Page 114 of Maybe You

I hook my leg around his hips and roll us over so I’m straddling him. He sends me that lazy smile I love so fucking much.

I lower my body on top of his, and he sucks in a breath, bare skin against bare skin. Everywhere. The silky length of his thick, hard cock is trapped between our bodies, and when he rolls his hips the tiniest bit, the increased pressure makes us both moan.

I lower my head and lick at the bend of Sutton’s neck. He tastes like clean skin and smells of soap and some kind of expensive aftershave. I bite down gently, and he makes a sound. Low and plaintive. A bit helpless. Like he can’t resist me even if he tries.

His fingertips move over my skin, drawing frantic patterns on it as he goes. His hips keep rolling up, rubbing against me, and I’m rocking back. He shifts slightly to the left beneath me so we’re lining up, and the hardness of his cock rubbing against mine lights my insides up like a sparkler.

I’m pushing and rutting against him, chest tight, gut tight, and this feels different from all the other times. This feels more in a way I don’t know how to explain.

He grabs my hips and pushes me back just enough that he can shove his hand between us. His fingers circle me, his grip strong and sure and knowledgeable in a way that surpasses even my own hand on myself.

I buck against him, a mess of gasping breaths and pure need, fucking into his fist. My skin burns where his fingers grip me.

I lower my head to kiss his throat and nibble on his collarbone. I suck the skin between my lips. I’ve never thought about leaving a mark on somebody’s skin, but right now there’s a deep craving, a desperate urge to leave fingerprints on Sutton’s skin and suck hickeys into his neck. To leave marks that will last. Some kind of visible, tangible proof that this is mine and for me to keep and all along, there’s this desperate, horrible, lovely ache that throbs inside my chest.

I work my way down his body, free to explore every part of him. For weeks I’ve learned everything about Sutton. Every secret of his body. I’ve conducted thorough research. I know every sensitive spot on his skin.

I know he hates it when I circle his belly button with my finger, but he loves it when I use my tongue.

He’s ticklish as fuck on the left side of his rib cage.

He arches and gasps beneath me when I play with his nipples. I know I can reduce him to a moaning, incoherent mess when I suck and lick them until they pebble into hard points, wet and overly sensitive from my mouth.

And then when I move lower, he can’t keep his hips still. I kiss the center of his chest and lick down over the ridges of his abs. I dip my tongue into his belly button, and his cock jerks against my chin. The tip is damp with precum.

I swipe over the head with my tongue. His hips cant up, and I kiss the soft flesh between his rib cage and hip and swipe my tongue over the hip bone, working it lower until I can drag it through the crease between his thigh and crotch.

There’s desperation now.

His hands are in my hair, pushing my head lower.

“Come on,” he chants. “Come on. Come on. Come on. Please.”

He’s hard and hot and shameless, thrusting his hips up suggestively. I reach up and flick his nipple, and he groans as his cock jerks.

“Evil,” he manages to gasp as he tries to rub himself against my thigh.

Goose bumps run over my spine because I get to see him like this. Not the put together, cocky, arrogant rich boy he shows the rest of the world. This here is mine. My Sutton.

I lower my head and take him in my mouth.

He lets out a long, low groan of relief.

I suck the head, and Sutton lets out a string of curse words. His hands grip my hair, and he widens his thighs for me.

He tastes salty, and I squeeze the base with one hand and tease the tip with my tongue before I swallow him down again. I slide my hand lower and tug gently at his balls as I go down on him.

“Christ, you’re hot like this,” he rasps, and when I lift my gaze, I find him looking at me. I suck harder.

The muscles in his thighs tighten, and his whole body strains.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns in a breathless voice.

It takes a lot of self-control to pull my mouth away from him.

His chest heaves with sharp breaths.

“Don’t tease. Suck,” he gasps.

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