Page 42 of Sweet Punk
Breathless, she moans, “Please.” And just as she says it, I slide a careful finger inside her warm, wet heat. I slowly circle, paying attention to what she feels like and more to the point, what I do that makes her toes curl.
“Please what?” I growl, removing my finger so I can lick at the arousal that seeps from her. “Dear fucking God, you taste so good. I wanna put my cock in this pussy.” I dip my tongue inside her and kiss her the same way I would her mouth. I’m insatiable.
Star’s legs tremble, and I know she must be close. Lifting my head, I meet her lust-filled gaze. “Condom. But I’m making you come first. There’s no way I’m going to last this first time. I know I haven’t done this before, but it’s not like I haven’t been paying attention.” I lean over, stretching to open the nightstand drawer, and grab the unopened box of condoms I’d put there way back in August, never thinking they’d get used. I tear into it and toss one on the bed. I lose my boxer briefs at lightning speed. Kneeling there, fully exposed, my breath catches, and my hands shake a bit.
Her brow furrows. “Are you okay?”
I nod, swallowing as I remove the condom from the packaging.
Star pushes to a sitting position and places her hand over mine. “Let me.” She takes it, pinches the tip, and rolls it on me. My hips jerk at her touch.
“Fuck.” Heavy breaths pant from me. “Sorry.”
Her head tilts to the side while staring into my eyes. “Why don’t we go back to what you were doing? And then when you’re ready… we’re ready. You can go fast or slow, I don’t care. And I’ll keep my hands to myself unless you tell me otherwise.” She leans back onto her elbows with her legs still spread before me.
My jaw clenches tight. She’s so fuckin’ perfect. “I wanna make sure you come first.”
“Not arguing with that.” She shoots me a devious smile and drops her legs open even wider. “Make me come, Kellan. I want to watch you do it.”
She lets out a little whimper as I rest one hand on her inner thigh and push two fingers into her pussy. I stroke them in and out of her a few times before bending to lick circles around her clit.
“Oh, God. Yeah. Keep doing that.” She wets her lips and her green eyes crackle with an inner fire as they watch my every move. It’s so fucking hot, knowing she’s watching me eat her out.
And I do—I feast on every delicious bit of her, plunging my fingers inside, imagining it’s my dick.Holy shit, she feels good.I hope I’m not about to fuckin’ embarrass myself.
“Kellan.” She drops to her back and bites down hard on her lip as she peers at me. “Can I… can I put my hands in your hair again? Like at the art studio?”
I glance up to find her hands are tightly fisted under her chin. The memory of her fingers clenching my hair has pre-cum leaking into the condom. “Yes,” I rasp.
Star hesitantly brings her hands down, threading her fingers through my locks as I swipe my tongue over every inch of her engorged flesh. She sucks in a breath and tugs on my hair as I flick over her clit, then moans when I use the flat of my tongue to apply pressure and a bit of friction.
I can tell from the way her pussy is grinding against my face that she’s chasing that elusive high, so close she can taste it. I let her keep using my mouth and tongue, and I gotta say, the way she’s so uninhibited, rubbing herself on me the way she wants to—it’s so goddamn sexy. It tells me a hell of a lot about what she needs.
Gasping out, her body stills for a moment, and her eyes glaze over. Her pussy squeezes rhythmically on my fingers over and over as she comes. “That’s it, baby. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” I remove my fingers and crawl up her body.
Our breaths mingle, chests rising and falling fast. Through the haze of her orgasm, we lock eyes. Urgently, she whispers, “Fuck me, Kellan. Please fuck me now. I’m still sensitive.”
Fuuuck.I could explode on the spot hearing her beg like that. Quickly moving into position, I brace myself over her, noticing she’s already moved her hands above her head. Watching her for cues, I line up with her pussy and push into her velvety warm heat. Sensation after sensation swamps me. “Fuuuck,” I growl aloud. I never thought this would happen.
“Oh, fuck.” Star’s eyes are wide, and she lets out the mother of all moans. Holy shit, her body is squeezing the hell out of my dick.Tight, tight pussy.And she’s still pulsing from her orgasm. My brain goes into overload. I take both of her hands in mine, threading our fingers together, and slide back until I’m almost out of her body, then slam forward again.
From there, I can’t stop. I fuck hard, filling her body with my eager cock as my hips snap against her ass over and over again.
Star shudders beneath me, throwing her head back, her entire body quaking. “God, ye—”
I cut off her shout with a hot kiss, my body completely taking over from all sane thought in my head. My brain is no longer in control. I would do anything to keep feeling like this. My lips devour hers, and I pound into her, her cries of pleasure filling my head. I never want this to be over. She feels so fucking good. I’m skin to skin with her, and it feels right. It’s almost too much for me to comprehend. She’s meeting me thrust for thrust, her body moving in rhythm with mine as I squeeze her hands tightly in mine. Kiss her hard.
Heat surges through me, and my balls begin to draw up.Oh, fuck.“Gonna come.” There’s no more vulnerable feeling than this. It’s like I’ve gone numb everywhere else, the rush of intense feeling focused right on my dick as the orgasm streaks through me. I come hard. Harder than hard. I think my brain is leaking out my ears. My cock pulses as cum jets out of me.
Breathing raggedly, I kiss the side of Star’s neck before pulling my head back to look into her eyes. Her face is flushed, lips a bit swollen. “You okay?”
Star’s hands grip mine hard, and her legs squeeze my waist. “You fucked the hell out of me.” She heaves out a breath with a smile. “I’m good. But areyouokay?”
I stare into her eyes. “I think so. Maybe. That was—” I shake my head as I grip the condom to pull out of her. “Intense.” Giving myself a shake, I climb from the bed. “Be right back.”
In the bathroom, I dispose of the condom and give my hands a wash before I look up into the mirror. Grabbing the back of my neck, I tug hard on it.Finally.I blow out a breath, resting both palms on the counter. As usual, my eyes drift over my tattoos and everything they hide. Sixteen roses. Sixteen scars. She’s going to ask. I’ll have to explain.
I don’t know how long I spend staring into the mirror, but I’m pulled from my ruminations when there’s a light tapping on the door.
