Page 90 of The Star

Carson slips his fingers through mine, then starts pulling me behind him across the room to the stairs. “You too tired for that head, baby?”

I grin at him as he looks over his shoulder at me once he’s started climbing the stairs. “Never.”

He freezes, looking down at me where I’m still standing on the marble floor, and pulling his hand free from mine, he wraps it around my throat loosely. “Gonna let me fuck your throat, little sister?” His eyebrows twitch as his eyes darken.

My stomach flutters as it burns with need, my pussy tightening at the look in his gaze as he stares at the hand he has wrapped around my throat. I quickly hop up the two stairs to reach him, licking at his lips as my breath fans across his mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Carson.”

His grip tightens on my neck, and he smirks at me. “I like the sound of that.”

Even with the alcohol burning through my veins, I feel clear-headed and stable as I stare into his eyes, imagining all the unsaid things that are running through his mind as he decides what he’s going to use my body for tonight.

He breathes against my mouth, letting his hand drop from my throat to grab my hand again. “Get upstairs, get your fucking clothes off, and get on your knees for me.”

I grin, my entire body filling with bubbles that are likely going to explode, so I skip past him on the stairs to run to his room. He chases after me, growling under his breath as he smacks my ass – hard. I squeal, picking up my pace as I meet the top of the stairs, turning to look at him over my shoulder as I giggle. His face is spread into a sinister smirk, making my stomach bottom out as I reach his bedroom door and turn the knob.

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The sun is blaring through the open curtains of Carson’s room, so I try to pull the blanket up over my head to shield myself from it, but something is holding it in place. Probably Carson’s massive body, which is also making me sweat since he’s radiating so much heat. I rub at my eyes as I finally crack them open, but the person lying in front of me isn’t Carson – it’s Levi.

“What the fuck?” I groan, twisting my body a little to look on the other side of me, where I find Carson curled up, facing me with his leg half hanging off the edge of the bed. That explains the heat, I’m being sandwiched between two giant-sized guys.

I shuffle a little under the blanket, getting closer to Carson so I can reach his ear. “Carson!” I whisper-shout, and his face scrunches up in dissatisfaction.

“Hmm?” he groans.

“Why is Levi asleep next to me in your bed?” I whisper again.

He doesn’t open his eyes, just throws his arm on top of his face to block the sunlight from behind his eyelids. “Who?”

“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Levi!”

His voice is laced with sleep as he licks his lips and finally wakes up a little more to comprehend my words. “He came in here last night. Hayden too.”

My eyebrows pull down, and I sit up a little to look over Levi’s body, finding Hayden spooned behind him. I chuckle a little at the picture before me, wishing I knew where my phone was so I could take a photo for blackmail later.

I lie back down, turning onto my side to face Carson and kiss his face. He groans deep in his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist under the blankets.

“Good morning,” he whispers, sliding his hands around my ass and squeezing before they run down my thighs. He grabs the back of my legs, pulling one over his waist and dropping it. The same hand then slides between my legs, into the leg hole of my shorts and underneath my panties.

“Carson!” I whisper-shout. “What are you doing?”

He leans into my face, speaking against my lips as his fingers start stroking my clit. “Can you be quiet?”

I nod, pressing my lips against his to kiss him just as he plunges a digit inside of me. Sucking in a breath at the sensation, a moan creeps up my throat, making him pull his mouth from mine. “You said you could be quiet.”

I grind my hips, fucking his finger. “It’s not my fault.”

He laughs a little, pulling his finger out and adding a second one as he plunges back inside of me. “No?”

I moan, my mouth falling open. “No, it’s yours.”

He fucks me with his fingers, using his thumb to rub circles around my clit. I can’t help the noises that slip free from my mouth, even as I try to keep myself as silent as possible.

“You know what I want, Logan,” he breathes against my mouth. “Come on my fingers.”

The heat from his mouth, his fingers impaling me, and his thumb rubbing my clit, makes me arch my back, my head dropping back a little as I give in to the pleasure.

“Oh God,” I moan, and he slaps his free hand over my mouth. When I find his eyes, they’re filled with lust, making me grind harder on his fingers.

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