Page 48 of A Star is Scorned

He slowly pulled his fingers from her sex, then locked eyes with her as he put them in his mouth, one at a time, licking the taste of her off of him while she watched. It tasted salty and clean, a mix of her fresh soapy scent with the brine of the sea.

He would die for another taste of it.

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Livvy hadn’t known it could be like that.

That a man could make her feel that way with only his hand.

Her fumbled kisses with high school boys had hardly prepared her for the tsunami of pleasure Flynn had sent crashing into her.

Watching him lick her release from his fingers, she clenched her legs together and was shocked to discover that she already wanted him again.

And this time, she wanted more than his fingers.

He pressed a kiss to her lips and started moving his way down her chest, taking one of her nipples between his teeth and flicking at it with his tongue. She moaned, breathless, and said, “Flynn, please.”

He stopped, and she regretted saying anything.

“Too much?” he asked.

A warm feeling pooled in her belly at his kindness, his consideration. “No, no, it’s just—” Her eyes involuntarily darted toward his dick, which was jutting fiercely up toward his belly.

He followed her gaze and chuckled. But then he grew serious. “Livvy, god knows I want to.. But have you—” He bit his lip, and she could tell it had been ages since he’d been with someone he had to ask.

“No.” She shook her head. “Never. But Flynn, I want you. So much.”

His brow furrowed and it took everything in her not to lean forward and kiss him right there. “If you’re sure?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

He wasted no time reaching across her to the nightstand and tugging open the drawer, removing a thin aluminum packet.

She had never seen one before, but she knew what it was.

Something to make sure she didn’t have a baby.

He tore it open with his teeth, rolling it down the length of his shaft.

She swallowed, growing wet with need as she watched him.

“Almost ready.” He winked at her.

He straddled her and used his hand to position the tip at her opening. He gave her a look, seeming to ask for final permission, and she answered by arching her back, drawing the tip of him into her. He plunged his hips forward, filling her to the brim.

“Oh,” she squeaked.

He held himself very still, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, and she kissed him.

“It’s okay.”

“Did I hurt you?”

She lay still, adjusting to the feeling of him inside her. “No, it’s not painful, just…different.”

He smiled and kissed her fiercely, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth as he slid gently out, all the way to the tip, then plunged back into her.

She gasped at the movement, enjoying the way she stretched to hold him, the sensation of him filling her up.

He repeated the move a few more times, and she threw her head back, reveling in it.

With each thrust, it felt better and better, the sense of discomfort giving way to waves of pleasure.

She tentatively moved her hips beneath him, rising up to meet him, and they both groaned as he hit a spot deep inside of her. Through gritted teeth, he muttered, “Fuck, Livvy, that is so good. You’re such a good girl—”

But she robbed him of the breath to finish his thought, following his encouragement and thrusting more boldly. He swore loudly and bit his lip, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of control, but she ground against him, telling him with her body that it was okay to let go.

He buried himself in her until she could not see where he ended and she began. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, kissing her with ferocity before rolling them over so that he could stand up.

Livvy wrapped her legs around him as he carried her from the bed, pushing her against the wall. She groaned as he held her there, capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss and driving himself into her over and over.

The new position was maddeningly good. When she felt as if she were near the precipice, he would stop and hold himself still, letting her pleasure ebb ever so slightly.

She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck and nipped at his earlobe, and she felt him smile against her cheek.

“I want to take my time with you, for your first time,” he said.

“And yet, you’ve taken me up against the wall.”

“You did say you wanted me to ravish you.” He smirked and her heart skipped a beat. Had any man ever been so infernally attractive? He slid his hands further beneath her bottom and pushed her up so that he was hitting a new angle inside of her.

“Mother of God,” she hissed. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my entire life.”

“Careful.” He winked. “I might get cocky.”

She looked pointedly down at where they were joined. “I thought you already were.”

He guffawed and captured her mouth in a kiss. He rutted against her and she clawed at his back, desperate for purchase as everything from her waist down turned to jelly. She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, gasping in between kisses, “My. Handsome. Pirate.”

