Page 58 of Win You Over
“No, baby. We’re so much more.”
My teeth find the soft skin at the start of his shoulder and I sink them in. His body tenses and he shivers as I leave my mark on him.
“We did a terrible job of faking this,” he muses as one hand finds my hair and he tugs, forcing me to release my grip on his shoulder and look into his whiskey eyes.
“I don’t care.” I lick my lips, watching his pupils dilate. “I only care that you’re mine.”
Holden pulls my hair harder, pain shooting through me in bolts of pleasure that turn my dick to granite.
“Even when we leave here?”
Can I have this with him, back in the real world? Regardless of what Finn or my friends think? Regardless of my fears of commitment. Can I?
I nod, because fuck the rest of the world.
Like he’s reading my mind, Holden says, “I don’t care about your money, Remi.”
“It’s my pretty face you care about, isn’t it?” I joke.
“Obviously,” Holden muses, rolling his eyes moments before he smashes our lips together. His lips and tongue and teeth clashing with mine as he pours all of his feelings into me. His kiss consumes me and with every stroke of his tongue against mine, something deep in me uncoils. That niggling thought that I’d never find someone who wanted me outside of the Langford name, dissipates. Smoke fading into the night air.
My hands move over his sides, dipping below the waistband of his shorts, and when I slip one hand between his crack and tap a finger at his hole, he groans, deep and needy. His hips move as he shamelessly ruts his cock against my stomach. His breathing grows rapid, and his grip on my hair tightens.
“You can’t come, baby. Not yet,” I order and he whines, pulling his head back, his lips wet and kiss swollen.
Pressing my finger to his entrance, I watch his face, taking in every minute movement. From the widening of his eyes to the way he bites his bottom lip. Noting how he’s slowly grinding his body onto my probing digit.
“Let me show you how good I can make you feel?” I ask, and he’s nodding and kissing me again, hungrily.
“Shower first,” I suggest, reluctantly separating our bodies. We’re both still sandy from our day out, and I want him to be comfortable for what comes next.
Holden bolts eagerly off my lap, stripping himself down completely naked.
Fuck. The sight in front of me is straight from my fantasies.
His ass is firm and plump, and he has two sexy as fuck dimples above his round globes. I want to lose myself in him and never be found.
We take the fastest shower possible. Hands and mouths exploring as we wash the day from our bodies. Then we stumble, lips connected, dripping wet, out of the bathroom. I have a moment of forethought to grab a tube of lube from the desk as we pass, before Holden is pushing me onto the bed, splaying his wet naked body over mine. Our hard cocks brush as we kiss until there’s no air left and we’re forced to pull apart.
With a hand to his chest, I press Holden backwards until he’s on his knees next to me, then I move up the bed and rest my head on a pillow.
“Sit on my face, baby,” I command, tapping the space next to my head.
He freezes, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide.
“What?”
“I said, sit on my face. Bring that sexy ass here.” I sit up and with an arm around Holden’s waist, I haul him until his back hits my chest. “I’m going to lie down, and you’re going to put a leg on each side of my face and sit. Easy.”
He swallows thickly, and I watch his cock twitch where it’s resting hard against his stomach.
“Okay. Yes. Okay,” he mumbles.
“We don’t have to,” I say, suddenly realising I may be suggesting more than he’s ready for.
“No!” Holden shakes his head. “I want to. I’ve just never...” His head dips and he scrunches his eyes closed.
“You’ve never had someone eat your ass?” With the hand not wrapped around his stomach, I slide a finger down his spine, into the gap between his cheeks, then over his entrance.
