Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars 4)

Instinct.

Two of us moving on intuition. Like there was something instilled in us that predestined exactly where we were gonna go.

From zero to one hundred in a second flat.

“Shit,” I hissed.

I was just beggin’ for the pain, wasn’t I? Running straight for it.

But with her, I wasn’t sure there was any turning back.

“Rhys,” she rasped, rubbing her bare pussy against my cock.

“Want me again, Sweet Thing?” My voice grew rough.

Gritty and raw as I pressed her against the shower wall and rocked against her like a fiend.

Water rained over us.

Steam coating the air.

Girl ruining me.

Second by second.

“I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”

A grunt escaped my throat, and she was suddenly stroking me between us, her hot little hand pumping my cock.

Holy shit.

Energy flashed. A flicker of light that burst in the air.

“Lookin’ for trouble.” Didn’t know which of us I was talking to.

“No, Rhys, I was looking for you.”

My mouth dove for peace. For this feeling that there might be something better. Bigger.

I kissed her in a way I was pretty sure I’d never kissed anyone before as she kept stroking me.

Passion burned on our lips and our bodies writhed in the fire.

An imprint.

A score.

A scar.

I didn’t know.

Only thing I knew was we both wanted to be marked. Tattooed in this moment as she fisted me, shifted me so my engorged, aching head was running through her pussy, as I gathered her up closer and let my mouth worship this girl.

Lips and tongues and teeth.

Like any caution we’d had, had been tossed into the sea.

Our tongues were chaos.

Every touch insanity.

When I couldn’t take it a second longer, I drove home.

Filling her full.

Maggie gasped, her back arching from the wall, her small breasts that were sexy as all fuck pressing into my chest.

Taking her by the outside of the thighs, I began to rock.

Hard and rigid and fast.

Maggie just urged me faster.

Like the girl had made the choice to take a dive into the disorder.

Like she craved it.

Her hands in my hair and her kiss trashing any reservation.

I let my mouth wander. Over her jaw and down her neck. Maggie lifted her chin to grant me access, and she held me by the back of the head as I let my tongue slip-slide along the delicate slope of her throat. I took a quick path south until I had the rosy, hardened tip of her nipple in my mouth. I nibbled it with my teeth.

“Rhys,” she whimpered. “Oh, God.”

“Am I hurtin’ you?”

“No. I want you. All of you. In any way. In every way. If you only knew the fantasies I’ve had about you. All the ways I imagined you taking me.”

She said it while she used my hair for leverage, rocking that tight body over my dick, riding me hard.

“Baby.”

I used the word like a caution sign because she sure as shit shouldn’t be talking to me like that.

All she said was, “Please.”

I shifted her so I was holding her with one arm around the waist, the other twisting between us so I could rub her throbbing clit.

Girl writhing. Begging.

So gorgeous.

Need screamed across her shimmery flesh.

This girl who the only thing I wanted was for her to spread her wings and fly.

“Look at you, Goddess Girl. Don’t know how it’s possible. Touchin’ you like this. Feel so good. You have any idea? Best fuckin’ thing I’ve ever felt.”

“I’d never dared to hope that someone could make me feel like this.” It was more praise falling from her tongue. “Don’t stop. Never stop.”

Pleasure raced my spine.

Prickles and sparks.

Coming in waves.

I rolled my thumb over her clit while my hips thrust erratically.

Girl met me stroke for stroke.

Driving me to a bliss I’d never known.

“You feel it?”

Frantically, she nodded her head, girl bouncing all over me like the best kind of wet dream. “I feel you.”

“Let go, Sweet Thing.”

I gave in, too. Taking her hard and deep.

Nails scratched into my shoulders.

“Yes. Rhys.”

Her words were choppy, and I could feel every molecule in her wind tight.

Pleas dropping as whispers from her lips. Growing thicker. Needier. Deeper.

Swore, I could see it gather in the space.

Way the mist swirled and glowed.

Something brilliant.

Something blinding.

Something I didn’t deserve but couldn’t stop from taking, anyway.

Felt it the second she split.

When her walls clutched my dick.

When her head rocked back against the shower wall and she moaned so deep.

And I held her there as she flew. While she mumbled incoherently.

While my hips jerked and snapped and this girl dragged me with her.

I pulled out a second before I lost it, scrambling to set her on her feet while I went to rubbing myself all over her belly like a desperate, needy fuck.

I came all over her stomach.

Thought for a minute she would be horrified, but I should’ve known this girl would take it as something cherished, too.

Way she was still rocking, her hands on my ass, pulling me closer as she shot me to the stars.