Page 75 of Second-Rate Superstar

Braxton clicked his tongue. “Oh, baby. Do you need some help?”

Dazed, I nodded, words still escaping me.

“Do you want me to love on you with my mouth . . . here?” He placed a tender kiss to my inner thigh before peeking up to gauge my reaction. I shook my head. “How about . . . here?” He moved further down my leg, brushing his lips against the back of my knee, causing me to whine in frustration. Smirking, his eyes darkened as his head moved to the apex of my thighs, so close my hips rose, trying to make contact. “What about . . . here?” He placed a barely there kiss against my clit, and my hips bucked off the couch. “Is that where you want me?”

“No.” The word was uttered so softly that I wondered if I’d even said it aloud.

Judging by how Braxton froze, lifting his head, I was betting that I did.

“No?” He arched an eyebrow, beginning to put space between us.

Willing my brain to convey the message properly instead of a garbled, lust-drunk mess of words, I took a deep breath. “I don’t want you there. Ineedyou there.”

A rush of air flew past Braxton’s plush lips. His relief that I wasn’t pushing him away was palpable. He would have stopped, of that I had no doubt, but he didn’t want to. Good thing for both of us, we were on the same page tonight.

His eyes dropped between my parted thighs, and he inhaled deeply. “I canseehow much you need me, Firefly. You’re fucking drenched, soaking the couch.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. My first instinct was to grab a towel, but before I could make a move, Braxton’s tongue swiped a path through my slit, and all rational thought fled.

A strangled noise pierced the air as Braxton gripped my inner thighs almost to the point of pain and began his oral assault.

Was that me?

It didn’t matter. I couldn’t focus on anything past the feeling of Braxton between my legs, his tongue growing more insistent with each passing minute as waves of pleasure radiated outward, flowing over my body and threatening to drag me under. Nothing I’d ever done solo came close to this.

Braxton eased off, slowing the strokes of his tongue, causing me to slip both hands through his short hair, pulling him closer, silently begging for more.

He let out a shaky chuckle. “Sorry, baby. You taste so fucking delicious. I don’t want this to end.”

Well, that broke the spell I was under, and an unladylike snort flew out of my nose.

Peeking up with curious eyes, Braxton asked, “Did I miss something?”

I waved a weak hand in his general direction. “It’s fine. You don’t need to write poetry about going down on me.”

Tilting his head, understanding flashed in those whiskey depths, staring so intently that I began to squirm. “Wait. You think I’m lying to you about how addictive your pussy tastes?”

Throwing both hands over my face, I groaned. “Please don’t.”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” His words sliced through the haze of embarrassment.

“Look. I’ve been on enough threads online to know most guys see it as a means to an end. Go down on her so she’ll repay the favor—and for the record, I will. But they don’t particularly enjoy it.” I could only hope that finally got through to him and we could drop this topic.

“En-enjoy?” Braxton’s words were said on a disbelieving exhale.

I’d done it now, fucked this up so badly that he’d walk out that door and never come back. After this humiliating encounter, I would likely remain a virgin forever.

There was a rustle of fabric, and I resigned myself to the inevitability that our night—our sexy playtime—was over. Regret flooded my body. Why couldn’t I keep my damn mouth shut for once?

Forcing my eyes open to face the man I’d pushed away, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I found his face inches from mine.

Letting out a shriek, I shoved at his chest. “What the hell, Braxton?! You trying to give me a heart attack?”

Voice low and dangerous, he said, “Let’s get one thing straight here, Dakota. If this is going to work between us, I need your total honesty. And you can damn well expect the same from me. No games, no hidden agendas. If we say something, we mean it. Understand?”

Wide-eyed, I could only manage a nod. “Uh-huh.”

“So, when I say the taste of your pussy is going to haunt my dreams tonight, and I’ll likely wake up hard tomorrow morning thinking about it, I mean it.”

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