Winning With Him (Men of Summer #2) - Lauren Blakely Page 0,79
head onto my hands on the counter—giving in completely.
“Yessssss,” I groan.
“You taste incredible,” he murmurs, then he consumes me again. It’s wild and intimate, filthy and beautiful.
He’s turning me inside out, taking me apart, opening me up, as I happily slide into a land of bliss. My body twitches with pleasure, and I’m desperate, so damn desperate to reach the edge. To grab hold of the ecstasy he’s promising me with every flick of his tongue.
I reach down between my legs, grab my aching cock. “I’m close,” I groan as I shuttle my fist along my length, eager for release.
My body jerks as I stroke hard and fast, and Declan doesn’t relent. He’s officially blowing my mind. Lust tears through me until I’m shaking everywhere. “Gonna come any second,” I warn.
He stops and spins me around again. Taking my shaft into his mouth, he swallows me whole, loving on my dick as I unload with a savage growl. Starbursts strobe behind my eyes, colors blasting my brain cells as my orgasm takes over my world.
“Yes, fucking yes.” My hands curl tight around his head as I shoot down his throat.
I can’t stop groaning, can’t stop panting. I don’t even think my legs work. They’re Silly Putty as he lets go of my dick, wipes a hand across his mouth, then stands, looking like a cat who ate all the world’s canaries.
I grab his waist, needing to hold on to him. “Whoa,” I say softly.
Declan stares at me lasciviously, licking his lips nice and slow, as if he just finished a feast.
I’m still moaning. Harsh breath staggers from my lips. My shoulders heave. “So, that was a really good bagel,” I tell him in between gasps.
He nuzzles my neck, laughing as he whispers against my skin, “You can have a bagel anytime you want, babe.”
Pretty sure I’m going to be taking him up on that offer again and again.
I pick up the bagel and finish it. Best I’ve ever had.
But soon, it’s time to go. After I give him a goodbye blow job, we kiss relentlessly at the front door.
We don’t make promises, though. Promises got us in trouble before. Besides, we already made a plan—the we’re-not-supposed-to-have-a-plan plan.
With a reluctant tip of his forehead, he reaches for the doorknob, then spots a Hawks cap on the entryway table. “My hair’s a mess. Any chance I can borrow your hat?”
“You know I like you in my clothes.” I hand him the cap then think better of it and set it on his head. Why waste one more chance to touch him?
When he leaves, I’m both sad and happy.
I try to hold on to the happy, though, as I straighten up the place, pull on a workout shirt, and change into compression shorts, since the Rafe Rodmans are not for the gym.
Before I go meet the guys, my phone lights up with a text from the man wearing my hat.
33
Grant
This is the kind of text I like getting from him.
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Declan: Just ran into Crosby and Holden when I was leaving the coffee shop around the block. Pretty sure they won’t put two and two together about why I stayed an extra night in San Francisco and ran into them a block from where you live. Straight guys can be so clueless. It’s fucking adorable.
* * *
Grant: Ha! I know! I’ll throw them off the scent even more. It’ll be a blast.
* * *
Declan: Can’t wait to hear about it.
* * *
I leave a few minutes later, bounding down the steps in my workout clothes just as Holden and Crosby are heading up to my front door.
Crosby shoots me a curious look, gesturing to my hair. Hmmm. I have a feeling it’s still sticking up in all sorts of directions thanks to Declan’s fingers mowing their way through it.
“You’ve been DoorDashing on a Saturday afternoon?” Crosby asks.
I smirk, rolling my eyes as I flip him the bird. “Yeah, I had a burger and a blow job. Let’s go hit the gym.”
As we work out, the three of us get lost in our own worlds. I’m not a mind reader, so I can’t speak for Holden and Crosby, but I know where my mind is.
I text Declan as I kill it on the treadmill, sweat sliding down my skin.
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Grant: Told them I DoorDashed. Had a burger and a blow job.
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Declan: How was the burger?
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Grant: Fanfuckingtastic. Was it a good one for you too?