Page 54 of Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me 2)

“Shit, Theo.” She pushes me away from her, and I sit back on my haunches, my brows pinched in confusion as she stands up from the mattress.

Fuck, is she leaving? I reach for her, my heart pounding in my chest and regret washing over me. Did I push her too far? Did I not make her feel good?

“Blake…”

She points to the bed. “Lay on your back.”

I shake my head. “What?”

“Just do it,” she orders.

“So, we’re good?” I ask.

“Of course, we’re good. I just want to try it in a different position. Now, will you stop talking, Mr. Chatty Cathy so I can orgasm, or what?”

Shit, she’s hot when she’s bossy.

I laugh dryly but do as I’m told, the knot in my stomach slowly releasing. I didn’t screw this up. I didn’t scare her off.

With my back against the mattress, I tuck my hands behind my head and wait, my gaze flaring with interest as her lips pull into a Cheshire grin.

Apparently, someone likes what she sees.

Wearing her confidence like the damn badass she is, she slips off her underwear, climbs back onto the bed, and straddles my face, her toned thighs framing both sides of my head. Then, she freezes, keeping herself propped up a few inches above me. Like she’s not quite sure how she got into this position and is starting to second-guess herself.

Be confident, Blake, I silently urge. But she doesn’t move.

“Hands on the headboard,” I order.

She grips the edge for balance but snaps, “I’m sorry, who’s in charge, here?”

I nip at the inside of her thigh, and she yelps softly as I grip her ass and pull her down. Not against my mouth like I want. But close enough I know she can feel my breath against her core, using it as a reminder for how good I can make her feel if she gives me the chance. She smells fucking amazing, and I want her on my mouth. But she needs this. The control.

Her dark red hair is a mess around her shoulders as she looks down at me, still unmoving.

It only turns me on more.

Don’t be scared, Blake. I want to say the words aloud, but I won’t. Because they aren’t what she needs to hear. What she needs is normalcy. Someone to push her, not to coddle her. And I damn well won’t be the latter.

Licking my lips, the taste of her making my mouth water, I tease, “Any day now, Blakely,” hoping it’ll be enough to spur her on.

“Shut up and lick me.” She lowers herself onto my face, and I laugh against her center, gliding my hands up to her slender waist. If this wasn’t her first time, I’d take her control, if only to mess with her, but tonight’s different. It’s about Blake. About making this moment whatever she wants it to be. Besides, it’s one of things I love about her. Her bossy-ass personality. The way she isn’t afraid to speak up and tell you what she wants. The way she doesn’t take anyone’s shit, including my own.

“Yes,” she breathes out as I use the tip of my tongue to circle her clit from this angle. One of her hands moves back to my scalp while the other rests behind her on my chest, balancing against me. My mouth waters, and my cock fucking throbs as another gasp slips out of her.

“Shit, that feels good, Theo. Keep doing that.”

I flick my tongue against her clit.

“Yes. That. Oh, fuck. I’m close.”

Her little whimpers spur me on, and my grip tightens around her waist. I tug her closer, kissing oxygen goodbye as I nibble her clit. She comes against my mouth and arches her back, her hair hanging down and around her shoulders as my name rolls off her tongue on a moan.

I drink it up. Her taste. This moment. The feel of her on top of me. The sounds she makes. The way her breath is unsteady and her skin is damp. I soak it up like a dry sponge, knowing it’ll be the only time I'll see her like this. Feel her like this.

When she’s finished, she scoots down my body and fumbles with my jeans until my cock springs free. My brain is still caught up on the taste of her, and it takes me a second to catch up to the present. When I do, I lift my head and look down at those bright green eyes peeking up at me, her mouth tilted up in a coy smile. The same coy fucking smile that’s been haunting me for years. My dick twitches in her hand, and without hesitation, she fucking licks the tip of it, her tongue teasing the top as she deep throats me like a champ.

And suddenly, I’m jealous. Of the guys she must’ve practiced with. Because there’s no way this is her first time. She’s greedy. And deliberate. And fuck, I’m so deep.

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