Page 57 of Bad Boy Crush
She’d peered up through thick bangs and flattened him with the truth. “Being eaten out by you.”
He’d had her in his arms a split second later. He’d carried her to the house, threw her into the shower, and stripped her bare. He took time to scrub the citronella bug spray off them both, and then he’d knelt and put his tongue in the promised land before she could say the word damn.
Now she was riding his face while his hands were wrapped around her thighs. He wanted her to come, and then he wanted to fuck her and watch her come all over again.
“So close.” That was a whimper. She was close.
He slipped one finger and then two deep into her channel. She pulsed around him. He doubled his efforts and played her clit with his tongue. If she spoke, he couldn’t hear a single word. A second later, she pumped her hips and came, her inner muscles hugging his fingers.
He savored her silky feel and musky taste before drawing his fingers out of her plush body. He ended with a sweet kiss on his favorite part of her. On his feet, he bent and laid an open-mouthed kiss on each nipple.
She slung her arms around his neck, her hold loose. “Mm.”
“You seem tired.” He lovingly bit her earlobe. “What am I going to do with you? We’re far from done.”
She gave him a lazy blink. “I can rally.”
“You’d better.” He smoothed her soaking hair from her forehead and kissed her, taking his time with the water pounding his back. A single thought looped his brain. He was in love with Lourdes Daniels, and he wasn’t any closer to falling out of it.
He wasn’t about to try and steer his feelings for her onto flat ground. It would be a complete waste of energy. He didn’t have a plan, but if he did it would be to prove to her in a hundred different ways why he was the guy for her—both in bed and out.
“I had no idea you were so good at that,” she murmured. “Actually, I had no idea anyone could be that good at that.”
“You’re stroking my ego. I like it.”
“Why don’t I stroke something else?” She gripped his cock and moved her fist up and down. He watched the head disappear in her smaller hand and then reappear, in and out, as it grew harder and thicker in her grip.
“Fuck.”
“Yes, that too. But I want a taste first, and this time you are not allowed to stop me until you’re done.” The angelic look on her face was at odds with her filthy promise. “Deal?”
Aware she was using his own tactic against him, he was powerless to argue. “Deal.”
She lowered to her knees and pulled him into her mouth. He blocked the shower water with his back, flattening one hand on the tile wall to hold himself upright.
Her mouth was a haven—warm, soft, wet, and suctioning. Each slick pull coaxed him forward, until he was balanced on his toes. Each time she swallowed him back down, he’d land on his heels again.
Goddamn, he couldn’t think of anything except that he simultaneously never wanted this to end and he wanted to come into her mouth.
Fuck. He nearly did.
She reached up to cradle his balls, rolling them while she continued sucking him off. He couldn’t tear his eyes off his length vanishing into her open lips and then reappearing. A show he could watch all fuckin’ day.
“Lourdes.” He panted her name, the syllables broken into pieces. Broken. The way he’d felt when she had told him she wanted nothing to do with him.
He’d given her the space she’d asked for. Now he wondered if that’d been a mistake. If he’d pursued her harder, refusing to allow her to push him away, would they be on stable ground now?
“Stop,” he growled. “Stop.”
She obeyed, but she didn’t move to stand. “You promised.” Her wide blue eyes were innocent, pleading.
“I know. I just—I don’t want you to hurt your knees.”
“You worry about me too much.”
True story.
She rolled his balls in her hand again, darting her tongue out to flick the tip of his cock. With each flick, she spoke one word. “Don’t. Worry. About. Anything.”