Page 82 of Sixty Days Of Summer

Kit made all the flight arrangements for me and Scarlet to join Daisy for an interview with Jerry Goldman tomorrow. I’m fucking nervous about diving back into that dark place and reliving it all. But I keep reminding myself that I owe it to that little boy—the one who suffered through all that pain—to make things right for him.

After that, my plan is to fly back and regroup with the guys for the next part of our tour—New York. I asked Scarlet to accompany me, and honestly, I don’t know if I’d get through this without her. She gives me the strength to be better, to be kinder to myself, and to see myself in a new light. She’s right—it was never my fault that I had fucked-up parents. I just wish I’d figured that out sooner.

The elevator doors slide open, and even though I’m dying to get Scarlet to my room, we hold back, letting Neil check the corridor first. Once he scans the area and gives us the all-clear, Xander and Theo step out, and then Scarlet and I follow.

As we walk, I pull her close, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a soft kiss on the top of her head. It’s something I find myself doing more and more lately. Not too long ago, being this close would’ve sent me into a tailspin, convinced that letting someone in would set loose things I wasn’t ready to face. But now, with her by my side, it feels like each kiss is helping those fears melt away, bit by bit.

Neil waits in the hall as we each say our goodnights and head into our rooms. I close the door, and any restraint I had left vanishes. I pull Scarlet close, pressing her against the door, my lips crashing into hers with a hunger that’s been simmering all night. Feeling her warmth, her steady presence, drowns outeverything else—any worries about the future, any shadows of the past. At this moment, she’s my anchor, grounding me, and I can’t get close enough to her.

She smells fucking divine, and that soft moan of hers sets my whole body ablaze with desire.

Her head tilts back, a soft, breathy sigh escaping as I trail my lips down her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin. My fingers find the button on her jeans, quickly flicking it open before tugging down the zipper. But of course, she’s wearing those damn jeans—the ones that cling tight and take forever to peel off. It’s maddening and exhilarating all at once.

“Don’t move,” I command, dropping to my knees, my gaze locked on hers. I can see the anticipation in her eyes as I slowly slide off her shoes. When I finally peel her jeans from her thighs, she steps out of them, revealing her black lace underwear hugging her curves. The sight alone stirs a deep groan from me, my mouth watering as I take in the soft lace, knowing just how close I am to her bare skin.

Fuck, this girl gets me going like no one else ever has. I look up at her, desire burning in my eyes, as I tap her ankle to widen her stance.

“Spread them,” I command, kissing the inside of her thigh, savoring the softness of her skin. When she obeys, I run my tongue along her thigh, coaxing soft, desperate noises from her, like she’s my instrument and I’m drawing out every sound of pleasure. “Now take off your shirt and bra,” I urge, my voice dripping with need. “Let me see those perfect tits.”

While she strips off her clothes, my tongue inches up her thigh toward the place I crave, where I know she’s aching for me to taste her. The moment she tosses her clothes to the floor and I get closer to her pussy, I hear her breathing change. I see her head drop back against the door, her eyes fluttering closed, lost in the pleasure building between us.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, my breath hot against her skin as I inch even closer.

When I reach her panty line, I tease her with my tongue along the edge, not bothering to break that barrier just yet. I want her to beg for what she craves. I can tell I’m getting to her by the way her palms are splayed against the door, as she fights for control.

“Ace,” she gasps, her voice all breathy and filled with need. “You’re killing me.” I can hear the frustration lacing her words, and it only drives me harder, eager to push her over the edge.

I press a kiss to her hip, smirking as her body shivers beneath my lips. Every little reaction tells me I’m getting her right where I want her, coaxing her to let go. She’s grown so much bolder with sex since those early days, when we first started fucking months ago. But now? She’s right there with me, her confidence matched by an intensity that drives us both wild. Ever since she took charge that day, something shifted between us. Now it’s no longer just a way to get off; it’s about savoring every second, drawing out every thrill until we’re both on the edge, ready to tip over together.

