Page 66 of Crimson Desires

“What do you mean?” I adjusted slightly to look at his phone.

A picture of us at the North Carolina Museum of Art took up his screen. The picture looked like it had been taken on a phone. The resolution was low, and you could barely make out the specific features of my face. Still, the blurriness didn’t make me feel any less uncomfortable about having a picture taken of me without my consent.

“You okay, Aster?” Jack asked. He looked apologetic. “Sorry. I should’ve warned you that this was probably going to happen.”

I bit my lower lip. “You don’t think they caught any pictures of us at the lake beach, do you?”

The thought of someone taking a picture of me getting fingered to orgasm in broad daylight by a rock star made me sick to my stomach.

“Nah. If they did, I’d be sending my lawyers after them,” Jack said. He tilted his head as he examined the photo. “If you forget how creepy it is that somebody took a picture of us without our knowledge, it’s actually kind of a cute shot. Don’t you think?”

I pursed my lips. “You want to know what’s cuter? Consent.”

“I should’ve known you’d say something like that,” Jack said, grinning. He shut off his phone and tossed it to the side.

My eyes roved over his body, admiring his smooth muscles. He was built like a swimmer, with a strong back and arms and a trim waist. With just his jogging shorts on, he looked perfectly delectable.

He’d look more delectable with them off, though, my mind supplied.

I instantly blushed at the intrusive thought. Even though it embarrassed me, I couldn’t deny that my brain was right. Jack would look even more delectable with his shorts taken off.

Ever since he’d eaten me out that first time, I’d been desperate for more of him. Not just his fingers or his tongue—all of him. And with it being our last night in the hotel for a while, I was worried that my opportunity to have all of him was slipping between my fingers.

Jack scooted up next to me. He propped himself up with the fluffy hotel pillows and threw an arm around my shoulder as he turned his attention to Top Gun.

I found myself less concerned with the action onscreen as I focused on the imprint of Jack’s dick through his shorts. Even unaroused, he seemed big.

Mustering up my courage, I rested my hand on top of Jack’s thigh. I began massaging it, kneading the soft flesh with my fingers. Jack hissed, his brow furrowing slightly as I inched closer to his crotch.

“Aster...” His voice was soft but brimming with excitement.

I smirked. “Shh. Just watch the movie,” I said.

I continued rubbing his thighs. Every so often, I’d let my hand drift ever-so-close to Jack’s dick before swiftly retreating.

Jack let out a chorus of little sighs as I played this game. His dick twitched in his shorts, and after ten or so minutes of teasing, it strained half-hard against the light fabric. I let my fingers drift up toward his dick, ghosting them along the shaft. Jack tried to buck into my hand, but I pulled my fingers away, leaving him to thrust into the air uselessly.

“You trying to kill me or something?” Jack hissed.

I flattened my palm against Jack’s abdomen, feeling the rippling muscles beneath his warm skin.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I slipped beneath the waistband of Jack’s shorts and pulled them off. My heart jumped in my chest as I got my first real look at Jack’s dick. It was big—bigger than I’d ever had before. I was almost a bit nervous about my ability to take it.

Feigning confidence, I spat in my hand and began to stroke Jack’s dick.

Jack groaned. “Aster, fuck, that feels good.”

Heat surged through my face. I quickened, twisting my hand slightly as I jerked him off. I made sure to pay a bit of extra attention to the head, running my thumb over his slit and making his muscles tense with pleasure.

After a few minutes, Jack stopped me.

His eyes were dark and hazy with lust. The expression in them was almost animalistic. I shivered.

“Sit on my face,” Jack commanded. “I want to eat you out while you suck my cock.”

Excitement filled my chest. This had always been a fantasy of mine—but the few men I’d been with in the past had been strictly against doing oral on me.

Jack’s disposition broke for just a moment. “Is that okay, Aster?”

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