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Without another word, he kisses his way down my abdomen, taking his time to taste everything.
I swallow again, looking up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing.
Keep calm, Dylan.
I sit up on my elbows with a shaky breath as he pulls my shorts down over my hips. He peels them off, throwing them across the room before his hands find my thighs again. I'm breathing so hard I feel I could pass out. He eyes every part of me like he can't take in enough before those dark, gunmetal blues find mine. He looks hungry for me like a starved man would, knowing that even after, he'll be left aching for more.
My heart pounds through my chest as I mentally take my vitals.Blood pressure: 180/110. Pulse: 140 and rising. Temperature: Molten lava. Prognosis: Imminent death.
Lake Decker is between my thighs!
His lips draw a line from the inside of my knee to the upper inside of my thigh, planting open-mouthed kisses along it. The build-up is so much that I squeeze my thighs around his head, rolling my hips upward towards his mouth.
He chuckles softly, looking up at me with his dark brown waves falling into his eyes. “Patience, D.”
He wants to preach patience while calling me 'D'?! Lake fucking Decker is between my thighs!
Every thought ceases to exist when his tongue meets my clit. My world shifts on its axis and my thoughts are left in a different dimension.
“Lake,” I whisper breathlessly, my hands reaching up and gripping the pillow beneath my head.
His tongue runs the length of me gently before his lips surround me, making love to me with his mouth. Sounds that are unrecognizable to me leave my lips as he continues his sweet torture. I feel myself getting wetter by the second as his tongue alternates from a gentle sensation to a perfect pressure to all the places I need. Pure heat, uncontrollable lust, and need are building as he slowly stokes the fire between my legs with the tongue from heaven.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs to himself as his finger joins the party, coating it with my excitement. He slowly eases it into me while his tongue continues to flick my clit, and my back arches off the bed.
He pumps the finger in a ‘come hither’ motion, and the flames are out of control. My hips rise to meet his tongue as I watch his expert mouth devour me whole. The man whose goal is to drown me with the way his presence creates the inability to breathe is now heating me past the point of recognition.
“Lake, I'm—”
He quickly removes his finger before I can even finish my sentence. His head snaps up and his forehead wrinkles, his lips coated with my arousal. The lack of contact makes me whimper, sounding entirely desperate for this orgasm that was on the brink of destroying me.
“I'm sorry.” He shakes his head, backing away from me. “I need to feel your first around me,” he says, standing and pulling his sweats down his chiseled form. “Have to.”
His need to feel my orgasm around him has me pooling even more in anticipation.
But fear quickly stamps that anticipation as I eye the school bus full of children he thinks he's driving into me.
“Holy fuck, Lake.” My eyes widen as I take in the image of his hand stroking himself from base to tip.
I felt it while grinding on him, but seeing it before me? I'm completely intimidated. He's got angry veins leading down his flawlessly sculpted V, sending all the blood in his body to the most perfect engorged dick I've ever come in contact with. He's easily the most attractive man I'll ever sleep with.
He's a God. The archetype of male beauty. Who is this mythical man of perfection, and from which fucking realm did he descend?! He doesn't need his injured leg. Fuck it. Cut it off. He could play on these two alone and still become the legend he's set out to be.
He grabs the discarded sweats and reaches for the pocket, grabbing a condom from his wallet. He tosses the leather square on the desk nearby, and for some reason, I feel a pinch in my chest.
I don't want to be another number, even if this was my idea. Seeing that he always comes packed and ready for a fuck makes me feel like I just pulled number 438.
“We'll ease into it.” He smirks, rolling the condom on as he slowly stalks toward me again.
My lips part and I suck in a breath as he carefully crawls over top of me, his large shoulders and biceps flexing like a prowling lion while those darkened blues stare daringly into me.
I can't be his prey. I won't be his conquest. I need to channel my inner Mara from Break Me on Bearback and take his power from him like she did Cagen, the only way I can.
Sticking my forearm out, I firmly press on the inside of his stabilized arm, causing him to roll to his side. Using the momentum, I roll him onto his back. His eyes are wide with shock at the wrestling move I've just pulled from my back pocket.
“I'llease into it,” I say, holding his wrists above his head now as I straddle myself above him.
Control. I'm in control here, Lake.
