Page 62 of Sweet Punk
“Yes. Always.”
This here, with her, is the only kind of fire I ever want to feel again. I fucking burn for her. “You want my dick?”
“Inside me. Now.”
I notch myself at her entrance, grasp her by her hips, and watch her reflection in the mirror as I enter her inch by ridiculously mind-blowing inch. Her mouth has dropped open, her eyes dilated with desire. Our gaze locks in the mirror as I begin to thrust inside her wet warmth.
“This is so good,” Star mumbles between pants.
Trying to maintain control, I slide my hands around to touch her, to claim as much of her body as I can. I want my hands to have been everywhere—the valley between her breasts, her belly button, her soft thighs. My blood roars in my head as I find her clit and begin to rub her swollen bud in tight, fast circles. Her back bows at the sensation, and she meets my every thrust with her own.
My brain is on overload. Hot girl bent over in front of me. Hot girl looking at me in the reflection of the mirror. My dick inside her pussy. Nothing between us.Holy fuck, I’m gonna come.Heat flashes through me. “Fuck. Fuuuck,” I groan. “Baby—” The pads of my fingers work furiously over her clit until she’s writhing against my hand, and her eyes connect with mine in the mirror. “Star, you’re so beautiful when you lose control.” My breaths are ragged as I pound into her tight body. “Show me how you’re mine.”
“I love how good you fuck me,” she chokes out right before her pussy clamps down on my dick, and her hips roll as wave after wave of intense pleasure hits her. I see every moment of it play out in her reflection.
The euphoric expression on Star’s face as she comes sends me right over the goddamn edge. My hips jerk against her ass, and my cum shoots from my dick into her pussy.
We’re both loose as noodles, standing there in the middle of the bathroom, still intimately connected. It blows my mind that I have this girl who understands me so well that she can anticipate my needs. If I’d never found her, I don’t know how much good stuff I’d continued to have missed out on. And I’m not referring to sex, but that’s definitely a part of it. I’ve expressed that I want a reminder of her with me always. I had those stars inked all over my body for a reason. I think she gets it. But it’s time I said the words.
THIRTY-THREE
STAR
I’m glad Kellan is behind me, holding me up, because my legs are trembling like they’re going to give way any second. He slowly eases out of me, then picks me up in a cradle hold and whisks me out of the bathroom, laying me down on the edge of the bed.
Kellan kneels before me and pushes my legs open, my swollen flesh like a feast for his eyes. A rumbling, growling sound works its way up from his chest. His fingers dig into my thighs, almost reflexively, as he studies me. “This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole fucking life,” he mumbles, his voice rough.
A wave of heat knocks me sideways. I can feel his cum dripping from me, and I know he’s watching it, and that’s exactly what he’s referring to.
He takes two fingers, swipes at the moisture coming out, and ever so slowly pushes it back inside me. “Fuuuck,” he groans, bringing his face in close to inhale deeply right before he uses his fingers to expose my clit. With the flat of his tongue, he licks over the sensitive bundle of nerves before he sucks on it, making animalistic, hungry noises. It’s never been more obvious how much he wants me.
My back arches as pulses of desire shoot through me. Every touch of his hands on my skin makes me ache with need. Every pass of his tongue makes me shiver and shake. And I wonder what I did to deserve him. Or maybe it was nothing I did or anything he did either. Maybe we’re simply two life-roughened souls destined to find each other—to care for each other.
That’s about as poetic as this computer science major gets.
Tension coils quickly, already on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. I moan, clutching fistfuls of Kellan’s hair without realizing I’m doing it. The orgasm begins as a barely there shimmer, then quickly develops into more, the rippling pleasure spreading outward. I can’t help but rock my pussy against Kellan’s face, I’m so lost to the all-consuming feelings flowing through me.
While my body continues to pulse, and I’m still off in some other world, Kellan slides his dick inside me again. Moans erupt simultaneously from our mouths, and I grab his ass with both hands, urging him to move faster. I don’t know if it’s that he already came inside me and I’m wetter than hell because of it or what, but my body is rocked almost immediately by another orgasm that makes me cry out and leaves me breathless.
Kellan gathers me close, bringing my mouth to his and kisses me deep. Like he means it. Like this is the beginning of everything. At that thought, my heart threatens to erupt from my chest. He makes several more languid strokes, then locks eyes with me as his orgasm overtakes him. Groaning against my lips, he breathes out, “Fuuuck. Star. So fucking good.”
He collapses on top of me for a few moments, completely out of it. Catching my lip between my teeth, I gingerly allow myself to trace outside the ink of a few of the stars on his shoulders as I wait for him to get some blood back into his brain. I’m not so much worried about touching him anymore—not because of his scars, anyway—but I am a little concerned for his new tattoos.
After about a minute, his head lifts, and he stares into my eyes. “Hey. I have something I need to say to you.”
I skim the arch of my foot over the back of his calf muscle. “Oh yeah? Must be pretty important.” I lean in, softly brushing my lips over his.
“It might be. Let’s get cleaned up first.”
* * *
Turns out,cleaning up consisted of a shower—together, of course—which led to round three. I’m not complaining.
Once we’re finally settled in bed, we’re quiet for a little while, so I startle when Kellan speaks into the silence. “I wasn’t sure if you understood what I was saying to you with the new ink. You know—when we were talking in the hospital. Words aren’t so much my thing.” As if he’s sorting through what to say in his head, it all comes out in a deluge.
My brows draw together as I prop myself up on my elbow so I can see him better. “I mean, I think I understand?” It comes out a tiny bit like a question. I want so bad for him to say the words to me. I know in my heart that we’re feeling the same thing because I can’t be feeling this alone.I can’t.
He takes a deep breath. “I will never forget the way you’ve helped me. That’s why I wanted the stars. As a reminder that it was you.” He smiles down at me, tracing his finger over my face. “You’ve set me free. And—” He pauses, cupping my cheek. “I’m so in love with you, Star.”
