Chapter 18
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S mirking, loving the feel of his fingers inside me and his tongue between my legs, I can’t help myself. “Such a good boy.”
His eyes flick up to mine, pure heat in them, as he grabs my leg and pulls it over his shoulder. Shit . This is epic. I love how his tongue feels, how his fingers stroke me, how his beard adds that extra sensation. Closing my eyes, I savor it all, feeling his hands gripping my thighs. Then one of his hands moves to my ass, squeezing, before he stands and hoists my other leg over his shoulder.
“Patch,” I squeal, now draped over his shoulders as he continues eating me out. I’m on his fucking shoulders! His eyes meet mine, and oh my God. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. He wasn’t kidding about being strong. I’m distracted by how utterly insane—and amazing—this is. We are the same kind of naughty.
Running my fingers through his brown hair, I can’t get enough as his tongue moves faster, his rhythm intensifying.
“Shit,” I pant, feeling myself get close.
He nods while he licks, and I’m smiling, still in disbelief that I’m on his shoulders, pressed against the shower wall.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe, overwhelmed by every detail of this. His tongue shifts from circles to fast flicks. “Fuck,” I exhale, biting my lip, too nervous to squirm on his shoulders, so I just tug his hair and press my back harder into the wall. He’s relentless, fucking going at me. Such a good boy. I bite down on my lip and let out a loud, shaky exhale, right on the edge. His hands roam and squeeze, and I scream out, releasing with a shudder as I pulse against his tongue. He finishes with a few slow strokes, then grips my waist and lifts me down from his shoulders, placing me gently back on the shower floor.
“Um …” is all I can manage, a schoolgirl grin spreading across my face. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
His smirk is pure satisfaction. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I fucking loved it. I really like being manhandled like that.”
“I had a feeling, kitten.”
Our gazes lock, the air between us still thick with heat. I can’t resist any longer and push him against the wall. My hand slides down, wrapping around his cock, loving how hard he is for me. The control shifts between us, and I revel in it.
Slowly, I stroke him, watching his expression. His head tilts back, eyes closing as he lets out a groan. A younger man. What a fucking thought. I could be dating a younger man. I want to be dating this twenty-seven-year-old—this man.
“You better come in my mouth,” I say before dropping to my knees.