Page 27 of Sweet Punk
A few seconds later, as we’re gasping for breath, she moans, “I can taste myself on you.” She licks into my mouth with more fervor than before.
My cock swells in my jeans, and a low groan vibrates in my chest before rumbling out. I can’t remember ever wanting someone so damn much. I’ve pushed girls away for so long.Fuck.Thoughts of all the things I want to do with her swirl through my head like a tornado. I want her mouth on me. I want my dick in her pussy. I want… fuck.Everything.
But she deserves at least a few answers from me. After all, I made her promise to do as I asked, and she’d agreed without question. I don’t know why or how she’s able to accept what I need from her. I exhale roughly.Fuck.I’m such a goddamn mess. But I want her. My mind is full of what it would be like if she were mine. I’m… obsessed. Strong word, but that’s what this is. I can’t stop thinking about her.
Fuck, how am I already in this deep?It’s both terrifying and exhilarating. I stamp a final kiss to her mouth. “Come on. We’ll talk, I’ll draw.”
She follows me willingly right back into my bedroom and seats herself on the stool to the side of my easel, just like she had yesterday. “I’m excited to see the finished product, by the way. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be looking, but— You’re so talented, Kellan.” A soft smile curves her lips as her gaze moves over the sketches I’ve already completed. “Are these what you’ll turn in, or will you work on them more?”
I sit down and take a deep breath, eyeing her.Focus, Kellan.But fuck. It’s hard with this girl sitting here showing interest in something that means the world to me. “Honestly, it’s up to me. These are pretty basic right now, so I’ll either use these to help me with something a little more detailed, or I’ll go back and add to these. It really just depends on how I feel when I look at them.” I shrug. Star’s watching me like I could do no wrong. Like I’m something special. Fuck, it’s messing with my head. “Okay, let’s get started so I have more to work with. Can you give me a surprised expression?”
Her brow furrows, then she laughs. “Um, yeah.” She arranges her face carefully, those pouty lips forming an O with her cheeks sucked in and her brows lifted.
“Good.” I pick up the pencil and quickly sketch the shape of her face before speaking. “Can I be honest with you?” I rasp, glancing at her for a quick second before returning my gaze to the sketchpad.
“Um, yeah. I like honesty.” Her voice sounds a little wary, but I know I should say something.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation for what I asked of you earlier. And I know this is what you wanted to talk about.” Pausing, I try to collect my thoughts, but it’s no good. “I-I’m not sure where to start.” My chest clenches hard.No. Not now.I clear my throat, hoping to ward off any more stutters. My eyes flick to the side, noting that Star continues to hold her surprised face, only now it’s slightly more realistic. “I… uh.” I stop, gritting my teeth.Dammit.I fiddle with my pencil like I’m prone to do when I’m thinking.
“Kellan, I’m not dumb. I get that you only want to be touched in certain ways. And that you’re a little nervous around me.” As I watch, she tucks her hair behind her ears. It’s totally a stall tactic—like she’s trying to decide whether or not she should say something more. “So, what if…”
I draw in a breath, my eyes finding hers. My heart is pumping hard enough that I reach up and rub my hand over my chest. I’m wearing a shirt in my room, which I never do. It’s like a fucking security blanket because I’m afraid to have a repeat of my meltdown. It’s probably dumb to worry about it. Star’d done so well keeping her hands right where I asked her to earlier. But self-protection habits are hard to break.
“Maybe we should concentrate on something else for now.” She catches her full lower lip between her teeth and raises her brows.
“Like what?” The words come out all gravelly and rough, and my breath hitches while I wait for her to explain herself.
Her eyes never leave mine as she slowly spreads her legs until she’s straddling the stool, one booted foot planted on either side. I can’t help it. I break that eye contact when I notice her hands beginning to slide up her legs, catching the skirt and dragging it upward, inch by tantalizing inch. “Well. You still have my panties. So I’m guessing you like the idea of me bare under my skirt.”
I’m fuckin’ mesmerized as that skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My gaze flicks to hers, then back down as she reveals herself to me. She’s well-groomed, I’d noticed that earlier, with only a tiny landing strip of pubic hair present. The rest of her is pink and perfect—and swollen from our earlier play. An idea slams into me. “Would you show me how you like to touch yourself?” Saying those words makes my dick harden behind my zipper. This could be either the best or the worst idea I’ve ever had.
