Page 34 of To Love the Stars too Fondly

I did, breathless at the scorching flame Alex had lit inside me. Such unbearable wickedness in her gaze, her smooth words tinder to my pain. I trembled as she pulled out, then pushed back in with agonizing stillness. Oh, I felt so full, my body finally stretching to accommodate the girth.

“Slow, see?” Alex said, a certain gravel to her tone that left me oh so weak.

“Is your cock sized to match your ego?” I managed.

“Obviously. The fact that you can snark about it means you aren’t turned on enough.”

“Maybe if you’d talk less and fuck more, that would change.” Admittedly, the radiant pain and pleasure were already melding. My body welcomed the third thrust, adjusting to the size. “Harder. I’m ready.”

Alex wasted no time, apparently experienced with pounding a hot girl against her car door. She gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, but I loved it, this helpless pleasure, unbound by any errant voices in my head that something was wrong. Everything was silent except Alex’s groans and my own escalating cries. Each thrust pulsed surmounting heat inside me, the relief after the tense car ride enough to numb my arms. “Oh, use me, Alex. Can you come with that thing?”

“The angle is a bit weird,” she said between breaths. “Don’t worry about me.”

I was about to argue, but one hand left my hips and instead wrapped around to touch between my legs, the sudden pressure on my clit sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

She pressed against my back, her thrusts shallow as she focused on my clit instead. I’d have mourned the lost pressure, but I was already coming. “Alex—I—Fuck—!”

I trembled in her arms, unraveling as she grasped around my waist, holding me up as I fell limp in her arms. Orgasm left me dizzy, the sensations of sex fading to the realization that the cock had, at some point, slipped out, and that I was propped up in Alex’s strong arms.

She twisted me around in her embrace, then placed a rough kiss on my lips. “You’re so damn hot.”

My blush only intensified my burning cheeks, I was sure. “And you still haven’t finished.”

“There’s no hurry.” She leaned in, placing a lingering kiss against my earlobe before whispering, “I’m going to take my time with you.”

I shivered as she released me, then gasped when she suddenly scooped me into her arms. Euphoria filled me, the sensation of being small but safe, as she carried me through the garage door.

Perhaps it was best I wasn’t walking, however. I lost my breath as she brought me inside.

I’d expected something modern and sleek, like the billionaire pads you saw in magazines. Instead, this was a world of lush carpets and tapestries, countless pricey trinkets displayed in cabinets and on shelves, and paintings of fantasy backgrounds. A large TV was mounted above the fireplace, with a luxurious couch splayed before it that looked entirely capable of consuming me. A surprising number of plants hung from the lower ceiling in the kitchen or found homes on the countertop, along with shiny appliances.

“I know it’s probably not what you expected,” Alex said, as unconfident as I’d ever heard her be. “It’s small, but the location is great, and I don’t want to maintain a big house—”

I cupped her cheek, coaxing her to meet my gaze. “It’s wonderful,” I said, and just when I thought it couldn’t be grander, movement from my peripheral stole my attention.

Slinking into the room was a tortoise-shell cat. I gasped and fought my way out of Alex’s arms, then slowly approached. “Hi, baby!”

The cat seemed unbothered by my enthusiasm, even coming over to sniff my offered hand when I knelt.

“Her name is Mabel,” Alex said. “She’s very friendly. She’ll try to smell your mouth, but you don’t have to let her.”

I swallowed a girlish whine when the cat rubbed against my hand, and of course offered my mouth to the curious cat, who did exactly as foretold. I gave her a soft pet on her neck, heart melting when she purred. “I h aven’t been able to pet a cat in so long.”

“You can pet Mabel whenever she’ll let you.”

“I love her. Please call me to cat-sit.”

Alex’s hand appeared at the small of my back. I hummed, feeling giddy amid the aftercare. But that’s when I realized Alex’s cock was still on full display—and mere inches from my face.

The cat could wait for now. I turned and gave the silicone a kiss, noting how Alex’s pupils engulfed that ring of bright blue. “I could clean that for you.”

Alex grinned. “It’s only polite.”

She shuffled out of her pants, revealing the actual strap-on. It looked almost like standard boxer briefs, but with an O-ring sewn into the design. I remained on my knees as she adjusted the angle and O-ring downward, seeing now the issue the zipper caused in positioning it too high.

Alex looked a bit silly standing there in her boxer briefs and fancy button-down—that was, until she took a handful of my hair in her grasp. Her dark visage left me breathless. “Well?”

I suppressed a grin as she pushed my head toward the member, soiled from my own pleasure. I took it gleefully into my mouth. First the head, then I squeezed my thumb as I slowly eased it all the way in.