Page 55 of Privileged (Adrenalin)

“Ally taught me happiness is more important than success.” His soft whisper reaches me in the dark. “I’m happy when I’m with you, so instead of freaking out over what people might say about me or my career when word gets out, I’m going to enjoy my time with you, no matter what the rumor mill serves up.”

That’s the closest he’s come to admitting he wants to see where this goes, and it gives me hope that we won’t have to deal with the secrecy much longer. There was a time when it made sense, but the more I’m with him, the more I want people toknowI’m with him. The more I want to claim him as mine. And once people know how I feel about him, I’m certain the issue of his employment will disappear. Until then, I’ll follow his lead and focus on the now, and right now there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than in his arms.

“I’m happy when I’m with you, too.” I tip his chin up so I can feel his lips on mine, intending to give him nothing more than a tender, reassuring kiss. But as always seems to happen with us, what starts as slow and gentle morphs into needy and desperate, our passion too overwhelming to ignore.

Maybe it’s because most of our moments feel stolen, or at the very least rushed, but either way, I feel compelled to devour the man in my bed. To claim him. To keep his lips pressed to mine even at the expense of the air we need to breathe. At least in this moment right here, where the outside world can’t touch us.

Moaning into his mouth, I try to talk without breaking contact. “Need you, Sloan.” I clasp the back of his head to angle it to my liking. “Need your tight little ass wrapped around my cock. Need to feel you writhing on top of me.”

Though Sloan isn’t small or weak, he shouldn’t be able to overpower me, so when he climbs on top of me and pins my hands above my head, my dick twitches with unbridled lust. If it weren’t trapped behind my boxers, I’m pretty sure it’d have already found his hole.

“You say the dirtiest things.” He rocks his body along mine, grinding our erections together.

“Should I stop?” I lift my hips to meet his thrust.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Dirty talk turns you on?” I swipe my tongue inside his mouth for a searing kiss before nipping at his bottom lip.

“Apparently.” He releases my wrist just long enough to tug the waistband of my boxers below my dick, freeing his own pretty cock at the same time. Then the pressure is back, and he ruts our naked shafts together.

“Do you know what turns me on?” I lick into his mouth again, pretending I’m at his mercy and chasing a kiss rather than taking it, which is pretty hot.

“Massages.”

I bark out a laugh, a first for me during sex, though not an unpleasant one. “True, I do seem to respond to your touch. But what I really like is those pretty green eyes of yours. They’re so honest and sincere. Even right now, when the room is so dark they almost look black, I can see their intensity. Feel their desire. Turn those green eyes my way and I’d do just about anything. Although this is compelling, too.” I thrust upward, rubbing my dick against his and swallowing down his answering moan.

“A hard dick is your kink? How… original.”

“Don’t forget pretty eyes.” I wink even though I’m not sure he can see it in the dark.

“So, if I want a blow job, I just have to bat my eyelashes?” I can just make out the whites of his eyes when he rolls them.

“If you wantanything, you just have to bat your eyelashes.” I play along. “But if you want a blow job, climb up a little higher and put your dick in my mouth.”

Sloan gasps and goes still for about half a second before awkwardly trying to scramble up my chest with his boxers halfway down his hips. There’s an exasperated huff as he releases my arms, flops down on my chest to wiggle out of his shorts, then hurriedly straddles me with his cock a mere inch from my lips.

I bite back another laugh and lick his crown, humming when the salty tang of his precum hits my tongue.

“Oh God,” he sighs as he scoots a little closer, just enough for me to get the head in my mouth, so I seal my lips around it and suck gently. “Oh that’s—” he rocks his hips tentatively back and forth “—that’s… wow.”

I continue to slurp his tip, occasionally lifting my head enough to take him nearly to the root before resuming my teasing. He’s so distracted he doesn’t notice me reaching for the lube, much less slicking my fingers, until they’re pressed against his hole.

“Jesus.” His hips buck forward, giving me an unexpected mouthful that I suck greedily, and when my finger breaches him and he punches forward again, I do my best to swallow around his length without gagging since he’s pretty hung for a lean guy.

“Even with your mouth full it’s still so dirty,” Sloan says with a sigh that quickly morphs to a whimper when I pull on his tip in short, powerful bursts. Once again, I chuckle, another first with a cock in my mouth, then take him as deep as I can while I tickle his prostate.

“Carter.” His chest heaves as he pants my name. “Oh, God. Carter.”

Sloan babbles and mewls as I work his length and his hole, which I’m pretty sure has me just as hot as it does him. It’s yet another first for me, not because I’ve ignored my partners’ needs in bed, but because I’ve never taken so much pleasure in giving it. Listening to Sloan go mad with desire is so sexy I’m half convinced I’ll finish right along with him, whether anything touches my dick or not. I’m half-tempted to conduct that experiment when he abruptly pulls back.

He braces a hand on my chest to hold himself upright. “No more. No more or I’ll come.”

“So come.”

“Not yet. Not until you’re inside me.”

Visions of filling him flash before my eyes, and I get a wicked idea. One I think he’ll appreciate since he likes my dirty mouth.

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