Page 64 of Starstruck
A quick chuckle falls from him. “Sit, Lenny girl. Suffocate me.” Before I have a chance to respond, he grips me by the hips and pulls me down, his tongue immediately pressing against me.
“Holy sh-shit,” I stutter, falling forward. With my hands pressed against the arm of the couch, my whole body shakes as Baxter licks and kisses all over. Moans fall from my lips as his tongue flicks over me in rapid succession, each motion adding to the tension building at the base of my spine.
He pulls his mouth away to blow a breath on my sensitive clit. I whimper as he says, “That’s right, Lenny girl. Sing for me. Your cries will make the prettiest background vocals.”
My brows pull together, a smirk crossing my face as I look down at him. “Are you recording?”
His expression mimics mine. “Had it on while you were playing. Never turned it off. Is that okay?”
I ponder the question momentarily before I nod. Something about the idea of him listening to us back lights a fire inside of me.
“Good,” is all he says before getting right back to it. His hands stay wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place while he eats me like I’m his last damn meal. And when he wraps his lips around my clit and begins sucking, I swear the world comes crashing down around me.
“Baxter!” I scream, my toes curling and my fingers digging into the leather of the couch. “I-I’m gonna come.”
Those words only spur him on. The vibration of his rough chuckle mixed with the suction of his lips against me is all it takes for the first wave to rush through me. I squeeze my eyes shut as my body pulls taut and my ears begin to ring, feeling my climax in every single bone in my body.
When the orgasm subsides, I shift my body to look down at him and he grins up at me, his eyes black as night and a shine around his lips from remnants of me. “Atta girl, Trouble.”
He makes his way up the couch before grabbing me by the hips and flipping me so I’m pinned between him and the couch. He places one jean-clad leg between mine and tears his shirt off before he leans back down, his lips meeting my neck. He kisses his way up and down my body, my nails digging into his back.
“More,” I purr against his ear. He pulls back to look at me, our eyes meeting briefly before his flash to my lips.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs.
The honest vulnerability catches me off guard, and I hesitate momentarily, my mouth agape. I want him to, too, but I don’t tell him that.
Instead, I shake my head. “Don’t,” I whisper, not breaking eye contact. “The rules.”
His jaw flexes, but he dips his head in a reluctant nod. “The rules,” is all he says before he stands, pulling his jeans down.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I watch him undress, admiring the ripple of his tanned, tattooed skin and how it connects to where his cock juts out from his body.
This man truly is a work of art. He belongs in a goddamn museum.
“More?” he asks as he pulls a condom out of his pocket, ripping it open and rolling it on. He hovers over me again, positioning himself between my legs, and presses a soft kiss just below the lobe of my ear.
“Uh-huh.” I nod, my eyes falling shut in a slow blink.
His cock grazes against my opening, our faces inches apart, before he slowly pushes inside. My mouth falls open as he reaches the hilt and pulls all the way out, our eyes staying locked together with each thrust.
“Baxter,” I whimper, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
His arms wrap tightly around me so our chests are pressed flush against each other, his ocean-blue gaze swirling with lust as he finds a slow but steady pace. It’s so different fromthe quick, rough sex we usually have.
“I’ve got you, Trouble.” He breaks our stare momentarily to press a kiss to my forehead. “I know what you need.”
My moans and his groans fill the space around us, our lips so close our breaths become one. Neither of us say a word as the passion between us grows, each thrust strengthening our connection that much more.
“Bax—” comes out barely audible as his cock repeatedly brushes against my G-spot. When my eyes roll back, he begins trailing kisses over my collarbone and a second orgasm crashes into me.
Every muscle in my body tightens as Baxter stills, too. At the same time my walls begin pulsing around him, he begins throbbing inside of me. My nails dig into his biceps as his fingers squeeze the back of my neck. The room stays silent, save for our heavy breaths fusing together as one, as we both come down from what was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
His eyes stay locked on mine, his navy-blue gaze seeing deep into my soul, and it’s right here, right now, when it becomes crystal clear that I am absolutely, positively, one hundred percent falling in love with Baxter James.
We redress silently, both of us trying to delay what comes next for as long as possible. When I spin around to face Baxter, he has his eyes locked on me, an unreadable look filling his face.
He catches me watching and holds out his hand, pulling me close to wrap his arms around me.
