The Curse of Redwood (Ivy Grove #2) - Jaclyn Osborn Page 0,44

His mouth slammed to mine as he tugged at my clothes.

We’d both waited long enough.

I was an extremely sexual person. But ever since learning Z was at Redwood, I hadn’t been with anyone else. Halloween night with him had been the best sex of my life, and god, I wanted it again.

“Wait,” I said, breaking from his eager lips. “Where’s my backpack?”

“I brought it to my room,” he said in between kisses. “I didn’t peek inside, even though I really wanted to.”

I threw my head back and laughed. “We’ll need something from inside it.”

Z was off me and beside the dresser in an instant. He came back over with my backpack and tossed it to me. After unzipping it, I pulled out the bottle of lubricant and placed it beside us on the bed before crushing our lips back together.

“May I undress you?” he asked, cupping my side as he lay on top of me.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Z smiled against my lips. “We wouldn’t want to disappoint you now, would we?”

“I hope not.”

He tugged off my hoodie before doing the same to my shirt. His long, slender fingers skimmed down my chest and to my stomach.

“I love your hands,” I said, watching them on their journey to my jeans. “I might have a hand fetish for you. I want those babies all over me.”

He released a surprised laugh. “Another man once said something similar to me.” At my curious eyebrow tilt, he said, “Not sexually. He was a traveling artist, you see. He said I had beautiful hands and a face chiseled by the gods. He wanted to draw a portrait of me.”

“Did you pose for him?” I asked.

“Father forbade it,” Z answered, as a sad smile crossed his face. “He didn’t want me wasting time with such a lowly sort. That same artist went on to become highly successful. You should’ve seen my father’s face when he saw the man in the paper being praised for his skills. He was so sour. It was always quite amusing when he was made a fool. There were times when I acted out on purpose just to add chaos to his perfectly structured world.”

“Sounds like you might’ve been a rebel too,” I said, caressing his forearm. “Just like me.”

“Perhaps.” A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth as he popped the button on my jeans and unzipped them. He slid them down my legs before tossing them to the floor, along with my boxers.

I grew a bit self-conscious when he stared at my nakedness. Was he judging me? Comparing me to him—the man I still didn’t know? He’d seen me naked before, but he’d never stared at me like he was in that moment.

“You are delectable,” he finally said, his voice raspy. “Soft, creamy skin and an endearing color to your cheeks.”

“Delectable, huh?” I said, wiggling a bit under his scrutiny. “You should totally taste me just to be sure.”

He chuckled before trailing his lips around my belly button. My stomach quivered and my pulse moved quicker, causing all my blood to rush straight to my dick. I hardened even further and inflated like a damn balloon. I so couldn’t wait to pop.

His hair tickled my skin as he moved down my body and took my cock to the back of his throat. I watched through heavy lids as he glided his lips up and down my shaft, his blue eyes flashing to mine.

“Mm,” he said, as my dick popped from his mouth. “Delectable, indeed. Shall I taste you somewhere else?”

“Like where—oh, fuck.”

Z had lifted my ass off the mattress and licked my hole. I shuddered and fisted the blanket beneath me. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and went in for another lick, flattening his tongue against my tight pucker. I jolted when he pushed the tip of a finger inside me. It was cool at first but quickly warmed.

As he probed and stretched my ass, his mouth returned to my cock. The sensation of being cushioned in a wet mouth while also having my prostate stroked made my thighs quake. God, he’d brought me close to the edge so fast. I felt like a virgin all over again. Before I could leap off that ledge, though, he withdrew his fingers and let my cock slip from his mouth.

“You have too many clothes.” I motioned to his fully-clothed body. “Get up here so I can change that.”

“I do believe you’re a bit demanding this afternoon,” he responded,