I can’t help but huff my amusement as I let go, easing down Lawson’s body. “You start to cramp, you tell me. I don’t want this hurting you.”
His eyes never leave mine. “I’ll tell you, Oak.”
“Good,” I murmur, running my palms up Lawson’s thighs, his hair bristling my skin. “And feel free to use that mouth of yours, princess. I’m at your service.”
Lawson’s indrawn breath is sharper this time. Liquid brown eyes hold mine, flaring wide when I dip my head to run my tongue along the length of his cock. His thighs tense, the man jolting and his mouth popping open when I do it again, soft, wet brushes of my tongue sending blood through his body to stiffen his cock. I take him into my mouth, wanting to feel him lengthen on my tongue. Lawson’s responding moan sounds as if I caught him off-guard.
“F-fuck,” he mutters, a disjointed sound.
I grin, sucking gently until Lawson is filling my mouth, the man by no means small, erect or not. His head rolls back as I slide my lips to the tip of his cock and back down again.
“Jesus,” he says, his arms tugging against the rope before he lets them hang loose. “Why the fuck does that feel so much better when it’s your mouth?”
I pop off of him, sliding my fist up and down his cock, feeling a fierce sort of pride at his words. “Two fucks in under half a minute. You must really like it.”
“I do,” he says easily, his head coming back down to see me better. “So carry on.”
My laugh feels a little wild. A little joyous. “As you’d like, princess.”
Lawson groans when I replace my fist with my mouth, his hips bucking out of reflex. I don’t hide an ounce of my enthusiasm, wanting him to see how much I like this, wanting him to, maybe, realize this is so much more than friends fooling around.
I let my hands wander as I bob my head, blunt nails raking over his thighs, his stomach, tweaking a nipple and then two. Instead of getting tenser the longer I tease him, Lawson melts into the bedding. It’s a remarkable thing to witness, how something as simple as physical touch and affection can relax him, body and mind.
As much as I’d love to suck his cock until the man empties down my throat, I don’t want this over so soon. Lawson grunts as I lever off his dick, dragging my tongue along the sensitive tendon of his inner thigh and up to his hip before biting lightly. His eyes slip shut at the nip of pain, as if he finds it just as relaxing as a gentler touch.
“I can’t decide what I want to do with you,” I mutter, dragging my lips up to his belly button. His stomach muscles flex, the tiniest twitch, but the man remains limp on my bed.
His response is somewhat slurred. “Yeah?”
“Mm. Which is why I think I’ll do it all.”
“All?”
“Kiss every inch of you I can reach. Your cock, your chest, your elbows. Finger you for a while until you start drippingonto your stomach. Find each spot on your body that makes you moan. And then fuck you until you come for me. How’s that sound, princess?”
Lawson’s eyes find mine, the man looking dazed as I drag my lips over the dips of his stomach. “Sounds like I must be dreaming. If I am, stay here with me, Oak?”
My breath stutters out of me, Lawson’s skin warm and solid and real beneath my touch. I promise him what I know to be the absolute truth. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter 21
Lawson
Oakley’s lips blaze a path across my skin, his stubble scorching with the way it heats my flesh. He makes good on his word, kissing across my chest, his mouth softly scraping as it trails up my arms in turn, kisses laid against my elbows.
He’s everywhere. In my field of vision, in my head, his touch on my skin, his scent in my nose, the sounds of his satisfaction filling my ears. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, and a near-frantic alarm takes up residence in my chest, so sudden I’m left lightheaded. I don’t want this to end.
I don’t want this ever to end.
Oakley’s mouth travels back down my arm, the man clearly taking his time and enjoying it. I don’t mind that one bit. I love every single thing he’s doing to me. But I’m also desperate to feel those lips on my neck again. On my cock.
“Oak,” I groan, tilting my head to the side, hoping he gets the hint.
He chuckles hoarsely, his lips traveling along my shoulder inward. They stop, hovering near my neck, so close but not close enough. “Here?”
“Do I needa draw you a map? Yes, there.”
His laughter ghosts over my skin, and then his lips follow, prickling pain and pleasure a single entity as he presses a kiss to my neck. His fingers in my hair tug my head further aside, stubble rough, tongue smooth as he lays waste to the last of my brain cells.