He thrust again and carried her back to the bed, falling backwards so that she was on top. It was as if some part of her had been missing until now, and he had made her whole with their lovemaking. She felt deliciously full and tight and stretched to her breaking point.

She braced her arms on either side of his chest, swirling her hips in a circular motion without lifting off of him.

Then she leaned forward and took his nipple between her teeth, copying what he had done to her.

He hissed. With pain or pleasure, she wasn’t sure, and she pulled back to ask, but she got her answer when he gently guided her head back to his chest.

“Don’t stop.”

She licked and flicked at him, all the while keeping her circular motions going, and when she had thoroughly ministered to both sides of his chest, he gasped, “Ride me, Livvy.”

“What?” She sat back on her haunches.

“Ride me, until you finish. Until we both do.”

The Livvy she had been would have blushed at such a sentiment. Perhaps even been shocked by it. But the Livvy she was tonight—the Livvy who went after her desires with a wicked abandon—wanted to chase that elusive tidal wave until pleasure crashed into her and left her seeing stars.

She did as he asked, bucking back and forth on top of him, experimenting with angles until he touched the spot inside of her that made her gasp.

He reached up and tweaked her nipples, tangling his hands in her hair while she rode him harder. “Yes, my darling, just like that.”

His words of approval made her wild with desire, and she adjusted so she could lift herself higher and drop more boldly onto him.

My God, was this what she had been missing?

No wonder her mother had warned her against it.

She would like to do this and nothing else for at least a week.

Perhaps a month. Hell, with Flynn, she might want to spend the rest of her days in his bed.

The wave of pressure inside her began to build, and she took his mouth with hers, tangling their tongues together. He answered her with a deeper thrust, one that made her groan, and she whispered in his ear, “Faster.”

He obliged and moved his mouth to suck at her neck, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

She had never dreamt it could be like this.

No wonder Flynn was a rogue. She said a silent thank-you for all the practice he’d had before this moment, her jealousy entirely forgotten with the reward of such knowledge.

Without warning, her orgasm crashed into her as if she were a volcano erupting. She clenched hard, feeling the warm pressure of his dick inside of her, and the sensation made her pleasure even more intense, as if she had reached the top of one peak only to climb to another.

She moaned his name as she came undone in his arms, and he followed quickly behind her, a few quick thrusts and a grunt before his face scrunched up and a look of utter bliss washed over him.

She collapsed on top of him, enjoying the sensation of his sweat mingling with hers.

After a moment, he kissed the top of her shoulder and rolled her gently to the side so his arm was cradling her and her head was lying atop his torso.

She was still lightheaded, and she lazily traced her hand up and down his chest, reveling in the light blond dusting of hair.

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and lay back.

She made a hum of contentment and snuggled as close to him as she could get, the afterglow of her pleasure still suffusing her body like some ethereal being had possessed her. He yawned, and she marveled at how safe she felt here, protected by his embrace.

Being intimate with a man had seemed this frightening, unknowable thing, and yet, she felt more cared for than she ever had in her life.

Flynn had awakened something in her—not just something carnal, though she realized now how much richer her life could be with that in it.

No, something untethered and wild. Something that made her feel like she could soar through the skies, free as bird, and always have a place to land.

It was unusual, knowing she didn’t have to be the one always looking out, always being cautious, always worrying. Because Flynn would do that for her.

She nuzzled his collarbone, throwing an arm across his chest to tangle them fully together.

Flynn Banks was so much more than what she’d imagined—vulnerable and sexy and kind and funny.

But not in the way he was on-screen. Rather, in a way that was altogether more real, and rougher around the edges.

Those jagged edges were what made him who he was: a celluloid swashbuckler made flesh and blood.

She sighed with happiness and, without thinking, murmured against his chest, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” But all that answered her was a soft snore, and a strange mix of relief and disappointment surged in her gut.

She wondered if she’d have the courage to tell him again.