A Guy Walks Into My Bar - Lauren Blakely Page 0,36

tongue then bite down on a nipple.

Dean grunts out a dirty yes. “Do it again,” he urges.

I smile, biting him, then moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. I roam lower, falling to my knees as I kiss the ladder of his abs, making my way to the waistband of his jeans. I flick my tongue along his stomach, licking and sucking and driving him crazy.

And myself too.

I swear I’m tripping. I’m awash in sensation, in lust, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. On my knees, I unbutton his jeans, slide down the zipper, and jerk his boxer briefs and jeans down his thighs.

His beautiful cock juts out, greeting me with a very eager hello. My mouth waters at the sight of him, the feel of him. I wrap a hand around the base and draw him between my lips, savoring the salty, sexy taste of him.

Moaning around him.

Getting drunk off him.

“Noooooo,” he says. It has ten syllables, and he pushes my head away.

With my hand still on his shaft, I look up, smirking as his cock twitches against my lips. “Your dick seems to say yes.”

Dean’s hands curl around my head, locking me in place. “My dick is not allowed to make the decisions.”

I smile at that intoxicating drop of liquid on the head of his cock. “Let me just make sure,” I say, darting out my tongue and licking the taste of his arousal.

“Fuck . . . you,” he grunts.

“Yes, that’s the plan.” I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head in pleasure as I kiss the crown, flicking my tongue over him. “Except I just don’t know if I can stop sucking your cock, Dean.”

“You better find the will to stop,” he growls.

Another lick. “And why’s that?” I know the answer, but my God, I am worked up. I am wound up. I am hot and horny and about to explode. And I want to know he’s going wild for me too, that he’s feeling the same kind of insanity.

Dean jerks me up, yanking me up from the floor. “Because if you keep doing that with your wicked tongue and your naughty lips, I’m going to come in mere seconds. Do you want that on your conscience?”

“Maybe not,” I say, unable to contain a grin.

He grabs my chin, looking me hard in the eyes. “Now, do what I asked. Make it last with the way you fuck me. Make me go wild for you. And don’t you dare touch my cock again until I tell you to, because I am not firing early.”

I might, though, if Dean keeps talking to me like that. I’m on edge already from the heat in his words, the command in them.

“I’ll try to be good, but I make no promises,” I say with a crooked grin.

“I don’t think you have it in you,” he teases as he grabs my jeans, unbuttons them, and slides a hand inside my boxers, covering my hard-on with his palm.

I rock into his talented hand. “Fuck, babe. That’s so fucking good.”

Dean strokes my cock as I shove off my clothes, savoring the feel of him touching me the whole damn time. Then he lets go and pushes off his jeans and briefs.

When we’re both in nothing, we lunge for each other, tumbling to the bed, two tigers ready to devour. We kiss like we’re going to consume each other. Or maybe I’m already consumed as we slam our bodies together, and the sheer pleasure of contact with him is like an electrical charge surging across my skin.

We go at it like that for a few minutes of bone-searing, pelvis-grinding kisses, but then he pushes me flat on my back and rolls on top of me, his cock rubbing next to mine. I grab his ass, so firm and strong, the promised land where I want to be tonight.

He slides up on his knees so he’s straddling me, his palms flat on my chest, his stare as hot as the surface of Mercury. “Now listen to me. We’re going to fuck and fuck and fuck. I want it every way with you. Since I won the game, let me tell you what I’m going to do with my winnings.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to give you three choices, and you can feel free to pick your favorite,” he tells me, as he rocks his perfect fucking ass against my erection. “I can ride you, Fitz. Ride your fantastic fucking cock till we both come so hard