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“Yeah, not surprising.” I’m still so fucking mad about the whole thing, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. Right now? I’m pretty sure I want to make Darcy forget about his jaw pain, or at least try to. “Lie back.” He raises an eyebrow at me, but does what I said. “Actually, wait. Take your hoodie off first.”

With a chuckle, he sits up, whipping the sweater over his head and tossing it to the side before he rests back against my pillows.

He looks like a fucking dream, all lean muscles and long limbs. He’s fucking perfection. He lets out a startled sound, his hand coming up to grip my hair when I settle over him and lick a stripe up the side of his throat. He tastes a little salty, like clean sweat, and it makes my eyes roll back.

Closing my lips over his fluttering pulse, I suck lightly. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough that it has him flexing his fingers in my hair and arching up.

I’m going to make it my personal mission to drive this man absolutely fucking crazy.

Chapter 18

Darcy

Did I expect the conversation to shift to blowjobs? Can’t say I did. Should I have? Maybe. West has surprised me at every turn.

The feel of his lips ghosting over my collarbone is doing an insanely good job of distracting me from the throbbing in my jaw. It’s not as bad as last night, but it’s not great by any means.

His teeth graze my nipple and I gasp, my cock thickening. He lets out a little moan, laving his tongue over it like he’s trying to collect my taste anywhere he can get it.

I’m on board. So on board.

He makes a leisurely path down my body. Each new spot he finds has my cock throbbing more and my jaw less. I’m not sure why I’m so shocked that he’s so down about being with me. He has never acted like he wasn’t, but I am and—oh God. He places wet kisses along myhip bones, making me thrust up, my entire body going offline as white noise takes over my thoughts. There’s just him and me and the warmth of his mouth and the way he’s digging his fingertips into my sides.

“West,” I gasp, a shiver working its way through my body.

He hums, pushing my leg back a little and burying his face in my groin, rubbing his cheek against my aching dick over my briefs. Before I can even beg him to take them off, he’s sitting up and working them slowly down my body. His fingers trace each inch of my thigh as his mouth works down the other side. My chest is heaving with each gasping breath I’m trying and failing to pull in, and I’m pretty sure I might actually die if he doesn’t get his mouth on my cock.

I’m trying very hard to remind myself that he’s never done this before, but when his soft lips touch the head of my cock, my hips buck up and a ragged moan tears from my throat. The pain in my jaw is all but forgotten. I do, however, manage to calm the heck down and make my hips stay still while he explores.

I glance down at him and groan when I catch his eyes. His pupils are blown, his cheeks flushed. He looks incredible.

“Tell me what to do,” he croaks in a raspy whisper that has my entire body shuddering.

I’m not sure I can even come up with a coherent sentence, so I grab his hair, flexing my fingers in his thick locks before letting go while I try to get it together. “Whatever feels good to you. You can’t mess it up.”

He grins. “Well, my goal is to make you cuss again, Darcy. So I don’t want tonot mess it up. I want to blow your mind.” With each word, his breath gusts over the head of my leaking cock.

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to figure out how to play cruise director while my brain is mush. “Lick it.”

He hums, dipping his head and licking a wet path from the base to the tip. Holy crap. Okay. Jesus. It’s a blowjob, Darcy. Stay calm. You can do this. “Again,” I moan, my voice already wrecked. Maybe not, then.

He does, leaning forward again and dragging his tongue slowly up my cock. When he gets to the head, he pauses, holding his tongue in place, staring up at me with open lust in his expression and my cock head sitting on his tongue.

The way he may actually get me cussing way sooner than he’s betting on.

He doesn’t move. He just keeps looking up at me. Like he’s waiting for me to make the next move. The urge to thrust against his tongue is sharp. Almost unbearable. I want to. Ineedto. But I don’t. Somehow I find the power to resist.

He moves his tongue, brushing it back and forth over the head of my cock and my hips twitch, a moan vibrating through my chest. Ugh. Ridiculous straight boy, making me lose my freaking mind already.

He pulls his tongue away and my hips are trembling with the effort to stay still. “Now what?” he rasps, not once taking his eyes off my face.

He’s trying to kill me. That’s the only explanation. I can’t even speak. His tongue comes back out, swiping back and forth and then up and down, making me mindless.

“West,” I manage to croak out.

“I’m not moving on until you tell me what to do.”

I whine. Truly, actually whine. “Fuck.”

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