planning on inviting their friends…that could have been fun.”
“Dylan,” he growls, his fingers digging into my hips.
I lick my bottom lip suggestively. “They promised they’d take good care of me.”
He snorts. “If you believed them, I have a bridge to sell you.”
I trail my lips along the shell of his ear. “I wonder if they would have eaten my pussy as good as you did that night?”
I feel him thicken in his jeans and his eyes become tiny slits.
I kiss a path along his jawline before going in for the kill. “I dare you to make me forget all about them.”
He makes a rough growly noise in the back of his throat as he closes the distance between us. His kiss is half desperate, half ravenous—like he’ll never get enough.
And then he’s pulling away. “I don’t fuck drunk girls.”
“I’m buzzed. Big difference.”
He holds my stare. “Not to me.”
“I can walk a straight line if you want.”
“Whatever gets you the fuck off my lap.”
Narrowing my eyes, I rock against his dick. If the heavy outline pulsing under his jeans is anything to go by, I’d say he wants me just as much as I want him.
Our breaths mingle as we stare at one another.
“I’m pretty sure you like me on your lap.”
Nerves prickle along my skin when he pivots his hips, grinding against a spot that has my heart racing.
Closing his eyes, he whispers, “I told you, I don’t mess around with drunk chicks.”
I hate the way he’s sticking me in a generalized box. As if I’m just another girl looking to screw that he has to turn down.
“And I told you, I’m not drunk.”
When he looks unconvinced, I say, “Fine. Don’t touch me.” Dipping my head, I kiss down his neck, breathing in his familiar clean scent. “I’ll just touch you.”
He makes a gruff, almost painful sound as I drop to my knees. I can’t tell if it’s pleasure from my touch, or annoyance because I’m pushing his buttons. Knowing Jace, probably both.
My hands slip under his shirt and I’m treated to golden buttery skin and rippling muscles. “You never had abs like these when we were kids.”
That gets a laugh out of him. “That’s because I didn’t hit the gym five days a week.”
Yeah, his hard work definitely shows.
I smirk as I kiss down his chest. “I’d tell you how sexy you are, but I’m pretty sure you’re aware.”
I run my tongue over one of his abs and he sucks in a breath. “Someone’s full of compliments tonight.”
My mouth waters as I zero in on those deep V-lines. “Want to fill me with something else?”
His nostrils flare. “You’re killing me.”
I look up at him. “I haven’t even started yet.”
His thumb strokes the edge of my jaw. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
“Fine. If that’s what you really want.” I trail my nail down his zipper, unfastening it. “Mind if I take a peek at what’s under the hood first? See what I’ll be missing out on because you’re too stubborn?”
He opens his mouth and closes it before grinding out, “Go for it.”
Anticipation sparks through me as I pop open the button on his jeans and tug them down. I stare, impressed if I’m being honest, at the massive erection tenting his black boxers, begging to be free.
With a small smirk, I brush my fingertips along the elastic waistband, taking my sweet time.
His head falls back, and I watch the tendons in his throat move as I push his boxers down.
My breath leaves me in a rush when his cock bobs free, slapping against his navel.
He’s long, thick, and veiny. Perfect through and through.
The smug smile on his face tells me he knows it.
But I’m not done teasing him yet. I want to make him lose control.
I get as close as I can without making contact. “You have no idea how much I want to put my mouth on it.”
His dick twitches and a little drop of fluid glistens his tip.
Groaning, he wraps his hand around the base and gives it a slow stroke. “That so?”
Nodding, I lick the edge of his thumb. “But someone thinks it’s a bad idea…so I can’t.”
He mutters a curse. “You made your point.”
My, how the tables have turned.
Another drop of fluid forms at his tip, this time leaking onto his stomach.
“Are you sure?”
“You tell me,” he rasps, his voice low and husky.
My pulse skitters as I glide my tongue over the pearly bead on his stomach. “You taste like you’re sure.”
His lips part as he stares down