Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(26)

He licked along my collarbone, first one side then the other, before breaking off to look deep into my eyes.

I scrambled between us, reaching for his fly, his hard-on making it difficult to unzip his pants. My fingers fumbled, the desire to f*ck him—and have him f*ck me—disconnecting my brain from my body.

“Please.” It was all I could manage.

“Please what?” he growled against my skin as he dipped his head down and took my nipple between his teeth, bringing me to the edge of pain before he tongued and suckled me.

“I want to feel your dick. Please.” I wasn’t sure if the words had come out, if I was even capable of saying them, but every syllable was true. I’d never felt physical desire like I felt for Dylan. My pulse was loud in my ears—I was desperate for him.

He brushed his thumb over my chocolate-free nipple, then grazed his teeth over the other. My knees bowed as he straightened and grinned at me.

He lifted my chin with his finger. “You want my cock, baby?”

My heart was thudding against my ribcage. I nodded. I’d happily pay for his cock at the moment.

He unfastened his pants and pushed them down with his boxers, his dick springing free.

I took a deep breath and reached across the table for the mousse.

Dylan raised his eyebrows and I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug.

I sank to my knees and he groaned before I’d even touched him. I scooped some chocolate mousse out of the glass. Licking my finger clean, I leaned toward Dylan’s dick. Starting at the base of his cock, I licked, leaving a trail of chocolate mousse.

I sat back on my knees and took some more mousse from the glass and placed it on my tongue, then swirled it over the tip of his dick.

I might have created my best recipe yet.

I glanced up at Dylan. He narrowed his eyes, his face so serious. “You are the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

My stomach flipped.

Stand down, butterflies. Men always say the sweetest things before they come.

That was what casual sex was about—giving what you needed to give to get what you wanted. He’d say anything to ensure that the next thing I did was take his dick in my mouth.

I took a deep breath and licked again from his base, around the crown, and then clasped my lips around his tip, slowly edging him farther and farther in.

His panting and groaning made me want to take him deeper, and little by little, I took more and more. I gagged when he reached the back of my throat.

His hands pushed into my hair.

“Fuck, Beth. Look at me.”

I glanced up, my sight watery from the strain of taking him so deep. His indigo eyes bore into me, frantic with need and lust. With one rough hand in my hair, he stroked the other lightly across my face, brushing my cheekbone with his thumb.

“Incredible,” he whispered.

With two hands, one above the other, I held the base of him and took him in my mouth. I dragged my lips back up and swirled my tongue around the crown.

“You taste great,” I said, continuing to twist my hands around the bottom of his dick, then taking him in my mouth again, shallower but faster this time as I began a rhythm. My heart beat against my chest and arousal built between my legs.

Dylan’s hips started to rock into me, and the hand in my hair tightened. “Baby, no. Fuck. So good.” The strain of pleasure showed on his face. “You have a beautiful mouth.”

I pulled away and licked across his dick as he stabbed his hips toward me, fighting to get back into my mouth. I gave him a small smile and sucked on his tip as I moved a hand from his base to run my fingernails across his balls.

“Fuck, no. Beth, I’m going to come.” He tried to pull away but I grabbed his ass, pulling him toward me. I wanted this. I wanted him.

I sank deeper onto him and he pulsed in my mouth, hitting me in hot squirts at the back of my throat. One touch from him and it would send me hurtling over the edge. How could his dick in my mouth be so arousing that I was a second away from coming myself?

I loosened my grip around his base and he pulled away. I leaned forward and placed small kisses down his shaft.

He stared at me, sweeping his thumbs over my cheekbones again. “You’re amazing. The best.”

“Don’t.” He didn’t need to say things like that.

“Don’t what?” He looked confused as he helped me stand.

“Pretend this is more than it is. I’ll only trust you if you don’t lie to me.”

“I say things like that because I mean them.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “I don’t pretend. I told you I don’t lie. That was the best head I’ve ever had. Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He smoothed his hand down my back and over my ass and I shivered.

“Can we take the cake?” I asked.

He laughed. “Of course we can take the cake.”

I picked up a plate with a slice of lemon drizzle. “I’m not sharing, so bring your own.” I spun and headed toward the bedroom.

“Oh, I think I could persuade you to share if I wanted to, but that’s okay, I won’t make you.” He picked up his own plate and followed me into the bedroom.

My bed was huge and we sat cross-legged and naked opposite each other.

“You are so f*cking sexy. Look at you.”

As I looked up, he snapped a photo on his phone.