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“Sorry about the mess,” I said as I padded into the room.

“Don’t care,” he replied, just a dark shadow in the doorway.

“The maid should’ve come by.”

She should have, but the problem was she was me.

I took a look at the piles of discarded clothes, the dirty plates, the teetering pile of books.

Maybe we should’ve used one of the rental rooms. Nah, at least this way, if I shone a black light at the bed, all the glowing marks on the sheets were my bodily fluids, not some rando’s.

“Unless the maid is gonna come here in five seconds and strip you bare, I really don’t give a shit.”

And he didn’t, which was unnerving. A thrill of excitement spiked through me at his never-ending gaze.

I hadn’t seen someone look at me with this kind of focus in forever.

Maybe not ever. That miserable thought had me frowning slightly.

I hadn’t believed in that fat bastard Santa Claus since I missed out on the My Little Pony Dream Castle playset when I was eight, but right now?

I watched Shaun step closer, all hot smouldering menace, and nearly started praying to dark gods when his fingers went to the back of his shirt, pulling it off over his head to reveal everything I’d ever dreamed of.

So if Insta thirst traps had glorious babies with cologne ad male models, even they wouldn’t be as hot as this guy.

My hand went out, drawn to his rippling abs like a magnet to iron, and he was made of iron or something else ridiculously impervious.

There was not one scrap of excess fat on him.

Those big broad shoulders, well defined biceps, deep channels between each ab I wanted to trace with my tongue…

“You can do that if you like, but not before I get my taste of you, Miss Bec.”

“I said that aloud?” I asked, cringing, but he wasn’t having any of that.

He moved in, swallowing the space between us and filling it with him.

His mouth hovered over mine as he tugged me close, keeping me pinned against that hard body, my hands landing on his chest. I let my palms graze his satiny flesh, my nails arrowing in on his tight beaded nipples.

“Yeah you did, and, love?” He moved in, just brushing my lips with his, making me lean in for more. “I’ve shown you mine, now I need to see yours.”

He raised a single eyebrow in question, sliding his hands under my polo, but stopped, waiting. I nodded, because fuck, I just wanted to rip off every item of clothing and get right down to the stuffing the taco part of the evening, but a lady liked to show a little decorum.

Actually, bullshit to all of that. I was no lady, and I wasn’t about to fuck around and pretend I totally didn’t want this.

I whipped my shirt up off over my head and was instantly rewarded.

His hands landed on my bare skin, just above my waist, his smile widening, but it was his eyes that gave him away.

As I said, I was better-looking than a bag full of smashed crabs, but still, the reverential way he seemed to take in everything, including my black lacy bra that had seen a few too many washes, was goddamn validating.

Right now, I was willing to assert that every woman needed to have a gorgeous guy look at her like this when almost naked.

But before I could advocate for the betterment of mankind, he swooped in, trailing his lips and teeth down my neck, leaving a trail of sucking kisses.

“Fuck…” I hissed, my body feeling like it was on fire, burning in the wake of his lips. I raked my fingernails down his back, grabbing handfuls of his hair to the sounds of his groans.

“I need this bra off,” he rasped out. “I need to see you.”

“God, yes.”

I went to shuck the damn thing off, but he pushed one strap, then another off, following the fabric down to the swell of my breasts.

He reached behind, expertly flicking open the clasp before just stopping and staring.

Seconds ticked by, my arousal now competing with fear as he just stopped.

But then he looked up with a wicked grin, looking like a kid in a lolly shop.

“Jesus, I couldn’t keep my eyes off these all damn night.” He watched my breath hitch as he covered one breast with his palm, catching the way my lips fell open as he pinched my nipple. “You’re fucking beautiful and lush?—”

“No,” I said, frowning. I couldn’t hear that, not from him. I knew where I fit in the world, and those words did not apply.

“Oh yes,” he replied, then cupped my breast before dropping his head down, taking the aching nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” I panted, a great bolt of lightning stabbing through my body, the intense sensation forcing my cunt to clench down on a frustrating emptiness. My hands went to his jeans, scrabbling to get the button open, to get to him.

“No,” he growled, grabbing my wrist tight when I persisted.

“I’m already too fucking close, Bec.” He softened his words with a kiss.

“I want you, want to be in your sweet little pussy so fucking bad, but unless you want me blowing my load in three short strokes, you gotta let me take care of you.” His fingers teased my nipples, then went to unbutton my shorts.

“I want you on that bed, thighs wide, opening yourself to me right before I?—”

“Yes,” I said with embarrassing gusto. “Just yes.”

I shimmied out of my shorts as he kicked off his work boots and jeans, revealing every woman’s dream.

He was long but not too long, thick enough to make me wary and crave the stretch that was no doubt gonna come, and hard, dripping pre-cum.

He’d told me not to touch, but damn if my palm didn’t itch to swivel my hand down his entire rigid length.

