Page 49 of That's Too Pucking Bad

I grin, nudging him. “Congrats.”

He gives me a look, dark and knowing. “Do I get a congratulatory gift for making the winning shot? I worked so fucking hard to win that game, you know.”

I swallow as he traces my bottom lip with his thumb, pressing it down just enough to make me part my lips.

“I want to fuck you right here,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my tongue, making my pulse jump.

A familiar zing of heat spreads between my thighs. My voice comes out breathy, uncertain. “I… uh, you want this?” I suck his finger into my mouth and rub it with my tongue. “As your reward?”

His eyes darken.

“But I might not be, you know… good at it.”

He chuckles softly, his gaze intense. “Baby, my dick in your mouth is going to be so fucking good.”

I nod, my fingers trembling as I reach for the button on his jeans, my heart racing as I fumble with it. His gaze never leaves me, watching as I finally manage to undo it, lowering his zipper. His boxers are black, hugging his body in a way that makes it impossible to look away.

He pulls his jersey off the rest of the way, and I’m once again struck by just how gorgeous he is, every muscle defined, his hard length right there for me.

He’s watching me, this hunger in his eyes that makes everything else fall away. I’m sitting here, barely able to breathe, feeling the weight of him, his presence filling up every inch of the room. My fingers are still at his waistband, hesitant, and he catches my hand, bringing it up to his lips.

“Have you never done any of this?” he asks, his voice a low murmur against my knuckles. “We don’t have to rush. But, damn, I don’t want to stop.”

I manage a head shake. “I haven’t, but I don’t want to stop either.”

His fingers tilt my chin up so I’m looking right at him. “I want you so fucking bad. I’ll fuck you raw another night. For now, I want to see what that mouth can do to please me. A gift from you to me because I’m being so fucking gentle and patient.”

I’m speechless, caught in his gaze. He’s still holding my hand, his thumb brushing over my wrist in slow circles that are somehow calming and electrifying all at once. I lean forward, my mouth finding his, and he responds instantly, pulling me in closer, his hands roaming up my back, tangling in my hair.

“You’re driving me insane, Remy,” he whispers against my lips. “I swear, every time I see you, it’s like… nothing else matters.”

I swallow, my heart pounding. “You know…Colin asked me tonight if we could, you know, take things to the next level.”

His jaw tightens for a second, but he relaxes, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “And what did you say?”

“I didn’t–” I murmur, looking away. “I… I couldn’t.”

He breathes out, almost like he’s relieved. “Good.”

There’s something about the way he says it, like it matters to him. And maybe it does. I meet his gaze again, and he leans in, his forehead resting against mine.

“You’re sure this is what you want?” he asks softly.

“Yes,” I breathe out, barely a whisper, and that’s all he needs.

His lips are on mine again, intense, like he’s pouring everything into it, like he’s making up for all the time we missed. My hands move up to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under my fingers as he guides me down onto the bed.

It’s overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, filling me up, making me forget about anything that came before. Right now, it’s just us. Just this.

Zane lies down beside me, his eyes dark and intense. “Do you want me to show you what I like?” He raises an eyebrow, a hint of mischief dancing in his gaze.

I nod, biting my lip, anticipation flooding my veins. “Okay,” I whisper, barely able to contain myself.

He pushes his boxers down, and I stutter my breath. Damn, he’s bigger than I imagined. Thick and hard, veins throbbing at the top, leaking a bit of precum. He swipes his finger through it and brings it to my mouth. “Lick it.”

I do, tasting the salty tang mixed with something sweet. It makes me want more. “Ready?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.

I nod again, my throat tight with excitement. He takes my hand and wraps it around his cock.

---