Page 47 of Pucking Only
“Yeah, it was a mistake,” Carson agrees. “Doesn’t mean thinking about it and your perfect pussy doesn’t drive me crazy, though.”
Heat pulses through and my breath leaves me in a rush. I try to maintain my composure, even as I feel my cheeks heat, but not with embarrassment.
“Well, hold onto those memories,” I snap. “Because it’s never happening again.”
“Of course not,” he hisses, stepping closer to me. “I’d be an idiot to fuck you twice.”
“Asshole.”
“Brat.”
Before I realize what I’m doing, I grab the back of his neck and pull him down into a hungry kiss.
Shock registers in the stiff set of his shoulders, but it barely lasts a second before he's kissing me back with an intensity that steals my breath. His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against him as his lips move fiercely over mine. The world spins, and I have to cling tighter to him to keep my balance.
“Star…” he groans between kisses, using that pet name again, but this time I don't stop him. This time, I kiss him harder.
His hands are on my waist, guiding me backward until my back hits the wall. There's no escaping now, not that I want to. He breaks the kiss for a moment, just long enough to press his forehead against mine while we both catch our breaths.
“I thought you said this couldn’t happen again,” he manages to rasp out, his voice rough and filled with emotion.
“Shut up,” I pant, unable to do anything more than reach up to grip his hair.
He lets out a shaky laugh that sends warmth flooding through me. His eyes meet mine and there's a softness there that makes my heart pound in my chest.
“Good,” he murmurs before crashing his lips onto mine again.
I open my mouth and he slips his tongue in as he picks me up off my feet. Moaning, I wrap my legs around him and cling to him as he carries me down the hall toward the bedroom.
“What are we doing?” I breathe out, only half in control of my senses. The feeling of his lips pressing against mine, the thrill of his strong arms carrying me, it’s all too much, too fast.
“Something we both want,” he whispers back, kicking the bedroom door open with a soft thud.
My heart hammers in my chest as he drops me onto the bed. He hovers over me, his eyes darkened with desire. Carson leans down to nuzzle my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine. His lips find mine again in a demanding, rough kiss. My pussy throbs with need and I want him naked. Grabbing his shirt, I tug at it, wanting it off him right the hell now.
“Stupid clothes,” I growl. “They’re in the way!”
He chuckles against my lips, pulling away just enough to yank the shirt over his head and toss it to the side. His chest is bare now, tanned skin and toned muscles gleaming in the dim light. My fingers greedily explore his torso, tracing over the hard ridges of his abs, causing him to shudder above me.
"Star..." he murmurs again, the nickname rolling off his tongue as if it's all he knows how to say. Maybe it is — maybe he can't say anything but my nickname when we're like this — lost in each other, tangled up in sheets and heavy breathing.
I grin, enjoying the way he’s kind of breathless just from my touching him. Feeling devilish, I pinch one of his nipples, giggling when he yelps.
“The fuck was that?” he demands to know, snatching my wrist and pinning it above my head.
I smirk. “What? Don’t enjoy a bit of nipple play?”
He growls and grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it upward until I arch my back, allowing him to pull it off completely. A gasp leaves me as the cool air hits my skin but it’s quickly silenced by another kiss.
“Oh, Star.” He raises his head. “My little brat. You want nipple play?” he hisses. “I’ll give you nipple play.”
His lips are everywhere — on my neck, my shoulder, trailing down my stomach, before he settles on my breasts andstarts sucking my nipples. He grazes his teeth over one before biting it, making me jump.
I moan my back arching off the bed as sensation pulses through me. His stubble scrapes over my skin, increasing the sensation, and I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through his lips and along my skin.
Carson holds me down at my waist, keeping me firmly in place while his other hand trails down my body. Fingertips press into my hip bone before they continue their journey downward. The anticipation of where they're headed causes my breath to hitch.
His lips finally leave mine as he moves lower down on my body, heat scorching my skin in their wake. Carson's eyes meet mine for a split-second before he dips his head between my thighs.