had never imagined I’d get so intimate with a man. Jake was huge and although I should have been intimidated by his size, I felt a raw fascination—giving him a blow-job was my way of getting closer to him. I began by just lightly kissing the tip of his erection, but before I knew it, a hunger arose in me; a hunger for power and control. This man was practically weeping with pleasure and it felt incredible.

That’s why I took all of him in my mouth. He was in ecstasy, but at the same time, thoughtful on my behalf—not forcing me, not being the way I had imagined most men would be: overbearing, selfish and greedy. I felt special and revered and it made me want him more. And when he said, “I love you, Star,” the moment was pure
magic
.

I licked off the last drops around my mouth, savoring the salty warmth that I’d avoided for so many years with other men, because the idea had grossed me out. I looked up through my wet lashes at Jake’s beautiful firm stomach, to his magnificent chest, and finally to his eyes, half-closed, full of sex, lust, and most importantly, love.

“Star, that was incredible.” He took me by the shoulders and raised me up to a standing position—the stretch felt good on my spine. I’d been crouched over him, the water beating down on us and hadn’t realized in my moment of passion—that I’d been pretty uncomfortable. He turned me around so my back was to him and started massaging my hair with shampoo. Nobody had washed my hair since Mom and I’d forgotten how soothing it was; such a gentle gesture of care and love. Simple but pure—an unselfish act—washing someone else’s hair. And boy, did my hair need some TLC after the prison scenes.

“You have such beautiful hair, Star.”

I leaned against him—letting out a long sigh—and gave myself over completely as he massaged my scalp, his firm fingers strong and purposeful—kneading me. Needing me. In that moment I felt that Jake Wild was in love with Star Davis and that we would conquer any obstacles. His girlfriend blip would be rinsed away like the water cleansing off the suds from my hair—he’d laugh about Cassie being fired, and he’d be all
mine
. It was obvious by the way he touched me; rough enough to show me that I was his possession, and gentle enough to make me know that he’d do anything for me. He was still rock-hard—I could feel his rod against my butt and it was making my belly pool with longing. Jake trailed kisses along the nape of my neck, his thumbs making their way from my scalp downwards, pressing gently into the knotted muscles in my shoulders. I relaxed completely, giving myself over to him.

“You’re so, so beautiful Star, you know that?” Jake breathed into my ear and his words shimmied through me like a soft breeze. He nipped my lobe and my body felt like it was on fire.

His deft fingers worked their way down my back to my waist, to the crease in my butt, brushing past the throbbing inside of my thighs—then they trailed back up to my waist, around my stomach and up to my breasts. I felt my nipples harden with the proximity of his large hands as he teased me—making circles around them; not touching my nipples. I groaned, heat pounding between my legs, silently willing him to do more. When he tweaked each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, a powerful tingle shot straight to my clit. I could sense my wetness—I was ready to let him take me. He was in love with me and that was all that mattered. He’d said the L word and I could feel the power of it in his touch—his need for me; the way he was worshipping my body.

Suddenly he spun me around so my back was against the shower wall, cool against the tiles, only the rising steam between us. He knelt down and sucked on a nipple, drawing it into his mouth, groaning—a feral sound coming deep within his throat, his Adam’s apple pulsing with desire. I trailed my eyes from the taut flexing muscles of his abdomen to the wispy line of fine hair beneath his bellybutton that led to his enormous erection. I felt another surge of wetness in my pussy and an ache I had never experienced before, of wanting a man inside me.

“I’m going to tease your clit, baby—don’t worry, I won’t enter you yet.”

All I could do was moan and he shut my whimpering sounds out with his mouth, his lips on mine, his tongue darting inside, muting my cries. His fingers slipped inside my wetness, one, then two, then three, his thumb circling my clit at the same time, and I writhed against the wall of the shower. He took his fingers out and popped them in his mouth, water gushing over both of us.

“Fuck, you tasty sex-kitten, you.”

“Jake, I love what you do to me,” I murmured, my eyelids fluttering in a carnal stupor.

He crouched down to my level, his legs planted wide, and gripping his huge erection guided it towards my opening. I moaned as he suddenly slapped me with his solid, thick cock. I pushed my hips at him. Then he slid his erection up and down my slit, careful not to enter me—literally fucking my clit with his wide, velvety crown. All my emotions were locked between my thighs. Then he changed up the rhythm; slapped my entrance again—where every single cell of my body seemed to be gathered in a riotous clamor—then he drove his erection directly on my clit until I was seeing stars—I was going to come any second.

“I’m not going to fuck you here in the shower, Star. No, baby. I’m gonna make you come and then I’ll take you to my bed where you can get on top of me and ride me.”

