Page 96 of Beyond the Lines
Fucking it out so you forget about him?My mind taunts me through the waves of pleasure.That going to work?
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DECLAN
I burymy face between Lea’s thighs, flicking my tongue against her clit, ignoring the voice in my head asking if this will actually solve anything. The taste of her fills my senses, tangy and sweet. Her mouth’s grip on my cock tightens as she moans around me, the vibration sending shockwaves up my spine.
Fucking it out so you forget about her?The trecherous voice in my head continues.Good luck with that…
I double down on my efforts, sliding one finger inside her while my tongue circles her clit. Her hips buck against my face, and I use my free arm to hold her steady. The fact that I can make her lose control like this gives me a surge of satisfaction that’s almost as good as her mouth on my dick.
Almost.
Her technique is mind-blowing, mixing pace and intensity as she takes me deeper than I thought possible without gagging. I wonder briefly where she learned to do this, then immediately shut down that train of thought, because I don’t want to think about any other guy who’s been with her.
I don’t want to share.
She pulls off me with a wet pop, the sound just about the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Need me to slow down?”
“What? No—fuck—” I lose my train of thought as she takes me all the way to the base, her nose pressed against my skin. “Holy shit.”
I dive back between her legs with renewed enthusiasm, determined to match her efforts. Her thighs begin to tremble against my ears—a tell-tale sign she’s close. Good. I want her to come undone for me, to lose herself so completely she can’t pretend this doesn’t mean anything.
Because I know it does.
At least for me.
Her movements become more erratic as she approaches orgasm, her mouth slipping off my cock as her focus fractures. I don’t mind. Watching her lose control is its own kind of pleasure. I curl my finger inside her, finding that spot that makes her whimper, and increase the pressure of my tongue.
Her back arches off the bed, her body going rigid before dissolving into shuddering spasms around my finger. I keep up the pace—both finger and tongue—for a moment, making sure she explodes, then slowly shift down the gears, gentling my touch as the aftershocks fade.
Before I can catch my breath, she’s on me again, taking my cock deep into her mouth with renewed determination. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with her bobbing head. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and I’m teetering on the edge within seconds.
“Lea, I’m going to—” I gasp as she takes me deep again, then I push her head away. “Keep that up and I’m going to explode, and I still want to fuck it out…”
The impish grin she gives me as she wipes saliva from the corner of her mouth issofucking hot. “Well, I’m all yours…”
She lies on her back and opens up for me, and at that moment, it’s just about the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen. And what makes it hotter is that she chose this. She wants to be with me. Once or a million times, I’m not sure, but even the one time is making my heart sing.
It would have been all too easy to take her to bed last night, while she was drunk and upset, and scratching desperately to find anyone—anything—to cling onto. She was in my bed, asking me to sleep with her, but I’d listened to my conscience and restrained myself from doing so.
Now, in the cold light of day, I know this isherdecision.
She picked me, and this.
And that means she might choose me again.
She wants to fuck it out, I don’t, but ultimately it’ll be up to her if this is a one-time performance. She’s clearly got some issues to deal with, and I’m starting to wonder if her reaction to finding out about the hockey team and her hyper-sensitivity to art criticism was just masking a summer heartbreak that hasn’t yet healed.
But I still want her.
And want to help her heal.
As I take my clothes off and scramble for a condom in my bottom drawer, I steal a glance at her, and she looks both pensive and eager. I wonder, again, if she wasn’t expecting to feel something about someone so quickly after Chris, and if some of the emotional ups and downs have been her body’s response to that.
I slip the condom on and smile down at her. “Lea, are you sure about this?”
She nods. “I want you, Declan. One time.”
