Page 30 of Blitz'd

Zander glances up at me, and I see it on his face again—the nerves, the anxiety. And beneath that, how fucking turned on andbravehe is for being here and leaving himself open to someone who he’s spent his entire college career hating.

Hm. He’s kind of beautiful.

I’d had plans. I wanted to slick my fingers and prep him just enough that he wouldn’t screamabusethe next day, then I wanted to fuck him all night long until he couldn’t walk when I kicked him out.

Plans.

Plans…

Plans, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to keep them, because when I pull the towel from his hips and he catches my wrists, glancing down the length of his nude body to his fingers that slightly tremble, I realize I’m not going to make this rough and fast.

“Don’t worry, Braithe. I plan on making you come so hard you’re shouting my name every time you have an orgasm for the rest of your life.”

Zander snorts at how cocky I sound, but he releases my wrists and shifts himself on the bed so he’s lying against my pillows and I can crawl after him. I settle between his legs again, and he braces himself like I’m going to shove my dick right in with no warning.

It actually makes me roll my eyes before I pull the towel away and toss it to the side.

He’s nude while I’m still here in my jeans, and I have to admit there’s something about the imbalance that sizzles through me. I like the feel of having him at my mercy… and I like it even more that a low whimper spills from his chest when I drop my hand and skate my fingers teasingly down the swell of his thigh before hooking the digits behind his knee. When I pull his leg up and press it to the side, he lets out another low sound.

He’s just full of them, isn’t he? A fucking symphony of whimpers and moans playing a song just for me.

Myfavoritesong.

Fuck, I’m not even sure I liked music before this.

A shocked sound spills from his lips when I drop to my stomach on the bed between his hips, but it breaks off into a mixture of a shout and a moan when I set my teeth into his inner thigh and bite down hard enough that Iknowthere’s going to be a bruise the next day.

The thought makes me smirk—is he going to try to hide it? Skip out on showers around his team, hope no one asks what’s going on? Or maybe he’ll make up some kind of lie about the wild night he had with a hot chick he picked up at the club.

The thought drives me just a little wild, and I drift my lips across his skin and bite him again.

“What thefuuummf.” The curse catches in his chest when I raise my hand and gently roll his balls in my palm. His back arches, and it gives me space to shoulder in further, so I can skim my nose along his ass and take the meat of it between my teeth. This time I suck hard, and it draws another little noise from his throat.

When I pull back to see the bruise already forming on his skin, satisfaction roars through me like a monster. Iwantthis. I want him so marked up that he won’t be able to look at himself in the mirror without knowing I was here.

This is… different. I don’t fuck withintentions.

“K-Kerian?” Zander’s voice comes out in a soft question, and I realize I’ve stopped moving. He’s glancing down his body, and I can see it in his eyes again—desperation, burning white hot, but beneath it a gentle brush of anxiety. Unsureness. Nerves.

“Is something…” He trails off when I suddenly push both his thighs back and spread him wide. He’s all warm and smells like my soap—and he tastes clean when I swipe my tongue against his hole. “Oh,fuck.”

I’ve barely touched him and his thighs are trembling beneath my hands. When my eyes roll up to glance at him as I flatten my tongue and drag it in slow circles around his rim, all I see in his gaze is a cloud of lust, blown out pupils. Want. Desire. Need.

All his attention on me.

Better.

More than better, it’s everything.

My dick is painfully hard in my jeans, but I ignore the sensation and focus on the feast in front of me… because if I’m honest, that’s exactly what Zander Braithe is. I’ve never cared enough to pay attention before. I always make sure my partner orgasms, because I’m not going to let it be said I’m a bad lay, but I’ve never taken the time to truly take someone apart.

I don’t just want to take Zander apart—for some reason, I want to touch every little piece of him to see how it feels.

My hands are greedy when they wrap around his hips, dragging him closer to me while I use my upper-body strength to lift him so I have full access. I’m not neat about it. I’mravenouswhen I lick into him, and the low catch of pleasure that hums through his chest is like a drug I know I could get addicted to.

I circle around his rim again and he starts babbling, incoherent and interspersed with little moans.

“Look, Slade, I, mffuck. I’m not—” He gasps when I stiffen my tongue and dip it into the tightness of his entrance, just the slightest bit of a nudge, but enough to bring his back off the bed. “I don’t want… I’m… oh, god, how the fuck are youdoingthat?” he whines in near protest, actually shoving his forearms beneath him so he can glare down at me.

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