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“Jesus Christ, I hate you so much right now.” I drape an arm over my eyes. “Walker, will you please eat my pussy like it’s your next meal? I’m giving your tongue, mouth, and fingers complete permission to do whatever it takes to make me come.”

“Atta girl,” he says, and I gasp as he does everything I just gave him approval for. His fingers part my outer lips as his tongue swirls around my clit. “Fuck, I forgot how good you taste and just how pretty this pussy is.”

“Less talking, more eating,” I say, placing a hand on the back of his head and encouraging him forward. The puff of air from his escaping chuckle tickles my most sensitive area, only adding to my arousal.

“And you thought I was demanding.” He pushes his long middle finger inside and hisses. “Goddamn, you’re so tight.”

Pumping in and out, he moans as he flattens his tongue and strokes my clit. I’m not surprised he remembers the way I like to be pleasured; our teenage years were spent learning each other’s bodies. Thankfully, his mom worked a lot, giving us the space and time to explore. And god, did we ever.

He adds another finger, giving me something to hold onto as the beginning waves of an orgasm wash over me. Then his lips are around my clit and he’s sucking, pushing me headfirst over the edge. I free fall into mindless bliss. My toes curl, and I lose my breath as my body fights to hold on, not wanting this feeling to ever end.

He coaxes every last ounce of pleasure from my body, not stopping until I’m shuddering and the sensitivity becomes too much. Reaching over the side of the bed, he finds the discarded sweatpants and uses them to wipe his face. With a cocky grin, he tosses them back on the ground. He lifts to his knees and I situp, reaching for his waistband, ready to return the favor, but he stops me.

“I can’t have you touch me.”

“That’s stupid. Let me choke on your cock, Walker.” I stroke him over his sweats.

“Fuck.” His head tips back, and it’s obvious he wants it, but still, he removes my hand. “I can’t.”

“Oh.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t help me,” he says.

“How?” My brows furrow in confusion. If I can’t touch him, I can’t make him come. Simple as that.

“Lie back and lift your shirt.” He reaches into his nightstand drawer and produces a bottle of lube. “Play with your tits while I fuck my fist and come all over them.”

Chapter Eleven

Walker

She yanksthe shirt all the way off while I shove my sweats and boxer briefs down past my ass. My eyes lock onto her puffy, pink pussy, and I groan, wanting nothing more than to fuck her hard and punish her for all the years I had to be without. But I know without a doubt that if I allowed myself to go there, I wouldn’t be able to let go. And I have to be able to let go.

After squirting some lube onto my shaft, I grip my cock and squeeze the base, trying to stop myself from exploding all over her just at the sight of her beautiful tits. Is it possible that they’re bigger? The dusky color of her nipples is the same, and I remember that single mole on the underside of her left breast, but I don’t remember her being any more than a handful and what she’s showing me now is so much more.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I fist my cock and stroke up and down, burning every inch of her into my memory. It’s a poor substitution for the perfect wet cunt spread wide for me, but the erotic visual has pre-cum leaking from my tip. “Does it turn you on to watch me jerk off?”

She writhes, unabashedly tracing the movement of my hand with her eyes. “Yes.”

“Then touch yourself. Make yourself come.”

One hand moves between her legs while the other cups her breast. “I don’t want my fingers. I want your cock. Please, Walker.”

“Are you ready to be mine?” It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to not give her what she wants. Part of me wonders if this is just a ploy to get her to agree—if I’d stoop as low as withholding sex. The answer is yes; I’d do whatever it takes, but I don’t think that’s what this is. This is self-preservation.

“You know I can’t.”

“Then fuck yourself with your fingers. Show me how much you want me.”

Her two middle fingers disappear inside her as she grinds her clit into her palm. I watch with rapt attention as slowly, her pace quickens, and the slick, wet sound of her fingering herself fills the room. Matching my pace to hers, I pretend it’s me inside her, even though I’m only feet away and could easily make it a reality.

“Walker,” she gasps out. “Oh, god. I’m coming.”

“Fuck yeah. Fill your greedy hole while I come all over your pretty tits.” I don’t have time to analyze why I’m a dirty talker all of a sudden. I’ve been known to make a comment here and there, but the words I just spewed have never been uttered by me before.

She cries out, her pinched eyes locked on mine as she comes, and it’s all the permission I need to do the same. With a punishing grip, I stroke once, twice, and by the third, I moan my release, ropes of cum splashing onto her stomach and breasts. Immediately I realize my mistake because, as barbaric as it sounds, my cum on her feels like I’ve marked her as mine.

“Stay here,” I order and climb off the bed. Fucking hell, what have I done? I wet a washcloth in the ensuite before returningto Skylar, who’s still stretched out on my bed, looking sated and sleepy. Meanwhile, I’m coiled tighter than I was before, wishing I hadn’t let myself go this far.

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