Boyfriend Bargain (Hawthorne University #1)(48)

Her chest rises as she inhales quickly. She licks her wine-colored lips, and I lean down and nip at them.

She gasps into my mouth and it’s the opening I need, delving into her hot, wet depths, my tongue vying with hers.

“Z,” she moans, her hands pulling me closer. She gives back as good as I give and I go from a soft kiss to full-on fucking her with my tongue.

“Why can’t we stop doing this?” she moans.

“Why do you want to stop?”

“I don’t—that’s the problem.”

“I want you so much,” I say breathily as I nip and kiss down her throat before moving her jacket aside, slipping my tongue under the straps of her tank top, and licking her skin. There’s a small mole next to her breast and I kiss it and inhale her scent, committing it to memory.

“Tell me about the tattoo,” she says, and I laugh as I take her nipple in my mouth and suck. It’s still swollen from earlier, and I’m gentle, nibbling with my teeth and then soothing it by flicking it with my tongue.

“Please, Z,” she murmurs, and I can barely breathe, let alone talk, but I do my best as my hands strip her out of her jacket. Pushing the neckline of her tank top under her boobs, I groan. She arranges her hair around her tits and gazes up at me, biting that lower lip. I can’t even think straight. She’s…she’s got me in the palm of her hand and she doesn’t even know it.

I lean over and kiss her stomach, my tongue dipping inside her belly button as I toy with her piercing, laving it with attention. “Freshman year, I got the tattoo in Minneapolis.” I kiss her hipbone and her birthmark, sucking on her skin. “As it happened…I needed some courage that year…hope, maybe. I didn’t believe in much. I lost a lot, my mom and someone else I cared about.”

I grow tense at the thought of Willow, but I push it aside. It’s a conversation for another time, another place. Not here. Not now.

“Oh.” She breathes out.

My fingers play with the lace on her underwear, dipping one finger in and then coming back out. She gyrates against my hand, trying to get me to touch her again, but I hold back, plucking at the hem of her panties.

“He’s very fierce…your dragon,” she says, gazing down at me.

I flick my tongue over her piercing again. “My dragon has horns, which means he’s at the top of the pile, the best—like me. He symbolizes protection and power. He’s fearsome and makes either a wonderful ally or a fierce enemy.”

“Ally,” she begs, shuddering as I slide my finger inside her for a quick pump. Her hips rise off the bed for more, but I resist. “Z, do that again. Please.”

Shit, just the need in her voice makes me crazy. I ease her panties off, and her legs part as I slide down, my mouth following, kissing her skin, getting to know every inch of her that I’ve missed before.

My tongue plays with her little clit and she grabs my hair. I keep talking. “Most people have heard stories about the knight slaying the dragon and winning the love of the people, like Beowulf, which is a poem I love, by the way.” I look up at her and she’s writhing at the loss of my mouth. “It’s a bloodthirsty, epic piece and sounds like something you’d like.” I lick her slowly, tasting her essence. “Have you read it, Sugar?”

“Yes, yes, it’s…great. Maybe…we can read it again later.” She wiggles against my mouth, and I laugh against her skin.

“But my dragon isn’t like Grendel from the story. He’s in his own league.”

Her throat works convulsively. “I don’t doubt it. Don’t stop talking.”

I smile and blow on her sex, my fingers slipping inside. My mouth draws filigrees on her skin as I talk in between strokes. “It took me three trips to get the full dragon. All that pain, all that work…and when I look at it, I think about my goals. Being the best. Being number one. Being the one who makes you come.” I suck her hard nub and finger her and her body quakes, her breathing loud in the quiet of the room.

“Z!” she calls out as she shudders around me.

“That’s it,” I growl.

Her body tugs on my fingers, taking them further inside her.

I press a kiss to her center, removing my fingers and stroking her inner thighs until her tremors subside. It takes several seconds and her breathing slows, her hips and body slowly relaxing back onto the mattress.

On legs that shake, I stand up at the foot of the bed and strip out of my running pants and black underwear. I stare down at my cock bobbing, needing her.

She eases up on her elbows, eyes wide. I palm myself and walk over to her.





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Sugar





I can’t stop looking at his manhood. It’s huge and swollen, and I know exactly how tight it fits inside me

“You like my stick?”

I snort. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“You were thinking it.”

“Oh, you’re not only a sex machine but a mind reader too?”

“Sex machine? I like that. Go on, please. Tell me more—and use that deep Southern accent when you say it.”

A laugh bubbles up but fades away when his hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking across my lips, tugging on them. I bite his index finger then take it into my mouth and suck. He curls his other hand around my nape.