Page 88 of The Star

I pull from him. “C’mon.”

His eyebrows twitch a little as I grab his hand from my body and start heading across the living room for the little bathroom downstairs. There’re a few people lining the wall, watching and drinking, and as I pull him into the bathroom after me, they all give us one last glance before I shut the door.

Before I can tell him how badly I need him, he’s spinning me and slamming me against the door, his mouth finding mine as his hands slip into my hair to control my head. I moan, pressing my hands against the cold wood of the door as he feasts on my lips and tongue.

“God, you’re fucking sexy,” he groans, pulling his hands from my head to lift me and wrap my legs around his waist.

My chest heaves. “Carson, fuck me right now.”

He drops me on my feet again wordlessly, popping the button on my jeans and pulling the zipper down. He drops to his knees in front of me, slipping my shoes off before he yanks my pants to my ankles. “Step out, baby.”

Doing as he says, I lift my feet one by one as he pulls my legs free from my jeans. I go to grab the waistband of my stockings, but he stands up and grabs my hands to stop me. I give him a confused look, but the only response he gives me is a smirk before he grabs me and spins me again, pressing my face against the door.

Kissing down my back, he licks at my skin and nips at the ties of my bralette before he reaches for my stockings with his big hands, then slides his fingers between one of the holes of the fishnets. He presses against my panties. “Already wet for me, Logan?”

I nod against the door, spreading my legs a little to give him more room. “Always.”

He chuckles, rubbing his fingers across the lace of my panties as he presses his face into my hair, right at my ear. “Always so fucking wet and needy for your big brother, huh?”

I moan, his words feeling dirty in all the right ways. “Carson.”

He kisses my ear, running his face along my hair and kissing me the whole way around to my back. His hands pull from my panty-covered pussy, then he grabs my stockings and rips, completely exposing my ass and making me gasp.

I hear him pop the button to his pants, and as he pulls the zipper down, I arch my back as impatience runs through me. I feel so empty without him as I wait, and when he notices, he grabs the string of my thong and groans. “Can I rip this?”

I bang my hand on the door a few times. “Carson, rip the fucking panties and fuck me.”

He chuckles, ripping them enough at the side that he’s able to pull the torn lace free from my wet flesh.

His cock slides through my ass cheeks until he reaches my pussy, and then he flexes his hips and slips inside of me until his balls smack my clit.

“Fuck!” I yell, pressing my entire body against the door as he fills me from behind, and when his hands grab onto the flesh of my hips to control my movements, I arch my back a little more.

He bucks his hips, pulling almost all the way out of me and then slamming back in, making my body bang against the door. His fingers squeeze my flesh as his pleasure overtakes him, and I tighten the walls of my pussy as I moan out my own ecstasy.

There’s a bang on the door, and I jump, but Carson just raises one of his arms and bangs on the door as well. “Fuck off!”

He speeds up his hips, making me cry out over and over, chasing his release. “Fuck, Logan. I’m gonna come already.”

I arch a little more, looking over my shoulder at him in time to watch him come apart as his orgasm takes him over. He bucks, fucking me hard through his release as he fills me with his seed, turning me on even more. He grunts and groans, his hands squeezing me as his eyes stay connected with mine.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I moan as he slows his thrusts, his orgasm subsiding. “I love watching you come.”

He grins, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath, then he pulls his cock from inside me and drops to his knees. His tongue connects with my pussy, spearing me as his fingers slip up my front to pinch my clit. My head falls to the door once more, feeling my own climax creeping up on me.

I moan. “You like tasting your own cum dripping out of me, Carson?”

He speeds up, moaning in his throat and rubbing at my clit with two fingers as his tongue pushes deep inside of me. I fall over the edge with a scream, pressing my face against the wooden door as pleasure rushes through me in waves so strong I feel as if I might fall over.

My legs shake as he keeps licking at me, and there’s something so fucking erotic about him eating a mixture of both of our releases that makes me burn hotter. He slides his hands around my thighs, holding me up as he stands.

There’s another bang on the door, followed by a guy’s voice I don’t recognize. “Dude! I gotta piss!”

I huff out a laugh as Carson kisses along the back of my neck, ignoring whoever is on the other side of the door. His hands slide across my skin, down my sides to my ass, and then down my thighs. “You’re amazing.”

I grin as he pulls his weight off of me, giving me the chance to spin around and watch as he tucks himself back into his pants. He bends, grabbing my pants and holding them out for me to step into. His gaze connects with mine as I do, grinning like the queen as he dresses me after what we just did.

He rises as he pulls my jeans up, then rips the remaining shreds of my panties the rest of the way off, palming them for a second before he shoves them into his own pocket. Zipping and buttoning my jeans for me, he kisses me softly and hums between his lips, smiling at me. “Ready?”

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