Page 591 of Lodestar

Instead, I hovered there, just waiting, waiting. Enjoying. Suffering. Needing…

When he twisted us around so I was on my back, I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the words to argue.

I just lay there, feeling him start to thrust into me as the vibrator worked its magic.

My eyes popped open the first time he hit home.

“God, Conor, my… I… You?—”

“I know, naughty girl. It’s too good,” he teased, licking my earlobe before sucking on it.

I shivered at the move.

He pulled the vibrator away.

I glowered at him. “What are you doing?”

“If it’s too much then?—”

Huffing, I snagged the damn thing from his grasp and muttered, “You just go back to doing what you’re doing and leave this to me.”

“It’s enough to emasculate a man.”

I sniffed. “There’s no fun in using this alone. Now, get busy.”

Though he chuckled, he complied. I shuddered as he retreated then fucked hard into me.

The growl that escaped me was pure hunger.

Goddamn, that felt good.

I’d tried the toy without him there but it wasn’t as much fun as having him fill me. But with a face, a body, and a cock like Conor’s, why would it be better without him in the freakin’ room?

As he sped up, the vibrations worked their torturous magic and I came around him, clutching at his shaft, back arching, offering myself up to him on the altar of release.

When he tugged on one of my nipples, I released a hissed breath. “F-Fuck, Conor?—”

“You like that, huh, baby?” he grated out.

“I do. Christ, I do.” My feet moved higher on his body so I could dig my heels into his ass.

As he pumped faster into me, I could feel how close he was. Moving the vibrator so that it was rubbing against the side of his shaft, I wasn’t surprised when, barely a few seconds later, he was coming, his head tipped back, throat corded with the strain that came with orgasms.

Pulling the toy away, I switched it off and tossed it on the bed.

Only our heavy breathing dulled the silence of our room, then he collapsed on me and twisted us over again. When he tucked me inside the sheet, I didn’t bother moving.

“We have to get up soon.”

“Not yet,” he complained.

I peered at the clock on the nightstand. “In a half hour.”

He groaned. “Why was this a good idea again?”

“Because Troy wanted to throw Lyra a pool party for her birthday and she hasn’t made any friends in school apart from Kat yet. So, where better than here?”

Herewas Aidan’s estate upstate.

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