Page 27 of Detention with Daddies

A small mewling noise escapes me. “I—I don’t know.”

I’ve never had someone concentrate on me this way. Especially not over my clothes.

He rumbles against me, dipping to kiss my neck, nip at me gently. “Can I taste you? Make you come with my mouth?”

His fingers dip again, pressing my shorts into me a little.

I choke on a moan. “Yes.”

Nick hums against my skin before his touch slips away. His body lowers down mine, mouth grazing my breast, pulling on a nipple through my shirt, kissing my belly, and then his hands tug down my sleep shorts.

I lift my shoulders to watch him, and those dark blue eyes meet mine before his mouth descends on my pussy.

Eyes closing as he hums again, like he’s gotten a treat, Nick slides his tongue through my folds and seals his mouth over my clit.

I gasp out a moan.

His rough palms smooth over my inner thighs, spreading me wider to delve that wicked tongue into me.

“Oh God.”

Swirling. Licking. Thrusting. Sucking. Every move hurdles me closer to my orgasm.

When he lifts my ass to tilt my core up like he’s sipping from a bowl, my muscles shake. My fist is in my mouth to stifle the noises I can’t seem to tamp down.

Head flinging back, I freeze under him, shattering so completely that I’m unable to breathe as he laps up every drop of my pleasure. I have to push him away to get him to stop.

His eyes blaze at me, smile sinful. “I can give you another.”

Nick plants a kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jerk. “And another.”

Another kiss sinks my hands into his soft hair and pull him halfway up me. “Not tonight.”

Thenot yetleft unsaid.

I nip at his lower lip, swollen from eating me out.

“Besides, it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to. I’m not expecting?—”

I silence him with a kiss, reaching between us to feel his hard-on over his sweats. He throbs in my hand.

“But I want to.”

After a second of hesitation, he lets me shift him onto his back, suck him into my mouth, down my throat, and make him come.

WAYLEN

I made my way to my university office in a daze this morning, consumed with the thoughts that have been plaguing me all weekend.

And now, I’m brooding behind my desk, unable to do my work. Unable to do anything but think of how Olivia’s body felt against me on Thursday. I can’t seem to keep my thoughts from delving into the obscene.

Again.

How many ways have I imagined how her body would smash against mine with me over her, between her thighs, pumping into her.

I shake myself from the thought for the umpteenth time.

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