Page 69 of Musical Games
‘Jamie, look at me. I’m just a person.’
He shook his head vehemently and her heart did a pirouette.
‘Just because I’m on the telly doesn’t make me any different. I don’t care you’ve never had sex with someone famous. Kinloch’s hardly LA.’
‘No, that’s not—’
‘Actually, you’re right. Kinloch’s currently got more stars per square mile than LA. I’m just a forty-watt bulb in comparison.’
‘No. You’re not. You’re everything.’
Her heart was so puffed up, there was no room left in her chest for her lungs to work properly. He was looking at her with such desperate intensity her skin felt on fire. She dropped the duvet and knelt on the bed.
His eyes flicked to her chest and he sucked in a ragged breath. His gaze held so much heat, it crackled down her body. She wanted him so much it hurt.
‘Do you want it to happen again?’ Her voice was breathy with longing.
He nodded.
She held his gaze and slowly pulled one of the thin straps of her pyjama top off her shoulder.
He blinked, his breath coming faster and faster.
She hooked her finger under the second strap. ‘How much do you want it, Jamie?’
He opened his mouth to speak.
‘Kids!’ Morag’s voice boomed up the stairs.
Sam froze.
‘Breakfast’s almost ready.’
Jamie went to the door and opened it. ‘Thanks, Mum, give us five minutes.’ He closed it again and stared at her. ‘Get the pillow.’ His voice was a growl.
She pulled it from behind her without thinking, her heart stuttering.
‘W-why?’ she stammered.
‘Just in case.’
He stalked towards her, grabbed her ankles and tugged her down the bed. He yanked her pyjama shorts off, spread her legs and buried his tongue inside her.
She pulled the pillow over her face to stifle the scream. Stars exploded in the blackness as he zeroed in on her clit with fast hard licks. There was no easing in, no gradual ramping up. He turned her from simmering to combusting in a heartbeat.
His strong hands held her tight as she jerked beneath him, fighting to contain her cries and breathe through the pillow. Her orgasm was hurtling towards her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
His fingers pushed inside her and she started shaking. He thrust them in and out, raking them against the top wall, his tongue fast and furious. Her orgasm slammed into her, knocking out her breath with a silent scream. She convulsed beneath him, her body ripping and tearing itself apart with pleasure.
The sensations carried on and on in wider and wider waves until they rushed back together with a roar for a second climax almost painful in its intensity. Sam was lost, shivering and shaking, blinded by feeling. As she floated back to earth and her breath returned, she felt his fingers slip free.
He gave a long, slow lick up her length, then pulled back. She took the pillow away and stared up at him. He was standing, the bulge in his jeans huge. She could see a wet patch on the fabric.Holy shit. He’d come just by bringing her off. His hand stroked his shaft through his trousers, outlining how hard it still was. He was breathing heavily.
‘That’s how much I want it, Sam. That’s how much I want you.’
He walked out and closed the door, calling down the stairs to his mother to say he was on his way.
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