“I wasn’t teasing you.”
“So you meant it?” I snap out, equally frustrated about him skirting the truth and the sensation between my legs. I need just a little more than the occasional graze of his pinkie over my heated slit. I need his mouth there again, or at the very least, his fingers, and I’m at the point I’m willing to beg. “Did you want to…fuckme?” When he stiffens, I push out in an almost shout, “Don’t lie to me, Lennox. We promised to be honest with each other this entire trip.”
My annoyance gets sideswiped when he growls out on a moan, “Yes, I fuckin’ meant it. I’ve wanted to bed you since the night we met. I just never told you how bad because I don’t want to hurt you…” His reply trails off when I grind down on his hand like I have nothing to lose. My bikini bottoms are damp and clinging to my pussy, and they make his voice so husky with need, I barely recognize it when he mutters, “But no matter how hard I fight the urge, you forever draw me back in.”
“Then stop fighting it and let me in.”
“It isn’t that easy, Sum.”
“Bullshit! You’ve certainly not had any trouble letting other women in.”
I startle to within an inch of my life when Lennox roars, “I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year!”
I’m not scared.
I am mad as hell he’s lying to me.
When I peer back at him to issue him the stink eye to rival all stink eyes, my hair falls from my shoulders. I’m so confident I am about to catch him in a lie, I’m left speechless when I spot nothing but honesty on his face.
He’s telling the truth.
The surprises keep coming when he confesses, “We were late leaving because I forgot we had organized for you to pick me up at Bethany’s dormitory. By the time I remembered, it was faster to run than arrange an Uber.” A grin tugs at my lips when he mutters, “That’s why I was so exhausted. I fucking hate running.” He does, but not as much as I love the rest of his confession. “I occasionally went home with other women hoping I could use them to get over wanting you.” He huffs out a laugh. “All it did was circulate rumors my father would lose millions of dollars to quash.”
I stare at him in awe, truly unsure what to say. Seeing him leave a party we attended together with another woman stung like a million bee stings. I thought it was because I’d never stack up to them, where, in reality, they couldn’t compare to me.
That’s a massive confidence boost, and it has me acting recklessly.
Before Lennox can object, I press my lips to his, then drag my tongue along the seam of his mouth. “Sum…” he half murmurs, half groans. “Should we be doing this?” Although it sounds like he’s denying me, his mouth opens at the request of my lashing tongue at the same time his fingers weave through my hair to hold me hostage to his mouth.
I don’t have much to go off—I have no experience whatsoever—but I’m still happy to declare Lennox is a superb kisser. He’s not overly aggressive, uneager, or overgenerous with his tongue. He has the perfect combination of speed and control. It is a beautiful kiss. One I’m hankering to experience again even with it still occurring.
“Stay with me, Cocoa. We don’t want the game over before the first inning begins,” Lennox murmurs against my mouth before he drops his lips to my neck.
What should be a smooth transition from an innocent kiss most people experience at least once before they attend college if they weren’t raised by grease monkeys doesn’t evolve as hoped.
I’m ticklish, and the scruff Lennox’s chin doesn’t usually hold has me squirming like I need to use the bathroom.
“Okay, stop. I can’t do this.” When Lennox yanks back like I told him I have cooties, I quickly set the record straight. “Your prickles. I can’t handle your prickles. I’m ticklish.”
With my reply coming out more childish than hoped, I bring out the vixen who tried to seduce Lennox earlier tonight. I push him back until his ass is resting on the balls of his feet, then yank his swimming shorts down his thighs.
My confidence packs up and leaves town when Lennox’s dick springs free from his trunks. It’s alotbigger than I was expecting, and it looks a little angry.
“I don’t think that will fit down my throat.”
“It isn’t meant to fit,” Lennox mutters, his laughter only just concealed by his need-driven voice. “You’re only meant to take as much as you can.”
Deeming his reply as permission for me to touch him, I curl my hand around the base of his thick cock before arrowing my head toward the glistening tip. I curse my stubbornness to hell when I forget to wet my lips before sliding them over his knob and down his shaft. If I had read the articles Uncle Reggie snuck to me on the down-low when my father wasn’t looking, my first time giving head wouldn’t be such a rough and bumpy ride.Cosmopolitanmagazine might have taught me a trick or two.
I peer up at Lennox over the bumps in his midsection when he grunts out my name in a rough groan. He doesn’t seem to care about a lack of lubricant on my lips. He’s gripping the headboard like I know what I’m doing, and the gentle rock of his hips as he guides his cock in and out of my mouth is as mesmerizing as the lust beaming from his eyes.
He’s enjoying this.
Very much so.
“Yes, Summer. Just like that,” he grinds out when I swivel my tongue over the tip of his cock before gliding it along the underside of his shaft. “That feels so good.”
I swat away his hand when he attempts to slither it between my legs. My entire body is coiled tight. One swipe of his thumb over my clit, and I’ll be done. If it sucks out my energy like the multiple orgasms he gave me only days ago, I need to finish sucking his dick before letting him touch me, or the show will be over before it begins.
