I grabbed his arm, spun him around, and lifted him up with my hands under his thighs. Dakota’s breath caught as I dumped him to sit on the dresser.
He gripped my shoulders hard, even when he was on a stable surface again. “What are you doing?”
I flashed a grin at him. “Showing you that sometimes, shit happens, even when we don’t choose it.”
Without backing up, I slid to my knees between his.
He swallowed. “I don’t know what part of you thinks I wouldn’t choose you getting on your knees for me, but?—”
“But you didn’t.” I turned my head to nip up the inside of his leg. He spread them wider, his work slacks straining over the bulge in his pants. “I chose it. Now, it’s happening, no matterwhatyou choose next.”
He arched a brow. We both knew full well if he told me to stop, I would.
He didn’t. Instead, as I kissed my way to his crotch, he combed his fingers through my hair and gave it a soft pull.
I growled, pressing my open mouth to the outline of his cock and nuzzling in.
“Fuck, Jax,” he whispered.
I opened his belt and his trousers, and he pushed on my shoulders for the leverage to shimmy himself up while I pulled his pants down.
His cock sprang free, and I closed my mouth over it. He wasn’t fully hard yet, and I could fit the whole thing in my mouth, curling my tongue to cushion it. I rolled my tongue and sucked, and Dakota whined. His hips twitched with the desire to fuck into my mouth.
The more I worked him, the harder he got, until I was swallowing around the head of his cock and he was panting sweet words above me like, “So good. Do it again.Fuck, Jax.”
When I thought he was right on the edge, I pulled back and grinned up at him with slick, swollen lips. He groaned. His dick flexed toward his stomach. His shoulders pressed into the wall and he made the prettiest arch with his back.
Then, he glared at me.
Next thing I knew, I was tumbling to the floor and trying to catch him too.
His mouth was on mine, his hands in my hair. He tugged hard as he worked out his frustration, thrusting against me until the annoyance of my clothing was too much for him.
He tore into it, unwrapping me like I was that Christmas present he’d been hoping for all year. Once the strip of my torso was bare to him, my pants shoved down around my knees, he crawled up my body and rocked his cock against mine. Skin on skin. Pleasure sparking between us as I gripped his hips.
He cursed, biting my lips and pulling back.
He shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside, looking around the room with his eyes narrowed.
“What?”
Frustrated, his nose flared as he huffed.
“Kick your pants off,” he demanded. I squirmed, toeing at my shoes until they clattered to the floor.
He was still looking for something, weighing some choice I didn’t understand.
I tried to draw him down into another kiss, but he braced a hand on my chest and stayed upright. “I don’t want to come rutting on you,” he grumbled. “Don’t even want your mouth. I want you deep in my ass.”
“So you need lube.”
He groaned. “I need lube.”
Or maybe what we needed was to make that shit more accessible. Stick a bottle in every drawer, in the shoeboxes beneath the bed, everywhere.
After a moment’s hesitation, he sighed in defeat.
“Stay right there,” Dakota insisted, holding up both hands, his fingers trembling above me like he was trying to decide where to press to glue me to the floor.
