Starstruck (Heartstrings Duet #1)

39. die with a smile

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DIE WITH A SMILE

BAXTER

“TROUBLE” BY CAMYLIO

L ennon does as I ask and spreads her legs wide. I lick my lips when she bares herself to me, a groan escaping me as her legs already begin to shake in anticipation.

Walking offstage to find her arms wrapped around another man was the same moment I realized I really don’t want this thing between us to end.

This is all still new to me, but I have never wanted anyone the way I want her. Physically, emotionally—I want it all. I never thought the day would come when I willingly give up my bachelor lifestyle, but I would do anything this woman wanted me to.

Fucking anything .

I just don’t know how to convince her to let me. Because she continues to remind me that once the concert is over, whatever we are is, too. And convincing her otherwise would also mean having to come clean about what I found out at that bastard’s trial all those months ago—something I’m still not quite sure I’m ready to do. I don’t want to give her any reason to walk away early .

So for now, I’ll take what I can get.

I glance up at her through hooded eyes, my finger teasing her entrance. I slide it slowly inside then curl it to meet her G-spot, grinning as she whimpers softly.

“Mmm, you have the prettiest pussy, Lennon.” I watch as my finger disappears inside of her, her wet heat clenching the digit. “And you’re always so wet for me, aren’t you?”

She nods as her mouth falls open with a moan, making me grin even wider. I pull out my finger and pick up the vibrator, sliding it into her. Her body tenses as the toy fills her, and when I turn it on to the lowest setting, the cry she lets out is like music to my ears.

“I think we can go higher,” I tell her with a smirk, knocking the speed up a notch. My cock strains against the zipper on my jeans as I slide the toy in and out, her breaths quickening as her bound hands scrape against the mirror, trying to find something to grasp.

This was such a good idea.

Holding the vibrator steady inside of her, I bring my mouth to her clit, letting my teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“ Oh, my god ,” falls from her lips as her eyes roll back. The way her body responds to mine fuels my movements, my tongue flicking against her clit repeatedly as she clenches the vibrator tighter.

She writhes against my mouth, her arms trapped behind her, fully at my mercy. This woman who loves to be in control giving it all up to me? It’s a beautiful sight.

It means she trusts me entirely. And that thrills me to no end.

“God, Lennon,” I rasp. “I’ll never get sick of your taste.” With those words, I slam my mouth against her again, sucking her clit into my mouth. Her entire body starts shaking as I devour her like I’m on death row and she’s my last meal.

Her legs wrap around me tight, her thighs fighting against where my arms hold them open.

“That’s it, Lenny girl.” I kick the vibrator up another level, and that’s all it takes. Before I know it, the first wave shoots through her, crashing into her like a goddamn tsunami. She screams, and I let my arms fall, her legs tightening around my head. I continue working her until the orgasm subsides, her body falling back against the mirror. I turn the vibrator off and slide it out then stand so we’re eye-level again.

“You’re so goddamn pretty when you come,” I tell her as I slip the toy into my mouth, sucking every last drop of her off of it before putting it away. “Good thing we’re just getting started.”

I meet her eyes, which are glassy from the lust coursing through her right now. I set my hands on either side of her against the vanity and bring my face close to her, swiping my tongue over my lips.

Fuck if I’m not so fucking gone for her.

“These lips”—I grip her by the chin, tilting her head up to face me—“are mine .” I lean down and firmly press my mouth to hers, our tongues tangling together slowly for a moment before I pull away.

She lets out a whimper as I lift her off the vanity and spin her around so we’re both facing the mirror. I let one hand explore her body, twirling over her nipples and running up and down her stomach, while I roll a condom on with the other. “This pussy”—I groan, pulling her flush against me so my cock nudges her opening—“is mine. ”

I drag my lips down her neck, my teeth grazing against the spot I know drives her crazy as I slowly push inside. She sighs as her eyes flutter shut, her head falling back against my shoulder.

I bury myself right to the root before pulling all the way back out. She moans, my hands gripping her hips as I repeatedly hit that spot inside of her.

“And your moans”—I curl one hand around to her front, skimming my calloused fingers down to her bundle of nerves and pressing firmly against it. She gasps from the contact, still sensitive from her last orgasm, and her pussy tenses around me as I begin to circle it in perfect rhythm with my thrusts—“are mine .”

She shudders, and I can tell each thrust pushes her closer and closer to the edge, so I halt my movements, freezing deep inside her. I know what she wants, and I’m desperate to get both of us there, but first I need her to tell me the one thing I’ve been dying to hear her say.

Her eyebrows pull together, our eyes connecting in the mirror.

“Say it, Trouble,” I demand.

She tears her eyes from me, trying to pull forward to get that friction back, but her hands are still tied behind her back and my arms are wrapped around her—she has nowhere to go. I hold her firm in place, one hand pressing on her clit while I wrap the other around her neck.

“Baxter, please ,” she begs, desperate for release.

“Say it, and I’ll let you come again.”

She whimpers, her legs shaking from the pressure of me stretching her. I meet her gaze in the mirror, my eyes swimming with hunger.

Finally, she relents, giving me what I’ve been waiting for.

“Yours,” she whispers. “I’m yours.”

I grin, pulling out slowly. Her legs buckle, and if not for me holding her upright, she would’ve toppled over.

“That’s right, Lenny girl,” I rasp, my lips ghosting the shell of her ear. “ You are mine .” I thrust in deep while rubbing circles on her clit, and she screams. “Now come.”

And she does.

Her walls begin to pulse around me as my balls tighten, pressure building at the base of my spine. Her fingers grasp at my lower stomach as her head falls forward.

“Eyes on us,” I demand, my voice low. As I continue my pace, she looks up, watching the reflection of herself finishing all over my cock. She cries out, and I hold her close as every part of her pulls taut. My movements become jerky as my release hits me, and she falls against me, her pussy throbbing as I spill into her .

We stand there like that momentarily, our chests rising and falling in sync. Her hair’s a mess, her cheeks flushed, and sweat drips from my forehead. Both of us look freshly fucked, and as I stare at our reflection in the mirror, I have one single thought.

How the hell am I supposed to walk away from her in five weeks?