Page 39 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

But I’d never let anyone go down on me. Not that any of the guys I’d made out with had offered or seemed particularly interested.

Oz was different in every way from those men.

He didn’t wait to see what I’d do. He just rolled with me until my back hit the mattress and loomed over me, his hair coming loose from his ponytail, his mouth so close to mine. He kissed me hard and deep, occupying my attention so completely that I almost didn’t feel him easing down the shorts. Almost didn’t notice when he found me bare beneath them and made that seductive little growl in his throat that signaled my virginity was swiftly coming to an end.

Hallelujah.

Coasting down my body, he made sure to pay attention to my breasts again, taking his time to cup and kiss and lick them. He watched me all the while. I wanted to shy away from his penetrating gaze, but I knew he’d never allow it. Those long-lashed brown eyes held me captive.

I stretched my arms over my head as he peeled the shorts down my legs, following the material with his mouth. He nicely bypassed my slit to roll his tongue high up my inner thigh, making it clear from his hum of approval that he could taste me there.

I was soaked for him. How could I not be? He was the embodiment of sin.

Another stretch of my arms made the cut on my arm throb. But it wasn’t the only part of me throbbing now as he pressed his palms to my inner thighs and pried them apart, opening me up for him.

He licked his lips like the dirty rockstar he was before he dove deep.

I arched, coming straight off the bed at the first swipe of his tongue. He didn’t ease me in, didn’t take his time as he had with my breasts. He devoured me without shame.

After the first couple of licks, he lifted his head to study me as I shifted and squirmed. So intense. Then he added a finger to the mix, and I couldn’t keep from crying out.

Instead of slowing down, he redoubled his efforts. One finger became two and he focused on my clit, sealing his lips to suck and tease. Inside me, his fingers didn’t stop. Sliding, twisting, filling me in a paltry way that just made me yearn that much more.

“I want your cock,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming hot when he turned his head to bite my thigh.

“And you’ll get it, but not before you drench my fingers.” He narrowed his eyes. “And my tongue.”

Oz slipped out his fingers and I squeezed around air, hating that empty feeling. I wanted him inside me with a fierceness that made me tremble. As if he understood, he licked his fingers, sliding his tongue up between them in a pantomime of what he’d done—what he would do again—to my pussy before bending his head to his work.

He pushed inside me again, this time widening me with three instead of two. The quick flash of pain soon turned into a deep, churning ache, way down low. His thumb brushed my clit as he licked me again and again, backing off every time I was on the verge of coming.

I clutched the sheets and swore at him, and he chuckled darkly without giving me a respite. He liked my torment. Loved looking up to pin me with his volcanic eyes while I thrashed and moaned and wished like hell he’d saved his sadistic streak for another day.

Yet I was secretly glad he hadn’t.

The sounds my body was making for him would’ve been embarrassing if I had rational thought left. I didn’t. I was just a feeling creature, wild and crazed.

I reared up from the bed, grasping his hair in my hands, finally pulling it all the way free from its tail. Holding him against me as his mouth and fingers drew out my orgasm, and then made it last so long that I slumped on my side and weakly kicked at him after it was over.

He just opened up my legs again and started anew. Growling as he lapped at what I’d given him and demanded more.

My body was his to command. And God, did he.

When I could stand no more, I nudged at his shoulder. He finally gave way, yanking off his T-shirt and then moving up the bed to lay down and pull me on top of him. He hadn’t given me time to properly appreciate his chest, but God, there was so much of him to learn.

So many intriguing reactions I wanted to draw from him.

My hair fell down around us, a curtain that seemed to close the waning sun in around our faces. His expression was lighter now, his mouth soft and used and tasting of me as I kissed him. Lightly at first, sliding deeper as I fisted my hands in his long, thick dark hair, spread out on the pillows beneath us. My breasts pressed to his bare chest, and the sensation of skin on skin overwhelmed my senses.

Finally, it was really happening.

He groaned into my mouth, nipping at my tongue. Distracting me again while his calloused hands grasped my ass. His fingers delved between my cheeks and slid downward, proving how ready I was for him.

For us, and what this could be.

I rocked over the steely length in his jeans, and he cupped the base of my head, turning me so he could devour my mouth the same way he’d done with my pussy. I reached between us to fumble with the button and zipper keeping him from me, soon finding that he didn’t have on underwear either.

“We don’t have to do this.”

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