Page 72 of Anyone But the Superstar

His hard-on rises higher.

And then, in one smooth move, he jumps past me, turning as he falls, landing cock up on the mattress. Hands behind his head, wearing nothing but a smug smile, he waggles his eyebrows. ‘Ride ’em, cowgirl.’

Straddling him, I grab his dick with both hands, squeezing as I pump.

He groans. ‘You’re my favorite lone rider.’

Laughing, I continue teasing him with one hand while bringing the other to the ache between my legs. I’m so wet and very ready. ‘Condom?’

He stills. ‘Shit.’

I stop my ministrations and press my palms down flat on his abs. ‘Seriously?’

His eyes close, his mouth pursed in disappointment. ‘Yesterday’s was the only one I had on me. My emergency wallet condom.’ He peeks at me with one eye. ‘The only other condoms I have are the?—’

‘Nope.’ I cross my arms under my breasts. ‘Don’t even think about it.’ Like I want any numbing cream mishaps on the day I finally meet my sister.

‘Yeah.’ Felix’s sigh is forlorn. ‘Didn’t think so.’

Sighing back at him, I move to dismount, but stop when his hands grab hold of my thighs.

‘Oh no you don’t.’

‘Hey.’ I settle back on top of him. ‘I hate to break it to you, but I’m not riding bareback. Even if we both declared ourselves clean and good to go.’ I pause, thinking that over. ‘Which I am by the way.’

Felix lifts his hands. ‘Me too. Studio physical says so.’

‘Good.’ I nod, pleased that the answers to the question we each should’ve asked each other last night are favorable. ‘Even so—’ I press a hand to my chest ‘—I’mnot on birth control.’

He opens his mouth but I cut him off by slicing my hands across the air. ‘And the pull-out method isnota legitimate form of birth control.’

Felix rolls his eyes. ‘I know that.’ Using his considerable strength, he slides me up and over his dick, stopping only when my ass rests on his chest and his chin is a few inches away from my clit. ‘What I wasgoing tosay before I was so rudely interrupted, is that there’s more than one way to ride a horse.’

He sticks his tongue out, moving it in a way I should find perverted and mood killing, and yet somehow makes me laugh.

I’m not a virgin, or a prude. But I’ve never sat on a guy’s face before. It always seemed… impolite. And I was nothing if not polite in all my past relationships.

‘Please?’ Felix begs like a kid at a candy store, dissolving all the arguments I may have tried to make. But honestly, when a man like Felix Jones asks you to ride his face – you ride his face.

Reading the answer in my expression, Felix flashes a wicked smile and slaps my ass. ‘Giddy-up, then.’

Biting my lip, I hold off on moving so I can assess the least awkward way forward, when Felix, having lost patience, movesme himself. He has me lifted up and him shifting down in seconds. Until his mouth gets what it wants.

Me.

His tongue slides around and over my clit, the heat from his mouth compounding my desire.

While his tongue works, his hands snake up my body, caressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples.

It feels good. So good. And yet, as good as it feels, and as comfortable as I am with Felix, I can’t help but brace my weight on my knees, worried I might crush him. The effort taking a concentration that pushes any future orgasm further and further out of reach.

But then his tongue, vertical and deft, is inside me. His scruff teases my sensitive skin as he moves his head back and forth.

In a position where I’m supposed to be riding him, I feel like I’m being devoured.

I love it.

His mouth closes over my clit and sucks.