Page 76 of F*ckboys

"What can I say, I'm intuitive." I bump her shoulder playfully.

She bumps me back, the sadness fading into something lighter. "My knight in shining armor?"

"Hardly. Dented armor maybe." I curl an arm around her shoulders, pull her in against me. "But more than anything, just a guy who cares very much about you. Who wants you to be happy."

She rests her head on my shoulder with a contented sigh. "I am happy. Here. With you."

Her words ignite something warm in my chest. I tilt her chin up, gaze into those endless blue eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She wets her lips, and I'm gone. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, all the desire I've been holding back unleashed in the span of a heartbeat.

She kisses me back hungrily, hands tangling in my hair. The sweet ache between my legs intensifies into a raging inferno. I slide my hands under her shirt, savoring the feel of her silken skin under my palms.

She arches into my touch with a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I trail kisses along her jaw, down the pale column of her throat.

"Aksel." My name on her lips is pure sin.

I drag my mouth back to hers, kiss her deeply. She shifts to straddle my lap, and grinds against the hard ridge in my jeans.

A growl rumbles in my chest. I grip her hips and thrust up to meet her. The friction is maddening, not nearly enough. I need to feel her, skin to skin, no barriers between us.

She seems to read my mind, tugging at my shirt. "Off. Now."

I tear the shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her hands roam my chest, setting my blood on fire.

"You're overdressed," I tell her, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

She lifts her arms as I peel the shirt off. I take in the sight of her, pale skin and black lace, desire slamming into me.

"So beautiful." I trace the edge of her bra with a fingertip, along the swells of her breasts.

A shiver runs through her and she moans. "Touch me, Aksel. Please."

I unclasp her bra, bare her to my gaze. "As you wish." I cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples.

She cries out, rocking against me. The ache between my legs becomes nearly unbearable. My cock is rigid, straining against my jeans.

I claim her mouth again in a searing kiss as my hands explore every inch of her. The world outside this room ceases to exist. There is only her, only this, only us.

I trail kisses down her neck, along her collarbone. Her breath comes in gasps as I close my mouth over one nipple, teasing her with my tongue.

Her fingers curl into my hair. "Oh god, Aksel."

I lavish the same attention on her other breast, savoring her sounds of pleasure. My cock throbs, impossibly hard. I've never wanted anything as much as I want her.

Sliding lower, I peel off her skirt and panties in one smooth motion. She's bare before me, flushed and needy.

"So wet for me already," I murmur, sliding a finger through her slick folds.

She whimpers. "Please, I need—"

"I know exactly what you need." I settle between her thighs and draw her clit into my mouth. "To be worshiped the way you deserve."

"Ah!" Her back arches off the couch as I feast on her. One hand fists in my hair, the other clutching at the couch cushion.

I slide two fingers inside her, crooking them just so. She shatters with a cry, inner walls clamping down. I don't stop, relentless, devouring her through the tremors of her orgasm.

Her breaths come in ragged gasps. "Oh god, Aksel, please..."

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