“You didn’t come to our room,” he rasps.
“Our?” I ask, trying to hide the surprise in my voice and failing.
He hums, his warm breath washing over my ear. “Yeah, Sunny. Our. You’re mine now.”
Turning my head slightly, I look back over my shoulder at him. I can’t see much, the shadows of the darkness in the room covering his features. But what I do see, bright and shining in the dimness is his bright white teeth as he smiles.
“I’m yours. But are you mine?”
A question I’m not quite sure I want the answer to. Typically, the answer is no, always. I want it to be yes though. I’m like any other girl, hoping and dreaming for a fairy tale, for a fantasy. I want him to be completely and utterly devoted to me and only me, nobody else in the entire universe exists, even if that’s just a silly girl’s dream.
“Solely yours, Sunny. Nobody else I want.”
“And does that mean your body is mine too?”
His smile doesn’t fade at my question, in fact, he lifts his hand and his fingers touch the tip of my nose. He lets out a chuckle, and I can’t help but smile, at least he’s not angry at my question. He finds me humorous if nothing else.
Then his expression changes.
It happens in an instant and gone is all of his humor, all of his jokes, instead he becomes serious as he watches me. Turning over a bit more in his arms, I lift my hand between us and cup his cheek.
“Yeah,” he says roughly, his eyes focused on mine, connecting and holding my own. “My body is yours. I’m done fucking around. I want this and I want it to be real.”
Pressing my lips together, I roll them around as I try to really take him in. He’s serious, his expression is, and most importantly, his eyes are. That is what eases my worries, what gives me the trust that I need to accept what he’s saying—his eyes.
“Me too,” I say. “I want all of you, all of this.”
He hums, leaning forward slightly to brush his lips across mine. “You got me, you got this. Can’t give you much,” he says against my lips. “But I can give you me.”
I think about that for a moment. He claims he can’t give me much, but he doesn’t realize that he’s given me more than I’ve ever had. Pressing my lips against his, I slide my tongue across the seam of his lips, tasting the beer that he must have just finished.
Dylan lets out a grunt as I roll us over and straddle his hips. He doesn’t say anything right away, his hands wrap around my waist as he holds me in place.
Our mouths work together, kissing, tasting, sucking. It’s beautiful and sexy, it causes my belly to clench and just when I thought that I was too sore, too exhausted for more, I want him again. Breaking the kiss, I nibble on his bottom lip the way that he always does mine.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice husky and gruff.
“You,” I breathe.
He shakes his head and I catch the sparkle in his eyes in the moonlight. “What do you want me to do?”
I want his mouth between my legs, I want to feel his tongue work me the way that he did earlier. Then, I want to ride him and have his hands roam all over my body, touching, pinching, tugging on every inch of me until we both come.
I can’t say any of it out loud though, it’s way too embarrassing. His fingers grip my waist tightly and he jerks me slightly. I can feel his hard length between my legs and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, biting hard.
“Tell me,” he demands.
Shaking my head, I don’t take my gaze from his. “I can’t say it,” I say, squirming against him.
He chuckles. “You don’t tell me. I won’t do it.”
I let out a frustrated growl, then I tell him. It’s embarrassing, my cheeks are no doubt bright red. My skin feels hot and I’m sure that he can tell how completely embarrassed I am about this entire thing. Thankfully, he has the good sense not to comment or poke fun at me.
“You want me to eat that sweet pussy, you better take your shorts off, Sunny, and climb up.”
“Climb up?” I ask.
His lips curve up into a cocky grin and he lets out a small chuckle. “You’re riding my face tonight. C’mon up here now.”
If things weren’t embarrassing enough, now he wants me to sit on his face. On. His. Face. I know that my face turns white, I know that I stare at him in complete shock. I know that he finds it cute, because he says so. And in the end, I’m glad that I showered before the party because I shimmy off my shorts, peel off my tank, and for the first time ever, I ride someone’s face.
And.
It.
Is.
Awesome.
After a few minutes of feeling awkward, that sensation goes away and another one fills me. Pure need. I end up grinding down against his face, not caring if he lives or dies, if he breathes or suffocates, if I break his nose or not. Nothing matters because it feels so damn good that nothing could matter in this moment.
When I come, it’s one of those orgasms that rushes through me then lingers. My thighs, my torso, my entire body twitches as I attempt to come down from the high that he’s given me. He picks me up slightly and slides me down his body so that I’m straddling his chest.
“Now you can ride my cock, Sunny.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
JAGUAR
Staring at the ceiling, I comb my fingers through her hair. Two days. This has been the best two days of
