The Stars Trilogy (48 page)

“Careful, it’s still hot.”

Smiling, he took the cup.

Here he was, having soup with a woman in the jungles of Asia, as if they didn’t fall from the sky aboard a plane. What were the odds of them surviving the crash? He really didn’t know. He just let go of his life in that crucial moment and surrendered everything to fate. But they survived and he had never felt happier to be alive, enjoying these precious moments with this woman right now.

Everybody must be going crazy looking for them now. Looking for them expecting to find mangled, rotting bodies.

Knowing Kelsey, she might be commandeering the Thai police by now. Cruz might be in contact with his Special Ops friends already, using modern devices to locate him, if they even had any idea where to look first. The Phuket Mountain Range was a vast wilderness, most parts, still virgin. He hoped the world didn’t know about this yet. He would hate for his millions of fans to think he was already dead.

But oddly, he was not overly concerned with his business in the civilization. What he was concerned about was their safety in the jungle. Other than that, he would be happy to camp out here with Celine for a whole month, away from the prying eyes of the media.

The thought staggered him. But after surviving the plane crash with her, after deciding to stay with her on the falling plane instead of saving his ass, he knew that she was more to him than a passing fancy. Jesus, he would actually face death with her? He didn’t know he had it in him, to sacrifice his life for another person.

Oh you did, once upon a time.

He shut off the sudden thought. He didn’t want to further examine his behavior, scared of the implications of his actions.

“I’ve never tasted soup this good,” he said.

She laughed. “The things that we take for granted.”

They ate in comfortable silence while the birds chirped above them.

After lunch, they went to investigate the south. They walked under the thick forest again. Celine’s feet were starting to hurt after fifteen minutes. The wrappers were not enough protection from abrasion. The soles of her feet felt sore and blistered. 

“How come I don’t hear any planes or choppers flying about?” she asked. “They should be looking for us now, right?”

“I’m thinking of that, too. Cruz would know what to do in situations like this. He’s an ex-marine.”

“Oh.”

They may be looking on the other side. It would be hard to find us under this lush vegetation. The flare would die before it could get past the trees. We need to find a clearing.”

They walked for another fifteen minutes more.

They heard a faint reverberating sound in the air. Coming closer.

“That’s a chopper!” she exclaimed.

Dare scanned the sky but he could barely see enough through the thick clusters of leaves above them. Dropping to his knees, he rummaged in his backpack. He extracted a metal box and opened it. It contained three red cylinders.

“It’s getting nearer!”

“Shit, shit!” He ran around, looking for a bigger opening above.

The sound of the chopper’s engine was so loud now, making the forest vibrate.

Dare popped a flare.

Nothing happened. He popped another and still, nothing happened. The chopper seemed to be passing directly above them, its engine thundering.

They both ran shouting under the trees, chasing the sound. The shrubbery was thick  they had difficulty moving quickly.

“Hey!!! Hey!!! Over here!!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.

The chopper’s sound faded into the distance.

Breathing hard, they both dropped to their knees on the moist ground.

“What happened to the flares?“ she asked him weakly, chasing her breath.

“Didn’t work.” He inspected the cylinder in his hand. He cursed. “Expired?! I can’t believe this!”

Her shoulders slumped. “Oh.”

He threw the useless cylinder away. “Dammit!”

They sat on the ground, disappointed.

Silence ensued. The chirping of the birds above them sounded so eerie.

“At least we know now that they’re looking for us. They’ll come back in these parts, for sure,” she told him to lighten their somber mood. In truth, she wasn’t THAT disappointed. She was enjoying their stay in the rainforest. When  the rescuers will find them, this idyllic time with Dare will end. She didn’t want it to end just yet.

He stood up. “Come on, let’s get going.”

He helped her to her feet.

“Are we going back to the plane?”

“We’ll explore further for another fifteen minutes, then we go back.”

They hiked again with no particular guide but his compass. Under this thick vegetation one could get lost. Everything looked the same, east, west, north and south.

Her arms and legs were itching so bad now from the leaves brushing against her skin.

