Page 91 of Wicked Little Darling

I slipped my other hand under his shirt and found his nipple, going back and forth over the hard bud with the pad of my finger a few times. Hearing his breathing pick up, seeing his chest move faster, watching him start to roll his hips so his cock was rubbing against my hand—all his responses were making me so fucking hard that thinking was getting difficult.

I tried to focus on him and not how turned onIwas, so I nibbled on his ear and said lowly, “Let me help you with that, you could hurt yourself.”

“Yeah,” he panted, grinding up into my hand. I pressed down and gave him a little of what he was looking for, then pinched his nipple. His entire body shuddered when I dipped my tongue into his ear, and he bucked up into my hand as he cried out.

Oh, fuck, he liked that? Had sensitive ears? I wanted to find out what else was sensitive. I wanted to figure out everything he liked.

“You like that?”

“Dakota,” he moaned, and it sounded like a warning but he also sounded way too turned on for it be threatening in any way.

“Let me make you feel good. You don’t even have to take your pants off, I can just put my hand inside. Hmm? How does that sound? We can both do it, if you want.”

I wanted to see his face, but being able to look down his body like this, to hold him like this, was almost as good. He still had his hands wrapped around my forearms, fingers squeezing into my skin as he trembled against me. He could probably feel my erection against his ass at this point, especially because he was rubbing into it as he pushed his own cock into my palm.

Instead of answering me, he pulled my hand off his cock and guided it to the top of his pants, sliding my fingers underneath.

My thighs tensed when I realized this was him saying yes, and I flattened my palm against his chest and pulled him against me even tighter, groaning into his hair.

“Fuck, Reese. I’m gonna make you feel so good. So, so good.”

“Shut up,” he panted, pushing my hand further into his pants until my fingers brushed against the coarse hair underneath, and then the hot length of his cock.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, wrapping my fingers around the velvety shaft. He was fucking big. He jolted against me with a loud cry, then pushed himself into my hand, trying to get me to stroke him. “You’re so damn hard.” His precum had smearedeverywhere, and I rubbed it down his length, then stroked back up to the tip to get more.

“Dakota, just—unnngh, oh, fuck, fuck,” he moaned when I squeezed him hard on an upstroke, then curled my palm over his crown.

The way he moaned was driving me up the goddamn wall.

“How do you do it when you’re by yourself?” I asked, slowly stroking up and down and listening to the delicious little hitches in his breathing. “Soft and slow? Or fast and hard? How do you like it, darling?”

Every time he moved his hips, he slid that soft, full ass against my throbbing cock, sending continuous jolts of pleasure through my entire system.

He slid his hand down over mine, so I moved my hand and let him hold himself, then wrapped my fingers around his so we were both holding his cock.

“Show me how you do it,” I rasped, licking his ear. He jolted and squeezed himself, so I squeezed too, and then he started moving his hand up and down. I brushed my thumb back and forth over his nipple, and he drew his legs up with a small sound, spreading them a bit more.

“Does that feel good?”

“Fucking—yes, god, hell,fuck,” he panted, and I almost laughed because he wasn’t even making sense, but all that mattered was that he was liking this.

“Do you know how sexy you are?”

“Shut up,” he breathed, reaching behind him to try and put his hand over my mouth. I abandoned his nipple and captured his hand, pulled it toward my lips, and sucked three of his fingers inside.

He bucked, stomach muscles clenching as he practically melted into me with a long, sexy moan. I slid my tongue aroundhis fingers, obsessed with every minute reaction I was getting from him.

“Dakota,” he panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Were you dreaming about me? Is that why you’re like this?”

“Unngh—yes,” he said, and there was a hint of anger in his tone, like he was pissed that he’d been dreaming about me.

“What was I doing? Tell me what I was doing in your dream.”

“You were—oh, fuck—you were sucking me off,” he admitted, and I almost came right then and there. Almost moved out from under him to slide down his body and take him in my mouth.

Reese shifted his feet until they were resting on my shins, toes curling into my skin, and my heart banged against my rib cage.