Page 55 of Fractured Constellations
“You are always beautiful, Moonbeam, because your insides are stunning, and nothing can hide it,” Thorn tells me, and I have to blink back the tears that are threatening to fall. I don’twant to cry again, not right now. “Are you feeling up to doing Chase?”
I catch Chase’s gaze in the mirror, my lips twitching. “Always.” Then I give him wink, and his eyes widen before the sexiest fucking smirk crosses his lips and he reaches down to adjust his sweatpants where I can see his dick growing.
Heat suffuses my cheeks as I get up and he takes my place. His eyes burn into me as I reach for the clippers, but his hands dart out, tugging down the cotton shorts I’m wearing, along with my panties.
“Chase!” I yelp, but Thorn sweeps down and tugs them away so I’m standing in just an oversized sweatshirt—Blade’s, I think—and nothing else.
“You’re going to keep my cock nice and warm while you shave my head, Star,” he orders, and my body flushes hot, a shiver falling over me. “Grab the clippers.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“RIDE FOR ME” BY KAYAM
LUNA
With trembling fingers, I do as he commands, watching as Blade hands him a bottle of lube. Chase pulls down his sweats, and my mouth waters at the sight of him hard and ready, the piercing at his tip glinting in the light of the room.
“But Mom and Richard?—”
“Are downstairs, so don’t scream too loud,” Chase interrupts, and Jesus, the idea of getting caught just makes my core heat more.
“That turned you on more, didn’t it, naughty stepsis?” Thorn whispers in my ear, and a small moan falls from my lips as his fingers find my clit, rubbing circles around it. He chuckles deeply. “She’s already wet for you, brother.”
“That’s because she’s our good little sister,” Chase replies, and fuck, it’s so wrong but his words make me even wetter.
Thorn helps get me into position, my legs on the outside of Chase’s, and then lowers me down, Chase holding his dick so it fills me up as I sink onto his lap.
“Chase,” I moan, the feeling of fullness exquisite, even if the burn of the stretch borders on painful because there’s been no prep. They know I love it though when it’s like this, them forcing me to take them when I’m not ready.
I pant as he fills me up, my hand full-on shaking as I grip the clippers.
“Fuck, you always feel so good wrapped around my dick like this,” Chase groans, his hands coming up and grasping my hips, his fingers digging in. “Now be quick about shaving my head. I need to fuck you.”
I lick my dry lips as I turn the clippers on, trying to ignore the way his dick is buried inside me as I bring them to his head. I have a moment to wonder about the fact that hair will be everywhere, but then he flexes his hips and I decide that it’s worth it.
It’s not the neatest job, mostly because he tests my limits of concentration by moving his hips every so often, sending lightning racing across my skin. No sooner have I turned the clippers off than Chase is standing up, the clippers dropping to the carpet with a dull thud as he stays buried inside me and strides to my bed.
“I will never not fucking want you,” he rasps in my ear as he lowers us down onto the sheets. “Never not crave you with every fiber of my being.” His hips move in a rhythm that leaves me gasping, my back arching as he fucks me deep and slow. “With hair or without, you are beauty personified, Luna.”
His body is pressed to mine, but we’re wearing too many clothes, and I pluck at his shirt, needing it and my sweatshirt off.
“Off,” I demand, and he pauses, giving me one of his rare smiles.
“I’ll allow that order…just this once,” he arrogantly agrees, pushing up onto one arm and reaching behind him, pulling his T-shirt off in that sexy guy way that really has no right to be as attractive as it is.
My breath catches in my chest as he reveals all the glorious planes and dips of his body, using his hand and legs to push off his sweatpants. I gasp when he flips us, never leaving my body.
“Your turn,” he says, grabbing the hem of my shirt and helping me to pull it off. “All of it.”
I take my tank top off as well, still astride him, but now completely naked. His eyes drink me in, his pupils blown, and they travel down and pause at the part where we’re joined. “I fucking love being able to see myself disappearing inside you, Star.”
I glance down, seeing that there are some perks to losing my hair, I suppose, because it’s not just the hair on my head, but all over my body. My pussy is bare, and I didn’t even have to shave or wax. He’s right though. It’s fucking hot seeing us connected.
I rise up slightly, then sink back down, pleasure skittering across my body, my nipples pebbling as he groans.
“Goddamn, Luna,” he rasps, his hands back on my hips and helping me to ride him. “Just like that, baby.”
We lose ourselves, the sound of our joining getting wetter as my orgasm rolls over me.
