Page 41 of The Fated Mate Bandit

“Yeah, but you smelled so good, it didn’t matter,” I say.

I pull his pants down and lean forward to nuzzle the growing bulge in his underwear. The musky scent of him overwhelms me with want. I mouth him over the cotton fabric and exhale my hot breath onto his length.

“Fuck, Lucas. That feels good.”

I yank his underwear down to reveal his growing erection. It’s still a little soft, so I take it in my mouth and suck. It has that perfect salty flavor of a man who’s showered somewhat recently, but not recently enough to wash away his natural scent. I take him deep into my mouth until the scent of his pubic hair is thick and heady.

He threads his fingers through my hair and stares into my eyes. They dilate as I lift up and take him deep again. Not deep enough to choke myself, but deep enough that his cock hardens in my mouth. His smooth flesh is hot and heavy on my tongue. I pull off him with a pop and lick his cock from root to tip, locking eyes with him as I do it.

“Damn, you’re hot when you do that,” he says. His eyes are hooded and his nostrils flared. I don’t think he’s just flattering me.

My thigh muscles tremble a bit as I take him into my mouth again and bob up and down. I’m not as strong as I used to be. I balance one hand on his thigh and grip the base of his cock with the other, determined to rock his world anyway.

His hips tilt up, his body moving with my mouth, his fingers now gripping my hair instead of gently caressing it.

“Oh my God, I forgot how good you are at this.” He leans his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s breathtaking like that, his Adam’s apple jutting out, the tendons in his neck bulging.

“It’s been too long since someone treated me this good, baby. I don’t think I’ll be able to last,” he warns me.

I ease off him, not ready for it to be over. “We just made love last night,” I tease.

He runs his thumb over my lips again. They’re wet with spit now. “You didn’t do any of this last night. Don’t get me wrong, last night was heaven, but this…” He pushes the tip of his thumb into my mouth. “Brings back memories. Do you remember that time in the art closet?”

During our senior year, Silver and I were tasked with organizing the art closet when we got detention for skipping class. The art teacher left us in there alone, and I was feeling bold that day. I asked him to lean against the door while I sucked him off. He kept laughing, like he couldn’t believe his luck, and he came ridiculously fast.

I came, too, with nothing but a little rubbing over my jeans to help me along.

“Do you remember that time with the bear?” I ask, circling his tip with my tongue.

Every summer his family would go on a road trip in his uncle’s old camper, and Ruby invited me to come along. The summer before our senior year, we went to the Grand Tetons. The mountains were cool with evergreen trees that stretched toward the sky and hiking trails flat enough that I could occasionally keep up with Link. It was magical there. But Silver and I were fucking like rabbits by that point, and going a full week without sex felt impossible. So we snuck outside the camper in the middle of the night, and I blew him behind a copse of trees.

The last night we heard a deep rumble, and I turned around to find a bear lumbering through the forest behind us. Silver covered my mouth to stop me from screaming.

“I remember how sexy you were in those tiny shorts you wore hiking,” he says. “I could almost see the bottom of your ass cheeks in those things. Hiking behind you was torture.”

I smile up at him. “I know. That’s why I got them. To torture you.”

Back then, my body was something I was only beginning to understand the power of. I loved the way Silver ogled me and how his knees would go weak when he came in my mouth. It made me feel sexy and on top of the world.

I suck Silver into my mouth and grip the base of his cock, the way I know he likes. He groans. This time when I start moving up and down, I go slow at first. It feels like such a luxury.

Back in high school, we were always in a hurry. I savor the slippery shape of his cock in my mouth and the strength of his scent. I watch the tic of his jaw as I speed up—the flare of his nostrils. The way the tension rises in his body and the involuntary thrust of his hips are mesmerizing. As his breath quickens, and his cock thickens in my mouth, I slide my other hand into my own pants. I want to come with him, the way I used to all those times back in high school.

He cries out, and my mouth fills with thick, salty cum. I stroke myself only once before bliss skyrockets through me. I whimper around his cock, allowing his cum to slide out of my mouth. He thrusts once, twice more, holding my head in place. That’s what I asked him to do in high school. I loved it when he let go and gave me the most primal version of himself.

I worry that he’ll question his instincts now. I’m pregnant, and he’s been so careful with me. So I release his cock and lift myself up, the way I did back then. I never swallowed his cum. I always held it in my mouth until I could stand up and kiss him.

I climb onto his lap and grab the back of his head, bringing him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He spears his tongue in between my lips, shamelessly eager to taste his own cum. I moan, completely forgetting about my baby bump and changed body. It’s like I’m back in high school, wearing those tiny shorts, confident and powerful. Silver even grabs my ass and squeezes it, like he feels it, too.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers against my lips.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

He sits back, his lips still shiny from his own cum. “I forgot to eat the stew while you sucked me off.”

I laugh. “Oh well.”

“In my defense, you were very distracting,” he says.

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