Page 117 of Flipping the Script

I’d intended it to be a hard and hot kiss. Just enough to shut him up and scramble his brain a bit.

I wasn’t prepared for the way he melted under me, his kiss sweet and almost hesitant.

Every plan I had flew right out the giant wall of windows as I sank into the kiss, slowing it down even more.

Bas moaned softly and slid his hands under the bottom of my hoodie, gently teasing the skin right over my waistband.

This was different than I’d planned, but so damn amazing I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted to not only get my prize, but rock Bas’s world before I got my dick in him.

Last time he’d turned me into a blubbering mess who’d come on his cock. This time I was going to make sure he was the one who was coming all over himself.

Or deep in me.

Slowly, I rocked over him. Not hard, just a soft shift so our bodies slid together as we kissed. Like the waves on calm seas. He sighed and lightly scratched his nails over my back.

I liked kissing him.

Loved feeling the changes in his breathing and hearing the little pleasure sounds he made.

But most of all, I loved that he was letting me have control.

Switching things up like this was probably the worst idea ever, but whatever. Bad ideas were pretty much the only ones we had.

Before I could get lost in his kisses, I slid one hand under the bottom of his hoodie and traced my fingers over the silky skin of his stomach. He moaned, and I slid it between our bodies to cup his cock over the soft material of his sweats.

“You want my mouth?” I asked.

He pressed into my touch and lightly bit my lower lip, pulling on it in a way that sent zings of pleasure through me. He let go of it with a low chuckle and soothed my stinging flesh with his tongue. “What do you think?”

I worked my hand under his clothes and gripped his shaft. He was rock hard, his skin already slick with precum. “I think you’re going to lose.”

“Wishful thinking.” He gripped my ass and dug his fingers into my flesh. “And you’re doing a lot of talking for someone who wants to blow me so bad.”

“You never asked for my mouth.” I let go of his dick and pulled my hand free. “Makes me think you don’t want it.”

“Asshole.” He glared up at me, but there was no real heat behind it.

“You say this like it’s a new development.” I slid my hand back under his clothes and rubbed his length. “Do you want my mouth? If so, you need to ask nicely.”

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“Fine.”He smiled up at me. “Will you please put my dick in your mouth? Pretty please with a flip fuck on top?”

“I’m not sure if you were going for innocent, but that look was serving crazy with a side of sociopath.” I gripped his dick again and gave it a hard stroke.

His retort turned into a strangled moan mid-word.

“That’s it.” I stroked him faster, shifting off him to get a better angle. “You love having my hand on you.”

“So? I love having your mouth on me more, and all you’ve done with it is talk.”

“Just talk?” Still stroking his length, I resumed kissing him, going hot and hard right off the bat. The scrape of our stubble sent more of those zings through me, so did thinking about the beard burn I’d see on Bas when we were long done. Apparently I was into marking, but only with him.

“Cheater,” Bas mumbled dazedly when I finally pulled away.

The area around his mouth was pink from friction, and his lips were kiss-swollen and red.

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