Page 77 of The Rowdy Ones

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

His cock twitches again. “But it’s a bad idea.”

I groan and he chuckles. “Why?”

“Because I might not stop there.”

“So don’t stop.”

The air crackles with intensity and then I feel Rowdy partially sit up behind me. His hand swipes over my hair and exposes my neck. I tense as I wonder if this is really happening or not. Maybe it’s just a stupid dream. Then his mouth hovers over my skin.

Need courses through me, hot and pulsating, like lava gushing from a volcano. The feeling with Rowdy is on the exact opposite end of the spectrum than with Weston.

I’m combusting from Rowdy’s touch.

Burning alive.

His tongue flicks out and teases my flesh. I gasp, barely able to suppress a mewl. Then his mouth latches onto me and he doesn’t suck like Weston did. No, Rowdy devours me as if I’m a sweet and sour gummy worm he can’t resist. His tongue roves over my tingly skin and his teeth scrape me to the point of pain. The sounds coming from him are feral and animalistic. It’s too much and not enough all at once. And then he sucks, but it’s different. It’s more of a need to consume. He needs me for sustenance to live.

I love the desperation he has for me.

I’m not alone with my crazy thoughts. The feeling is mutual.

With each suck and nibble, I can feel my skin bruising. I’m dizzied with desire for him to mark over Weston’s hickey like he promised to. I want him to mark me everywhere.

“Ask me again what you asked me earlier,” he murmurs, nipping at my neck. “I’m tired of hiding behind what’s right in front of us.”

I push my ass against his cock, reveling in the harsh sound of pleasure that escapes him. “Did you watch me last night when I got myself off?”

He trails lower down my neck, breathing hot and heavy against my skin. “I couldn’t stop myself, Dez. I needed to see you.”

I knew it.

My body thrums with happiness.

“So you saw…” Heat burns through me.

“I saw you rubbing at your pussy,” he growls. “I saw you lick your fingers too. It was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

“So hot. And when you called me, I pulled my cock out. I’m fucking sick because I jerked off while talking to you. Do you hate me?”

“Never.” I twist until I’m on my back. “I’m hot. I need this hoodie off.”

He makes a choking sound but then eagerly obeys me, yanking the hoodie off me. Then his body comes over mine, lips hovering just above my own.

I wrap my legs around this waist, needing to feel him again, this time closer. He grunts, grinding his cock against me through our clothes. The immense pleasure pulsating through me makes it hard to breathe.

I want him to kiss me so I can see if it feels different than when Weston did. I’m dying to know. But instead of kissing me, his mouth goes back to my neck. He doesn’t stay in one place, though. Slowly, he nips and licks his way down my chest until he’s at one of my breasts.

“Rowdy,” I groan. “I need…”

He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I am thrown out into a sea of pleasure. I grip onto his hair, needing him to keep teasing the sensitive flesh with his tongue because it’s the most wonderful sensation. His teeth clamp down on my nipple until it hurts and then he licks away the tenderness.

All I can do is go along for this blissful ride as he moves on to tease my other nipple.