Page 53 of Need Him Like Oxygen

But, of course, he had to follow.

If there was one thing you knew about Dav, it was that the man was a dog with a bone when it came to women he wanted to fuck.

Even if, it seemed, he’d already fucked you.

But then Saff made a comment that reminded me exactly of what a hound he was with women.

I didn’t look at him.

I couldn’t.

There was too much of a risk of giving away the weeks of need inside of me.

So I did the only thing I could.

I walked away.

No one had been talking to me anyway.

I made some rounds, catching up with Renzo, Elian, Rico, and that new kid, Coal, that I was kind of salty about not getting to have in my own crew.

I was just about to slip out when a series of texts came through, making me slip into Renzo’s office to be able to think straight over the music and clash of conversation.

I should have known Dav would take it as an opportunity to corner me.

But his lips were on me before I could even come up with some nasty thing to say to make him forget all about that final night in his apartment.

And the second he was touching me, every bit of determination I had to stay away from him evaporated.

When his hand pressed between my thighs, every bit of longing for the past several weeks came charging back. Then doubled.

A chorus of laughter pulled me out of it for a second.

“There are people ten feet away,” I insisted.

“Then you’ll have to be quiet,” he said, his lips sealing over mine again, damming up any further objection. Not that I had any left in me.

I wanted this too much to fight it.

His fingers pressed harder against the material of my jeans, but the pressure did little to ease the growing ache between, making me grumble against his lips.

I felt his mouth curve into a smile against mine as his hand shifted up, working my button and zipper free, then slipping beneath both my pants and panties, teasing up my bare skin.

I swear I nearly came the second his finger brushed over my clit. That was how needy I was.

His fingers slipped downward, sliding inside of me, his lips muffling my moan as his palm pressed against my clit.

I rocked shamelessly against him, trying to get relief from the pressure in my core.

“Fucking drenched for me,” Dav said, his lips ripping from mine to press into my neck.

“Dav,” I whimpered, hand sliding down his chest to cup his hard length, my walls clenching at the idea of having him inside of me again.

“Not yet,” he said. “You’re going to come on my fingers, then my mouth, and then my cock.”

His lips claimed mine again as his fingers turned, crooked, and started to stroke across my g-spot, driving me up faster, pushing me to that edge, then sending me over.

The pleasure was still soaring through me as he dropped to his knees, yanking my pants out of the way as his fingers started to fuck me again.

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