Page 128 of He Should Be Mine
Our gazes lock, and time holds her breath.
“Come to my room,” Dario says softly. “It will be easier to hide the evidence.”
And I can quickly hurry back here if Rick turns up. It’s clever. I’m glad one of us has some brain cells left.
I paint a smile on my face. “Leave you with the wet spot? Sounds perfect.”
He gives me a wry chuckle. Both of us are trying to make light of this situation that neither of us wants to be in. I want to be his. He wants to be mine. This sneaking around with death hanging over our heads, is a poor substitute. But it is a million times better than nothing.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Give me two ticks to shower and grab some supplies and I’ll be right with you, Duckling.”
His eyes heat. “Don’t open yourself up.”
I stare at him.
“I want to do it,” he rumbles. “With my tongue.”
I stumble. My head spins fast enough to make me lose my balance.
“Okay,” I whisper meekly.
Dario grins and I have to look away before I fall flat on my face. I turn and hurry to my shower. Lord help me, I’m already hard.
Thirteen minutes later, I’m stepping through the hole into Dario’s room with a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms in my hand.
Dario’s room is meticulous. The bed is made up with military precision. The rest of the room is bare, empty. It still looks like a guest room, even though he has lived here for the last half a year.
Why am I not surprised?
Dario steps up close to me. He takes the condoms and lube from my lax fingers. His gaze rakes over the short and skimpy blue silk slip I’ve put on, and goosebumps erupt all over my flesh. Yep. I knew he liked me in blue. This was definitely the right choice.
He places the supplies on the nightstand and returns to stand up close to me. His hands cup my face. He leans in and his lips brush softly over mine. A whispering, ghost of a touch. Barely there. But I feel it everywhere. I whimper. My entire body melts. It’s been less than five minutes and I’m already entirely his. Full surrender.
“Such a good boy,” he growls.
Oh fuck. Is he trying to kill me?
His scalding fingers brush over the silk of my slip, sliding it over my aching cock.
“Already hard for me,” he rumbles. Pleased. Proud.
I whimper again, and my knees threaten to give out. My eyes have already fluttered closed. I swear if he says one more sexy thing to me, I’m going to cum right now.
His hand wraps around my bicep. He guides me to his bed. I remain as pliant as a doll as he maneuvers me into position.
I end up kneeling on the very edge of the bed, with my head and shoulders pressed against the mattress, ass in the air, all exposed for him. The silk slip has slid down my body and is pooling by my chin. I may as well be naked.
He pulls up a chair and sits right behind me. My body shudders. Oh fuck, why is that so hot? Dimly, I’m aware he is using a chair because of his knee. But the mental image of him sitting behind me, fully dressed in his nice suit, with his face level with my exposed hole, is frigging hotter than the surface of the sun.
His hands rest on my thighs. The sensation makes me moan and makes my cock leak. Oh lord. This is it. This is how I die. Here lies Molly. Expired from too much sexiness.
Dario leans forward. His breath tickles all the sensitive skin of my rim and crack. Pleasure surges through me. He hasn’t even begun yet and I am already completely destroyed.
An utterly inhuman noise fills the room as Dario’s soft, wet tongue laps gently on my hole. Oh. My. God. I didn’t even know I could make sounds like that. I didn’t know that any humans could.
He laps again, and my brain disintegrates. There are no more thoughts. There is only sensation and an all-consuming pleasure.
His tongue swirls around the puckered skin of my rim. Around and around. Everything is so very sensitive there. I can feel him so intensely.
