I wasn’t sure I could avoid letting my heart get involved. We had history. He’d essentially been a part of the family as long as Vance had. They’d been like two peas in a pod when Vance and my sister met and started dating. Our lives were intertwined in a way that would be difficult to untangle. I just hoped I wasn’t setting myself up for heartbreak when he left.
Those thoughts melted away when Donovan’s hot mouth latched onto my neck. Just like that first night, he found the spot that made me squirm. I hadn’t even known that was one of my erogenous zones until he brushed his lips and tongue across it in the shower. It sent a pulse of desire coursing between my legs.
I moaned and let my head fall back, giving him more access to my sensitive flesh. He flexed his hips, rubbing his impressive length against my center. My leggings did little to dampen the sensation.
“Donovan,” I moaned, and he growled against my throat.
“I love when you call me that,” he said, tightening his fingers in my hair and bringing his mouth back to mine. His tongue dipped inside, exploring and tasting as he curled an arm around my waist and brought our bodies completely flush together. I felt every rippling ab and hard peck against my chest and stomach. Then he was lifting me off the counter, his strong arms easily supporting my weight.
“Bedroom?” he asked—no,demanded.
“Down the hall, first door on the right,” I replied, my head dizzy from his drugging kisses. His feet were moving before I even finished directing him.
Seconds later, Donovan dropped me onto my bed. He wasted no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and ripping them off my legs, along with my panties.
“Need to taste you,” he said, his voice strained with desperation. His head dipped, and he latched onto my clit before I could protest. Not that I would. I wanted his mouth on me just as much as he did. He swirled his tongue and nipped at my sensitive flesh just the way I liked. I’d always struggled to find release with a partner, but not with Donovan. He had no trouble unlocking my orgasms. It was like my body was a computer program, and he knew every code.
Donovan suddenly stopped licking and pulled back, a devious grin spreading across his glistening lips. “I want you to ride my face,” he said as he crawled over me, stopping when he was directly above me. My entire body flushed. Excitement lit my skin on fire, and goosebumps pebbled my arms. This would be a first for me, and I was more than happy it was about to happen with him. Though, I wasn’t sure what he got out of it, so I proposed some concessions.
“Only if you fuck my face afterward.” He let out a strangled groan followed by a curse.
“Anything you want,” he promised, his gravelly voice full of lust.
Pulling me into a sitting position, he took my place, lying flat on his back. “Get up here,” he instructed, gripping my thighs and guiding me into place with my knees straddling his head.
“What exactly do I do?” I asked, my voice laced with hesitation.
“You sit on my face,” he began lifting his head to take a quick teasing swipe at my pussy. I sucked in a sharp breath, and he chuckled. “Then you do whatever feels right. Grind against my mouth, swivel your hips, rock back and forth. Just make sure you hold onto the headboard because I’m about to take you on a ride.”
20
EMILY
He. Wasn’t. Kidding.
Even his warm breath whispering against my heated flesh had me squirming. When he curled his hands around my thighs and tugged me down to his mouth, I nearly wept. It felt incredible, the sensation somewhat different with the change of position. He flicked his tongue over my clit then sucked it into his mouth, and I cried out. My knuckles turned white as my grip on the headboard tightened. My hips flexed forward on instinct, and I was too lost to the pleasure building in my core to be shy about it. I chased my release shamelessly, Donovan’s little growls of encouragement spurring me on.
My legs began to tremble as my release mounted, tension coiling tight in my lower belly. I reflexively tried to press my thighs together, but Donovan’s head was buried between them. His responding chuckle sent a shockwave of vibration through me, pushing me over the edge. My body convulsed as he held me to his mouth, and I nearly snapped my headboard in two.
He finally released me once he’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body. I panted, my muscles too spent to move.
“That was,” I said breathlessly, unable to put into words what I’d just experienced.
“Yeah, it was,” Donovan agreed, and I looked down to take in his smug smile. A surprised giggle spilled from my lips, followed by another, and then he joined me in my laughter. I climbed off him and collapsed by his side. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that much fun going down on a woman,” he said, that crooked grin unwavering.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You almost killed me. I think my soul left my body.”
“What a way to go,” he replied jokingly.
“Now it’s my turn to return the favor,” I announced, and the humor in his expression fell away. Something darker and more devious took its place.
“That’s right,” he said, his deep timbre sending a shiver down my spine. He sat up and reached for his belt, undoing it without ever breaking eye contact. “Lie on your back with your head hanging off the edge,” he instructed. My entire body tingled with anticipation as he stood and pushed his jeans down his legs. His cock sprang free. It was long and hard, and my mouth watered when he curved his fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke.
Scrambling to the edge of the bed, I started to get into position, but he stopped me. “Take off your shirt,” he demanded. “I want to feel those tits and watch them bounce as I fill your throat with my cock.”
Holy shit. I was about to come again just from his words. Without hesitation, I peeled my shirt over my head and unclasped my bra, tossing them both aside. Just as he requested, I laid down on my back across the bed, with my head hanging partially over the side. Donovan watched me, those dark chocolate eyes greedily drinking me in.
“Fuck,” he drew out, “you’re beautiful.” He stepped up to the bed and ran both hands over my torso from ribs to hips. “Spread your legs and let me see that pretty pussy while I fuck yourmouth.” I let my legs fall open and reveled in the pleased sound that rumbled up his throat.
