Blaze (The Stark Affair Book 3) (4 page)

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“Where
are you?” says Colton Stark.

I
shake my head. “Huh?”

“You
drifted away. You weren’t here.”

I
loosen my grip on him and move away. “No, I’m here.”

We’re
heading out into the darkness now, the lights of Key Biscayne on our left.

He
takes us out and around, heading north. The glittering lights of South Beach
are directly ahead of us.

Abruptly,
Colton Stark turns me around and pushes me into the passenger seat. He straps
me in. Then he sits and straps himself in.

I
grip the hand rests because I sense what’s coming.

He
fires the
Mercs
and guns us forward. Soon we’re
outside the mile markers and into the deep ocean.

Holy
fuck! I didn’t think a boat could go this fast. We must be doing sixty,
bouncing hard against the waves heading for the Bahamas.

He
turns and smiles at me.

His
smile washes away my thoughts.

Then
he makes a big wide slow circle and guns it back in a straight line toward
Miami.

I
feel an adrenaline rush as we speed toward the horizon, almost completely
filling my vision with its long line of condos stretching all the way up the
coast.

Then,
just as abruptly, he slows down and kills the engine.

We’re
stopped about a mile out, South Beach with its arsenal of neon glitter lighting
up the sky ahead of us. The only sound is the gentle lapping of the water all
around, the vast stretch of the city filling our peripheral vision in both
directions.

“I’m
addicted to speed,” he says. “Not the drug. Actual speed.”

“Couldn’t
tell.”

The
boat bobs gently on the water. It’s much calmer out here. Strange.

“I
like the view from here,” he says. “Just far enough away from the vileness of
it all, nearing freedom. All my problems don’t exist here. Time seems to slow
down, almost stop even. When I find myself thinking too much, I come out here
and everything clears up. Nothing like a different perspective to help figure
things out.”

His
hand finds mine. The touch is electric.

“This
is it right here,” he says.

“What?”

“This.
This is all there is.”

“So
many people in that glitzy skyline ahead of us living lives of deceit and money
and power. Playing games of who has the bigger house or the bigger car.
But for what?
When this...” He taps my hand. “...
is
all anyone needs. A hand. A heart.
Someone
who understands.
Someone who gets it.
That's
all any of us ever needs. We're just spots, speckles in the dust that aren't
here for very long. In that brief moment
this
is everything. If we can find
this
,
we've found life’s answer. No mansions necessary. No yachts. No million
dollar
trust funds. Just
this
.
Two hands touching under the moonlight on the water.
If
we can find this kind of connection, we've truly lived. Tonight. If even for
just one moment.”

I
forget about everything. My memories fade. My assignment fades. All that exists
is
us and the clouds overhead
.

There
is a huge spot of clear sky directly above us. It’s full of stars.

Colton
Stark puts his arm around me. I sink my head onto his massive shoulder and wrap
myself around him.

“You’re
not a criminal,” I say.

“
Shhh
,” he says. “Nothing matters out here. I’m not me.
You’re not you. We’re free from it all.”

He
moves toward me at the same moment I move toward him.

Damn.

Who
was I even trying to kid?

We
both knew this was going to happen again if we were within ten feet of each
other.

Oh
hell, we knew it was going to happen again if we were within ten thousand miles
of each other.

As
he kisses me, I feel at home.

His
tongue finds my neck. My head goes back, surrendering to his touch.

He
smells of a delightful blend of musky pine. His skin is firm to the touch, a
little rough around the thick sinewy muscles.

His
hands find my waist, pulling my hips into his. I can feel his massive erection
through our clothing.

I
get wet every time I see him, but right now I'm streaming a river as my hands
go up to his shoulders.

He
pushes me down into the passenger seat and gets on his knees. He's down by my
calf muscles.

What
the fuck is he doing?

His
tongue presses into my skin, dragging long lines up and down the backs of my
legs. At the same time, his hands run up the backs of my thighs to my ass. Then
he squeezes and moves them back down again, massaging as he goes... all the way
to my feet.

His
breath is hot on my inner thighs. Sharp impulses travel upward from the heat to
my pussy. I squirm in the seat, running my hands through his hair.

"You
smell wonderful," he says.

Yeah
right. Even I can smell my pussy.

He
continues licking my legs, which is making me even hornier. His tongue dances
in little circles as he moves up to the front of my thighs, again cupping his
hands under me all the way up to my ass under my dress. His fingers poke my
taint.

Oh
God! I'm losing it. I want him. I so want him. I want to get fucked.

His
hot breath moves up to a higher spot on my inner thighs, his tongue pressing
hard. His hands cup my ass and spread my cheeks. I feel a finger graze across
my asshole.

Ah!

Then
his face is in my crotch over my panties. He's breathing heavily, inhaling me.
His hands move up over my dress in the front, then around to the back. He finds
the zipper and loosens the dress.

"I'd
love to tear that dress off of you," he says. "But I don't have a
spare on the boat. And besides, I want to see it on you again."

Keep
saying shit like that. Please.

He
slinks the dress down, tossing it to the side.

He
undoes my bra and removes it faster than any man ever has. He pounces on my
breasts, licking in circles while running his teeth over my nipples.

My
hips buck. Can't help it.

