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I stepped in close and pressed up on my toes to brush my lips over his cheek. “Thank you. After this, I swear I’ll be good.”
I went to step back, but his arm circled around my waist, holding me close.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I should have pushed him away. Tried to step out of his embrace, but I couldn’t even pretend I didn’t like how close we were. “I can be good,” I said softly.
“What if I like it when you’re bad?”
My breath hitched.
“You’ve been drinking,” he murmured, running his nose up the side of my cheek. “I can smell it.”
“A couple of swallows.” My voice was barely more than a whisper.
His lips brushed my neck. “Fuck, don’t talk to me about you swallowing.”
Heat bloomed inside me. I trailed my fingers down his naked back, the long, toned muscles reacting to my featherlight touch.
It wasn’t the only thing that reacted. His dick stirred beneath his pajama pants.
He didn’t look away from me, though.
“I need to tell you something,” I whispered.
He didn’t say anything, just waited.
“That night at the clubhouse. With Fang, and the club girls…”
He froze. “Yeah. I remember.”
“When they sucked you…”
“It got you wet.”
I swallowed thickly. I was so sick of beating around the bush with him. We’d been dancing around each other for weeks. “Just like I am now.”
His hand slipped from my waist to the side of my leg and moved up beneath the long-sleeved, oversized sleep shirt I’d worn to bed. It inched higher and higher up my hip, until his fingers tangled in the cotton of my panties. “I want to feel it.”
“I want to suck you.”
He dipped his hand inside the triangle of cotton covering me, over my mound, and parted my pussy lips. We groaned in unison at his first touch of my clit, but his fingers kept going, searching lower for the wet silkiness pooling at my core.
His lips pressed properly against my neck, and I let my head fall back in ecstasy. He used my own arousal to rub the bundle of nerves, and little moans started up at the back of my throat.
“I want to hear those noises around my dick, Roach. I’ve wanted to hear it ever since the other morning at the swimming pool.”
I shoved his pajama pants down, freeing his erection, then knelt at his feet, my knees sinking into the plush carpet. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen his cock, but it was the first time I’d seen it up close. Precum leaked from his tip, and before I could do anything about it, he stroked himself with the fingers he’d had in my panties, coating his head with my juices, mixing them with his.
“Open, Roach.”
I gripped his base and opened my mouth for him.
He slid inside, hissing out a breath as he glided along my tongue. At the same time, he put his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean before shoving them into my hair. “You taste so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to put my tongue between your legs.”
I moaned around his dick, closing my lips to form a seal. He pulled back, and then pushed in slowly, giving me a chance to adjust to his size. The next time he pulled out, I licked and sucked the tip of him until he couldn’t stand it anymore and thrust all the way back in.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he groaned.