Page 81 of My Lucky Star
That’s when I knew why I’d brought him here. “I don’t want you to be with me like you are with... everyone else. I want you to remember me.” At least we weren’t in bed, I thought.
His brown eyes tracked mine, full of need and something else. “I won’t have to remember. I’ll keep you so you can remind me every day.” The tenderness in his voice made my heart squeeze.
I had to focus on the physical sensation. “Please, Cem.”
I laid my hand on his shoulder, guiding him lower. He didn’t resist, trailing his tongue all the way to where I needed it. There it was. What I craved. The moment his mouth landed on me, my arms spread wide along the wet tile and all thoughts vanished. “Yes!”
I expected him to get bored and move on to something else, but Cem ate me like he hadn’t been fed in weeks, with long, deliberate strokes and little licks.
“Don’t stop,” I uttered, on the cusp of losing it.
I’d take this souvenir. The movie star orgasm. My legs shook from the effort of holding myself upright. They’d give in, I knew it, but I needed this. The pressure built in my belly, and everything pooled down. Everything in me zeroed in on that point of contact. Fire and ice. Lava and hundred-dollar honey. All pouring through me, uncontrollably. I was officially a lost cause. If this was a free sample, I was already hooked on whatever he was selling, for life.
“Come, Aria,” he grunted, applying more pressure.
My vision burst with thousands of stars and my body arched against the cool tiles. I unraveled, crying out louder than I ever intended, my body taking over, pulsing with waves of pleasure until my knees buckled and he caught me.
“That was amazing.” I felt his smile against my skin. “But please don’t pass out. I need you.”
I hung from his neck until I found balance, my feet against the floor, the delicious sensations still throbbing between my legs, making every cell vibrate.
He needed me.
I didn’t have a routine. I didn’t offer blowjobs for birthday presents or rewards for housework. I’d never really wanted to. But now I needed to see him to lose control, just like me.
I crouched down and closed my mouth around him.
Cem. Cem. His name filled my mind as he filled my mouth, hard and perfect. I tightened my fists around his thick shaft and moved, listening to his heavy gasps rising above the sound of the shower. He was mine. In this moment, he was mine and couldn’t think of anyone or anything else.
He mumbled something in Turkish, a ramble of throaty consonants that sounded dirtier than anything I could imagine in English. His fingers sunk into my wet hair, and I understood. More. Faster. I matched my pace with his breath, feeling a delicious pull in the bottom of my belly as I sensed him getting closer.
He made a funny sound when he came, something between pain and pleasure. I held on for as long as I could, then I discreetly spit into the drain, hoping he wasn’t offended. I wasn’t a professional.
My arms started to shiver so I stood and stepped under the shower. Cem leaned against the wall, eyes closed. Finally, he ran his hand over his face and opened them. “Well, that was new.”
“What, a blow job in the shower?”
He laughed. “I don’t mean that. Although, it was the first time in this shower.”
I wiped the water from my eyes to see him clearly. “I thought you’d tried everything.”
“Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. Access?”
“You think I’ve done every woman I’ve had access to, in every location I’ve had access to?” He looked blurry behind the water droplets, but I detected the hurt in his voice.
I tried to lighten my tone. “Yeah, nah. That’d be in the millions, right?”
“Are you flattering me or judging me?” He stared at me, water dripping down from his beard, the hard angles of his muscles gleaming under the shower mist, looking so bloody perfect. Yet, I had to look deeper, at the human beneath.
I sighed. “I think I’m... misjudging you.”
He nodded, his gaze dipping down at my feet.
“I’m sorry,” I added quietly.
Feeling like I wanted to hide, I turned to search the in-built shelves for shampoo. He pushed himself off the wall, picked up a pink bottle and handed it to me.
