Page 66 of Anyone But the Superstar

I pull back, blinking. ‘Oh.’

One eyebrow quirks over his doubly self-satisfied expression. ‘Before what now?’

Face hot, I refocus on his glorious dick. ‘Shut up.’

Chuckling, Felix crosses his arms over his chest, seemingly at ease with his hard-on half an inch from eye-maiming me. ‘No, really.’

Really, I am seriously horny.

Butheseriously needs to shut up.

His smile forms a playful curve. ‘I’dloveto hear what you were saying about my situa?—’

I fill my mouth in order to close his, taking his cock as deep as I can.

‘Ahhh.’ His hands drop to my head, fisting in my hair.

My plan works.

‘Caramba, isso é bom.’

Kind of. But at least now he’s saying what I want to hear. In the language I want him to speak.

His fingers tighten, then release, as if worried he’s going to hurt me. I grab his ass and pull him closer, letting him know I’m okay.

He allows his body to rock forward an inch, but I know he’s holding himself in check.

Releasing one ass cheek, I use that hand to hold the base of his dick, sliding it up and down as I bob, trying to keep mymouth loose enough to lap my tongue underneath but still suck hard enough to make him groan.

‘Adoro a tua boca.’

I don’t have much time to feel victorious before his hands find the hem of my shirt and lift, my mouth popping off his hard-on and my shirt off my body.

Feeling helpful, I take care of my bra before Felix grips my ribcage and tosses me further up the bed.

‘Now who’s in a hurry?’ My tease is met with a growl before he begins the awkward action of toeing off his shoes under the pants bunched around his ankles.

It’s endearing.

The awkwardness, not the growl.

The growl is straight-up sexy and makes the panties I start shimmying out of extra wet.

Finally freeing himself of pants, Felix tosses a condom he must’ve retrieved from his pocket beside me on the bed.

Not hesitating, I grab it and begin reading the small print on the back.

‘It’s normal.’ Felix raises a hand, crossing a finger over his heart. ‘Promise.’

It’s hilarious how he thinks magnums are normal. But as he’s already hard and smug, I don’t mention it.

Having confirmed there’s zero benzocaine in the condom, I drop it next to me and crook my finger. ‘You need me to yell action?’

Scoffing, he places both hands on the foot of the bed and crawls over me, caging me in. ‘You can direct me anytime.’

Maybe it’s because this isn’t our first rodeo (so to speak). Or maybe it’s all the time we’ve spent living together. Or maybe it’s just part of the instant attraction I felt the moment I clapped eyeson that mange-worthy beard of his. But it hits me howcomfortableI am with Felix.

Some people might think comfortable is synonymous with passionless. Not me.

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