Page 19 of The Last Person (Baker Girls #5)

I don’t have the words to respond to that. It’s too much for my brain to process, so I go back to showing him how I feel, twisting my fingers through his hair as I kiss down his neck.

“You’re going to make me hard again,” he groans.

I lift my head and meet his gaze. “And that’s a problem?”

“Fuck no. I haven’t had nearly enough of you yet.” He kisses me again, sweeping his tongue through my mouth before pulling away. “And I haven’t gotten to taste all of you, either.”

He shoves me over and climbs on top of me, staring at my exposed chest. I don’t remember when my shirt came off. Sometime in the kitchen, maybe? I didn’t even notice because I was too lost in Hardy.

He lowers his lips to my chest, pressing feathery kisses to my skin. Not just in a few random places. He moves slowly, covering every inch of my skin with his soft kisses, and making my cock harder with each one.

Stroking his hand over my crotch, he grins up at me. “Does the anaconda want to come out and play?”

“Yes,” I groan. Even though I’m probably going to embarrass myself. The second his hand or his mouth touches my cock, I’m going to blow.

His fluttery kisses continue, building up the tension in my stomach and my balls.

Am I going to come without him touching my cock?

It might happen.

I’ve never been hornier in my life, and I’m ready to explode.

My shuddery breaths increase as he gets closer to the waistband of my suit pants. Get them off. Get me naked. Why am I not naked already?

Unbuttoning my pants, he pushes them down, kissing along my V until he’s almost at my cock.

Then he lifts his lips. A strangled groan slips out of me, and Hardy smiles. It’s his mischievous smile, and right now, I know it’s because he’s enjoying every second of controlling me.

I’ll spank his perfect ass for that later.

Before I can question what he’s doing, his head dips low, and he sucks my balls into his mouth.

Ah, fuck.

That’s too good.

Curling my fingers into his braids, I try to keep it together. If it feels this good now, imagine how his mouth would feel on my cock.

But I can’t rein in the intensity of what I’m feeling.

Groaning, I arch my back, begging for more from him.

He doesn’t fall for it though. His teasing continues as he traces the lines of my V, then drags his hands down farther as precum drips down my cock.

I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

He sucks on my balls while gently running his hands up and down my thighs. Something about the tender intimacy of that and my desperate need sends me over the edge.

“Ryan,” I cry, as my abs lock up and I shoot all over my stomach.

“Fuck,” he groans, sitting back on his heels and stroking himself. He’s hard again, and there’s a feral gleam in his eyes.

Grabbing my waist, he leans forward and licks every drop of cum off my stomach.

More blood surges toward my cock, and even though I’ve never gotten hard again this quickly, I’m slowly moving toward a semi.

Hardy brings out the most wild, frantic side of me.

He’s like a drug I’ll never have enough of.

“Have you ever done that before?”

“What?” I ask, still too loopy to make any sense of his words.

He laughs and lies down beside me, stroking my not-fully-hardened cock. “Come without your dick being touched.”

Oh. “No. That’s a you thing.”

His brows lift, a soft smile gracing his lips. “A me thing?”

“Yes. Every touch from you got me closer. There’s no holding back that kind of desperation. Plus, you were driving me crazy teasing me like that.”

“Teasing you? I’d never.” That troublemaking gleam appears in his eyes again, and it’s time for him to pay for it.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” I command.

He swallows hard, then races to comply.

“Good boy.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and I smile to myself.

Then I rub my hand over one of his cheeks before lifting my hand and slapping it with a satisfying crack.

He cries out, but shoves his ass back toward me.

“Does someone need more?” I murmur, leaning over to kiss his back as I palm his other ass cheek.

“Yes.” He’s whining again, and my cock grows harder.

Lifting my hand, I slap his ass again and again, alternating sides until he’s whimpering and his arms are shaking. Then I run my hands up his sides and kiss down his spine.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he rasps.

“Not yet. We need to work you up to that. I’m big enough that I could hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. We’ll start slow.”

I kiss down his back, then spread his cheeks and lick between them.

He inhales sharply, then pushes back against my mouth.

I kiss and lick around his hole, then flick it with my tongue. Holding his hips tightly, I hold my tongue against it, and he arches into the touch, shoving his ass toward me and urging my tongue inside him.

I circle my tongue around it, slowly pressing against it until he relaxes for a second and takes it in.

“Yes,” he cries, his shaking body overwhelmed with pleasure.

My tongue is barely inside him, but he keeps moving his ass backward, trying to ride my tongue. If I were smaller, I’d take him tonight. But I don’t want to hurt him. I’m long and thick, which will be doubly uncomfortable for him if he’s not well prepared. We can use some toys to get him there.

I push my tongue a little deeper and flick it around. He moans again, then his body shakes.

“Stop.”

I immediately stop and lift my head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he pants. “But if I’m going to come again, I want it to be inside you.”

A chill runs through me at the thought.

I flop down on my back and smile at him. “I’m all yours.”