Page 78 of Romance Languages

“Relax,” he whispered.

He moved down my chest and gave my nipples a pinch, turning them into spears. He took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the most sensitive part. A hungry gasp escaped out of me. I should have been touching him back, but my arms were immobile, turned to jelly.

He shifted to the other nipple, his tongue doing wonders. I moaned at the pleasure coursing through me.

Seamus nuzzled between my pecs, or what counted as my pecs, and buried his face in my chest hair, his stubbly beard making me shiver. He grunted his approval.

“You’re warm,” he said. “I can feel your heart racing.”

Seamus drifted down to my belly, kissing down my furry trail, his hands fluttering at my sides. I didn’t have a happy trail, but he had no trouble finding the way. He moved up and ran his hands over my back, sending rows of goosebumps in their wake.

There was that alarm button in my head—bright red, waiting to be pushed, waiting for Seamus to bail. I couldn’t tell if he was just being a good friend, but judging by the way he hungrily grabbed at me, I chose to believe he was a happy customer.

“You’re so sexy,” he whisper-moaned as his lips dragged down my chest. I fought back a lump in my throat that was close to turning into tears. I never thought anyone would call me sexy. When society kept saying you were fat and ugly, at some point, you had no choice but to give up and believe them.

He went lower, kissing down past my belly button until he took my dick in his mouth.

“God, yes,” I cried out. I would never not melt at his mouth enveloping me. It was even hotter not being able to see, not knowing what he would do next. I ran my hands through his soft hair.

He took me to the base, licked my head, and cupped my balls, hitting every pleasure center I had. I reached out for the wall to get my balance. I wished I could see him, wished for a glimmer of those blazing blue eyes staring up at me.

“Feels so good. I want you so bad. I’m yours.” In the black void, I lost my nerve. Darkness emboldened me.

“Baby.” Seamus groaned against my cock.

“I want you, Seamus. I want you.”

“Get on the bed,” he commanded, his voice low and thick.

A few steps backward, and I lay flat on my comforter. I could make out the slightest shape of his body hovering over me. I decided that Seamus was drinking me in, hungry for the rest of me. Not because he was a chubby-chaser or a dutiful friend. Because he wanted me. I let myself believe that and was rewarded with a flood of fresh confidence.

I…was sexy.

He lifted my legs up. I held onto them and jutted my hips forward to give him a better angle. Was my ass in the fucking open, welcoming visitors like it was a SuperTarget?

His warm tongue circled my entrance, making me shudder and clench at the new sensation.

“Yes. Yes, this is fucking amazing,” I yelled. Fuck if my neighbors heard. If they’d ever been rimmed, they would understand. “Don’t stop. Eat that fucking hole. Fucking take it.”

Who was this person dirty talking like this? It couldn’t be Julian Bradford.

I was unleashed. Was this what it was like to feel sexy and confident? To know that you were wanted? To know that you were someone beinglustedover? Greetings from the top of the fucking world.

“Give it to me. Fuck, just like that.” I pushed his head farther into my hole.

Seamus moaned against my opening, currents upon currents of heat surging through me.

“Play with my hole. Finger me,” I said, a general ordering his troops. To repeat, Ineverspoke like this. My God, I didn’t even say please! Yet the more I said, the less self-conscious I felt, and the more Seamus went to town on my ass.

He slid a finger inside me, filling me up.

“More,” I said, back arching off the bed.

Two fingers.

“Baby, you are so goddamn tight. I’m gonna stretch you out with my cock.”

“Yeah, you fucking are.”

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