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When he parts my legs, I spread them wider. I force my eyes open in time to watch him settle into a chair and pull it up to the table. He looks me in the eye before opening the top button of his shirt, then the one beneath it. Holy shit, it’s hot.
My chest rises and falls with every sharp breath. I know better than to ask what he’s going to do next. Besides, I would rather feel it instead of talk about it.
“Do you always get wet this easily?” His voice is tight, deeper, and something about it makes me want to beg him to fuck me. Is this the way it’s supposed to be? I never honestly wanted to beg Nash to do it. I only did it because I thought he wanted me to.
“I don’t know.” That’s an honest answer, too. I really don’t know. I also don’t think he cares, either way. He’s too busy running his stubbled cheeks over my inner thighs until my sighs turn to moans.
His fingers dance along the waistband of my panties, and I squirm away from his touch even though I want more. No. I need more. I’ll die without more.
“Yes…!” I whisper when he starts peeling the panties away, lowering them slowly. I raise my hips so he can pull them off, then spread my legs again. The air is cool on my hot, wet lips. When he blows across them, I can’t help but moan louder than before. I don’t know what to do with what I’m feeling. How I should act or sound or anything.
I don’t think he cares. “You smell incredible.” He parts my lips with his fingers, spreading them open, before touching his tongue to my sensitive folds.
“Oh, my god!” I have to grip the sides of the table with both hands when an explosion in my head makes me pretty sure I’m going to fall off. This is better than when I touch myself. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Like I’m dying and flying all at once.
“You taste even better,” he groans. Like he enjoys this. Like he wants to do it. Nash never went down on me. He never even made me come.
Now here I am, close enough that I already feel the familiar tightness building in my core. With this man’s head between my legs, his tongue sliding up and down the length of my slit. Dipping deeper, probing my cunt, before circling my clit and driving me out of my mind.
I need to touch him. I find his arms wrapped around my legs, holding them still, and I run my hands over them before gripping the back of his head. He moans, lapping at me, and I burn hotter than ever at the sweet vibrations running through my pussy.
“That’s so good,” I murmur, writhing against his face, pulling his head closer. I don’t care if it’s the right thing to do anymore. It’s what I need more than anything. More pressure, more of his moans, more of everything.
I don’t know what to do. I’ve faked it with Nash before, but now that it feels like the real thing is coming, I’m sort of scared. It’s too intense. Too much.
But I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to. I want to see how far he’ll take me. “Please… please, let me come,” I beg, running my hands through his hair, tugging at it. It feels so good I wish it would never stop, but I know I’ll die if the tension doesn’t break.
“Mmm.” That’s the most I get from him, but it’s enough. He’s breathing almost as hard as I am, his fingers digging into my thighs, his stubble scratching my skin while his tongue flies over my clit until—
“Oh, god! Yes! I’m coming!” My entire body stiffens, freezing for one heart-stopping moment before release shatters me into a million pieces. I can’t hold back my screams and don’t want to. It feels too good, letting it all out.
So that’s how it’s supposed to be? Holy fuck. What else have I been missing? The thought makes me laugh, even now, all the emotions mixing together with the bliss spreading through me.
He pulls back, wearing a satisfied grin. Like he’s proud of himself. Either that, or he knows it’s his turn now. I push myself up until I’m sitting and reach for his belt.
He’s gentle but firm, pushing my hands away. “No. That’s all right.”
All right? He’s practically breaking out from behind the zipper. “But… I mean, you did it for me… Unless you would rather fuck?”
His brows draw together, eyes narrowing. “I’m good. I just wanted a taste.” He sets my hands on my thighs before standing up.
What is this? I didn’t know there were guys who’d get a girl off for the sake of getting her off. Even if I did know, I wouldn’t have guessed Lucas was one of them. Have I been that wrong about him?
