I’ve never seen anyone look at me like that. So hungry.
"Did you actually give her your number?" he says, finally.
I smirk. My voice comes out rough. "Jealous?"
He doesn’t answer. His silence is loud. I laugh, low and close to his throat. "Gave her a fake number. That’s hot though, you know. That look you had, just because she looked at me."
He scowls. "She wasn’t just looking. How do you do it? How do you have everyone on their knees?"
That makes me stop.
I look him dead in the eyes.
Then I slide my hands to his waist.
And slowly, without a word, I sink to my knees in front of him. Yeah, I got everyone on their knees. Always have. Whole damn world at my feet.
But me? Who the fuck’s gotmeon my knees?
"You think they get this version of me?" I whisper. I look up at him. His chest looks so much bigger from down here. And his dick? Right in front of me. Right there. Close enough to haunt me, too far to have.
Thick, flushed and fucking beautiful.
We’re locked in eye contact and it’s killing me.
I can’t touch him. Can’t do anything unless he says yes. And that’s driving me fucking insane. I glance up again.
"Can I?"
He smiles. He brushes the wet hair out of my face.
"Say please."
"Please," I whisper. "Please, Rava."
He leans in slightly. "Then please do."
And that’s all I need. I start with his thighs. I kiss them slow, one side, then the other. My fingers sink into the meat of them. I trail my mouth up, getting closer. Closer.
My tongue teases around the base, not touching his dick yet. "Do you want me to stop?" I murmur.
Nothing. "I need to hear you, Rava," my voice rasps.
"You want me to stop?"
His voice is hoarse. "Gio, please don’t stop."
I don’t waste a fucking second. I take him in.
Weston. Rava fucking Weston. The same guy I swore I hated, the same guy I swore I’d never touch. Now I’ve got him deep in my throat, testing how far I can go before my eyes sting.
I want more. I want everything. I want to worship him. His head tips back, and both his hands grip my hair like he’s hanging on for dear life.
He moves with me, dragging me down like he needs it too. I glance up. Shit. He’s looking right at me.
And I’ve never wanted to be better at anything in my life. I want to thank his whole body with my mouth. I want to make him cum so hard he forgets his own name.
He’s mine.
