Page 41 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

Finn opens his mouth, but before he can ask anything else, his friend Ryder drifts back to introduce himself. He clinks his cup against mine and asks about my plans for the resort. I’ve got a rehearsed answer for this question, although I don’t have to give it since Finn jumps in to say there’s no work talk on the bike. I tip my chin up in thanks, and the three of us spend the rest of our laps debating whether skiing or snowboarding is the better sport.

All in all, it’s… fun.

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Sloan makes his way into the bedroom just as I’m getting out of the shower. “Finn and Ally think you’re watching Blake’s place?” I hate the ruse, but it makes more sense than leaving the race together.

“They do.” His eyes drift down my torso, coming to rest on the towel hanging precariously on my hips.

“I have you all night then, Deadpool?” Actually, in my bedroom the red bodysuit screamssexy devil, but I keep that to myself.

“If you want.” He sucks in a breath and holds it.

“I want.” I step to him and spin him around so I can pull down the zipper on his back. “Been thinking about this all day,” I growl against his neck.

He tilts his head to give me better access. “Been waiting for this all day.”

I push the top off his shoulders, kissing along them as I go. “Been thinking about something else all day long, too.”

“What’s that?” His breathless voice makes my cock swell.

“Wet Pussy.” I nibble at his neck as the bodysuit falls to the floor. “Well, the equivalent. And Leg Spreaders. I’m dying to know the explanation.”

“Cade didn’t tell you what that was about?” He lifts his shoulders when I hit a ticklish spot.

“Obviously they’re shots, but I have a feeling there’s more to it.”

“The guys play a game to see who can string together the most dirty shot names in a way that makes a sentence.” He reaches his arms around my neck to play with my hair as my hands roam over his torso.

“So, there’s lots of dirty shot names then? Any that involve nipples?” I give his a firm pinch.

He gasps, arching his pecs into my palms. “Angel’s Tit, or Slippery Nipple.”

“Mmm.” I let my hands drift lower. “And this?” My finger ghosts over his rigid shaft.

He lifts his hips to meet my touch, thrusting slowly to force the digit to glide over his skin, chasing his pleasure. “Magic Boner Iced Tea. Or maybe it’s lemonade. There’s also Dick Sucker. I can’t think straight.”

“Either way, I know what I want.” I carry him to the bed, laying him out with his knees parted. Using my hands to keep him spread wide, I admire the hard length standing proud between his legs. It’s a soft peach color except at the crown, which is a dusty pink, though I’m hoping it will be red and throbbing by the time I’m done.

I start slow, swiping the tip of my tongue gently along the underside of his length and around the head. Sloan bucks violently when I make contact, which only fuels my desire to play with him more. With light strokes I swipe my tongue over his slit, barely making contact, but that slight friction has him moaning my name while his hands clutch the sheets.

Tiny beads of precum seep from his hole, and I greedily lap them up while still scarcely touching him. It’s a cruel tease, but it’s all he’s getting since I intend to take my time.

Sloan’s head rocks from side to side on the pillow, frustrated, though it’s not until he starts panting that I give him more pressure, swirling my tongue around his crown in rhythm with his pumping hips. His thighs tense under my hands, readying to thrust himself inside my mouth, but I press down firmly and command him to stay still.

“More,” he gasps for air. “I need more.”

“You’ll get it.” I wrap a loose fist over his shaft and give him a leisurely stroke “But there’s no need to rush right now, so I’m going to take my time.” I give him a slow lick, and he cries out in response, so I show him a little mercy by taking him to the backof my throat.

Sloan’s hips punch forward as a near feral groan rumbles up his throat. “I’m gonna come. I want you inside me when I do.” He threads his fingers in my hair and gives it a firm tug, lifting my head. “Give me your cock.”

“Plenty of time for that, too. Let me have my fun.” I bury my head again, soaking up every whimper, every moan, every gasp, as I tease his dick.

Though it makes me impossibly hard, I can’t get enough of his musky taste. Drifting lower, I kiss, lick and even suck his heavy balls, swirling my tongue around them with a contented hum that has him panting with need as he tries to hump the air, though under my firm grip he can barely move his hips. I take mercy on him and relax my hands as I lick up his shaft, closing my mouth around his length, and suck.Hard.

Sloan responds immediately, lurching his hips off the bed as his thighs bear down around my head. I wrap my arms under his legs and use my hands to try to steady his hips, but he’s too far gone to take the hint, fucking up into my face like he’ll combust if I don’t let him tip over the edge.Beautiful.

It doesn’t take long. He hits the back of my throat once, twice before his legs go rigid, and his dick spasms inside my mouth. It makes me so hot I have to pinch the base of my own to keep from coming myself as I swallow every last drop, then I literally have to pry his legs open to move my head.

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