The Guy on the Right (The Underdogs 1) - Page 91

“Just a taste,” he murmurs, his tongue flicking out again as I try to remain balanced on shaky legs. And then he’s at my back, encasing me, my stuttered breaths coming fast. After the slow descent of my zipper, my dress pools at my feet and I’m bare—save my underwear—as he turns me to face him, his mouth again on mine, his hunger evident with every thrust of his tongue.

That’s when I fold in his arms until he sweeps me up in his embrace and deposits me in the center of his bed. I feel completely coveted, worshiped, and it’s addicting. Instinctively, my hands go up, tangle in his hair and I pull him to me kissing him with undeniable need.

When he pulls away, he stares down at me with a question.

“Yes, yes, God, yes,” I cry out, lifting to help him shed his jacket and tie before I start to work his shirt buttons one by one before we collectively discard it to the floor. I trail my fingers along the hard wall of his chest, stroking the small smattering of hair in the center before covering his arms in my touch. Though lean, he’s well-defined, subtle curves of muscle accentuate his biceps. Studying him is an easy chore, his long wavy hair, dark eyes, a slightly wide Roman nose, sensual full lips. He rests on his feet, hovering above me in his bed.

“You are so beautiful.”

He traces my nipple with his finger and then leans in to capture it with his mouth.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes alight with lust as he lifts them to mine.

“Theo, I want you inside. I want you everywhere.”

His eyes darken with his command. “Say it again, Laney.”

“I want you, Theo, so much.”

He reaches over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom as I unbutton his slacks and free him from his briefs. Mouth watering, I stare down at his cock and stroke the tip of him with my thumb. His eyes close, and I rise up to kiss his chest, his neck an

d pull him back to my mouth. He tastes me thoroughly before pulling away and stilling my hand.

“I want this to last.”

I nod as he unwraps me, slowly peeling my underwear away, while stormy eyes pierce mine. It’s all I can do to keep from pushing him back on the bed and filling myself with him.

He spreads my legs, his eyes roaming appreciatively along my body, soaking me in. “I’ve thought about this, about you like this, so many times.” He strokes my skin, my sides with his fingers. Surprising me, he lifts me by the neck and brings me to his mouth, kissing the life out of me before gently laying me back against his pillow. He rises then and admires me from where he stands toeing off his shoes and socks before revealing himself entirely, shedding his boxers along with his pants before they collectively fall to the floor.

He’s beautiful, and the look that he’s giving me is slowly taking my breath away as it intensifies, until I’m suffocating in his rapt attention. I’d give up air to keep this feeling. I’d give anything to keep it.

Once he’s rolled on the condom, I reach for him from where I lay, dying for his lips, his mouth, his kiss, his intoxicating touch. Fully naked, he separates my knees, his warm hands exploring as he keeps his gaze locked on mine. “We do this, there’s no going back.”

I don’t have time to respond when he slides both hands from my calves to my center before he dips and nudges my clit with his nose.

“Oh my God,” I say, grabbing the pillow next to me to bite into it. Licking me furiously, he reaches up and jerks it from my grip. Speaking between licks.

“I.” Lick. “Want.” Lick. “To.” Lick. “Hear.” Lick, lick, nudge. “You.”

I’m so close to crying at the feel of his mouth. It’s so effortless on his part, like a vibration as he laps me up with such precision, I erupt in moans, thighs squeezing his head as I rip at his hair. He continues to suck until I’m a pool of pants and tears. Once satisfied, he resumes his intoxicating exploration of my body cupping my breasts before laving each nipple, trailing his kiss up to my neck before he settles between my thighs and claims my mouth.

“I want you so much,” he murmurs. My whole body responds with the arch of my back, and I greedily suck his tongue before he envelops a peaked nipple into his mouth.

“I’m so ready, please,” I whisper hoarsely. “Now, Theo, please.”

He lifts onto a forearm before positioning himself at my entrance, his eyes catching fire, his mouth parting as he slowly begins to press in. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, the twist of his features is too beautiful. He’s both long and thick, and I can feel every inch of him as he slowly thrusts in, his eyes pooling to a liquid black. It’s then I realize he’s shaking.

He’s just as nervous as I am.

He thrusts into me, stealing every ounce of breath from my body.

“Oh shit,” he grits out before glancing down to weigh my expression.

“Just move,” I gasp out. “Just move. We can do it again. We can stay here forever. Theo, move.”

And he does. He buries himself to the hilt pressing his forehead to mine.

Nothing in my life has ever felt better, and I whisper as much as he tries to steady himself.

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