Page 103 of Empty Net

“As if I don’t love the taste of you.”

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” He punctuates each word with a knock of his head against the wall, and I laugh at how unhinged he’s becoming with just a little teasing. “You’re killing me already, and you’ve barely touched me.”

“You like being teased.”

He nods, his eyes hooded as he peers down at me. “Only by you.”

I lick him again and am rewarded with another soft groan. I love him like this, compliant yet flirting with the urge to rebel. I like that he doesn’t, that he gives me whatIneed, even if it means holding back his own pleasure.

He huffs out a breath. “Is it bad if I say I could come like this?”

“No.” Another lick. “But don’t.”

“Is that a command?”

I nod, tasting him again, and he sucks air in between his teeth. “Yes. That’s a command.”

I tease him more, running my tongue over him again and again until he’s literally shaking, but he does good. He doesn’tcome, though I can tell he’s close, his balls tightening with each pass. I give them attention with fluttering touches while Fox lets out another string of curses.

“Lilah…” He groans, his eyes screwed shut tightly, the veins in his neck on full display as he holds himself back.

I know I’m pushing him, testing my luck.

“You’re doing so good,” I praise. “Being such a good boy.”

His eyes spring open, and he looks down at me, his gaze hazy, almost drunk-like. I knew he liked it when I said that, but I didn’t realize just how much. Seeing him like this now, knowing he’s completely at my mercy…it’s intoxicating.

He nods. “Yours,” he says, voice thick with desire.

The single word unlocks something in me, and suddenly, I’m the one who can barely hold back, and I don’t want to anymore. I suck him into my mouth, and Fox bucks against me as I finally give him what he wants. He’s panting in a matter of minutes, his hands tightening to fists at his sides as he holds himself back from grabbing my head and driving into me like he wants to. His restraint spurs me on even more.

“Can I—fuck.”

He groans as I pull him to the back of my throat, entirely cutting off his ability to speak. He’s nothing but harsh breaths and incoherent noises as I work him over.

“Lilah…” Another groan. “I need to come.”

I pull off him. “Come for me, Arthur. Come on me.”

And he does. He grabs his cock, pumping once, then twice before he’s spilling his heavy load right on my tongue and then some. It spurts all over my cheek, running down my chin, but I don’t care. I love seeing him undone like this. I drag my fingers through the mess he’s made, then suck them one by one into my mouth, not wanting to miss a drop of it. Fox gulps in air, watching me the whole time with eyes that promise I’ll get mine too.

I kiss my way back up to his lips, and the second I touch them, he comes alive again, gripping my head so hard it nearly hurts, but I don’t care. I want the hurt. I want the wild side of him. Fox lifts me into his arms with ease, his tongue working against mine as he leads us through the apartment, setting me down on the arm of my pink sofa. He pulls away long enough to shrug his shirt off the rest of the way. He rids himself of the rest of his clothes until he’s standing before me naked, and I’m still fully dressed.

He strokes his cock, looking so hot with his hair a mess and his lips swollen from our kisses. I almost want to drop to my knees and suck him again.

“Turn around, Lilah. Hands on the couch,” he instructs.

A part of me wants to be defiant, but when he pumps his cock again, I lose all the rebelliousness nipping at my heels and do as he says, wanting to feel him inside me more than I want anything else. With zero finesse, he yanks my leggings and underwear down just enough to expose me to him. He palms my bare ass, spreading me open, and he sucks in a breath.

“God, you’re beautiful, you know that?” He slips a finger between my cheeks, running the pad of it over my back hole. “You ever been fucked here?”

I shake my head. “Not yet.”

He chuckles. “Does that mean you’ll let me?”

I shrug, trying to play it cool even though I’m barely holding myself up as he presses his finger harder against my rim. “Depends on how much of a good boy you are.”

He growls—growls—and fills me in one hard thrust, knocking my breath from my lungs as I wasn’t expecting it. I moan as he pulls out and slams back into me. His finger is still resting against my hole, the movement adding just the perfect amount of pressure.

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