It would seem I’ve thrown her a little. Star blinks a few times behind those sexy glasses of hers as she considers my question. She points at the sketchpad. “You’re not going to draw—” She pauses on a hard exhale and licks her lips. “You know. I mean—?”
My voice is hoarse when I answer, “Just your face.” My brows rise fractionally, as I reiterate my request. “Can I draw your face while you masturbate in front of me?” I point at the other sketches I’ve completed. “This one would be desire.”
She stares at me, and I swear her pupils begin to dilate at the idea of it. “Yes.” Without further prompting, she slips one hand between her legs.
For several moments, I can’t help but stare at the vision in front of me—the hot girl in my room sitting on my stool sans panties, legs spread open and touching herself. I’m kind of surprised I’m handling this as well as I am because my heart is rioting in my chest, sending blood pumping straight to my dick.Fuuuck.Getting myself together, I murmur, “Okay, eyes on me. As much as you can. Don’t worry about anything else.” I sketch as quickly as I can, my pencil flying over the paper. Blood rushes from my head as I glance alternately at what she’s doing to herself and how it’s affecting every nuance of her expression.Fuck.The word keeps popping into my head—but seriously.Fuck.It’s practically like a chant at this point. I could draw her like this forever and never get enough.Fuuuuuck.
Willing myself not to let my fast-growing erection embarrass me, I focus on what’s happening in front of me. Star seems to have a pattern going—she dips two fingers down, slides them inside her pussy, then brings the slick arousal up to her clit. Her fingers rub over it, mostly in circles, but sometimes side to side as well. She’s working herself into a frenzy, and her face is so beautifully expressive, I’m getting some great images. And yeah, more than one, I’ve drawn several now. Teeth sinking into her lip, desire-filled eyes burning into mine, then a gasp and lips parting gently. And it’s too bad these are pencil sketches, because I’d love to show that pink flush that she gets on her cheeks when she’s sexually excited.
Wanting something more, I flip to a fresh page, and draw on a larger scale. I work feverishly, all while my dick is so fucking hard behind my zipper, it seems like it could burst through at any moment. And my balls—fuck, they ache, the heaviness a constant reminder of how bad I want Star, need to have my dick right where her fingers are currently pumping into her body. Yet, I push on, not willing—or able, really—to stop. Not until she comes.
This. Is. Everything. She’s falling apart right before my eyes, and fuck that’s what makes it so goddamn hot. As requested, she’s trying her damnedest to keep watching me, but that doesn’t stop her chest from heaving with each panted breath or her pelvis from rocking against her hand as she chases her orgasm. I pause for a second, my gaze falling to her pretty cunt again. Her arousal floods her fingers, moisture coating her from engorged clit to her tiny puckered asshole.
Fuck.One day I’m going to have all of her. I will touch her everywhere humanly possible, with my fingers, with my lips and tongue, with my cock. I’ll learn her body like no one before me ever has.
I press my left hand down over my erection, gritting my teeth at the almost unbearable need to whip my dick out and take care of things right alongside of her.
That’d be hot.Shit.I blow out a breath. And just as I’m thinking about actually following through, Star lets out a breathy whimper. She’s trembling all over, and her fingers work furiously over her clit.
I set my pencil down. I’m unsure if she’s aware of my movements at this point, she’s so caught up in what she’s doing. “That’s it, baby. Just a little more. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. I love watching you.”
“Kellan. I’m gonna come. Like now. Right now,” she gasps.
As I watch, her body slows before her muscles clench, and she cries out. I can only assume from the way her eyes have glazed over and her jaw has fallen slack that she’s experiencing a seriously intense orgasm. “Shit. That’s ridiculously hot,” I whisper as she begins to come down. I turn in my seat and drag the stool—a piece of furniture that I’m never going to look at the same way ever again—toward me.
She stares, and it’s almost as if she’s not quite here with me yet. Circling her wrist with my hand, I draw her fingers from where they’d been pressed against her clit up to my lips, then suck them into my mouth. As I lick them clean, my tongue swirls around and around, and the heady flavor of her floods my senses. What I’m doing gradually brings her focus back to me, and after blinking a few times, she chews on her lip. Ever so slowly, I release her fingers from my mouth, and set her hand on her thigh. “Have I mentioned how good you taste?”
