Page 11 of Sweet Punk
“Are you okay?” she whispers, then wets her lips in a way that has my cock swelling unbearably.
I blow out a hard breath and toss my pillow down on the nearside of the bed, then slip under the covers, pulling them up to my waist. I lie on my back for almost a full minute before I turn my head to answer her. “Yeah. I’m good.” It’s dark, but I know her eyes are scanning my face and down over my tattooed shoulders and chest. Fuck, this may be the worst idea ever. No way am I sleeping now. A little groan escapes me, unbidden, and I instantly regret it. I shift uncomfortably, no matter what I tell myself, I’m turned on. How could I not be with this girl lying beside me? I discreetly put my hand under the sheet in an attempt to push my dick down, somehow deliver the message that he’s not getting any action tonight.
But the fucker knows there’s a pretty female in his vicinity. My cock is as hard as a goddamn steel post. This might be the most brutal form of torture known to man.
Star shifts next to me and props herself up on her elbow. Her mouth curves down in a slight frown, and before I know what she’s doing, she eases the sheet down off both of us. Her gaze lands on my hand, which is still covering my erection. “Oh.” Her swallow is audible as it travels down her throat.
I must be in an alternate universe or something because she slowly reaches for my wrist and drags my hand away. My gaze is fixated on her as she stares at the raging boner I’m sporting. And before I can stop her, she grazes my aching length with her fingers. A strangled grunt erupts from my throat. “Star.”
She lifts her eyes to meet mine at the same time she touches me firmly, wrapping her fingers around my dick through my joggers and boxer briefs. “I could maybe…?” She tucks her lower lip between her teeth, her chest rising prominently inside my shirt as she draws in a deep inhale. She holds her breath for a few seconds before moving onto her knees beside me. “Do… do you want me to?” Her eyes are big as she waits for me to say something.
In answer, my eyes remain locked on hers, but I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my joggers and lift my ass, shoving them down. My cock springs free, jutting straight into the air. I’ve been so hard for so fucking long, I don’t think there’s any way I’d deny myself this.
The second Star’s hand wraps around my dick, my hips involuntarily thrust upward into her palm. I moan. I can’t help myself. It’s been so long since my cock has been in anyone’s hand but my own. She slowly works me, her hand moving up and down my thick shaft at a steady pace. And the entire time, she watches me, and I swear to fuck, that’s got to be what’s making this so goddamn good. She stops for only a second to slide her thumb over the head of my cock where I’m leaking pre-cum like crazy. “Oh, fuck,” I huff out as she uses it like lube, smearing it over me before stroking me again in earnest. My breath pants out harshly in the quiet room, and just when I think it can’t get any better, she cups my balls with her other hand, gently squeezing and tugging.
“Do you like that?” she whispers.
But before I can answer, I erupt like a motherfucking geyser, cum spurting over her hand and landing on my stomach and chest. There’d been no warning. Justboom.My heart pounds so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m about to die, but if I do, this is a good way to go.
When I finally have a tiny bit of oxygen circulating my brain, I blink a few times, then focus on her face. Her hand is still on my dick, but when she sees I’m watching her, she removes it.
“Um. Be right back.” I hurry into the bathroom to clean up, but by the time I return, she’s on her side again, only facing the other direction. I exhale heavily.Fuck.Tell me this wasn’t a massive mistake. My brain is far too jumbled up to make heads or tails of anything after that orgasm. Gingerly, I crawl back into bed, trying not to disturb her. After a few seconds, though, it’s obvious she’s not asleep. In fact, she’s moving around, squirming almost. “Star?”
She peeks over her shoulder at me, a slightly embarrassed look on her face, and that’s when I realize what’s going on. Her arousal scents the air. It’s potent, traveling up my nose and invading my brain.Fuuuck.
Does she want me to reciprocate? Just like I haven’t had any action in a while, I haven’t touched a girl in what seems like forever either. Not since Tammy. And I don’t want to think about how that relationship crashed and burned due to me being emotionally unavailable and unable to let her touch me the way she wanted to.
With Star’s back to my front, I edge closer to her, then slowly run my fingertips down the length of her arm. When they reach her hand, mine covers hers. Together, we apply pressure to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She whimpers, her hips thrusting a bit against our hands. “Will you touch me, Kellan?” The question comes out on a moan.
I nod near her head, and she must feel it because she slips her hand from under mine, leaving my fingers in direct contact with her panties. And fuck me, I knew they were probably damp, but they’re soaked. I groan at the feel of her, my fingers working quickly. “Fuuuuck,” I hiss out from between my teeth.
She languidly moves against my hand until she whispers, “Hold on a sec.” Then she removes my hand and slips her panties down. My brain is close to imploding when she hooks her leg over mine, opening herself wide. I can’t help myself, I want to feel her, want to touch her where she’s throbbing for me. I slip my fingers between her legs once again. She’s so wet and swollen, my eyes practically roll back in my head. “Is that okay?”
She moans low in answer and wastes no time, writhing against my fingers as I play with her clit. She’s so beautiful, completely uninhibited. She knows what she wants. After a few moments, I allow my fingers to roam further, circling her opening and touching every inch of her pussy. Drawing her tightly against my body, I slide two fingers inside her and use my thumb to flick at her clit.
“Kel—” she gasps, unable to finish saying my name. Her strangled, throaty cries fill the room as I make her body tremble for me.
It’s not a minute later that she’s bucking against my hand and soaking my fingers when she comes. Her breathing is labored, and when she turns to look at me, she’s dazed. “Sorry, I—”
“We helped each other,” I rasp as I withdraw my fingers from between her legs. “It’s fine. It meant nothing.”
I feel the harsh exhale as her lungs eject the air she’d been holding. She stiffens against me. “Yeah…nothing.”
I know this girl likes me. She revealed that much outside when she practically fell apart at the admission that she mistakenly thought she’d been dancing with me. But I can’t let her like me. We can’t be anything because I don’t want to expose her to the depths of my devastation.
SEVEN
STAR
As I sneak out of Kellan’s bedroom around five in the morning, humiliation rocks me. Because I’m not alone in their suite. Oh,no.
Maddox stands at the sink in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. He looks sleepy as hell, his eyelids drooping until he spots me. He freezes in place. I do the same. We stare at each other, then after a few seconds, his gaze flicks behind me where the gentle sound of Kellan’s snores are audible.
I cringe. Because yeah. Kellan was supposed to be sleeping out here. Not in the bedroom with me. And here I am, half-dressed in front of Maddox and tugging on the hem of Kellan’s not-quite-big-enough-to-cover-my-panties T-shirt. It should be illegal to blush this hard so early. Fuck my life.
His brow quirks up, his eyes now wide open and alert. He’s definitely awake, but his voice is still rough when he asks, “Something wrong?”
I wet my lips and shake my head. There’s no way I’m telling Maddox that his buddy rocked my world, then blew me off last night. And even though I don’t say it, my face burns all the same at the fresh reminder. “No. I can’t sleep. I thought maybe I’d go inspect my room. The cops said I was able to go in last night, but I couldn’t handle it.”
