Chapter 19 Emily
EMILY
This was crazy. Had I just agreed to be fuck buddies with my brother-in-law’s best friend for a month?
Yep, and I had zero regrets. I would enjoy this man I’d been dreaming about since I was a teenager for as long as I could have him. My teenage fantasy could be fulfilled while I got dicked down by the only man who’d ever done the job correctly.
Now that I knew where his head had been when he left that morning, I understood his reasoning, and my ire had cooled. I appreciated his desire to keep me from getting hurt, even though he’d gone about it all wrong—and ultimately failed.
This time, we were on the same page. The rules were clear: one month only, no catching feelings, and we parted amicably. Easy peasy.
Except…
I wasn’t sure I could avoid letting my heart get involved.
We had history. He’d essentially been a part of the family as long as Vance had.
They’d been like two peas in a pod when Vance and my sister met and started dating.
Our lives were intertwined in a way that would be difficult to untangle.
I just hoped I wasn’t setting myself up for heartbreak when he left.
Those thoughts melted away when Donovan’s hot mouth latched onto my neck.
Just like that first night, he found the spot that made me squirm.
I hadn’t even known that was one of my erogenous zones until he brushed his lips and tongue across it in the shower.
It sent a pulse of desire coursing between my legs.
I moaned and let my head fall back, giving him more access to my sensitive flesh. He flexed his hips, rubbing his impressive length against my center. My leggings did little to dampen the sensation.
“Donovan,” I moaned, and he growled against my throat.
“I love when you call me that,” he said, tightening his fingers in my hair and bringing his mouth back to mine.
His tongue dipped inside, exploring and tasting as he curled an arm around my waist and brought our bodies completely flush together.
I felt every rippling ab and hard peck against my chest and stomach.
Then he was lifting me off the counter, his strong arms easily supporting my weight.
“Bedroom?” he asked—no, demanded.
“Down the hall, first door on the right,” I replied, my head dizzy from his drugging kisses. His feet were moving before I even finished directing him.
Seconds later, Donovan dropped me onto my bed. He wasted no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and ripping them off my legs, along with my panties.
“Need to taste you,” he said, his voice strained with desperation.
His head dipped, and he latched onto my clit before I could protest. Not that I would.
I wanted his mouth on me just as much as he did.
He swirled his tongue and nipped at my sensitive flesh just the way I liked.
I’d always struggled to find release with a partner, but not with Donovan.
He had no trouble unlocking my orgasms. It was like my body was a computer program, and he knew every code.
Donovan suddenly stopped licking and pulled back, a devious grin spreading across his glistening lips.
“I want you to ride my face,” he said as he crawled over me, stopping when he was directly above me.
My entire body flushed. Excitement lit my skin on fire, and goosebumps pebbled my arms. This would be a first for me, and I was more than happy it was about to happen with him.
Though, I wasn’t sure what he got out of it, so I proposed some concessions.
“Only if you fuck my face afterward.” He let out a strangled groan followed by a curse.
“Anything you want,” he promised, his gravelly voice full of lust.
Pulling me into a sitting position, he took my place, lying flat on his back. “Get up here,” he instructed, gripping my thighs and guiding me into place with my knees straddling his head.
“What exactly do I do?” I asked, my voice laced with hesitation.
“You sit on my face,” he began lifting his head to take a quick teasing swipe at my pussy.
I sucked in a sharp breath, and he chuckled.
“Then you do whatever feels right. Grind against my mouth, swivel your hips, rock back and forth. Just make sure you hold onto the headboard because I’m about to take you on a ride. ”