Page 13 of The Star

She giggles as she calls after her friends when I start dragging her behind me to the stairs. “Goodnight, ladies.”

I ignore everyone else, just pulling her behind me upstairs until we reach my designated guest room at the end of the hall. I slam the door behind us, then turn to face her as my breath leaves me in heavy pants. “Take your clothes off.”

She lifts her little tank top over her head, then slips her skirt down her legs, leaving her completely naked in front of me. I groan at the fact she hasn’t had underwear on the whole evening, and she sits on the edge bed, propping her feet up and spreading her legs to show me her pussy.

I prowl toward her on heavy feet, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling the zipper down as I go. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I slide my hands up the insides of her open thighs to push them farther apart. Falling face first, I connect with the soft flesh between her legs.

She moans on contact, her back falling down on the bed so she can arch and grind against my mouth. I lick and suck her clit, pressing my fingers inside of her and curling them to hit her G-spot. She moans and whimpers above me, sending electroshocks straight to my balls.

I flick my tongue over her clit again and again as my fingers thrust inside of her, my eyes falling closed. In the darkness, behind my eyelids, I’m met with Logan’s face. I force my eyes back open, telling myself it was purely because I met her today, and continue to send Cassidy closer and closer to her release.

Once I feel her start to tighten on my fingers, I move faster. Every time my tongue moves against her slick clit, and every time my fingers impale her, I picture Logan above me, writhing with pleasure instead.

I grind my teeth together in frustration, and once Cassidy’s orgasm has subsided, I pull myself from her, standing up and shoving my jeans and boxers down past my ass. I slap her once on the clit, and when she quakes and moans, I smirk at her. “Flip over, Cass.”

She cracks a smile as she complies, turning over onto her stomach to show me her ass. I pull her off the edge of the bed, letting her bend at the waist as I line my cock to her entrance and push inside of her.

She turns her head on the plush surface of the bed to look at me from the corner of her eye as she moans, “Car.”

I slowly drag myself out, then slam back inside until my balls smack her clit, making her cry out again. Pressing my hand to her neck, I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her head back so I can’t see her face.

Then I thrust inside of her again, picturing my stepsister as I fuck my girlfriend.

six

LOGAN

My bedroom is bare as shit.

I take that back. The room I am being forced to call mine is bare.

There’s nothing on the walls except a weird, fancy pants painting of a vase filled with flowers. It’s not my style at all, but I’m sure as hell not about to decorate this place. I’m taking a stand, showing my dad that I don’t want to be here by not making any part of it personal.

Is that childish? Yes. Do I care? No. Will he notice? Probably not.

I do unpack my clothes, though, hanging them in the closet and filling the drawers of the dresser. I’m stubborn, but I won’t let all of my clothes get wrinkled because of it. There’s no school Monday, so I still have two days to fill while locked in this house, and I’m planning on spending them closed in this foreign room, complaining on the phone to Giuliana.

After the most awkward dinner yesterday, I promptly slipped a Xanax under my tongue and fell asleep beneath the bright pink sheets Sara had picked out for me.

I don’t know why I couldn’t just bring my old bedroom stuff, but my father insisted that it all went to the Salvation Army out in Franklin before we left.“Fresh start, fresh stuff,”my father had said when I questioned him about my furniture and bedding, to which I rolled my eyes and asked how we would afford all new stuff for me.

Apparently, the room I now call mine was previously a guest bedroom, so the furniture came with it when it was passed off to me. Just like the ugly painting, the furniture isn’t my style. It’s all white with black accents, matching the common area of the house, except there’re pops of pinks all around. The sheets, the painting, the decorations atop the surfaces.All pink.

I pick up a pink elephant figurine that’s sitting on the dresser, scan my eyes over it, and then put it back down. Who would buy that?

This entire room screamsmoney.Like it was plucked out of a stylish magazine or upscale department store. I’m convinced that it all came together when it was purchased.

My phone buzzing pulls me from the intense stare I have on the dresser, making me realize I’ve been standing here judging for far too long. I walk back to my bed, plop down, and grab my phone to find a text from Giuliana.

Giuliana: How’s it going? Are you covered in diamonds and gold yet?

I contemplate what to respond, and after a minute, I decide on something simple.

Me: Not yet… check back though.

I switch tabs to Instagram, finding I’ve been tagged in a photo, so I click on the notification, getting hit with a hurricane of emotions. It’s a picture of all my friends sitting on the picnic table at my going away party. We’re all gathered together, arms around each other like a family. Tears fill my eyes, so I lock my phone screen before I fall deep into a pit of depression.

Standing up, I throw my phone down on the bed and make my way through the adjoining bathroom door. I turn the shower on scalding hot, then strip out of my clothes. I test the water with my hand before I get in, and it’s already hot, because here in Luxington, you don’t have the worry that your water heater is going to stop working randomly. As I step into the shower stall, I close the glass door behind me.

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