Page 34 of Crossed Up

My angel tastes like cherries and looks like temptation.

“Goddamn, Lyla,” I huff, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. “If that’s how good your mouth tastes, I can’t imagine how good you’ll taste in other places.”

Her moan is sweet and breathy, and it drives me to the brink of madness. Scooping her up in my arms, I encourage her to wrap her toned legs around my waist so I can carry her to the master bedroom down the hall. I’m completely oblivious to our surroundings as wind-swept hair and lust-darkened green eyes steal my attention.

Setting her down next to the bed, I step back and take a seat. “You sure this is what you want, angel?” She nods, but I need more, so I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her in to meet my eyes. “I need words, sugar.”

“I’m sure,” she promises. “I haven’t been with anyone since… well, in over a year. And I can’t think of anyone I would want to take this step with more than you.”

I release her with a smirk and sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on my elbows. “Then strip for me.”

I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m a dominant man by nature, but the way my little angel’s eyes darken as she rushes to follow my command has my cock thumping behind my zipper, making me wince slightly.

Lyla isn’t even trying to be seductive, but seeing her in nothing but my jersey is so fucking sexy that I can’t stop myself from pulling my length free from my slacks and stroking it slowly, being careful not to wind myself up too much.

When she drops the jersey to the floor, standing in front of me in nothing but a thin lace bra and panties, my chest tightens in anticipation. Crossing an arm in front of her stomach, she stares at me, biting her lip anxiously. Her eyes darken even further as her gaze follows the path of my hand.

“Your turn,” she murmurs.

We don’t break eye contact once as I slowly unknot my tie, letting it fall to the bed. I watch her pupils expand as I unbutton my shirt and take a small step toward her, making quick work of the rest of my game-day suit. The look on Lyla’s face as she examines my form is worth every second spent sweating my ass off in a gym or on the field.

Her tiny finger sweeps across the tattoo of Crew’s birthday on my left pec before leisurely tracing the divots in my abs with a wistful sigh. A shiver races down my spine and sends goosebumps skating down my arms. At this point, I could probably come from this alone.

She squeals when I scoop her up and toss her on the bed, tracking her every move like a predator hunting its prey. I’m ready to do a little exploring of my own.

I don’t hesitate to crawl over her and trap her in my arms. A look of panic flashes across her eyes, but it’s gone so fast that I’m not sure if I’m imagining things. “You still good, angel? Remember, you say no, and we stop right now. No hard feelings.”

Eyes I see every night in my dreams snap up to meet mine, determination filling them and replacing any lingering doubts. “I want this, Aidan. I want you.”

The quiet words are all I need to take her mouth in a searing kiss that’s so good I don’t know if the whimper that escapes comes from her or me. “For someone who looks so much like an angel, you sure do taste like fucking sin,” I murmur against her soft lips.

She pulls back with a moan, and I take that as my cue to continue, raining kisses down her neck. I stop briefly to nip at her collarbone, groaning when she clenches her thighs around my hips.

Continuing the line of kisses down her body, I stroke my tongue leisurely over her rosy nipples, sucking first one and then the other into my mouth until they’re hard peaks.

Ly’s quiet mewls of pleasure are noisy in the otherwise silent room, spurring me on. Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly when I lower my mouth to hover over her mound and the trimmed strip of hair there.

“Aidan,” she gasps. “It’s okay, you don’t have to?—”

A primal sound rumbles from my throat. “We never got dessert earlier, and I suddenly have a desperate craving for cherries.” The first swipe of my tongue along her slit has her back bowing off the bed.

“Oh, god!”

With each lick, I make sure to scrape the stud in my tongue across her clit, loving the sighs and moans falling from her sweet lips. Her fists tighten in my hair, and she yanks my face further into her heavenly pussy, the prickling pain from my scalp making my cock leak on the sheets beneath us. “Fuuuck,” I groan against her clit. “That’s it, angel. Use me like I know you want to. Ride my face with your perfect pussy.”

Bringing my hand up, I slide a finger inside her and quickly add a second when I realize she can take more. I curl my fingers just a bit, searching for that spot that will make her scream.

“Aidan!”

There it is.

She chants my name over and over as I bring her to the edge, but I stop before she can fall.

“Aid!” she whines. “I was so close.”

As quick as I can, I snatch my wallet off the floor and roll on a condom I stashed in there just in case. “I know, baby, but I want the first time you come for me to be on my cock. We have plenty of time for you to come on my tongue later.” Lyla’s cheeks are flushed with pleasure as I line myself up at her entrance.

Meeting her eyes, I slide in with one long thrust, taking a steadying breath when I bottom out. She’s so goddamn tight I worry I’m about to embarrass myself.

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