Page 129 of Starstruck
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to watch you,” he demands.
My hands rest on his shoulders as I lift and lower myself again, finding a perfect rhythm. My moans grow louder as I pick up speed, and his hands grip my hips while we both watch himcontinuously disappear inside of me.
“B-Bax,” I whimper as he brings his mouth to my breast, his teeth grazing my nipple.
He pulls back to grin at me as I ride him. “God, I missed hearing you scream for me,” he says, his eyes dark with lust.
And when he trails his finger down my stomach to press it against my most sensitive spot, I cry out.
“Yes, yes. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.” He continues the motion as my movements become unsteady and sporadic, each swipe of his finger against my clit pushing me closer to climax.
“Come for me, Lennon. Show me how good I make you feel,” he whispers before grasping me by the back of the neck and taking my mouth against his, and the sensation of him everywhere is all it takes to send me falling into pure ecstasy.
“Baxter!” My entire body tightens, and he continues thrusting inside of me, making my legs shake uncontrollably as the orgasm races through me.
“Fuck yes, Lennon. You look so fucking good coming on my cock.”
When the orgasm subsides, my head falls against his chest. My breathing is heavy as he slows his pace. And when I meet his eyes again, there’s a soft look on his face.
“I missed you so damn much,” he whispers, our noses inches apart.
My eyes soften. “I missed you, too, baby,” I tell him honestly, and his smile grows as the words I’ve always refused to say linger in the air around us.
He presses another kiss to my lips before standing. Without losing contact, he flips me onto my back so he’s hovering over me.
“You have one more in you?” he asks, his smile becoming devious.
I smile back at him and nod. Then he brings his lips to my neck and thrusts in deep. I scream, wrapping both legs around hisback to hold him as close as possible.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he demands, wrapping a hand around my throat and squeezing gently. He fucks me slow but hard as I do as I’m told, wedging my hand between us to swirl my finger around my clit. My eyes roll back in my head as his cock continuously hits my G-spot.
“Mmm, yes. That’s my good fucking girl.”
“Y-yes, Bax,” I whimper. It doesn’t take long before my spine begins to tingle again, another orgasm crashing into me. “I’m all yours,” falls from my lips as my legs tense around him.
My core grips him like a vice as he thrusts in deep, letting out a roar as his orgasm hits him, too, and he spills himself inside of me.
We lie there motionless for a moment before he pulls back, watching his release spill out of me. His eyes grow black as he uses his middle finger to swipe it up and push it back into me.
I keep my eyes trained on him, my mouth falling open on a moan at the same time as my eyes widen.
“Baxter James, do you have a secret breeding kink?”
He glances up at me, and we silently hold eye contact. I’ve told Baxter in passing that I don’t want kids, and I know he’s never wanted them either. But I won’t lie and say the idea of me carrying his child someday doesn’t turn me on.
“I think I do,” he rasps, a beat of silence passing between us before I burst out laughing. He shakes his head, a laugh falling from his lips, too, as he stands to head to the bathroom.
When he returns, I’m in the same position, lying exposed and vulnerable on the couch.
“Thanks, baby,” I say as he wipes the cloth over me.
When he’s done, he sets it on the coffee table and takes a seat, pulling me close so my back is against my front. He lays a throw blanket over us so we’re not completely revealed, and I lean my head back, his arms wrapping around me.
“Tell me you’ll stay the rest of the night with me, Lenny girl,” he begs, worry lacing in his voice. As if even after everythingthat’s happened tonight, he’s worried I still might turn around and change my mind about us.
The truth is, I probably should. Maybe it makes me naive or ignorant not to. Maybe I’ve forgiven him too easily.
