Page 45 of Sweet Punk
And as if he hears the inner workings of my mind, his body curls around mine, shuttling faster and faster into me. His cock strokes over the same spot inside me that his fingers had, and I can tell I’m going to have one hell of an orgasm.
His hand reaches around, and he lets me rub my clit over his fingers. I like how he does that. The only other guy I’ve ever been with—Wayne—didn’t have a clue, and he’d do some weird shit that I think he must have learned from watching a movie, and I was too embarrassed to tell him so. But with Kellan… I’d tell him if there was something he could be doing differently. The honest truth, though, is that I love how he touches me, how he fucks me. And this is only the beginning.
Our skin slapping and us moaning and panting together is so hot I want to record the sound of it so some day when I’m old and gray, I’ll remember exactly how good this felt. “Faster, Kellan.”
His hips snap against me four more times before he uncurls himself from me and kneels upright, grabbing my hips in his hands to thrust forward. “Fuuuck,” he hisses. The telltale huffed exhales from behind me and the way his body drapes over mine tells me he’s done. I kind of figured he might blow pretty quickly from behind me. I smirk a little, not even minding.
“Be right back. Don’t you fuckin’ move.”
My body jumps at the command in his voice, my brows shooting up on my forehead, though he doesn’t see my surprise because he’s already in the bathroom.
Not more than thirty seconds later, he’s back, his eyes assessing me.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about how I want to eat your pussy.” He slides his thumb over his lower lip, then nods. “Come to the edge of the bed for me. On your back. Ass right at the edge.”
His eyes burn as he watches me move into position, causing a wave of heat to wash through my body. I lie back, propping my feet on the mattress. “Like this?”
He shakes his head as he approaches. “No.” Grasping my hips, he pulls me toward him, not leaving anywhere to put my feet. He kneels between my legs, slides his hands from my ass along the back of my thighs, and pushes them open, holding them there.
“Oh. Oh, God.” My heart is stumbling all over itself, doing a wicked dance inside my chest. Never once have I experienced oral sex after the main event, and I definitely didn’t expect this from Kellan.
While I’ve been trying to get all that straight in my head, Kellan’s gaze has locked on my very excited lady parts. He mumbles, “Fuck. My dick was just in here. Do you know how hot that is to me?” His chest heaves right before he leans in, lapping at me like a starving man. He uses his entire mouth to explore—licking, kissing, and sucking before moaning low and long as my body responds to the attention.
I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second as he greedily devours me. When he sucks on my clit in just the right way, I feel this throbbing sensation followed by a gush of arousal. I’ve never experienced that before. And fuck, I’m coiled so tightly down low in my abdomen, I know I could go off at any moment.
“Baby, play with your breasts for me. Do you do that when you’re alone?” Kellan’s husky voice knocks me sideways, and my nipples tighten at the suggestion.
“Y-yes. When I masturbate.” I hold a breast in each hand, firmly tugging on my taut, needy nipples. “It makes me come faster.”
He grunts his approval as he watches, then slides two fingers inside me, covers my clit with his mouth and sucks hard. It’s like he’s trying to pull the orgasm right out of me.
I moan his name as the tension inside me unfurls and takes flight. My body is racked by powerful contractions, and I can’t stop the movement of my pelvis as I rub my pussy against Kellan’s face. My head drops back onto the bed, dizzy, as I begin to come down. “What the fuck was that?”
“Like a solid thirty seconds of orgasm. You girls are fuckin’ lucky, if you ask me.”
I laugh, the feeling of euphoria still very much with me. “Yeah, but it takes a little more to get us there.”
“Yeah, but multiples.” He smirks at me. “Can I try again?”
TWENTY-THREE
KELLAN
Five minutes later, Star’s eyes are rolling back in her head as her pussy pulses on my tongue. Her flesh is so swollen and wet, and I keep thinking about my dick sliding in there and what it feels like to come while inside her body. She tastes so fucking good, too. I want her again, but I’m afraid she’ll think I’m some sex-crazed lunatic. So, instead, I crawl over her, kissing her softly. “Let’s try to get some sleep.”
Dazed, she stares into my eyes and nods. “Yeah, okay.”
“You feel good?” I whisper as we settle in together, cuddled up in the middle of the bed.
“I do.” She peeks over her shoulder at me. “Do you?”
“Uh-huh.”
Quietly, she asks, “No regrets?”
My brows snap together in confusion. “What? Fuck no.”
