Page 96 of Second-Rate Superstar
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Braxton’s words were genuine as he drank in the sight of my naked chest.
Needy, I whined, “You gonna look, or are you gonna touch? I need you, Braxton. Don’t make me beg.”
Groaning, he closed the distance between us, palming my breasts with his hands, and I hissed when his thumbs grazed the nipples. “Oh, Firefly. I will give you the world. All you ever have to do is ask.”
“You,” I rasped. “All I want is you.”
Hooded eyes met mine, and a corner of his lips quirked up. “You’ve had me from the first time I laid eyes on you, sweetheart.”
My blood was boiling, causing my head to swim. “I want to touch you. Please,” I begged.
Taking a step back, Braxton ripped his shirt off, and I sighed. God, he was gorgeous. His muscles bunched with each ragged breath he took. My fingers itched to roam over the ridges carved from countless hours in the gym. His chest and abdomen were one thing, but it was the sharp V of his hips that had me tugging my lower lip between my teeth. It was a road map leading to the part of him that would claim me as his.
Cockiness seeped into Braxton’s husky voice. “For someone who didn’t want to date an athlete, you sure do appreciate the view.”
“Shut up and get over here.”
My clit pulsed painfully behind the fabric of my pajama shorts. I needed a relief only Braxton could supply.
Stalking closer slowly, he stepped out of reach when I extended my arms. His chuckle grated on my exposed nerves. Lost to lust, I wasn’t in the mood to play games with him tonight.
“Tell me how badly you need me, baby,” he teased.
Narrowing my eyes, I hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. Lifting my ass, I shimmied them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. I kicked them dramatically in his direction, and Braxton caught them with ease before bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply.
Spreading my legs, I let him see the arousal coating my pussy and leaking down my inner thighs. “Why don’t you see for yourself,” I taunted.
Whatever control he had snapped, and Braxton closed the gap between us, notching his concealed erection against my clit as he fisted a hand in hair, tugging my head back to kiss me without restraint. I could barely breathe with the way his tongue dominated my mouth, but the lack of oxygen only made the throbbing need between my legs grow more intense.
Hands grazed over my skin, and I arched into every touch, demanding more.
Ripping his lips from mine, Braxton panted in my ear. “I need to be inside you. Now. I can’t wait.”
Oh shit. This is really happening.
Now would be an excellent time to come clean about my inexperience, but I was too far gone, and knowing Braxton, he would more than likely withdraw. If he knew how monumental this moment was for me, he would want to make it “special.” But in my mind, it already was. I had given myself over to this man, body and soul. I didn’t need candles and music, or to be treated like I was made of glass because it was my first time.
It was better to just grin and bear it. It couldn’t be that bad, right?
Yeah, that’s why you can’t even force yourself to use a dildo. But whatever you needto tell yourself.
Braxton slipped his hand between our bodies, groaning when he brushed the wetness seeping from my core. “God, baby, I think you’re ready.”
Glad one of us thinks so.
Hips bucking against his hand, I whined when he withdrew, but he’d only pulled enough to shimmy out of his pajama pants. With how I was spread, he easily rubbed his exposed length through my slit. I was wound so tight; I was pretty sure I could come like this—flesh against flesh—not even needing penetration.
Might make it easier if you come first.
The angle was just right with my perch on the dresser. His hips were resting a few inches below mine, allowing his upward thrusts to rub against my clit.
“Right there, just like that,” I rasped.
“You like that?” Braxton’s lips curved against my neck with my head thrown back. He nipped the sensitive skin, and I squealed, causing him to chuckle. Gripping my hips painfully, his voice took on a gravelly quality. “But I have something else I know you’ll like more.”
Okay. You can do this. Don’t forget to breathe. It’ll be over before you know it, and then you won’t be a virgin anymore.
“Dammit.” The curse drew me from my mental pep talk.
