Page 22 of Bad Men

“You’re perfect, has anyone ever told you that?” I asked instead, following the path of her legs to her belly. “How has no one claimed you yet?”

The muscles I’d been watching flexed with her chuckle. “Maybe because I’m not a piece of land, but also because...” she shifted slightly, lip caught between her teeth, “I only ever had my sights set on two men and was never interested in anyone else.”

I momentarily bypassed her breasts and peered up at her face. “Why? You could have anyone.”

Her nose bunched up and she shook her head. “I didn’t want anyone, and I don’t know why.” Her smile slipped. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

Maybe there was. There had to be. She was too perfect, too fucking … right. I didn’t believe in fate. I didn’t believe in coincidences. I didn’t trust things that were too good to be true. Mia was no exception. Something had to be wrong with her, something that was bound to destroy me and Nero. But if there was, I couldn’t see it. Not yet.

“There’s something wrong with all of us,” I murmured, quoting my father.

Mia’s chin tilted to one side, her expression quizzical laced with concern. “You okay?”

I forced a grin. “I have a beautiful, naked woman in front of me. Hard not to be.”

The squinty face she gave me indicated she didn’t believe my lie, but she let it slide with a shake of her head. Her fingers reached for the hem of my top and I let her tug it over my head. It was pitched to the ground next to hers.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one always naked,” she teased, dropping to her knees between my sprawled thighs.

All thoughts of anything vanished the moment her fingers found my belt buckle. It came undone after a second of tugging and the button followed.

“I’ve been wondering something,” she was saying when I could think clear enough for actual thought. “Do all men taste the same?” Her lashes lifted and I found myself captured in her eyes. “Do you taste as good as Nero?”

We’d shared dozens of girls in the past. Our first one was when we were seventeen. It had started as a bet to see if we would do it, but by that point, Nero and I were as close as brothers. Possibly closer. There was nothing we didn’t know about the other, nothing we hadn’t shared. I had never gone down on the guy, or he on me. Those were lines we never crossed. But we’d never had anyone taste test us.

“I wouldn’t know,” I admitted, lifting my hips in the only assistance I provided while she liberated me of my jeans.

As naked as she was on her dark green and blue sheets, I watched her study my cock lying hard and ready across my abdomen. Her attention followed the veins from base to head and I let her take her time. I was in no hurry if she wasn’t.

“It won’t fit,” she blurted unexpectedly.

I blinked, taken off guard by the unexpected declaration. “What?”

She sighed and motioned to my penis. “It won’t fit.”

I thought for a moment she was being kinky. Girls giggled about things like it being too big, but one look at her slumped shoulders and the dejection drawing down the corners of her mouth, I realized she meant it.

“It’ll fit,” I assured her.

She shook her head, the three fingers of her one hand lifting to rub at her brow. “I can’t even get two fingers in. This...” she waved at my midsection again, “will definitely not fit.”

It took all my restraint not to laugh at that, especially when she looked genuinely broken about it.

“Nero and I both had two fingers inside you just the other night,” I reminded her. “Our fingers are bigger than yours.” I put up my index and middle finger and lay them against my swollen shaft. “See? Roughly the same width, just a little bigger. He’ll fit.”

She blinked up at me with the hopeful expression of a child being told the ice cream truck would return the next day. “You think so?”

“Trust me.”

I continued to watch her as she scooted closer. Her slim fingers closed around my dick, cool against the sweltering heat and I hissed at the contact. The muscle in Mia’s grip twitched. She grinned but said nothing when she drew it towards her lips.

I had no recollection of holding my breath until the first brush of her tongue sent it rushing from my lungs. It ran over the head, circling the opening before sweeping down, engulfing me in the hot crevice of her mouth.

“Fuck...” The guttural moan sounded nothing like me, yet it wrenched from my throat.

Mia paid me no mind, lost in her exploring, in her torture. Her full lips stretched over and around me, drawing me in deeper each time. There was a time or two the head caught her back teeth, jarring the sensation, but she adjusted after the third pass. Her eagerness to learn had me murmuring little suggestions, tiny alterations that she put into immediate practice.

When she circled my balls with wet fingers, I collapsed lengthwise across her mattress with a choked gasp. My hands pressed into my face and scrapped back into my hair in blinding desperation. My eyes crossed when she circled the head with her tongue before dragging it down the side again and again. I muttered a curse and gritted my teeth, congratulating and cursing myself for teaching her that. She squeezed my sack with every downward thrust and my toes curled into her carpet.

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