He continued to slide his dick up and down my hard nub, every now and then entering me half a millimeter—enough to have every single sensation—pounding, throbbing, tingling, joining together in blissful harmony. I arched my back and gripped onto his shoulders as he continued his teasing, torturous pleasure of rimming, circling, pounding—using his rock-hard erection, not to get himself off, but to pleasure
me
. A live sex toy—it was driving me wild. Yes, “Wild.”

“You can ride me when we’re on the bed, Star, and control the pace yourself. Dip your hot, tight, pussy on the tip of my cock and let me stretch you open, little by little—your little virgin pussy can control the pace so you don’t get split open by my size.”

His dirty talk was really turning me on—the idea of pure pleasure mixed with a touch of pain had me gasping as he continued to fuck my clit. I could feel the build-up about to explode into a crescendo of emotion. He rammed me once more, and I felt myself coming hard. Really hard.

“Oh, Jake, oh my God!”

I was falling into a thousand pieces.

His mouth was on mine—my climax so intense, rushing through my whole core like a tsunami wave—out of control.

“Tell me you love me again,” I said, urgency in my voice, gripping his scalp with my nails.

But he was silent—just kept kissing me like he hadn’t heard.

“Say those words again you said earlier, Jake—tell me you love me.” Another spasm of orgasm ripped right through me.

“Star, baby, I
care
for you,” he whispered.

I was still coming but confused—my brain a haze. “You said you loved me, Jake,” I whispered back into his mouth.

He mumbled, “Really, did I?”

What
??
What the hell game was he playing
? I snapped back to Planet Earth—my climax after-shocks dying down, his new words a total 180 from twenty minutes before. “Jake you told me you
loved
me!”

His lips tilted into a smirk and he finally let go of his cock: the “tool” that had completely undone me and turned me into this vulnerable wreck.

“Star, baby, the first lesson any woman needs to learn is that if a man says he loves you while he’s simultaneously coming, you shouldn’t believe him.” He winked at me as if what he’d said was cute and funny.

I pushed him off me—or tried to. He was strong. “What are you saying? That what you told me was
bullshit
?” I turned my head to the side so his lips were no longer on mine, and pressed my hands against his chest, attempting to lever him away from me.

“I must have meant them in the heat of the moment but—”

“You asshole!” I shrieked. “Get
off
me!”

“May I remind you that I was innocently having a shower and you stepped right in to join me, Star. Stripped naked and wanton—this was your idea, not mine.”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. “Give me the conditioner and get out of the shower,
asshole
!”

He chuckled again, and kissed me on the forehead, not taking my tirade seriously. “This is
my
shower!
My
trailer,” he said. “You’re my guest.”

“Then you should treat your guests with more courtesy. Just hand me some conditioner for my tangled hair and I’ll be gone.” My heart was pounding through my chest. Fury. Disbelief. But at the same time the most pronounced anger I had was toward myself. Jake Wild was a player. Everyone knew that. He himself had admitted he was a sex addict, and that I should keep well away from him. And most importantly of all:
Hellooo-o, Star
??
What were you thinking
?
HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND
!

“I don’t have any conditioner, I’m sorry,” was all he said. Not,
Baby, I didn’t mean it, of course I love you
, but sorry because he didn’t have any goddamn conditioner?? ASSWIPE!!

“Get out of my way, you worthless piece of . . . of . . . director,” I hissed at him, scrambling for the right words. “You’re in the wrong profession, Jake. You should be an actor instead. You had me pretty convinced, earlier, that you had real feelings for me, but it was your
dick
that was talking, not you. I suppose I should thank you for at least being honest.” I pushed him out of the way, shoved open the shower door and grabbed a towel. My hair was a matted mess—it was evident that, unlike his acting skills, his hair washing was less than professional.
Ugh
!

“Star, I never made you any promises—where’s all this coming from? You knew the score. I thought you understood!”

“Oh I understand, alright. I understand loud and clear, that you’re a two-timing jerk, that your ego is the size of the Empire State building, and that as long as you lie to women, you’ll never find happiness. I’ve been a fool to come anywhere near you and I regret it.” My words of irony hit me hard in the gut. “Come anywhere near”—yes, I’d
come
, alright. Big-time. And it had been the best sexual experience of my life. Tears welled in my eyes. He’d broken my heart with his
I love you
bullshit that I’d believed like the gullible fool I was. “This won’t be happening again,” I added bitterly, “I can guarantee you. I don’t like liars.”

“It wasn’t exactly a lie,” he said, trying to grab my wrist, but I shook him off—it was too late—the damage had been done.

I grabbed two more towels so there was nothing left for him to dry himself with, wrapped one around my hair, another over my shoulders, and one around my waist, and stormed out of his trailer, leaving my costume behind. We were done with the prison scenes—he could have my outfit as a memento of what a douchebag he’d been.

Mom was right.
Men, all of them . . . are LYING BASTARDS
! And I thanked my lucky stars (no pun intended) that my virginity was still intact. Close call.

A very,
very
close call.