Page 53 of Sweet Punk
My voice comes out a bit growly. “I want you straddling my lap.”
Slowly, she rises from her chair to stand between my thighs.
“Take off your shoes and jeans.” I spread my legs to give her room to maneuver.
Locking her gaze on me, she toes out of her shoes and unfastens her jeans, slipping them over her ass and down her legs. I offer her my hands as she steps out of them, kicking them to the side.
My eyes zone in on a pair of simple black cotton panties, and what I know lies beneath them. I take a deep breath to calm the lust raging through my veins and lift her by the waist, helping her get seated right where I want her. Her toes barely touch the floor like this, so she’s got a hand on each of my forearms. I’m well aware that this would probably be easier if she could press closer and brace her hands on my shoulders—if I were any other guy, she’d do just that without a thought.
And I want that. But I’m nervous, and my heart has taken off, speeding out of control. All the blood in my body rushes to my dick as all the things I’d like to do with her race through my mind.
Star breathes steadily, waiting for me to make the next move, or to tell her what I want her to do. She gives me an encouraging smile, her eyes soft with some emotion that I can’t quite put a label on.
“I want to be skin to skin with you. Can I take off your shirt?”
She nods, then lifts her arms, waiting for me to do it. I tug it off, then bring my hands to her waist. Before I realize what she’s about to do, she reaches behind her back and flicks the clasp of her bra open, letting it fall from her chest and slide down her arms. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she dangles it from her fingers and lets it drop. “What now?” And she waits for me again, one brow arching.
I glance down at her body, her lush tits on display for me. “I need you closer.” I wrap my arms around her back and tug her to me, bringing her pussy into contact with my erection, which is straining behind the confines of my zipper. “Hands on my waist.”
“Yeah.” She grips me there, then lets out a surprised gasp when I bring her body fully against my chest. Her cheek lands at the side of my neck, on my shoulder, the soft skin of her breasts in direct contact with my pecs. She’s touching at least five of my scars. My body is a live wire, electricity snapping below the surface.
For several seconds, I simply breathe and hold her. When I think I can handle more, I drag my hands up and down her back. “Can you put your hands on my chest? Just past my nipples.” My voice is gruff, and my body goes rigid as her palms slowly begin coasting upward, over my skin. Her fingertips graze the taut peaks, then they’re right there, touching an area of my body I’ve never let anyone come near before, with the exception of the kind woman who’d covered my scars with the tattoos.
“Are you okay?” Star’s chest rises and falls quickly against me. I think she might be as nervous for me as I am for myself.
“Y-yes,” I manage to croak out. I tighten my hold on her and bury my lips in her hair. “Can you—” I swallow hard. “Can you slide them up to my shoulders? Near my neck, then down my arms?”
She does exactly as I ask. The sensation of being touched like this is nearly overwhelming. “You know… I can hardly feel them, Kel. But I understand.”
I drag in a shuddery breath as her palms skim over the caps of my shoulders and down my biceps to my elbows. “And back up again, please.”
Her hands glide over my skin, coming to a stop when they rest on my shoulders. “Can I put my arms around your neck?”
My brow pinches. I breathe deeply and nod.
“I won’t ever hurt you.” Her arms encircle my neck, and she turns her face to rest it at the hollow of my throat. Her lips make contact with a soft kiss.
My hands drift down to her ass, pulling her closer. We both moan together at the feel of her moving over my dick.
“Are you okay?”
So many emotions are bubbling to the surface, and my body is hyperaware of every touch, so unused to any of this—because I never thought I’d get to this comfort level with anyone. I don’t know if I can fully answer her question, but I’ll try. “I’m not having a panic attack, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She lifts her head from my chest, our faces almost level. “If we were to have sex, would you be okay if I held onto your shoulders?”
Lust jolts through my system again. I hadn’t intended to fuck her here. But I see in her eyes she’s game. And now that she’s said it, I want to, won’t stop thinking about it until we do. I release a pent-up breath. “We could see if I can handle it.”
She nods. “What about a safe word?” Her gaze holds mine as she tilts her head to the side. “I’m pretty good at following directions.”
I nod, my eyes flicking to the painting behind her. “Trust.” I lift her off my lap, and stand up, yanking the condom—the one I’d grabbed on a whim this morning, never imagining it wouldn’t still be there by the end of the day—out of my pocket before dropping my pants and boxer briefs. While she slips her panties off, I glance around the room that is usually full of other art students. This is insanity, but I want to do it. Need to push my boundaries. Because I want this girl. And it’s not that I feel like I have to do anything I don’t want to with her. She’d be willing to do whatever I needed for as long as it took—maybe forever. I stare into her eyes as it hits me. I’m in real danger of losing my heart to her.
Star is maybe the calmest I’ve ever seen her even though she’s standing completely nude in a place where anyone could interrupt us at any given moment. She’s managing any nerves she might have because she knows this is big for me. She’s so in tune with me, she knows I’m probably inwardly wigging out. She’s not wrong. She gives a swift nod. “Trust. Okay. You say anything that sounds remotely like that, and I’ll stop.”
I sit back down, bare ass on the chair, and tear open the condom, only to have her stop me with one hand on mine.
“Wait. I want to.” She kneels between my legs and wraps her hand around the base of my dick. My body riots. Her tongue flicks out, licking the drop of pre-cum from the head before running agonizing swipes along the underside, tracing over veins, and humming out her pleasure. When she takes me in her mouth, she moans, and the vibration goes straight to my balls.
Her free hand is clenched, resting on her thigh, and it strikes me why she’s doing that. “Baby. Touch yourself. You don’t have to hold back.”
