Page 85 of Sterling Stone

I lean back, bringing her with me, gasping into her mouth as her breasts brush over my chest. Her nipples are tight and hard, tickling against the hairs on my chest. She presses at my shoulders, breaking the kiss and sitting up over me again.

I drink in her body and lift my hand to the left side of her chest. I draw a star shape against her warm skin. I don’t have words for an oath tonight.

Taxi flattens my palm against her chest instead, placing her hand over the back of mine.

We simply stare at one another, and while I want to beg to know what’s in that pretty head of hers, she lets go of my hand and reaches for the button on my jeans, distracting me.

“Taxi,” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer other than scooting herself to my thighs and lowering my zipper.

“You took care of me last night. Let me have the pleasure tonight.”

“That’s not—” My thoughts cut off again as her hand covers the thick length of me, bulging out from the opening of my pants.

“Hush,” she warns, working my jeans, along with my boxer briefs, over my hips and lowering them to my thighs. She gives me her signature hum, and I close my eyes, memorizing the sound.

When her warm fist wraps around where I’m hot and throbbing, my eyelids fling open again. Taxi is intent on where she strokes me up and back, squeezing me harder with each pass.

“Taxi. Baby.” I groan. This hadn’t been my intention. I didn’t want to go first, but I’m totally under her spell, captivated by her and her touch. Her hands tugging with just the right amount of pressure, better than anything I’ve ever felt.

“Taxi,” I warn, my eyes involuntarily closing again. My jaw clenches. “It’s been so long and I . . .”

Suddenly, the tip of her tongue slides across the wet slit of my tip.

“Fuck,” I grunt, reaching for the back of her head again. My other hand reaches up for the slats above my head, and I grip the iron, holding on, like my resolve is slim, losing my battle for restraint.

One of her hands comes to my hip, pinning me down a second as she draws me to the back of her throat, then glides to the top again. Back and forth, she slides up and down, teasing me with release and then swallowing me once again.

Eventually, my hips thrust upward, breaking her hold on me, and I feel her smile around my heavy cock.

I glance down the expanse of my body to see those silvery irises looking up at me. I’m mesmerized by the gleam in her eyes and her mouth surrounding me. She cups the heavy sacks at the base of my dick, gently rolling them through her other hand as she sucks harder, draws me deeper.

“Taxi,” I choke, gripping the back of her head harder, while on the verge of snapping the headboard slat.

She hums around me, and I shatter.

Fucking break into a million pieces, like an asteroid striking a planet. I’m bright lights and shards of stone drifting through a dark sky.

The release is so intense my legs actually shake, and I hold tighter to the headboard, keeping Taxi’s head in place as I ride out the aftershocks until I collapse back on the bed, like I’ve fallen to earth from the heavens.

With a slow, deliberate glide up where I’m spent, Taxi gives a soft kiss to my tip, then climbs up my body.

Our eyes meet again, and she swipes her thumb against the corner of her mouth.

“Pure kryptonite,” I tease, digging my hand into the hair on the side of her head and lifting to kiss her.

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[Taxi]

Watching Stone Sylver fall apart has to be ranked up there with the seven wonders of the world. A man so sturdy, so controlled, crumbling like he just did, and because of me . . . that is something powerful.

And now he’s kissing me, tasting himself on my tongue, drinking me in again. Everything about this kiss is yearning.

As he said, it’s been so long, and those words hold weight. If it’s been a long time since he’s been touched, it means it’s been a long time since he’s touched someone.

And he’s touching me. His fingers in my hair. His mouth eager and hungry against mine. His chest brushing my naked breasts.