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Bad Romeo

Bad Romeo (Starcrossed #1)(67)
Author: Leisa Rayven

Okay. Note to self: He likes having his nipples kissed.

“Five is … Aristophanes.” I move to the other side. I’m amazed by how he tastes. Salty and perfect.

“Number six is … uh … God…” He grinds into me, and I can’t think. I can’t stop tasting him as I run my hands over him, loving how fast his heart is pounding because of what I’m doing.

“Six is … it’s … Aw, hell, I have no idea.”

He sits up and kisses me, his tongue sweet and warm, as I push his shirt off his shoulders.

“Menander,” he says, his voice tight. “Guess you have to lose a piece of clothing. Let me help you.”

He leans back and yanks off my T-shirt as he mutters, “God bless Menander for being so fucking forgettable.” He cups my breasts through my bra and squeezes gently.

Oh, Lord. Holt’s hands. On my boobs. I may pass out.

He pushes my breasts together and kisses a path across the top of them. The light stubble on his jaw scratches in a completely pleasurable way.

“I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for weeks. They’re fucking perfect. Soft. Warm. Beautiful.”

I push his face further into me and moan as he continues to fondle and kiss. My skin is burning up. Everywhere he touches me tingles. I can barely breathe, but I don’t want him to stop.

I tilt my pelvis so I can press against him more firmly, and when I do, I gasp. The hard of him makes me ache to feel more.

I push him back onto the floor and straddle his thighs, before kissing a line down his stomach. Within a few seconds, my face is hovering just above the waistband of his jeans. I stroke the light smattering of hair below his belly button as he watches with heavy eyelids.

“I want to see you,” I whisper.

He exhales. “Taylor, you’re the most forward virgin I’ve ever met. Most are frightened of the things lurking inside men’s pants.”

“Have you known a lot of virgins?” I ask.

“Heaps. None of them ever asked to see my dick. In fact, they always asked me to keep it well away from them. Mind you, we were all fourteen at the time.”

I smile. “Silly girls.”

I kiss the skin just above his waistband, and when I look up at him, he’s leaning on his elbows, watching me.

“You’ve read my diary,” I say, keeping eye contact as I lick his hip. “You know my fascination with what’s inside here.”

“Fuck, yes.” He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. “Please don’t remind me about what’s written in your diary. After I read that damn thing, I had an erection for over a week. It was torture.”

“So, you remember what I wrote?” I ask as I run my hands over his hips.

“Taylor,” he says, his voice low and deep, “I’m absolutely fucking ashamed to say that I remember every word. Your diary is like literary Viagra.”

He tightens his jaw as I stroke his thighs, my fingers getting a little higher each time. A little closer to the bulge I’m dying to explore.

“You said my penis would probably win awards,” he says, his voice cracking. “I have no idea why I found that so sexy. Oh, fuck…”

He gasps as I gently graze the line of him, feeling the pressure of the tight muscle beneath the fabric.

“Jesus.” His jaw clenches and releases. “You have no idea what you do to me. You really don’t.”

When I unbuckle his belt and begin to unbutton his fly, he doesn’t stop me, and I’m hit with a sudden revelation that although this is all new to me, he’s no doubt had heaps of girls do this in the past.

I’m scared I won’t measure up.

“Keep going,” he says when I pause, a desperate edge to his voice. “Have pity, woman. Do you not fully understand how much I need you to put your hands on me right now?”

His words give me confidence, and as I continue, he watches me, his chest rising and falling quickly. Small sounds accompany each exhale. When the fly is completely unbuttoned I pull it open and look down.

“Oh … wow.”

Holt’s not wearing underpants.

Breathe, Cassie.

I glance up at his face. He half shrugs, half smiles. “Laundry day.”

I direct my attention back to his crotch.

As I pull his jeans down, his erection settles on his stomach, allowing me to really see it for the first time.

My predictions about what it would look like were spot-on. This is an award-winning dick.

My porn research has taught me that dicks come in all shapes and sizes, and I truly appreciate a pretty peen no matter the dimensions. But Holt’s erection is just like the rest of him. Inexplicably gorgeous. Large and arousing.

I touch it gently, grazing my fingers over the taut skin. The texture is incredible; far silkier than I’d imagined. I graze my fingertips over the length of it, and watch in awe as a myriad of emotions play across his face.

“Is this okay?” I ask, touching him more firmly.

He doesn’t answer, just nods. His approval spurs me on, so I work up the courage to wrap my fingers around it and squeeze.

“Oh, wow,” I say. “That feels amazing.”

He groans. “You can say that again.”

I gently move my fist up and down, blown away by the sensation of skin moving over muscle. I alternate between watching my hand and watching his reaction, and soon I become more confident with my pressure and rhythm.

“Oh … Cassie…”

Look at him. Look at how beautiful he is.

His face is stunning. Mouth open, brows furrowed. Every pass of my fingers makes him gasp, or moan, or curse.

I need to kiss him, so I keep moving my hand as I crawl back up his body and claim his lips. He kisses me back passionately, then closes his fingers over mine and squeezes.

“Harder,” he whispers, and grunts his approval when I comply.

I don’t know what I thought it would be like to touch Holt intimately, but I didn’t realize it would be so … satisfying. Seeing his reaction to my touch and hearing the noises I’m causing, it’s truly the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. And when he whispers urgently that he’s going to come, I feel like I’ve just split the atom or invented the wheel. So powerful and clever.

When he climaxes, I’m in awe.

His whole body tenses, and I mentally claim ownership over his spectacular orgasm. I caused that. Me. Inexperienced virgin that I am, I made Ethan Holt come, and quite explosively I might add, all over his stomach.

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