I
dig my fingernails into his back, clenching his powerful frame like I'm trying
to meld with it.

His
tongue finds the space between my breasts and draws a straight wet line all the
way up to my neck. There, he lightly bites me as he licks his way up to my left
ear.

I
pound his back as he bits my lobe and sticks his tongue in my ear.

God,
I'm melting. I sense his commanding presence all above me, all around me. My
hands explore his sides as his mouth moves on top of mine.

He
kisses me with a fury.

Goddamn!

Our
tongues tussle in a harsh wet press, our lips smashed up against each other. I
feel his hard cock again, now pressing on top of me with its rigid weight. I so
can't wait to get it into my mouth! I still haven't tasted it... nor felt his
salty man elixir dripping down the back of my throat.

My
hands undo the buttons of his shirt as he kisses me. I try to be delicate, but
I almost rip it off him. He finishes the job for me, tossing it aside.

He
moves a couple inches away from me and I open my eyes. God, his eyes are deep.
They're magnificent pools of blue, barely visible in the dim lights of
civilization. But just enough to send lightning bolts through my body.

He
kisses me again. His stubble is soft and yet rough, brushing my skin in a
masculine slide.

He
moves up away from me again. I look down at his chest. God, it's huge!

I'm
surprised his muscles didn't tear through that shirt. I mean
,
I know I saw them before, but they seem new and more powerful.
Flexing and un-flexing, tight sheaths of manly essence.

I
notice a droplet of sweat on his forehead. I lean up and lick it off, tasting
his taut flesh. I allow my lips to move down his face, exploring the jagged
peaks under his high cheekbones, his aquiline nose, and his jutting craggy
chin.

Then
his hips move into me, pressing down on my crotch over my now-useless panties.

He
dives down to my neck again, licking in a frenzy of heat and wet swirls. I put
my head back and look up at the stars through the opening in the clouds.

Oh
God, thank you for this!

His
face moves down past my breast to my stomach. He swirls his tongue all around,
dipping inside my belly button as his hands press in long strokes down my sides
to my hips.

He
takes my panties down and dives into my pussy.

My
legs fly up as his tongue presses onto my clit.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh
God, he's good!

Whatever
he's doing now is different from what he did the other day at the gym. It's
like he's running a whole different program. He presses hard on my clit while a
finger curls up inside me. It hits my spot and I shake all over, moving into
launch mode. It didn't take much. I was so ready before.

Then
I feel a second finger joining the first, spreading me open. I pull his hair as
his tongue does amazing things with my clit.

Then
one finger leaves my pussy and travels down my taint to my asshole.

Oh
God yes!

It
presses on my backdoor, rubbing my girl juice all around the ridges.

Then
I feel his tongue pressing in, adding some needed moisture. Then the finger
slides in. With his other hand, he puts a finger in my mouth. I suck on it
ravenously.

With
three fingers inside me in three different places, he moves them all back and
forth. Then licks the head of my clit in one strong swoop.

I
come.

"God!"
I shout as my body shakes, my pussy and asshole both clenching down on their
separate invaders.

So
good!

A
thin sheen of sweat has formed across the front of my naked body. He pulls out
of all my holes and travels upward with his tongue travels upward over my
tummy, lapping me up as he goes.

Then
he begins undoing his belt and pants. I help, pulling them down. No underwear.
Good idea. Wish I had thought of that.

Out
comes my buddy again. Oh dear sweet heaven, what a beautiful cock! I want to
sculpt it.

He's
about to climb on top of me but I push him back. He flops into the driver's
seat as I go down on my knees. I dive my head into and around his glorious rod
with its stunning commanding head rising up to the sky.
Tight
hard balls with tight little ridges.

I
start there, licking and tasting rough musky man. I take his balls into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around them while placing my hands firmly on both
sides of his thighs.

Then
I move up to the tower above me, starting at its rock-solid base. God, how much
girth does this monster have? Was this really inside my pussy?

I
make little pressing movements with my tongue all up the shaft, traveling in
circles around it. It takes me a while to get to the massive flared head at the
top with its little launch hole. I open my mouth and take its entire
circumference inside.

God,
it's fucking huge!

I
try to get it all the way to the back of my throat, but I just don't know if my
mouth will open that wide. My jaw hurts a little, sending a spasm that makes me
accidentally graze him with my teeth.

He
groans.
Hm
, maybe he likes that.

I
figure I'll just suck on his head for a while. Part of the problem is that it's
been so long since I've had cock in my mouth. Come to think of it, it was
before the night at Flamingo Terrace Apartments. It was Mike.

Stop
thinking, Sofia! Suck!

I
suck. And suck and suck and suck. I gag a couple of times, spittle running out
of my mouth. I need to get back into practice. Maybe I'd better buy a dildo and
re-teach myself how to do this.

Because
it's amazing.
And I want to do this. I want this cock
exploding in my mouth.

I
massage his buttocks, streaming my hands up to his amazing abs and sides. Fuck,
they're so fucking hard. How much does this guy work out?

I
suck some more, adding a swirl of my tongue around the front of the shaft.

Then
I stop and stick my head into the little cubby between the front of his body
and the giant member. I lick there while my finger finds its way down to his
taint. I lick my finger to wet it, and then bring it down to his asshole.