Page 74 of In the Stars

I swallow roughly and say, “So I can stop if I want.”

He smiles sadly. “Yes baby. You get yourself ready, and you’ll ride me. You’ll be in control every step of the way. And if you want me to stop at any time, just say the word.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He goes to my nightstand, pulls out the bottle of lube, and hands it to me. “Go slow. If you don’t like anything, we can stop.”

I’m choked up as I take the lube from him and coat myfingers. Only someone like Jaxon could make me feel so safe and secure when I’m at my most vulnerable.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I think back to what he did when I watched him when we were in Canada.

A gasp leaves my lips when I touch myself there. A crawling feeling races over my skin, but I push it away as I watch Jaxon watch me. My touch doesn’t feel bad, nothing like the hands that used to pry me open, so I’m able to separate my past from my present.

Once I get used to one finger, I slide in another one, stroking over that magic button that Jaxon told me was there. A faint moan leaves my lips when I curl my digits and brush against my walls.

“Can I touch you?” Jaxon asks, his hands tight at his side. His eyes are molten as he stares at me, but they’re also guarded, as if he can beat back his arousal if I want to stop this. Which makes me want to have him even more.

I nod. “Please.”

His hands are soft and gentle on my thighs as he rubs up and down. Goose bumps erupt across my skin as I shudder under him. My fingers press into my hole deeper before I add a third. I’m stretched to my max and coming undone when Jaxon leans over me and sucks my shaft into his mouth.

A strangled groan leaves my throat as I push up into him. His gaze lifts to mine, and he searches my face. When I nod, he sighs around me and sucks me in deeper as I work myself open.

God, this is what I always wanted, isn’t it? To love and be loved, to have my boundaries respected, to feel so high off my partner that I can hardly contain my arousal.

Jaxon takes me in to the hilt, humming in appreciationaround me. I moan raggedly, these sensations too much for me to gauge at once. His hands still rubbing my thighs, the warmth of his mouth around my dick, the timbre of his humming. It’s putting me too close to the edge.

In a strangled voice, I whisper, “I’m ready.”

He pulls off my shaft and grabs the lube, slicking up his cock. Then he lies beside me and grabs me by the hip, maneuvering me on top of him. “If you want to stop?—”

“I’ll tell you,” I whisper.

“Do you want my help?” I nod. “Spread yourself apart, and I’ll line my cock up. Sink down and take me in at your own pace.”

I blow out a shaky breath, and do what he says, pulling my ass cheeks apart so my hole is exposed. Jaxon keeps his eyes on me as he stands his cock up. Slowly, I lower myself and feel the head of his dick breach my opening.

Against my will, I freeze up, removing my hands from my cheeks and placing them against his chest. I squeeze him hard enough to cause marks, but Jaxon doesn’t even flinch. He just maintains eye contact, those gray orbs keeping me grounded.

When I have myself under control, I start to sink down onto him, his dick sliding past the bundle of muscle I felt inside Jaxon. It’s easier for me to lower myself after that, and the pain all but vanishes.

I’ve experienced this full feeling before, but it’s never been like this. Never been because I wanted it or because I asked for it.

Being with Jaxon though, I can’t think of anyone but him. For now, my past is blotted out, and Jaxon is all I see, smell, taste, and feel.

“You okay?” he asks in a tight voice.

I roll my hips experimentally, and we both gasp. “Oh fuck. Yes. I’m good.”

I ride Jaxon slowly, taking his hands and placing them on my hips while I fuck myself on him.

It’s better than I could have imagined. Moan after moan spills from my lips, tears leaking down my cheeks.

“Can I kiss you?” Jaxon asks, and I cry harder, my consent necessary before he does anything.

“Yes, please,” I sob, and he sits up, cupping my face as he presses his lips to mine. The feel of his mouth while he’s inside me makes my dick go rigid, and I moan against him.

He holds on to me while I move up and down. Jaxon doesn’t control my movements or make me go faster. He lets me set the pace, and I’m so fucking grateful for that.

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