I settled into a surprisingly easy rhythm of toying with him while lazily sucking him. Lane seemed to be deeply enjoying himself if the sexy sounds he made were any indication—sounds that morphed into those of displeasure anytime I’d stop. His cock was shiny with my spit, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out on his body—and mine.
Climbing off the bed, I peeled off my socks slowly while Lane watched.
“You gonna strip for me?”
Without answering, I gripped the hem of my tank and pulled it up my torso and over my head, flinging it across the room.Then my hands went to my jeans, disposing of them, leaving me in only my bra and panties.
There wasn’t anything about my body I didn’t like. Issues with sex aside, I was confident in my skin, and I became even more so with the way Lane looked at me—like he was moments away from breaking free of his restraints and eating me alive.
“You are perfect, Sutton. My goddamn dream girl. Can’t fucking wait until you let me touch you.”
“One day,” I promised.
“Come here,” he demanded, an order I was happy to obey.
I shuffled back onto the bed at his side and placed my palm over his heart, over that knot of scar tissue where the bullet had pierced his flesh.
“You’re always touching me there,” he mused.
“I can’t help thinking we almost didn’t get this,” I admitted.
“And now I’m never letting you go.”
I glanced pointedly at the handcuffs. “Actually,I’m never lettingyougo.”
“How about we just keep each other forever?”
Bending, my hair fell in a curtain around our faces as I kissed him.
Against his lips, I murmured, “I accept those terms,” running the backs of my fingers down his bearded cheek.
“Sunny,” he breathed. “Can I…can I taste you?”
“Beg.”
“Pleaselet me taste you. Please, sunny. Fuck, I need it so bad.”
Wriggling out of my underwear, I stood and climbed up his body, slipping my feet between his upraised arms and head. My pussy hovered above his face,right there, but still too far away for him to reach.
“You want this?” I asked, brazenly brushing my finger through my slit. It came away coated in my arousal, and Lane’s eyes widened at the sight.
“Please,” he choked out.
I lowered my finger to his mouth, and he opened greedily, sucking the digit in and swirling his tongue around, collecting every last drop of my desire.
Suddenly, I really felt like the goddess Lane said I was. Like I had given him his sole purpose in life: to worship me. His normally clear, bright eyes had turned stormier than before, as though he was more turned on by the idea ofmypleasure than his own.
His arm muscles flexed, biceps bulging in a way that had me wanting to take a bite out of them, as he yanked on the cuffs, fighting their hold to reach me.
“Can I sit?” I asked.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling harder at the handcuffs, hard enough that his wrists were turning red. “Fucking suffocate me, sunny.”
“If you insist,” I grinned, slowly lowering myself until I was close enough that he could crane his neck and flick my slit with his tongue. “Oh hell.”
“I saidsuffocate me. Sit the fuck down, Sutton, or so help me, I will break this bed and fucking make you.”
His words would’ve terrified a past version of me, but I obeyed, planting my knees on either side of his head and my pussy right on his mouth. Anchoring my hands on the top of the headboard, I began to move, shamelessly riding Lane’s face as he devoured me.
