Page 96 of Don't Look Down

“Hi, babe. I’m gonna grab a quick shower and I’ll be right back.” I bob my eyebrows at him and leer. “Unless you wanna join me? You scrub mine and I’ll scrub yours.”

I’ve kicked my shoes off, and am pulling off my scrub top.

“Leave the shirt and come kiss me.” His voice is already husky with want.

Oh no. I can’t resist that tone. Blood rushes to my cock and it starts to plump up, ready for all the dirty things his voice is promising.

“I’m all gross with hospital cooties. I’ll be quick,” I assure, as my shirt hits the floor. I reach for my waistband, straight up stripping in his kitchen.

He smiles like I’m ridiculous, but his voice is completely lacking humor. “Sky. Get your ass over here and fucking kiss me. I need your mouth.”

My chin tips back and I moan, eyes rolling to the ceiling. “Holy shit, baby. It’s ridiculous how hot that was.”

“Now, Skylar.” Ooh, someone is getting impatient. I like it.

I huff like he’s being so difficult, but the smile on my face is a dead giveaway for how much I’m loving this. “Oh mygod.I’m coming.”

“Not yet, but you will be.”

The whimper I let out is quite possibly the most embarrassing sound I’ve ever made in my life. I have not one fuck to give, though. My man wants my mouth, and he’s going to get it.

With his legs spread in invitation, his cock is thick, a hard ridge in his athletic shorts.Yum.My hands graze his thighs as I slide between them. We’re almost the same height with him sitting on the stool. I easily press my lips to his. They meet overand over again, before finally I let my tongue out to play, flicking his lips and dipping into his mouth to play with his tongue.

I want to devour him whole.

“You looked so fucking sexy in those scrubs. And the first thing you did was start stripping them off.”

It makes me laugh, but fills me with heat. “My scrubs got you all hot and bothered?”

“You.” He punctuates the word with another kiss. “You got me all hot and bothered. I’ve been on simmer since you said you were on your way. Then seeing you in those scrubs lit me on fire.” His lips reach for mine.

I’m dizzy from our kisses, but I need more. I need my hands on him. My mouth on him. Slowly, teasingly, I slide one hand to rub and squeeze his cock. Tracing the head with my fingers, my big, tough athlete shivers in my grasp, and it’s intoxicating. I’m drunk on him. Drunk on this feeling.

“I’m also gonna need to fuck you in my jersey. From behind, so I can watch my cock split you wide. Watch your ass jiggle with each thrust. My name across your back.”

Holy fuck. “Oh, God, yes. That. We have to do that.”

Retreating a little, I lick his bottom lip. “But first, I need you in my mouth.” Another lick. “Wanna feel you so deep in my throat, I can’t breathe.”

He groans and his hands grip my hips so tight I’ll probably have bruises.Yes.

Nipping his lip, I slowly start to slide my way down his neck and chest, licking and sucking each patch of skin I encounter.

He’s delicious.

“You have no idea how much I missed you. It’s insane.” When I’ve reached his navel, my tongue dips inside. Thrusting and licking, he gasps and grasps the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair to hold me in place.

“How does that feel so good?” His voice breaks on the words.

“Lift your hips.” Grabbing his waistband, I start to slide his shorts out of the way. His hard dick springs free next to my cheek. I can’t resist pressing my face into the crease between his cock and his thigh. I inhale deeply, drawing the scent of pine andmaninto my lungs. I can’t get enough of it. Of him. Something uniquely Landon that makes me salivate.

I’m on my knees in front of him, his legs splayed wide, his cock bobbing with every heartbeat. His balls are heavy and full, ready for me to work a load out. I need it in my mouth.

Looking up, I meet his eyes and smirk before engulfing his entire length. His cockhead hits the back of my throat, and I concentrate on breathing through my nose, opening my throat. Taking him deeper. Deeper.

I swallow, throat constricting around him.

His moan of pleasure is loud in the quiet kitchen. I’m buzzing, high from the rush of making him feel so good.

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