But it was the way he looked at me that was the real kicker. Maybe it was the rum or something, but his eyes took on a bright green cast in the low light, almost glowing? No, that couldn’t possibly be true, but… He redirected my attention back to the matter at hand.

“On the bed, love,” he said. “I can scent your need.”

Those were strange words, but my mind skated on past them as they weren’t the important ones. He herded me back, back until the backs of my legs hit the bed.

“I fucking need to taste you,” he said on a growl. “Tell me you want that.”

“You have no idea how bloody much,” I replied, but my eyes slid down. “So is turnabout fair play here?”

“After,” he promised. “After I’ve sunk myself deep inside you, felt your cunt clenching around my cock. After I’ve come with the sounds of your screams in my ears.”

“Fair enough,” I said with a shrug and then threw myself backwards onto the bed.

But my body had barely bounced on the mattress when he was on me, covering my body with his broad one, kisses trailing down my neck, capturing my nipples, one after the other, only to leave them aching for more.

Then that satiny hair slid over my skin as his mouth went lower and lower.

“Jesus…” I cried as he spread my thighs wide, as he traced every curve, every indent, the skin there twice as sensitive.

Not as sensitive as my clit, which twitched wildly at the feeling of him, but not where I needed him.

My hand went to his hair, rudely tightening, but he just chuckled, looking up the line of my body.

“You need me.”

“So fucking much,” I replied. “You can go the growl later, because right now, I need that cock.”

“Oh, you’ll get it, but you need to come on my fingers first. Let me feel your cunt twitching around them while your clit’s in my mouth, then I’ll give you every fucking inch.”

Right then. My grip on his hair tightened as he grinned, as I pushed him down where he was most needed. He let out a helpless little moan before shoving his hands under my hips, cradling me before burying his face deep.

This was it, the kind of head I’d always dreamed of but never gotten.

No timid, insipid little licks, he was gorging himself on me, his tongue a lashing frenzy, my body not sure which way was up.

He flicked at my clit with long, broad sweeps of the flat, then suckled on it so gently, my nails raked his scalp.

He pulled away with a laugh at the sound of my frantic little moans, dropping down and then spearing his tongue inside me.

The regular pressure and the thrust of that too soft protuberance inside me giving me an all too lovely warmup for what was to come had me ridiculously wired.

My fingers dug into the sheets, my heels into the bed as my hips began to rise, but he tugged me back up against him, unwilling to let me go.

As I began to twist on the bed, his lips covered my clit, two fingers spearing inside me, drawing a low guttural sound from my throat.

“Close… So close.”

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, love? Snatch at my fingers.” He pushed another one in, scissoring it until I really felt the stretch.

“I will if you get down to business,” I snapped, my body feeling like it was wound way too tight.

I needed him to lick my clit, to work it until that lovely starburst of pleasure was washing through my whole body.

He grinned up from between my thighs, looking like a blond-haired devil, and I was more than ready to sin with him.

“You need more?” He pulled his fingers free of me, another nudging at my entrance. Four? I looked down in trepidation, and he just shook his head. “You need to stretch a bit if you’re gonna fit me. I want you wet and soft and sweet, so that when I work my cock inside you, you fucking fall apart.”

“Halfway there,” I ground out, feeling him push them in. It was a slow, torturous process and I wasn’t sure he got all that far in, but then his head dropped down to suck my clit and I no longer cared.

There was something so deliciously wanton about being allowed to lie back and just feel pleasure.

I wanted to touch him, make him feel good too, but right now, there was only this.

He kept me pinned to the bed, like a wolf with his prey, slurping and suckling on me, my body winding tighter and tighter, my cunt clutching at him weakly, a precursor for what was to come—me.

I was calling out to gods of every faith as he forced his fingers deeper, then curled them up.

“Oh fuck!” My eyes snapped open, everything looking odd and different as my world was torn apart.

He followed every twitch of my body, licking me through one screaming orgasm and straight into building another.

Usually, I was one and done, wiped out and too sensitive and pushing him away, but not this time.

My fingers became claws as I dragged him upwards.

I felt soft and sweet as honey as his heavy weight settled over me. I was pinned to the bed, and somehow, that was exactly where I wanted to be.

“I wanted to make you come a few more times,” he said, shifting restlessly, his cock hard and heavy between my legs, but not yet where I needed him. “You tasted sweeter than that damn cake. I wanted to savour you.”

“Savour me with that big fucking dick jammed in deep,” I said, grabbing at his hips.

He grinned, a bright thing in the darkness, then lifted his hips up, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder before lining his cock up. He paused, making me get all grabby hands. I could feel it, the big head already spreading me wide, letting me know what kind of glorious intrusion was incoming.

“You sure?” he asked, the smile fading somewhat, making me tip my head to one side.

“You can feel how sure I am,” I said, flexing my hips so my wetness smeared all over his dick. “Really, really sure.”

“Yeah?” he said with a smile. “You want my cock, little girl?”

“More than Charles’ chocolate cake, and if you knew me, you’d know that’s no small claim.”