Page 36 of Tell Me Lies

Those words shouldn’t have been so arousing.

“Stalker.”

“Prey.” His teeth flashed for an instant before his lips barely brushed across my mouth so we shared the same breath. “Would you like to run again? Make it to my room, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“It’s my room,” I snorted, all bravado. The truth flushed my body with need. I was practically dry humping him from the waist down. “Maybe I should chase you.”

“Deal,” he snapped before I could say another word. “If I get there first, I get whatever I want from you.”

“That’s not what I meant,” I called to his back as he sprinted from the kitchen and hit the stairs. “Dammit,” I grumbled.

There was no way I was going to catch him. He had a good foot on me in height, and those thighs were made for sprinting. I still put on a good show, hitting the doorway just as he landed flat on my bed on his back.

Sliding one hand behind his neck, his knees bent and spread wide, he crooked a finger at me. “Whatever I want, remember?”

“What if what you want is what I want?”

He smirked. “You’ll make a great lawyer one day.”

“I will.”

Maxom’s games never took anything away from me. Confidence only built the need for desire between us.

“Come here.”

“You’re very demanding.” I edged toward the bed, halting just outside his reach. “You’re getting sweat all over my blankets.” I wrinkled my nose.

Maxom caught the hem of my dress and yanked me forward.

Rather than letting him rip the material, I went with the motion, bracing my hands on his chest as I fell.

His palms cupped my ass, splitting my legs apart as I fell to straddle him. The thickness of his cock pressed up against my heat through his jeans, and I ground down on him unconsciously. A low moan left my throat as he fisted my hair.

“Kiss me.”

I bent to kiss his bottom lip, cheekily holding his gaze.

He shook his head and raised his hips, rubbing himself against me. “Here.”

He pushed me down his body until my face was level with his crotch. I reached for the button at the top of his jeans, but he tsked. “Lick.” He reached under my chin to catch my jaw, forcing my face against the impressive denim-covered bulge begging for my attention.

Looking up through my lashes at him without moving my head, I slid my tongue out of my mouth and licked along the seam of his jeans.

Maxom watched me with hooded eyes, his breaths deepening. I licked the denim again and again until the cloth was wet, letting him rub my face against it while he pushed up against me.

“Now the jeans. Use your teeth.”

He held me in place with both hands as I struggled to free his cock. When the denim finally separated, I rubbed my cheek against the satin boxers between me and his skin. Then I stuck out my tongue to lick again, knowing exactly what he wanted.

He grinned, dropping his head back as I teased him through the thin fabric, wetting its silkiness as I worked my way up and down his covered cock. His groans brought on a heat of their own, flushing me until I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore my own need.

When I carefully exposed his cock to my mouth he took the opportunity to slip the shoulder straps of my dress away, freeing my breasts to his hands. Half sitting up, he toyed with my nipples, pulling and squeezing in a constant rhythm designed to drive me mad.

I licked and sucked around the head of his cock, intent on the task because I needed to please him, wanting to taste his cum in my mouth.

“Get everything nice and wet.”

I nodded, staring at him through my lashes, gasping as he pulled on my nipples. I moaned my frustration, rubbing my thighs together.

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