Page 10 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“Only when I win first place.” Bending down, his lips press against my neck, alternating between soft kisses and gentle sucks. “And this is most definitely first place.”

The short stubble on his face tickles my sensitive skin. A giggle escapes me as I squirm underneath him. I reach up and brush my thumb over his cheek before tugging on the collar of his hoodie. “This needs to go.”

He sits up. With one hand, he reaches behind him and tugs it over his head. The bottom of his shirt rides up, and I catch sight of his taut stomach and a strip of hair that disappears under the waistband. Heat floods my entire body. I want to see him. All of him. He tosses his hoodie onto the floor and peers down at me.

“This too.” I grip the hem of his white shirt, and with his help, I pull it off. My gaze rakes over his ink-covered chest and down his arms. I run a finger over his bicep, tracing the swirls of colors. Tattoos have never turned me on, but on Patrick, it’s like a canvas of art. Beautiful and mesmerizing. I want to spend the rest of the night studying them, but my throbbing vagina has other plans. Especially when I see how his cock strains against the denim. “Since we’re on a roll, might as well remove these as well.” I dip my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pop the button.

“Someone’s eager.” He winks while his lips curve into a smile. Hovering above me, he pulls the zipper down and slides his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips, freeing his cock. It bobs up and down. Long and thick. Holy fuck. Regret that I never got to enjoy this last night washes over me. Best I make use of my time now. Resting an elbow on the mattress to balance his weight, he continues to slide his jeans down his legs until he’s able to kick them off. They hit the floor with a thud. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers around his girth. He groans from the contact. Slowly, I slide my hand up until I reach the crown, then I push down.

His eyes pinch shut. “Ah fuuuck,” he draws out. “That feels so good.”

His words spur me on. I alternate the tightness of my grip as I continue to stroke him.

A deep groan sounds from his throat. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come all over your stomach.”

I giggle and release my grip on him. “We can’t have that. Get the condom.”

He bends down and presses his lips to my cheek, down my jaw, and to my neck.

“You’re being too sweet.”

He freezes, his lips still pressed to my skin. “What’s wrong with sweet?”

“It solidifies everything I can’t have.” My body stiffens. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? He doesn’t need to know all my issues. “Are you going to get the condom, or do I have to dig through your things myself?”

“You’re bossy. It’s hot.” He rolls off the bed.

I can’t help but stare at his tight, muscular ass as he digs through his backpack on a chair in the corner of the room next to the bed. When I’m finished drooling over his ass, my gaze drifts up to his back. Running along his spine is an intricate tattoo of gears. I want to run my fingers over the inked skin to see if they’ll move.

He spins around and holds up the foil packet before tossing it onto the bed. Reaching over, I pluck it off the comforter. The ripping of the foil, along with the thumping of my heart, are the only sounds in the room. The mattress dips as Patrick crawls on the bed, coming to a halt a foot away from me. I sit up and pull the condom from the wrapper. His thick cock juts out toward me. With trembling fingers, I slowly slide the condom down his length. I’ve had sex before, but with Patrick it feels like the first time. When the condom is in place, he reaches down andpinches the tip before lowering himself over me. With his knee, he nudges my leg wider.

“How wet are you for me?” His warm breath skates over my cheek, sending tingles racing through my entire body.

“So w—ah!” I suck in a sharp breath when he shoves two thick fingers inside me and begins to thrust in and out.

“So fucking wet.” He adds a third finger, stretching me even more.

I buck my hips, meeting his thrusts. “Oh! Yes! More! I need more.”

The mattress dips. I whimper at the loss of his fingers, but seconds later, they’re replaced with something much larger.

“Oh. My. God.” My eyes roll back and my back arches.

“Ah! Fuck!”

He slides out and slams back in. My fingers claw at the comforter. Stars burst behind my eyelids. His fingers grip under my knee, pressing my leg as he drives deeper and harder. My moans grow shallower with every thrust of his hips.

“Yes. Right there. Don’t stop.” I lift my lids, and his piercing blue eyes are staring back at me. A small smile flits over my lips. He gives me a smile of his own before he drives deeper into me as if that’s even possible. The sound of our skin slapping fills the room. I lift my hips, meeting him on every thrust. “Oh god. I’m going to come!”

He grunts as he continues to pound into me like a jackhammer. Fast. Hard. Rough. Primal. It’s everything I need right now.

“You feel too good, Sunflower. I won’t last much longer.”

My heart stammers in my chest. No one’s ever given me a nickname like that. The most Pax ever gave me was “babe,” and it always made me think of the pig, which doesn’t make the name very attractive. But Sunflower… yes. It’s perfect.

My toes curl as a burst of tingles erupts in my belly. He rolls his hips, hitting my G-spot. My body jolts as my breath gets caught in my throat. “Oh, oh god! Harder!” He pushes my leg higher, driving deeper. His thrusts become more erratic, along with his own grunts and moans. Seconds later, he roars out his orgasm. He rocks his hips a few more times before eventually slowing to a stop. He lowers my leg to the bed. My chest heaves. If I tried to stand right now, I’d resemble a newborn fawn.

He slides out but doesn’t move from on top of me. He reaches up, his finger lightly grazing my forehead and brushes a strand of hair to the side.

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