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His lips quirk up. But he does what I asked. I step between his knees, and his good hand comes up to my hip automatically.

“I want you,” I say. My face is hot. I keep my eyes on his, because looking at the floor would make it easier. “Not later. Now. I kept thinking about your mouth, and I wanted you to kiss me in the dining hall. I don’t want to wait until tonight, and there is no rule that says I have to wait until tonight.”

His smile takes over his whole face. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” I climb into his lap, careful to avoid his hurt hand, and his breath leaves him in one rough sound. He’s already hard beneath me. I wiggle until I can feel his heat pressed against mine. I already knew I liked this angle. It sends little amazing shockwaves through me every time. Maybe because it reminds me of that first time, when I was brave enough to do it. Or maybe because it brings us so close together, and I like being close to him. “You’re hard.”

“Kinda hard not to be with my boyfriend in my lap.”

“I like the sound of that.”

I shift my hips, and he groans, his eyes dropping shut, as he leans his head back. I take the opportunity, leaning forward and sucking the skin right by his pulse point into my mouth. Like he’s done to me before. The salty taste of his skin explodes on my tongue, and I suck harder. His fingers thread through the hairs at the back of my neck and he holds me to him, so I nibble my way to just below his earlobe and suck again. It earns me another sound I like and a curling of his fingertips into the base of my skull.

“I did some research,” I say next to his ear. “I want to try something.”

“You can do whatever you want to me,” Daniel purrs, already drunk on his lust.

It’s interesting that I can read him now. At least in our room. I can’t read a single other person. Maybe I just don’t care about anyone else as much as I care about him. I did study him for a while without knowingly doing it.

I rub the side of my face against his, enjoying the feel of his scruff. It’s grown out a little bit now that he’s in the playoffs, and I like it. My hand skates down to the button of his jeans and I somehow get it undone with one hand. It pops free, and I grin against his mouth as I kiss him.

“Off,” I say, tugging at his waistband. “I can’t do it from here.”

He huffs a laugh and lifts his hips and me with them so he can get his jeans and briefs off his ass, then I lift off of him and help tug them the rest of the way off. I have to climb off his lap to get them past his knees, which is annoying and also useful, because then I end up on the floor between his legs and that’s where I wanted to be.

“I want to lick you,” I say. “Not your cock. I already know I can do that. Lower. I read about it. You did it to me, once, and I want to know what it feels like from this side.”

He goes very still. Then he laughs once, his hand coming down to stroke his leaking cock lazily. “You researched eating me out?”

“Yes.” I swallow. I watch him squeeze himself, making his crown almost purple. “If you don’t want it, say so. I’ll do something else.”

“Oh fuck. I want it. Jesus, Quinn. Yeah. I definitely want it.”

He lets go of himself and shifts back on the bed, careful of his right hand, until he can turn over. Pillow under his chest. His bruised hand tucked up near his face. I look at him for a second too long. The line of his back. The muscles in his thighs. The part of him I haven’t had my mouth on yet.

I lick my lips and kneel between his legs and spread him wide with both hands. My face is on fire, and I’m glad he can’t see it. The articles were very clear and also not clear enough. I kiss the base of his spine, and goosebumps dance over his skin. I kiss slowly down, because going straight for it feels a little like our first kiss all over again, and I don’t want to mess this up. He exhales into the pillow. When I get there, I lick one slow stripe, and his whole body jolts.

“Fuck.”

I do it again. The same results. My stomach swoops with pleasure. I repeat it until I learn the shape of him and can predict the way he’ll twitch when I circle his hole and the sound he makes when I press in with the tip of my tongue. It’s more intimate than the research covered. Salt and skin and the clean taste of his shower, but under it is just him. I don’t hate it. I really like the way his hips push back, helpless, like he’s trying and failing not to move.

“Quinn—baby, that’s—” He breaks off on a groan when I suck, before swirling my tongue over the tight muscle. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop that.”

I lick him open and reach under him to wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking him as I eat him out. He swears into my pillow. His hands fisting into the sheet. When I point my tongue and work it a little deeper, his thighs shake, and the noise he makes goes straight to my own straining dick.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he says on a gasp. “If you keep—fuck, if you keep doing that.”

I pull back just enough to answer. “I want you to. Then after you recover, you can be inside of me, if you still want that.”

“I want that.” He laughs, breathless, and drops his forehead to the pillow. “I want all of it.”

I go back to licking him until his hips stutter and he spills over my fist and the sheet, shaking, and saying my name as though it’s the only one he has ever known. I slow my sloppy kisses as he rides out his orgasm. Kissing the inside of his thigh when he gets too sensitive. Then I rest my cheek on his ass and try to get my breathing under control. I’m hard and aching and strangely proud I could make him fall apart the same way he makes me fall apart.

“Was that right?” I ask.

He turns his face, flushed and ruined, and looks at me over his shoulder. The mark I gave him on his throat is already a dark purple. “That was so fucking right that I can’t feel my legs. Get up here. It’s your turn. And I’m not stopping until I’ve sucked you dry.”

My sheet was not salvageable, so after, we stripped it off and are now cuddling on his bed. I’m completely satiated. And it’s the middle of the day. I could probably go again in a little bit, which is new information I file away instead of saying out loud.