Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(74)
“That’s it,” he coaxes against my lips.
“Just like that,” he whispers, trailing his lips to my ear.
“I love the noises you make.”
Biting my lip and tilting my head back as his leg works its magic against me, he uses the access to graze my sensitive skin with his teeth, nipping at my pulse and biting down until I arch into him further.
He draws back, flicking his tongue against the same spot his teeth bit into, and peppers kisses up and down the column of my throat. “When does your roommate get back?”
The question sparks something dangerous deep inside me, shooting desire straight to my core and fear straight to my heart. “I don’t know. But I’m not ready to—”
“No sex,” he promises, pushing up to look down at me. “I just want to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”
The question captures my breath, storing it in my throat as I stare at him with unblinking eyes.
Do I trust him?
He brushes his thumb along my cheek until it rests against my lip. “We don’t have to do anything. We can go back to watching the movie. Cuddle. There’s no pressure here.”
I know he means that too.
But there’s a burning ache between my legs that may cause me to combust unless it’s taken care of.
So, I breathe out, “I trust you.”
His eyes flash as he bends down and kisses me again, this time deeper, harder, like he needs me to feel how badly he wants this too.
Lips trailing down my neck, he pays attention to every piece of exposed skin—against my collarbone, the opening of my V-neck leading to the exposed peeks of my breasts cradled in a new lace pushup bra. His hands move down my sides, tracing my curves like he’s mapping them for future memory. When his fingers land on the waistband of my jeans, he stops and looks up at me.
“Is this okay?” The question comes out hoarse as I feebly nod, unable to vocalize past the nerves and anticipation as he pops the button and lowers the zipper.
I bite my lip hard when he grips the denim and starts tugging them down. Arching my hips so he can slide them past my butt and down my thighs, I watch as his eyes take in the black panties exposed as he whips the denim somewhere behind him.
Whatever they hit falls, but neither of us look to see if it caused any damage.
“These,” he says, “are sexy as hell. And as much as I’m dying to see if your bra matches, I want you to fall apart on my tongue before any of your roommates get back.”
His words do something to me that only fictional men in the past have ever made me do. They make me wet. I tighten my thighs as his fingertips dance along my smooth legs until they stop at the edge of my panties. “May I?” he asks. “I want to taste you. Make you come.”
My lips tremble. “I-I’ve never…”
The blue in his eyes darken, full of heat and lust. He presses a kiss against my bent knee and curls one of his hands around the upper part of my calf. “It’ll feel great, I promise.”
He waits until I nod before he disposes of the panties the same way he did my jeans.
Flawlessly.
With experience.
I’m self-conscious when he slowly peels my legs open, baring me to him. He stares at the trimmed curls and wet, pink skin like he’s dying a little inside.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his palms moving up my legs until they grip my thighs and parts me wider.
I lock up when he descends, his shoulders positioning between my open legs to keep them in place. I start to close them, but he glances up at me with a look of admiration that halts my movements.
My hands go to the blanket under me, gripping fistfuls of the material as he lowers his mouth to my slit and presses an open kiss against me. I bite my lip so hard I can taste blood as he parts me with his fingers and flattens his wet, warm tongue against my clit.
My back arches at the unexpected feeling bursting through my body, earning another sexy noise from the man who licks me from the bundle of nerves down to my entrance. The tip of his tongue teases me before he moves back up and sucks me into his mouth.
“Oh God.” I can feel it building already. My stomach tightens as my body heats up and tingles shoot down my spine when he grabs one of my legs and positions it over his shoulder.
He keeps a solid hold of my hip as he licks, sucks, and teases. My butt lifts from the bed with need that he happily fulfills, the hand on my hip moving to knead my bare ass, squeezing one of my cheeks in his hand as his other hand moves to work alongside his tongue.
While he flicks my clit, his finger circles my entrance before moving inside slowly.
In.
Out.
Suck.
Lick.
In.
Out.
Curl.
Suck.
It’s too much.
“D-Danny—” I can’t even get the words out before I’m moving my hips forward into his mouth, feeling him take me over the edge. I come fast and hard until white dots my eyes and electric shocks shoot throughout my body.
It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before in my life.
Danny kisses me one last time before pushing himself up, licking his lips which are coated with my arousal, and shoots me a devastating smile.
He crawls up my body, positioning himself to the side so he’s not completely hovering over me, and stares at my lips.
I make the move, experimentally pressing mine against his, tasting myself and making him groan into my mouth.