Page 67 of Anyone But the Superstar

I’m comfortable in that I’m not worried I might do something Felix might not like. Nor am I scared of not living up to his expectations, or him mine. And I find feeling comfortable enough to both care about his pleasure and be self-assured enough to demand my own incredibly hot.

Especially when I realize that, up until now, I’ve never had both.

Huh.

Leaving that thought for another day, I examine Felix’s heated expression as I grab his hand and direct it to my clit.

‘So wet.’ Bracing his weight on one hand above my shoulder, he circles my clit with his other, dipping his fingers inside me. ‘Tão quente.’

His thumb stays pressed against my clit, and first one, then two fingers thrust inside.

I arch back. ‘Hmm, yes.’

The pressure changes, lightens as his thumb moves back and forth in short, fast motions, almost like a vibration.

‘Oh God. That’s good.’ I spread my legs further, my thigh muscles clenching, my clit pulsing. ‘Do that. Keep doing that.’

He does. And it’s a testament to his workouts that he’s able to remain balanced above me on one arm as I wrap my legs around his waist.

Yet it’s the crook of his fingers that finally does it.

‘I’m coming.’ Tensing around him, my heels dig into his ass.

The touching and massaging of my spot continue as the lapping waves of pleasure swell.

‘Fuck, I’m coming.’ Cresting the tsunami-like orgasm, my body spasms and lifts off the bed.

Stillhis arm holds strong as I ride out my orgasm, clinging to him like some kind of spider monkey in heat.

It isn’t until the last ebbs of heat fade, and I drop back to the mattress that he moves the hand between my legs and pushes himself back, grabbing the condom as he goes.

Through half-mast eyes, I watch him tear open the foil packet with his teeth.

Condom in one hand, he wraps his other around the base of his cock, stroking it as he stares between my legs. Watching him watch me makes me wetter. Hotter. But just as I’m about to reach for him, I have a sudden thought.

Maybe there’s another reason – besides making me wet – for the self-stroking.

Wanting to be as considerate to him as he is to me, I lift on my elbows and meet his eyes, wanting to give him, and not just his dick, my full attention.

Felix frowns, his cock-stroking hand pausing.

‘Just know—’ taking a breath, I attempt to rid myself of the impatient desire that Felix has stoked high and hot inside me ‘—that if you need to stop at any point, or if there is something I can do to keep—’ my eyes drop to his erection still hard and long in his fist ‘—everything in working order, just let me know.’ I nod, satisfied that we can have this kind of conversation even in the heat of the moment. ‘I’ll help however I can.’

I smile, pleased with how comfortable we are with each other.

And yet Felix does not look comfortable. His mouth flattens and his eyes narrow. He looks… vexed. ‘Are you fucking serious right now?’

Extremely horny but vexed.

‘Uh…’ I guess just becauseI’mcomfortable doesn’t mean Felix is.

Guys are weirdly sensitive about the working order of their dicks.

‘Sorry.’ I strive for a look of understanding, but seeing as I don’t really understand, I’m sure I don’t quite nail it.

Felix holds my eyes with his narrowed gaze and rolls on the condom.

‘I didn’t mean to spoil the mood.’ I try for a smile for it feels awkward. ‘I just wanted you to know that you don’t have to push yourself.’

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