After some time, he paused. “Wait...”

She stopped walking, too.

“Do you hear that?” he asked.

Her eyes widened. Yes, she could hear it, alright! It was music to her ears. ”Running water!”

Dare smiled broadly.

“Where is it coming from?”

“Over there,” he pointed to a direction.

They went to investigate and found a strip of heaven.

“Oh my God, look! It’s a small waterfall!”

“Looks like it. Come on, let’s check it out.”

They trekked down the slope going to the small body of water. It was a little paradise in the middle of the jungle. It wasn’t really a waterfall but a spring coming from the crevices of a huge rock formation. The bottom of the spring formed a small lagoon flowing into a small stream.

A stream would lead down hill to a river and more likely civilization.

Dare felt tremendous relief. At least they had a trail now.

“It’s like a natural jacuzzi! Let’s bathe!”

Celine was excited as a child. She crouched beside the lagoon and tested the water. “It’s warm! It’s a hot spring!”

“Be careful. Don’t touch the water yet. There might be parasites inhabiting there.” He crouched beside her and carefully inspected the water. It was clear as glass. There were small fishes swimming at the shallow bottom of the lagoon. That was a good sign. Parasite eggs served as food for the fry so they can’t survive in the water.  But he noticed something. The rock formations around the small lagoon looked a bit too flat to be natural. “This looks like it had been used before.”

“By who?”

“Maybe villagers, hunters or mountaineers who’d been in these parts.”

“Well, that’s great, right? Means we’re not far from a village?”

He didn’t comment. He wasn’t sure what kind of villagers inhabited these jungles. They could be savages. “Water’s safe for bathing but don’t drink it. There could be species of harmful parasites in the water that could mess up your insides.”

“Okay!” she said cheerfully.

“I’ll check the surroundings.”

He went on a twenty meter reconnaissance of the perimeter and found it safe enough. But water sources like this could be the hang out of thirsty wild animals. No one was really safe in any part of a jungle.

Celine had already removed her temporary foot wear, dipping her feet in the water. He observed her for a while from a distance. She looked like a carefree child.

She grinned at him when she saw him approach. “Can I bathe now?”

“Yeah.”

She started unbuckling the belt on her waist. She paused and glanced at him and found him looking.

He raised a brow. Smiling impishly, she turned around and removed her dress in front of him.

Brass little nymph now, huh? he thought, amused and rapidly filling up his fly with a boner. Gracious son of Judas, he couldn’t believe this outrageously sexy woman was a virgin when he took her.

He’d never had a virgin before and he certainly felt the difference. She’d been so fucking tight he could barely squeeze in his cock—

She shimmied out of her panties, presenting him a view of her heart-shaped backside.

Shit. How did they manufacture stuff like this in Asia? He’d like to clone her ten times so he can have an orgy with her.

Fully naked, she turned to step on the shallowest part of the lagoon and sat, submerging her body up to her chest. She laughed and made a really pleased sound. “Ohhhhh it feels soooooo gooooood!” She ducked her head in the water and came out, sighing in pleasure.

He was rooted there staring at her. It was probably the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Dare, come on! It’s really good! It’s like a hot tub. Maybe this place is a volcano underneath!”

He groped inside his backpack again and found a small soap. “Here!”

He threw the small box of soap at her. She caught it.

She looked at it, eyes wide then smiled at him broadly. “Aren’t you something, Dare Montgomery?”

He walked closer to her, dropping the backpack and putting his Mini-Uzi nearby for easy access.

Slowly, he removed his clothes.

She stared at him, her eyes inviting.

He stepped into the water fully naked, his cock fully erect. Her eyes were riveted on it.

“Oh my gosh, that’s scary…!”

He grinned. “Get used to it.”

He stood before her as she got her fill looking at his cock, her eyes going wider and wider as his shaft got thicker and longer.

“Like what you see, cupcake?”

She looked up at him nervously. “Uhm, are we going to practice?”

