Page 41 of How to Date a Younger Man
“Fuck,” I murmur with a hiss of breath.
She chuckles as she massages them in her hand, casually sending fireworks up my spine and straight back into my rock-hard dick. I don’t think I’ve ever been this worked up before. I lift my upper body from the bed, finding her neck and shoulders with my hands. Layne meets my eyes, just as the tip of her tongue touches my cock. I shudder, overcome with the sensation of her soft kisses against my hardness.
She closes her eyes and opens her mouth, completely enveloping me in warmth and slickness, taking me fully and then sucking softly as she eases back. The second time she takes me, she meets my eyes. My head spins.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I say, letting my head fall back on the bed. I can’t keep watching her . . . I don’t want to blow a load too quickly when it feels this good.
Because Layne is damn good with her mouth.
“Fuck, Layne,” I murmur, and she hums in appreciation. The vibrations almost set me off right there. I take a handful of her hair, careful to only hold it back and not force a rhythm. This woman knows exactly what she’s doing.
Layne speeds up, applying more suction and uses one hand to cup my balls.
God bless America. She’s a multi-tasker.
I feel my orgasm coming, barreling toward me like it never has before. “Fuck, Layne—fuck. I’m going to—”
I groan out the words, giving her the chance to release her lip lock on my cock and finish me off neatly, with a simple hand job. But, no. She only takes me deeper into her throat, rubbing the vein of my cock with her tongue.
Stealing a glance at her beautiful face, her mouth so full of me, I can’t hold back any longer. I come hard and long into Layne’s hot throat, and she swallows me down with the ease of an experienced lover.
Fuck. I inhale sharply, exhaling in shaky bursts. My head is still spinning.
Did that actually happen?
Holy shit.
It did. And it was better than I could have ever imagined.
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LAYNE
All those times I imagined what Griffin’s body looks like through his T-shirt, based on the outline of his rippling abs, firm pecs, and defined biceps? Yeah, whatever I came up with doesn’t hold a candle to what he actually looks like naked.
And I can’t fucking believe I’m lying here naked next to him.
If someone had told me only six months ago that I’d be hooking up with my best friend’s younger brother, I would have said they were dead wrong. If they’d told me I’d be hooking up with him and not worried about my jiggly ass or slight muffin top, I’d have said they were fucking insane. And yet here I am, climbing all over his ripped, absolutely perfect body, and the only thing on my mind is how natural this feels—and why the hell didn’t we do this way sooner?
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, rolling over onto his side and brushing a stray hair from my cheek. His fingertips wander down my neck but his eyes stay on mine, and his soft touches send goose bumps racing down my spine.
“Nothing, really. I’m just happy,” I say, propping myself up on my side to mirror him.
Without thinking, I move closer to him, our legs intertwining, our faces inches apart. Everything with him is instinctual, almost animalistic in how easy it is. Like our bodies know what to do, even if my mind might be a few steps behind.
“Me too.”
Griffin’s mouth meets mine in a long, slow, lingering kiss, one that sends shock waves straight to my core, lighting up every single nerve ending in my body.
Where the hell did he learn to kiss like this? For all the shit I used to give him about being a player, in this moment, I totally get it. If he has skills like this, then for the sake of all women everywhere, he needs to use them.
Lucky for me, right now he’s definitely using them.
“How are you so sexy?” Griffin murmurs, kissing my neck as my breath catches in my throat, all the blood in my head rushing to my center.
“How are . . . you so . . . good at this?” I ask, slightly breathless, but enjoying every touch of his lips to my skin.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he guides me onto my back and slips a hand between my legs, his fingers moving gently as though he’s testing the limits, checking to see if I’m ready for more. For the record, I definitely am, even if I’m not sure I’ll be able to have another orgasm after the way he devoured me.
“Griffin. Shit.” I curse as his fingers find a perfect rhythm, and his lips trail over my neck and down one shoulder.
