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“Nothing.” I crawled across the blanket, nudging his arms aside and tugging his legs flat so I could straddle his thighs. “I just want you more.”

Chapter 16

LUC

Tate threaded his fingers through my hair and hauled my mouth to his. I grunted into the kiss, but Tate only swallowed the sound and chuckled against my lips. With a satisfied hum, I eased into the embrace. My hands fell to his waist as his hips met mine.

He easily opened up for me, our tongues meeting in a clash of desire, sending a bolt of heat shooting through my body and landing somewhere heavy in my stomach. Tate pushed, a silent demand for me to lay back.

I couldn’t help but obey, leaning backward until Tate’s body stretched over mine. He moaned, the sound vibrating my lips. Our legs wound together, the hard ridge of his erection dragging across mine with every rock of his hips.

“Right here?” I panted when I came up for air.

“Right here,” he echoed, hands already fumbling to undo my pants. “I can’t wait any longer.”

My cock throbbed but as desperate as I may have been to feel Tate wrapped around it, my hands shot down to still him. He made his best attempt at a glare, but the whimper that slipped free gave away his desperation. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said, pulling myself to sitting so I could reverse our positions. “I’m going to make you feel so good, but I need to work you up to that.”

Tate laid across the blanket, curls splayed across the checkered fabric. Glossy green eyes gazed up at me, his cheeks flushed pink and his lips kiss-swollen.

“Trust me?” I asked.

He licked his lips, and my attention dropped to track the motion. Oh yeah, someday very soon I was going to teach Tate how to take my cock between those pretty lips, to use nothing but those and his tongue to entirely unravel me. The mental image alone was almost enough to have me blowing in my pants—again, but I ducked into his neck and licked a stripe up the tender skin to distract myself.

Patience was something I had to instill in my mate, but something I needed to have a lot of myself.

He was new to all of this, and while I was elated at being the one to teach him that kind of pleasure, I had to take it slow. The last thing I wanted was to hurt him.

My lips against Tate’s throat allowed me to feel his next cry, the soft vibrations tickling my skin. His breath came in short, quick bursts, his nails biting into my shoulders.

“I’ve got you baby,” I murmured, ignoring another persistent throb from my dick.

It was Tate’s turn now.

I shuffled down the length of Tate’s body, squeezing and searching with my hands to trace the lines of his stomach, thrilled that he’d worn more form fitting clothes. I shoved inside the panels of his leather jacket, rucked up the hem of his Henley for my lips to meet warm skin. His stomach clenched under the touch, goosebumps rising to the surface. He shuddered, squirming beneath my grip with each ghost of my lips across his belly.

“Ticklish,” he murmured, but he didn’t stop me. He clenched tighter onto my shoulders, and I added more pressure to the kisses, sucking small red marks into his flawless skin. Pants turned to breathless gasps, which transformed into moans with the sensation of my tongue on his heated stomach. I teased his waistband, tonguing behind his belt buckle and the fastening of his jeans. His cock hardened against my chest, hips writhing and craving the friction that only I could give him.

“Luc…”

“Shh.”

Only a whimper slipped free. My hands came up between us, working his belt open. He sighed when his zipper fell, easing the pressure on his straining erection.

“I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered, wasting no more time.

I hooked a finger behind the waistband of his underwear and tugged, freeing his cock that was so hard it bounced against his stomach, leaving a sticky mess behind on his shirt. He squirmed at the cold, but he barely had time to register it before my mouth was on him. I licked a hot path from base to tip, tracing the prominent vein up the underside of his length. It throbbed against my tongue, and I sealed my lips around the head with a firm suck.

Tate cried out and thrust into my mouth so violently that I gagged.

“Sorry,” he whined, and tried to pull away, but I sucked harder.

I wasn’t going to let a little choking slow me down. Tate’s fingers filtered into my hair, tugging at the short strands enough to sting.

And if I hadn’t already been hard as a rock, it was enough to signal to my body that it was showtime. I popped off Tate’s cock, spitting onto the head and massaging it in with my thumb. “Tell me again, Tate,” I demanded. “I need to hear that you want this.”

“I want this,” he echoed instantly. There was no hint of hesitation in his voice, nothing to even remotely suggest that he was lying.

His chest heaved up and down. His pupils were blown wide, torn between meeting my attention and watching the firm, slow pulls I gave his cock. At the slightest hint of uncomfortable friction, I leaned over and spat onto his shaft again.