Page 79 of I Blame the Rival

If I didn’t hate this guy with every fibre of my being, I would feel bad for him.

Staring at the girl in front of me, I can’t think of a single place I would rather be then buried between her legs. I would give up sketching in a heartbeat if it meant getting a single taste of her sweetness.

I lean in and press a kiss against her cheek. Her breath hitches when I press another one lower, on the edge of her jaw, before moving down to the tender flesh of her neck.

“You could never be gross, Flower. And messy is just the reality of sex.”

Reaching the base of her throat, I flick out my tongue to taste the splatter of freckles decorating her skin. She lets out a whimper and I glance up at her.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

Lacey whips her head back and forth so fast it makes me laugh. Turning back to the precarious gift in front of me, I do what any excited kid before Christmas does.

Touch every inch of it before unwrapping.

Keeping my pace slow, I run my fingers down her ribcage, counting each one as I go. I drop my head and press a kiss right between her breasts, choosing to ignore the erect nipples pushing through the fabric. My fingers round the curve of her waist and dance back up her spine, memorizing every bump and dip of her vertebrae.

I want to strip her bare and study every inch of her body, but I don’t want to push her too far tonight. Especially now that she’s trying something new.

Carefully keeping her shirt in place, I gently push her back towards the bed. Lacey sits down clumsily, her eyes wide as she watches me sink to my knees and press a featherlight kiss to her stomach.

“Is this okay?” I whisper against her shirt, my hands already wrapped around the bare skin of her ankles.

“Y-Yes.”

She trembles against me, her restless fidgeting growing stronger the closer my face gets to her centre. Nipping her hip bone gently, I sneak past her pulsing core and kiss the outer part of her thigh instead. She hisses out a frustrated breath and I smile, working my way down to where my fingers are wrapped.

“I think you missed a spot.”

I glance up at the flushed cheeks and bright green eyes staring back at me.

The fantasy that wouldn’t stop haunting me the other day is nothing compared to reality. Having her tender skin under myfingertips is a thousand times better than anything my imagination could conjure.

And I’m going to make sure she knows it.

“I told you I didn’t like how fast the characters went.” Flicking my eyes to the covered pussy waiting for a taste, my dick starts to stiffen, “So, I’m going to show you what I would do. Is that okay?”

Lacey blinks, her eyes glassy, “That’s okay.”

I bend down and press a kiss against the inside of her ankle. The bone juts out against my lips, so to make sure I cover every inch, I flatten my tongue against it.

Lacey jerks against my hold, her breathing growing heavy as I lick the seam of her ankle all the way up to her calf. My hand on her other ankle follows a similar trail, making sure both sides get an equal amount of attention.

By the time I reach the uneven bump of her knees, Lacey is clenching the bedsheets and squeezing her thighs together. It’s adorable, seeing her fight for control, but the current position is blocking my trek upward.

Removing my tongue from her skin, I softly tap the back of her thigh, “Can you open for me?”

“Oh, sorry.” She blushes and spreads her legs. I resume my path, letting my tongue mark every freckle and dimple on the way.

“Don’t be sorry.” I murmur, relishing in the fresh taste of her skin, “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

I reach the edge of her shorts, the upper part of her thigh, and that’s when I almost break. A damp spot peeks through the light pink colour and I can see the outline of her panties pressing through the thin material.

My dick was hard before, but now it’s fucking painful.

Resisting the urge to hump her leg like a stray dog, I reach up and tug the end of her pyjama bottoms.

“I’m going to take these off now.”

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