Page 43 of Beyond the Bright Lights

She gently pushes me away. “No.”

I arch a brow. “No?”

She places her palm on my chest. It’s searing despite the fabric of my t-shirt between our skin.

“What do you want, Mylan?”

I choke on my words, struggling to respond. I didn’t expect her to ask me that. No one ever asks me what I want. I’m always the one who gives—my money, my fame, my mind, and my body. Sometimes I give when I shouldn’t. When I don’t want to. When I’m forced.

I’m not the type of person people take care of.

Tell me what you want, Mylan?

Such a simple question. Why does it have my heart thumping wildly in my chest? It could be because I haven’t fucked sober in a very long time. Even in my last relationship, I was either high or drunk during sex.

What if I'm not good?

When I lost myself to my addiction this last time, I no longer cared if I was good. Now, it’s all I can think about. Now, I have my control back, and I’m obsessing over how I can be good for her.

Not that I expect Lana to fuck me at this moment.

She pushes at my chest, and we walk backwards, oddly mimicking what I did to her just days ago—what she did to me at the bar. The backs of my legs hit her bed.

“Tell me,” Lana says, demanding, stern. It’s hot as fuck.

“I want to taste you,” I say, my voice unsteady. I’m . . . nervous.

She hums with a mischievous smirk.

She slides her palm down the front of my shirt, over my abs to cup my painfully hard dick through my swim shorts. It lurches at her touch. “You don’t want me to suck your cock?”

“Jesus, woman. Yes, I will always want that, but right now I need to taste you.”

I take hold of her arms and twist us around to shove her onto the bed. She yelps then giggles, and that sound almost has me coming right then.

I tug at Lana’s nylon bottoms and relish at the way she fists the comforter and arches her back. Inch by anticipating inch, I peel the fabric down, making her squirm as I take my time. After tossing the bottoms aside, I smooth my palms over her freshly shaved legs.

Soft like silk.

My lips replace my palms, kissing along her inner thigh, tonguing her dimpled skin, and nipping it with my teeth. She attempts to close her legs on my head, but I push them wide open.

Full access.

Lana’s hands find my hair, and she grabs hold of the strands hard enough that it pleasantly hurts. She pushes my head to her cunt, and I let out a laugh, my hot breath fanning across her glistening sex. She moans in response.

“So fucking greedy.”

“Shut up and put your mouth on me.”

I cluck my tongue at her, which only makes her groan in frustration. “I love when you tell me what to do.”

I bury my nose in her cunt and inhale, and Lana tries to close her legs on my head again. My palms press down hard, keeping them spread.

“Be a good girl, Lana.”

She whimpers on my words as my tongue lashes out and laps up her arousal from the bottom of her slit up to her swollen clit. I suck on it lavishly, and she arches her back again. I remove a hand from her thigh to splay my fingers over her quivering stomach and push her back down.

I start feasting like a starving man, thrusting my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy while massaging her clit with my thumb.

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