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“ I don’t want to tie you down, or hold you back, but I’m also not ready to let go. So I propose this.”

Tie me down? Hold me back? They’re holes that need further digging, but right now there’s another hole, maybe two if I’m a very lucky boy, that takes priority.

Fluffy pink cotton edges closer to the floor as Lotte slides her robe from her shoulders. “Friends by day. More than friends by night. No one has to know.”

Yes, my dick replies. “What about Claire, and Quinn?” My stupid brain does.

“I’ve guarded enough of Quinn’s secrets that I’m certain she will show the same respect for mine. As for Claire.” White teeth sink into a pouty pink lip as the last of the falls away. I’m left looking at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen wearing not the - ugly - pajamas I’d earlier wished for, but a frilly, lacy white nightgown that I’m extremely grateful for. “We both know you’re leaving, and every one is used to us fight-flirting and tripping over each other. I’m certain if we stick with the status quo in public, we can make a sticky mess of the sheets in private, and they will all be none the wiser.”

I really should think about this.

“Sold.” I bend, place my forearm behind Lotte’s knees and sweep her off her feet. “You want sticky? I can give you sticky.”

Not the most romantic thing I could have said, but with zero blood flowing above my waist, it’s the best I can come up with. “has become habit. I can hardly think of anything else.” I’m holding her like a groom would carry his new bride across the threshold and I’ll be damned if I don’t let that image marinate in my mind as I stride to her room. “And these,” I say dropping my forehead to her breast that are heaving in my face, “These are what takes up a good chunk of those thoughts. They’re just so—”

“Big?” Lotte’s chuckle does nothing to quell my desire.

“Yes, that too. But I meant perfect.” With my teeth, I tug at the lace doing a shit house job of covering pretty pink nipples that beg to be lavished, and with one foot, I kick Lotte’s partially open door.

There is a definite pattern to my relationship with Lotte. Not that I can call it that yet, but still, a pattern there is.

Things heat up between us. Something happens. Lotte runs. I chase. We get closer again until something happens, and the whole cycle repeats.

It was a game I was happy to play. After years of being hunted, I finally discovered the appeal of the chase. But now I’ve touched her again. Kissed her again. Now that she is spread out before me, naked. Waiting. We’ve reached the end game.

“You’re sure about this Lot? Cause if you’re not, let’s stop now. I can’t touch you like I want to touch you then walk away. If we do this, we do this.” I nod between us. “We do us.”

“Us, but just here. At home … and maybe in the library. I’ve always wanted to get railed in the library.”

White light flashes before my eyes, the image of bending Lotte forward, taking her hard and fast from behind as she grips the rocking shelves, too much. But not enough. “Fuck me, you’re so hot, Lotte.”

There’s far too much imagining and talking going on. While I’m pleased with where the conversation is going, I need us to shut the hell up. There are many more things I want my mouth to be doing.

As I remove my shirt, before I dive in, I take a mental picture of Lotte. “You’re so fucking perfect, Little D.” So fucking mine. I add silently. She’s on her back, practically writhing on the bed. Her eyes wide and hungry, crystal blue almost glacially clear.

“And you.” She smiles, arching her back, watching as I unbutton and step out of my jeans, then my boxer briefs, “are the living embodiment of my fantasies. Please, Noah. Come here. Touch me. Make them come true.”

Hard dick slapping against my stomach, I step forward, fall, almost throw myself onto the bed, landing in the gap she’s made by spreading her legs. Before removing them. I sneak a peek her panties, white and lacy like her nightgown, a noticeable wet spot just waiting to be tasted. Like I did with her breasts, I expose her pussy with my mouth, biting the edge of her briefs then slowly dragging them down. Neatly trimmed hair, so natural and perfectly Lotte greets me.

“Lift that sweet ass, Lot. Let me get these off you.”

As requested, Lotte raises her bum from the mattress, allowing me to slide down her body, lace between my teeth, for the journey down her smooth, long legs. It’s tricky to navigate her ankles and feet, but I’m determined to do it. My hands are too busy to help, anyway. Already caressing up and down her calves. God, I could do this all night if she’d let me. All day. All … I catch my thoughts, bring them back to now. To the naked beauty before me.

“Talk dirty to me, Lotte. Drop some of those big fancy words.”

“Seduce you with soliloquies? Hyperbole with hypothesis?”

“Oh baby, yeah.” I laugh, my stomach swoopy, full of feels as I trace a path up her legs with my tongue, passing to nip at her inner thighs. An overwhelming desire to mark her, to leave a reminder that she’s mine strikes. I felt it earlier too, as I caressed my thumb over her collarbone, but was too scared to give the thought air. Now we’re here though, both naked, clinging to the pice, I surrender to the desire, sinking my teeth into the delicious, softness. I suck, and she whimpers. My feeding-like ravaging not stopping till I see blood rising, settling on the surface.

“Noah, please. Touch me. Taste me. Fuck me.”

It drives me crazy that she’s so confident. That the uncertainty, the need to hide that keeps her feeling safe outside these walls, dissipates when in bed. There’s not a trace of it in the way she moves to run her hands through my hair to tug me to where she wants me. Where I want to be.

With that same guidance directing me, I bury my face between her legs and inhale, her sweet, musky scent thickening my cock to near painful levels.

“I dream of this every night.” I whisper as I trace her slit, front to back, to front again. Using my hands, I part her, exposing her swollen clit, pink and wet. Needy like me. I circle its perimeter, drawing closer then sliding away just before I give it the attention it deserves.

“Please,” she begs, “Please eat me or fuck me or … anything. Please.”

“So impatient.” It comes out as an almost growl seconds before I plunge my tongue inside her.

“Noah.” Back arching off the bed, Lotte almost levitates. My nose tickling her clit as I fuck her with my tongue. Making her come. Hearing her say my name just like that again and again is my only desire.

I replace my tongue with two fingers, curling them to feel the soft grooves of her inner wall. Languid strokes drawing cries that intensify as I close my lips over her clit. It’s where she wants me most, where her legs begin to shake, squeezing around my ears as she climbs closer and closer to release. If she keeps going with these noises, whines and moans, pleas for more and harder and yes, right there, I may beat her without laying a hand on myself.

I don’t though. When I flick my tongue, then add the slightest twist and nip of teeth she explodes, releasing a string of expletives I want to make my ring tone.

“Oh my goodness fuckity fuck.” Actually that … that is the ringtone.

Now comes the fun part. Getting her to say it again.

The opportunity presents itself quickly. Not content to melt into the mattress and ride out her high, Lotte fists my hair and yanks me up. Willingly I come, sliding over her slick with sweat body that smells so good I want to slide back down and do it all over again.

“Wow.” Flushed and starry eyed, she smiles at me like I just invented her beloved Dr Pepper, it’s a look I could get high from. “You’re really good at that. And If memory serves me correctly, that’s not all you’re good at.”