I slide her panties aside and run my tongue through her folds, giving her a quick flick of my tongue over her clit. Fuck, she tastes so good. The moan that escapes her lips sends a jolt of desire straight to my cock, making it harder than ever. I pull back, trailing kisses along her thigh, and when she drops her head to look at me, her eyes wide with confusion, I can’t help but grin.

“If you want it, you have to tell me you fucking want it,” I taunt, my voice low and teasing. “Beg me to give it to you.”

She lets out a deep sigh, her eyes boring into me, like if she didn’t need it so badly, she’d tell me I was an asshole for doing this to her. She pauses, watching me, and I can’t help but move my face closer. I blow hot air over her already aching skin,teasing her with the promise of what’s to come. A smirk pulls at my lips as I take in her reaction, and just to make it even harder for her, I flick my tongue out, landing a quick, tantalizing swipe against her clit.

When I pull back, she grabs my hair, yanking my head up to meet her gaze. I love this side of Scarlet—so desperate to get off, so demanding. “You’re going to get me off with your fucking mouth, asshole.” Then, with a softer tone, she adds, “Please.”

I reach up and rip her panties from her body, tossing the scraps aside so she’s completely bare and ready for me. Leaning forward, I give her what she craves, my tongue dancing over her, coaxing moans from deep within her with every swipe, every flick, every teasing pressure on her clit. Her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me closer, and when her hips start to move, grinding against my face, it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off her, watching her take what she wants in the most mind-blowingly erotic way.

I slip two fingers inside her, pumping them in rhythm with my tongue, and as I find that sweet spot, she becomes loud and explosive, just the way I love her. The thought of anyone walking past our door in the corridor, hearing her lose control, sends a thrill through me. Just the idea of fucking her against this door turns me on even more. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

I can feel the pressure building inside her, the way her pussy throbs with need, begging for release. She’s so close, and I love how she’s losing herself in the pleasure I’m giving her. Every throb of her clit against my tongue drives me wild, and the urgency in her movements makes it clear she’s on the brink.

Her breaths come in desperate gasps, each one a sweet invitation to push her over the edge. She’s losing control, and I’m utterly captivated by the sight of her crumbling before me. The soft, pleading sounds spilling from her lips make me pick upthe pace, my fingers curling just right as I stroke that sweet spot deep inside her. I can’t help but growl against her, savoring every delicious note.

“Come for me, baby,” I murmur against her, my voice low and husky. “I want to feel you.”

She’s so close, so damn close, and I can feel it in the way her body reacts—tightening, pulsing, begging for release. I can’t wait to watch her unravel, to see the moment she lets go completely, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through her.

And then it happens spectacularly. She cries out, a melody of pure ecstasy that fills the room, and I drink it all in—her pleasure, the way she quakes beneath my touch, her essence flooding my mouth. I’m fucking hungry for more, each drop igniting a fire inside me. I savor her, letting her pleasure wash over me, feeling every wave of her climax ripple through her body as she holds onto my head, her grip tightening as she rides my face, trembling with every pulse of her release. Each throb of her clit against my tongue sends a rush through me, and I’m consumed by the intoxicating blend of her pleasure and the need to keep her spiraling into ecstasy.

As her body quakes with the aftershocks of her orgasm, I pull back, a cocky smile spreading across my face. I love knowing I just gave her that kind of release, the kind that leaves her breathless and wanting more. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, savoring the sweetness of her orgasm lingering there, every taste reminding me of how badly she needed it—and how much more I want to give her.

Standing up, I watch her lean against the door, breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She’s still caught in the haze of her orgasm, her skin flushed, her body trembling. Seeing her come completely undone like this drives me wild. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be balls deep inside her, feeling every inch, like it’s the only thing that matters right now.

I strip off my clothes in a rush, my cock hard and throbbing with need. Grabbing a condom from my pocket, I roll it on quickly. Every second I'm not in her is unbearable. I step forward, lifting her with ease, her back pressing against the door as her legs wrap around me. My cock brushes her entrance, the heat of her making me grit my teeth, and I angle myself just right, teasing her for a heartbeat before I slide into her, filling her completely in one smooth thrust.

The moment I’m inside her, her warmth surrounds me, and I let out a low groan. She feels incredible—tight, wet, and perfect.

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