Page 34 of The Fangirl and the Crooner

My brain has completely shorted out, unable to process the last half-hour. I’d think it was all a dream if Bram Baker wasn’t kissing his way up my body right now in a slow, measured pace that tells me he’s in no hurry to end this shocking interlude.

I knew coming for him would be good. There was never any doubt. But the intensity of my orgasm shocked me, as did his stern order to watch him while I came like one of those dominant lovers in the romance novels I’ve read.

And when he called me a good girl?Fuck me. I know I’ve always been a people-pleaser, but pleasing Bram enough that he’d say those words almost made me come on the spot.

As his mouth reaches my neck, burrowing there for a few kisses and nibbles, his hips settle between my thighs. I can feel his erection nudging against me from beneath the sweatpants he still wears, and I buck my hips slightly to increase the pressure.

Bram groans against my skin, then lifts his head to look down at me with liquid, half-mast eyes. Then he presses a firm, closed-mouth kiss against my lips before releasing a contented sigh, and he rolls off me to land on his back beside me. Sliding his arm beneath me, he tugs me over until I’m nestled against his side. I lift my head to look down at him, and his eyes are closed as he lays there with a satisfied smile curving his lips.

That’s it? He gives me the greatest orgasm of my life, and it’s over? Though I appreciate the fact that he expects nothing in return for the life-altering bliss he just delivered, I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave him hard and throbbing for more.

Resting my cheek on his shoulder, I look down at his crotch, and sure enough, there’s a tent in his pants. A verylargetent. My mouth fills with saliva at the sight of it, and I slowly brush my hand down his chest.

When my fingers reach his abs, his hands snaps out to grip my wrist in a gentle, yet firm hold. I lift my head to look at him again, and this time I meet his heady gaze.

“You don’t owe me anything, Pressley. That was as much for me as it was for you.”

I nod as if I’m in agreement, and he releases my wrist before dropping his head back to the pillow and reclosing his eyes. My hand drops back to his abdomen, and he can’t suppress his quiet groan or hide the way hismuscles tighten beneath the touch. His erection bobs and springs back beneath those fucking gray sweatpants, and damn it, I want to see it. Touch it. Taste it the way he tasted me.

I sit up in a rush, and his eyes pop back open. I meet his questioning gaze and lick my lips as my fingers explore the ridges and valleys of his abs on their slow trek south.

“And this is for me,” I say as my fingers slip beneath his waistband to brush over the tight, smooth skin of his erection before curling around it and squeezing lightly.

Bram groans as his eyes fall closed once more, his expression tightening as he exhales harshly. He sucks the breath back in on a hiss as I begin to stroke his length, my fingers sliding over the sensitive skin. His extreme reactions make me feel powerful and fearless. I’m not used to the feeling, and I fucking love it.

Rolling onto my knees, I release his cock and work on tugging his sweats down. His own hands move to help as he lifts his hips, and his lack of underwear means the second his pants reach his thighs, that glorious cock springs free, allowing me to get my first sight of it.

I look at it for a moment with awe-filled eyes, then slowly reach out to grip it at the base. Bram hisses again, but my attention is focused solely on the bead of liquid forming at the tip. Moving closer, I lick it clean, and Bram grunts with pleasure.

Pumping my fist up and down his shaft, I suck the tip between my lips, and he makes more unintelligible noises. I push him deeper into my mouth, licking at the veiny ridges as I go, and I can feel myself getting turnedon by the act. Surprise trickles through me as my core clenches with need, both because I literallyjustcame and also because though I don’t usually mind the act, it never makes me wet and needy. Not like this.

Maybe it’s the noises he’s making or the tension in his powerful thighs as I suck him, or maybe it’s just because it’sBram. But either way, I feel my own need building and building as I work him over, and I need some relief.

His cock pops free of my lips as I straighten, and when I look over at his face, I see Bram watching me silently. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I move slowly, throwing a leg over his hips to straddle him before lowering and rubbing my slit along the length of his cock.

“Fuck,” he grits out between clenched teeth, his hands finding my hips and squeezing the flesh in a tight grip.

I’ve never acted so brazenly before, but I’m feeling zero embarrassment or desire to stop. I roll my pelvis in a quick, smooth motion, grinding my clit against his hard ridge as my hands explore his bare chest. I lean over, pressing hot kisses to his skin before flicking my tongue against one flat nipple.

This all feels so fucking good, I lose concentration, and I slide a bit too far forward. I freeze as the tip of his cock notches at my entrance, and I don’t think either of us breathes for the next minute. Or hour. Time has no meaning.

When I do finally take a breath, I unintentionally movebackward an inch, pushing him a little deeper. Some kind of weird purring noise I’ve never made before erupts from my chest, and all I can think about is driving him deeper. Feeling him stretch and fill me with his perfect cock.

Bram’s fingers tighten on my hips, and I freeze again. When I open my eyes, he’s watching me carefully. Holding that gaze, I push down again, driving him in a little more.

“Pressley,” he groans, sounding like he’s in pain.

“It’s okay,” I breathe. “I’m on the pill.”

“I’ve never…not without…”

“Me, neither,” I say with relief.

This will be a first for both of us, and I can’t help but feel a thick sense of satisfaction coating me like a warm blanket.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “There are some condoms in my nightstand.”

I know that would be the smart and responsible thing to do, but fuck, I’m tired of being smart and responsible all the time. And I want tofeelhim. All of him with no barrier between us.

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