Chapter 30
Oakley
My chest feels almost unbearably tight as Lawson and I kiss, the man’s mouth soft but his desperation clear. His leg hooks around my hip, tugging me closer, his grip in my hair unyielding.
I think there was a deeper reason I was so hesitant to return to Darling all those months ago. To return home. And it had everything to do with this, right here.
With the newly single man I didn’t think I’d ever have the chance to love like this.
I suppose in the end I never could stay away from Lawson Darling for long. It was my undoing. And I’d unravel all over again given the chance.
Lawson’s mouth holds me captive. I want to tell him I’m not going anywhere, but I can’t seem to find the willpower to come up for air. Oxygen seems unimportant when I’ve got this man at my fingertips, urging me to give him all the things he’s been missing out on for years.
Pleasure.Truepleasure. Happiness, even. Admiration. Respect. Love.
When I flex my hips, Lawson groans. It’s a low sound, pleading, so I do it again, the way his body hugs me tight making me want to stay here forever. He’s silk inside, hard muscle out, demanding and pliant both, so many contradictions I’ve always been fascinated by.
“Oak,” the man says, breaking from my lips to suck in air. His breaths pant from him, a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead.
“What is it, princess?”
He grunts as I sink inside of him slowly, one of his hands on my ass cheek as if wanting to feel the flex of muscle. “Need…” He puffs out another breath. “Could you talk to me? I wanna hear you.”
A smile curls my lips, Lawson’s eyes looking dazed already. “Yeah? You want me to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?”
“Don’t make me ask twice,” he groans out, giving my ass cheek a slap before hanging on again.
I bark a husky laugh, tempted to flick the man’s forehead in retaliation. Instead, I draw my lips around to his ear, brushing the sensitive skin there as I roll my hips languidly. “Whenever you wanna get dicked, I’ll be here for you, princess. Fast, slow, anything you want. If you want my mouth on your cock, my tongue in your ass, my lips covering every inch of your body, you’ll have that, too. You were made for this. Do you realize that? You were made to be treasured and worshiped and loved.”
Lawson’s chest heaves beneath mine, his own hips shifting in time to my deep, measured thrusts. “And you?”
“I was made to love you.”
His breath hitches, his hand in my hair flexing.
“My touch, my kisses, they’re all yours,” I say, my lips ghosting over his ear. “Every last one of them. Yours.”
Lawson tugs my head around, claiming my mouth, the urgency in his kiss and the way he pulls at me making it clear what he wants. I slip a hand under his ass, lift his hips off the bed, and go to town.
Lawson’s cock leaves a mess of precum between us as I fuck him as hard as I dare. Hard enough that he’ll feel it long after. He relishes it; it’s easy to see and feel and hear. Every grunt he lets out. Every bite of his teeth against my lips. Every flex of his hand on my ass or hip or back asking formore, more, more.
When Lawson gets close to the edge, I pull him away from it. He doesn’t offer complaint, heat building between us as soft moans pepper the air. I make it last as long as I possibly can.
Fucking him slow. Hard again when I know he can take it. All the while, our mouths find one another again and again, stubble rough, kisses sweet and filthy.
When Lawson whispers my name with an edge of desperation, his breath stuttering, I reach between us and wrap my hand around his dick. His reaction is instantaneous. The hard inhale. The near-bruising grip on my back.
My voice comes out hoarse. “Take me with you, princess. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
Lawson pulls me down into a hard kiss, his body wringing my cock as he locks in pleasure. It kicks off my own orgasm, the raw, tortured groan he lets out tugging me after him like a hook. My hips punch, Lawson sucks in air, and I can feel it. Right in my chest. That certainty that after all this time, after so many years, I’ve found the person I’m meant to be with.
My very best friend.
Lawson’s hand soothes over my nape as I continue to shudder. He says something, but I can’t hear the words past my own breaths.
“What was that?” I ask, my face tucked against the crook of Lawson’s neck, where the smell of my soap mixed withhimis strong.
He presses his lips to my ear, his voice deep and soft. “I said all of my kisses are yours, too, Oak. I gave you my first. And I plan on giving you my last.”
