Page 44 of Sweet Punk
I feel his shrug against my back. “I’d hate to see him hurt you, so I guess we’re even.” Kellan’s warm body behind me and the way he nuzzles his face against the nape of my neck make me feel a little dizzy. His big hand coasts down my arm, landing on my waist where he gives it a momentary squeeze before sliding over the swell of my hip. “Are you tired?”
A small smile tugs at my lips. “No. You?”
“Nope.”
“Um. You could draw.”
“Nope.”
“Listen to music?”
“Sure, but I’d rather try to take your mind off things. Maybe we can distract each other.” His hand drifts down over my stomach, caressing my skin, and his fingers brush lower and lower with each pass until they dip between my legs. Circling my clit with the pads of his fingers, he whispers, “Does that feel good?”
I nod, feeling his dick rapidly hardening behind me. It’s sliding along my pussy with every slow, steady thrust of his hips. I breathe out a sigh. This is probably a comfortable position for him. Rear entry. “Feel free to tell me to be quiet and enjoy myself. But was it okay earlier?”
He lets loose a startled chuckle. “Are you fuckin’ kidding?” His swallow behind me is audible. “It was like a dream. Thank you.”
“Okay. I’m glad it was good for you.” I move my ass purposefully against him. “Um. Condom?”
“Definitely.” He loosens his hold on me, allowing me to lean far enough to snag the box of condoms on the nightstand and pull one out. I pass it back to him and lie back down. The packaging makes a crinkling sound as he opens it. After a moment, his hand finds my pussy from behind, and he strokes his fingers inside me. I’ve just felt the nudge of his cock at my entrance when I think of something better.
“Hey. Can we try something else?”
Kellan huffs out a quiet laugh. “Pretty much anything we do is going to be new to me.”
I chew on the corner of my lip. “This spooning stuff? That’s good sleepy sex. But neither of us is sleepy, right?” I want to know what he’ll do when he realizes what I want.
“Right.” He clears his throat. “So, we save that for later.”
I sit up and give him a tiny smirk. “I’m game for as many times as you can go.” Taking a deep breath, I lock eyes with him over my shoulder as I get on all fours. I’m rewarded with a look of shock but also one of unbridled excitement.
Kellan blinks a few times before blowing out a hard breath and scrambling to kneel behind me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps out. “Tell me right now, do you specialize in doing things that you know are going to make me come like a motherfucker? Because I—” His words fall off, and when I look back at him, it’s to see him studying me—the very most private parts of me. He squeezes my ass with both hands, alternately kneading my skin and spreading me open wide for a better look. “Yeah. Fuck.”
I can’t stifle the laughter bubbling out of me, but I try. “Are you okay back there?”
“Yeah. Sorry. It’s like all my best sex fantasies are coming true.” He slips a finger inside me, rubbing the pad of it on my front wall. I shiver involuntarily. “Good?”
A moan passes my lips in response. “What’d you do, study female anatomy while you were busy not having sex?” I rock back, letting that finger rub against me in the best way.
“I pay attention. Listen a lot. But you knew that.” He continues to play with me, and I’m really getting into it when he bites one of my ass cheeks. Not hard. Just enough to get my attention. The soft slide of his velvety tongue over the same spot makes me whimper.
“Ahh.” My back arches, and Kellan groans in response.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, I could slide in there right now, but I’m afraid I’ll come on the spot. This view back here is something else.”
And the next thing I know, both his hands are on my ass cheeks again, spreading me open, and his tongue spears inside me. He takes his time fucking me with it, then finds my clit with his fingers. I’m a mess, languidly rocking back to meet his mouth and making all these little mewling noises that I’m damn sure have never come out of my mouth before, but oh, God. He’s so good at this. I let him keep going until I’m so out of control I’m right on the edge. “Kellan…”
“Tell me you want it.” He slaps my ass.
My eyes practically cross. The sting of the slap burns through my skin, but then he’s rubbing away the pain in a way that makes me so hot I might melt right through the bed. “I want it,” I pant.
“What is it you want again?”
“Your big dick.” I shift my ass higher in the air.
“Good girl.” His cock notches at my entrance, he grabs me by both hips, and drives forward, plunging deep.
“Oh, fuck.” I grasp the sheets in front of me with both hands. He’s immediately thrusting hard and deep. But faster, I need faster.
