Page 18 of Big & Burly Rockstar

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Dev looks hurt. “I don’t know. Maybe? We don’t even know each other. Not really. I mean, we just met.”

“How many people know about your stalker?”

“What? Why?”

“How many?”

“Uh, my parents and my sister. But I haven’t talked to them about it in ages… And well, you.”

He nods, as if he suspected as much. “Do you know how many people know about Amy’s cancer other than her family, the band and Pete?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “You. You’re the only one. So, we might not have known each other for long, princess, but there’s trust here. Don’t you see that?”

His stunning eyes are earnest, beseeching. As if he truly cares. “You’re right.” And he is. I trust him. God knows why, but I do.

The look of hurt still lingers on his face, making guilt stab at my stomach. “I imagined you eating me out.” My words come out rushed, my cheeks flaming. The hurt vanishes from his face, and it’s well worth my embarrassment.

“Oh?” His voice is a sensual purr and his eyes are gleaming. “Do you like having your pussy licked?”

“I—I wouldn’t know.”

He blinks. “What?”

“No-one has ever, well—you know.” Both of my boyfriends refused to do it. I always wondered if it was because of me, if there was something wrong with me.

Dev blows out a long breath. “Fuck. Really?”

“Really.”

“Selfish assholes.”

I snort, amused by his outraged expression.

“Their fucking loss,” he continues, shaking his head. “I bet you’re delicious.”

Damn, just when my face stops burning like the sun he has to say something like that. “I doubt it.”

His lips curve into a sinful smile. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.”

The words hang heavy in the air between us. That invisible line is right there before me, and I know that if I cross, there’ll be no way back. I know Dev won’t be angry if I say no. No, he’d make one of his teasing jokes and I’d pretend to be annoyed. But I’d be angry with myself if I ran away now. I’ve spent the last six months of my life not doing what I want, only focusing on keeping myself safe. And I’m sick of it. I want to do what I want, consequences be damned.

Instead of answering, I kiss him. His warm, soft mouth is familiar in a way it shouldn’t be. It’s both like we’ve kissed a thousand times and never before.

With a groan, Dev pulls me on top of him, his hard length flush against my pussy. His hands are everywhere: caressing my back, squeezing my ass, then moving under my shirt. When he flicks his thumb over my pebbled nipple, my moan is swallowed up by his mouth.

His closeness overwhelms my senses. The smell of him, the feel of him, it’s too much and somehow still not enough. With one hand on my waist and the other still on my breast, Dev flips me over so I’m lying on my back.

When he breaks our kiss, I try to pull him against me again, my fingers desperately clawing at his back. He chuckles, his eyes gleaming.

“I want to see you,” he murmurs, tugging at my T-shirt. I sit up so he can pull it over my head. Once I’m exposed, Dev lets out a low, appreciative moan. “I love your tits.” He smacks his hand across my left breast, making it jiggle. When he flicks his tongue over my nipple, my pussy tightens. I’m desperate for friction, desperate for release. He’s kneeling between my legs, so I arch my back and rub myself against him, half-insane with desire.

Dev smirks. “I think it’s time I finally found out what you taste like, don’t you think?”

My only answer is a strangled moan. Dev yanks down my pants and underwear, his breath catching as he takes in my naked body. “Perfect,” he says quietly, as if talking more to himself than to me. “Fucking perfect.”

He slides his large hands down my thighs, his calloused fingers rough against my skin. When he reaches my knees, he forces them wide apart, gaze fixed on my wet pussy. For a moment, he stares, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. And then his hot tongue is on my center, and the only thing that matters is Dev and the desire thundering through me.

Devon

I knew she’d taste good. But it’s even better than I thought it would be. I flick my tongue over her again and again, licking up her wetness, the honeyed taste of her coating my lips and the inside of my mouth. And beneath me, Elli writhes, grinding herself against me in unabashed ecstasy. There’s no shyness, no fear. She’s let go completely, giving herself to me. And still I want more.

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