Damn if his dick didn’t rear up like a King Cobra at her scared little girl voice. She wasn’t acting, he knew that now. She was really afraid of his monster. Well, even seasoned pussies were, at first. He needed to break her in for some hard action in the future. He hadn’t even pierced her to the hilt and banged the shit out of her yet. He was actually afraid to lest he’d damage her sweet, virgin little kitty. He’d  avoided her kind like a plague. Too much responsibility of breaking them in. He preferred women who knew the game and the moves and could match his stamina during rough sex.

But his cock was throbbing so damn hard for this inexperienced little goddess. The mere thought of her tightness…the unique feeling of ripping past that tight ring of flesh unbroken in by any dick before him….

“Oh!” she gasped.

He chuckled. His cock just lurched. The curious little thing couldn’t take her eyes away from his junk. Damn, he’d never thought a woman staring at his cock with awe could arouse him so.

“It has a life of its own.” Her hand lifted to touch him but hesitated.

“Touch me,” he said softly.

She looked up at him but did nothing.

“Come on, you’ve touched it before.”

“It didn’t hurt me before.”

He sighed and sat down waist deep in the water in front of her.

The last thing he wanted was for his newly devirginized  lover to be scared shit of his big cock. That was like buying a brand new Bugatti and afraid of driving it. Celine must learn how to handle his equipment with ease and confidence. His sex life in the next months fully depended on it.

Okay, he must go back to the basics.

Familiarization.

It had been ages since he wanted to be really familiar with a woman. To get to know her body so intimately, to let her get to know his in the same way. He always liked fast sex. Never slow.

And never THIS slow.

Damn, it had been a while since he applied those old, old lessons in the art of seduction.

He picked up the soap she’d placed on a rock. “I want to bathe you.”

“Oh. Uhm…”

He sat on the rock bed on the side of the lagoon and helped her stand between his legs.

He now had full frontal access to her dripping, mouth-watering body.

Hot. Damn.

Dare, you lucky bastard.

He gently rubbed the soap on her body, avoiding her breasts and pussy.

By the time her skin was foaming all over with soapsuds, her breathing was already shallow and fast. Her nipples were twin peaks of ripe little berries now and he could see her clit peaking from her fleshy lips, engorged and asking for attention.

“Dare…” she moaned, her fingers digging on his shoulders.

“Hmm?” His hands kneaded and massaged her shapely bootie, molding the fat, firm globes within his palms, squeezing, his fingers skimming the crease in between, teasing her.

“Dare!”

“What, baby?”

She made a distressed sound and slapped his shoulder.

He smiled. She was still too bashful in verbalizing her desires. Which he found really sexy and refreshing. “Tell me what you want.”

“You know!”

“No, I don’t.” His fingers  snaked between her thighs, squishing soap, carefully avoiding her most sensitive part.  “Tell me, come on.”

“Touch me!”

“I’m touching you.”

“No, there!”

“Where? You have to tell me specifically where you want me to touch you further.”

She slapped his shoulder harder.

His palms slid toward the underside of her breasts, cupping the twin mounds possessively. “Here?”

“Uh-hmmmm. Yesssss!”

He massaged her knockers and squeezed them together and it created a crevice deep enough for future humping sessions. He couldn’t wait to fuck her tits. “These are mine. Mine alone, you understand?” He simultaneously rolled her nipples with his fingers.

“Ooooh Dare.” She sagged onto him, her knees going weak.

He caught her and turned her around so that her butt was pressed against his front.

Holding her in place around her hips with one arm, his massaged his way between her legs.

“Alright, let’s wash this little pussy cat.”

“Eww, gross!” she squeaked.

“How do you do it?”

“Dare!”

“Show me how you wash you pussy, sugar.”

“No way! You’re so gross!”

“Like this?” He made a deep swipe between her legs, his fingers sawing through her soft, slippery folds, directly rubbing her clit.

“Oh my God, ooooh…!”

His other hand joined the party. Soapsuds and her juices foamed together between her legs as he rubbed her there, his digits investigating sweet little crevices full of hot, vibrating nerves. Fuck, this pussy was dynamite! “Is this how you wash your pussy cat, baby? Hmmm?”