30. Chapter 30
thirty
Sadie
My head fell back, and the moan that ripped out of me sounded like something straight out of an adult film. I’d never had anyone do this because they wanted to, like, really wanted to. Sure, men had gone down on me before, but it had always been a tit-for-tat obligation.
Diesel was a whole different story. He ate me like it was a competition, like there was a gold medal on the line, and he was damn well going to win it. He wasn’t afraid to use his teeth, his tongue, his… everything.
Thoughts scattered, slipping away one by one until there was nothing left but sensation. It was raw, relentless, and better than anything I’d ever given myself. My fingers and my fantasies didn’t stand a chance against him.
I was chanting his name like a prayer. No, like a plea. For him to make me finish? For him to never stop? For him to fuck me instead? I didn’t know. Couldn’t know. All I knew was one thing.
I was already ruined.
Heat coiled low in my belly, my thighs tightening as I started the climb. This was it. I was going to come for the first time without having to finish myself after some guy got bored and told me I took too long.
“Daniel, please… so close.” It came out as a desperate whine.
He didn’t slow. If anything, his mouth got greedier, tongue pressing harder, teeth scraping just enough to make my hips jerk. One of his big hands slid up to hold me there, locking me in place like he was going to wring every last drop of pleasure from me, whether I could handle it or not.
His growl vibrated through me, deep and relentless, and it tipped me right over the edge.
His name tore from my throat, echoing off the walls, and I was sure everyone at the garage across the street just got an earful.
Diesel
That “Daniel, please” was going to haunt me.
Not the name. The way she said it: wrecked, breathless, clinging like she didn’t know whether she wanted to hold on or give in.
I didn’t give her the choice.
She wasn’t running from this, from me. Not now.
Her thighs flexed tight against my shoulders, and I slid my hand up to pin her hips, holding her exactly where I wanted her. She tried to move, and, whether to escape or get more, I didn’t care. Either way, I wasn’t letting her.
I pressed my tongue harder, dragging it slowly, then fast, then sucking her in like I could pull her soul right out through my mouth. Her taste hit the back of my throat, addictive and fucking perfect.
She whimpered again, and I knew she was close—not just from the sound, but from the way her body trembled against my hold.
Mine. All mine.
I growled into her, the vibration making her jerk, and I didn’t let up until she broke—until she cried out my name like it was the only thing she knew.
I kept going, drawing it out, giving her every last ounce I had until she was sagging against the counter, chest rising and falling like she’d just run for her life.
Yeah. I’d ruined her.
And I wasn’t even close to done.
I got up off the floor, my knees complaining after too long on the hard tile, but I ignored them. Worth it.
I planted my hands on either side of her, caging her in, and kissed her—deep, slow—making sure she tasted herself on my lips. I wanted that in her head. Wanted her to know exactly what she did to me.
Her arms wrapped around my neck without a thought, soft and warm, pulling me in like she couldn’t get enough.
I broke the kiss, holding her gaze. “You okay?”
She nodded, a soft sigh leaving her as she pressed her forehead to mine.
Good.
Because I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
My thumbs stroked along her thighs, still trembling under my touch. “Catch your breath, Sunshine,” I murmured, my voice low enough that it was more a promise than a suggestion. “We’re just getting started.”
I helped her down off the counter, my hands firm at her waist, making sure her legs were steady before I let her go.
“Need me to carry you to bed?” I teased, giving her a slow smile I knew bordered on wicked.
“No, I don’t need you hurting your back. I have other plans for you.” She shot it right back at me, eyes sparkling.
“You don’t give me enough credit if you think carrying you would hurt my back, Sunshine.”
Truth was, I’d carry her anywhere she wanted to go—bed, couch, hell, the roof—just to keep her close. But the way she was looking at me now? I had a feeling I was about to see exactly what kind of plans she had, and I wasn’t sure either of us was going to be walking straight after.