Page 25 of Sweet Punk
I suck in a breath when they meet my bare skin. A delicious shiver rolls through me as those fingers move so terribly slowly. Up, up, up. Intently, he watches me as I lose my mind while he continues to stroke just shy of where I want him—and he knows exactly what he’s doing and how it’s affecting me.
“I’m going to touch you, Star. Play with you. Drive you right to the edge where you won’t know whether you’re coming or going.” He exhales sharply and squeezes my wrists in his hand. “You doing okay with this?”
I nod, and the absolute truth falls from my lips. “I like it.”
“Good girl. Hands stay up. I’m taking off your sweater.” He releases his grip on my wrists and removes his hand from under my skirt.
I don’t know what it says about me, but I like his praise. A lot. A wave of heat rolls through me, and I bite down on my lip as he lifts my sweater over my head and drops it to the floor.
A low rumble sounds in his chest as he looks at me. “Fuuuck.” I’m in a lacy black bralette, and it doesn’t leave a whole lot to the imagination. His gaze is steady, and my nipples grow tight in response, becoming peaks behind the material. They feel hot. Like I’m on fire and the flames are only going to burn hotter until he soothes them with his mouth.
“Please,” I beg, only it sounds like a whimper. And from the way his smoldering green eyes connect with mine, I think he likes it.
He bends a bit, his tongue darting out to wet the lace. The moisture seeps through to my skin, causing another jolt of pleasure to shoot downward and make my legs tremble. He licks at the same nipple again, and I let out a strangled moan. With every swipe of his tongue, my back arches, trying to get more and more of the wet, wicked sensation. “Yeah. You like that, don’t you?”
I nod, so lost in what he’s doing to me, I can hardly think.
Switching to the other side, he starts the same process all over, turning me into a writhing, wanton mess. My nipples are so taut they ache, and there’s a corresponding pull deep inside my body. “Kellan,” I gasp. “Please, please, please.”
“Are you begging?”
I nod fervently.
“What do you want?”
“Your mouth sucking on my breast and your fingers sliding inside me.”
“One thing at a time.” Kellan tugs on the cup of the bralette, and my entire boob pops right out. He gives a satisfied grunt and greedily takes my nipple deep inside the wet warmth of his mouth. My back bows when he sucks and swirls his tongue around and around. And while his mouth is busy, his fingers tug the lace from the other breast before testing its weight in his hand. He toys with my nipple, pinching and twisting, and it’s a miracle I haven’t moved my hands from where I’ve anchored them above my head.
He lets my nipple go with a wet pop, then kisses a drugging path across my skin before inflicting the same exquisite torture on the other side. He’s worked me up so much I can feel my heartbeat between my legs, and my panties are wetter than wet. I rub my thighs together.
He releases my nipple, moving up to huskily murmur in my ear, “You want me to take care of that?”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yes.”
He flips my skirt up as he sinks to his knees in front of me. “I need you to promise one more time. No matter what. Hands above your head.”
Kellan could ask me to eat a jar of pickled pigs feet, and I’d do it at this point, so long as he keeps going. I swallow hard. “Promise.” But— I thought he was going to use his fingers on me. I’m— I glance down as his nose nudges my mound through the matching lace boyshort panties. Oh, God. I don’t think fingers are the only part of his plan anymore.
He inhales raggedly, running his hands up the front of my thighs. My heart is pumping so damn hard, and somehow, it’s diverted all blood to my pussy because I feel so swollen and wet down there, it’s almost embarrassing. I don’t know how I’m not creating a puddle on the floor.
Kellan growls, “Taking these off, too.” He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties, then peels them down over my stocking-covered legs. He somehow manages to get them over my boots and off. I’d have offered to help, buthands up.
I try to imagine what he must see. Boots and thigh-highs. Bare pussy concealed by my skirt until he pushes it back up. Boobs jutting out of my bra, supported by the lacy bralette underneath. Kiss-swollen pink lips and flushed cheeks. Oh, and arms over my head.Holy shit.
His big hands grip the juncture of my thighs, thumbs sliding over each of the tendons down there. He’s so fucking close to touching my pussy, I’m about to come unhinged. I pant. I writhe against the door. It’s probably not pretty. “Fuck,” I whisper. And as soon as the word has left my mouth, he leans in, his breath coasting over my bare skin.
“You. You were meant to be worshiped, Star.” With one hand, he finally touches my pussy, his fingers sliding through my arousal. “So fuckin’ wet.” He pushes two fingers inside me, leisurely pumping for several seconds, almost seeming enthralled, before he removes them and puts them directly into his mouth. He sucks hard on them, moans a little, then effortlessly lifts one of my legs and positions it over his shoulder. And then his mouth is on me, and all thought falls out of my head. I can only feel. His tongue flicks over my opening, licking lightly then with more determination. “You’re dripping for me.”
“Oh, God.” My head knocks hard against the door as it falls back, but my hands stay up over my head.
“Look right here. I want you to watch me. I want you to see how much I’m enjoying this.”
My thighs quiver at his words, and I can feel moisture seeping from me, I’m so turned on.
He must be fired up, too, because he’s growling and groaning and feasting on me. His wicked tongue laps over every inch of my skin, then he uses his hands to hold me open while he lashes and sucks on my clit.
Every time I think he’s done, he dives right back in. He adds his fingers again, gliding them through my folds, petting me as I throb out of control for him. Those fingers stroke into me and a third rubs over the ultrasensitive bit of skin between my opening and my ass. I shake, wondering how much longer my leg is going to support me, but at the same time, I know I’ll fight tooth and nail to remain right where I am, if only he’ll keep doingthat.
