Page 98 of Starstruck
The words fall from her mouth effortlessly. After all the times I’ve had to beg her to say them in the last few months, hearing her say them by her own volition means more than I ever could’ve asked.
I hold her gaze, my jaw clenched, as she frees my button and zipper, her hand slipping in the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers brush against my tip, and a groan slips past my lips. Her smirk grows, my response to her hands on me fuelling her.
Before I can even blink, Lennon gets on her knees before me. Just watching her down there has me growing harder.
She tugs my pants down, her eyes darkening with lust as my cock is freed from the confines of my jeans. She licks her lips, running her thumb over the seam before stroking the shaft, and that alone has me close to bursting.
I hiss at the sensation and brush her hair out of her face as she looks up at me with the samefuck meeyes she was shooting at Nick ten minutes ago, which reminds me of why we’re in this situation.
“You gonna put your mouth on it, or am I gonna have to choke you with my cock, Trouble?”
She smirks before sticking her tongue out and dragging it along the underside of my cock. When she reaches the tip, shewraps her plump, pink lips around it and sucks.
“Lennon,” I moan, my head falling back.
She hums in appreciation, and the vibration urges me forward, forcing her mouth open wider. She grins with her mouth wrapped around me until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She makes a gurgling sound as she tries to force me in deeper, and I swear I’ve never seen or heard anything sexier than Lennon Thorne with her lips around my cock.
“Fuck, Lennon. You’ve never looked better than you do right now.”
My fingers grip her hair as I fight taking control and just fucking her face. She flutters her lashes at me as if my praise is exactly what she needs. She brings a free hand to the root, running it up and down the part of me she can’t quite fit in her mouth.
She bobs her head, licking and sucking and working every inch of it—I feel myself getting closer and closer to boiling over with each thrust of her mouth around me. My eyes fall shut, so I almost don’t notice when her spare hand disappears beneath her skirt—until I feel her whimper around my cock.
My eyes flash open, and I smirk. Gripping her by the back of the head, I thrust fully inside of her.
“Nuh-uh, Lenny girl, let me see your hands.” She brings her hand out from under her skirt, and I take it in mine, trapping her in place. “Today, you don’t get to come untilafterI do.”
I push in a bit deeper and hold still, her golden irises becoming glassy. “Flirting with Nick right in front of me? It’s like you were asking me to punish you.” A tear spills out as my cock hits the back of her throat. “Is this what you wanted, baby? For me to fuck your face?”
Her watery smile grows around me again as she nods. So I tangle my fingers in her hair to hold her still and begin to do just that. And I don’t go easy on her.
“That’s right, baby.Choke.”
She does. But Lennon, my perfect girl, takes it like the champshe is, moaning and sucking as my cock goes deeper. Her nails dig into my upper thighs where both her hands rest, her hair mussed, her cheeks flushed, and her mascara beginning to run.
When she brings one of her hands up to cup my balls, I explode.
“Lennon,” I roar. I hold myself still until every last drop has been spilled, and even then, I don’t move until she swallows it all.
Her lips make apopas I pull myself out, her chest rising and falling in an attempt to catch her breath. But I don’t give her a chance before I’m pulling her to her feet and slamming my lips against her, revelling in the taste of myself on her tongue.
“That’s my good girl,” I whisper as I break our kiss. “Nowit’s your turn.”
Lifting her by the thighs, I set her down on the table. I wedge myself between her legs, but just as I lean over her, her phone rings.
“Ignore it,” I beg, meeting her eyes. She nods, letting the call go to voicemail, and I press my lips to hers.
But when it rings again not even thirty seconds after the first one stopped, I groan, my head falling to her shoulder in annoyance. I pull back, and she tosses an apologetic grin at me as she moves off the table to grab her purse from the floor. When she finds her phone, her brows pull together.
“Who is it?” I ask, moving to stand next to her.
“I’m not sure.” She glances at me sidelong before swiping her thumb across the screen. “Hello?” she says to the person on the other end.
I hear muffled words coming through the phone as Lennon’s eyes widen and she freezes.
I make quick work of buckling my jeans, sensing that this call has ruined the mood. Then I ask, “Lennon, what’s wrong?”
She says nothing, continuing to listen as her eyes begin to water.
