Page 44 of Pretty Obsessed

“I’m not fair?” he asked, seemingly even more amused.

“No, your powers of persuasion aren't fair.”

This time I earned not just a smile but a laugh. “Tell me, Emory.”

“I got lost in your smile, and trying to capture it in words like I could trap it on a page or seal it in my memory.”

“Why my smile?” His expression changed, less amused, more curious.

“Because I put it there, and it felt good. Real smiles are rare.”

“You seem to have that effect on me.” He gave me another. Just like that.

I slid my fingers over his lower lip, not shying away from it this time. He’d hiked all the way up here for me. He wanted me that badly.

He grabbed my wrist, teasing his tongue over the pads of my fingers, slick and soft, and I instantly thought of his lips on my cock and how good he’d felt there. “Wouldn’t you rather taste it?”

I swallowed, nodding. He moved my hand away, grabbing my jaw to bring our mouths together. Destroyed by his lips. How could I go back to kissing anyone else when there was River?

We stayed that way for a long time, indulging in shameless grinding.

“Have you ever been sucked off by a guy?” I said when we broke. I don’t know what came over me. Like I was watching some bolder version of myself from the outside. Someone I’d always wished I could be.

“No, never.” He focused on my lips. “Are you offering?”

I started to slide off his lap, jealousy stirring through me, remembering how hard he’d come kissing me that night. How much I wanted to give that to him but better. He released his hold on my jaw not taking his eyes from me as I slipped between his knees.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“I wanted to be the one with my lips around your cock that night.” I licked my lips, amazed at myself.

“Did you?” He lifted his hips, pressing into my touch as I went for his button. “Tell me.”

“I wanted to be the one making you come.”

“You did.”

“You know what I mean.” Slowly I unzipped his pants, mouth-watering.

“I do know, and I’m telling you—” He lifted his ass so I could pull his jeans down. “I came from kissing you, not because of her lips where they were. She’d been doing that for a while. You—” He shook his head. “I don’t think I would have come if not for you.”

I pushed my hands up the inside of his thighs sliding them over soft cotton boxers. “It’s hard to believe… but I believe you. Doesn’t make me want to any less.”

“It’s too bad you can’t kiss me and have your lips there.” He pressed his tongue into the side of his cheek.

“Greedy.” I chuckled, curling my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, inching them down until his cock sprang free.

“Yes, very when it comes to you.” He played his fingers down my throat. “I can’t help it.”

“Is it weird having a guy like this?” I took him in hand, exhilarated and elated to be able to touch him again.

“Can I admit something?”

“Sure.” I looked up at him through my lashes as I pressed my lips to his tip, not wanting to wait any longer to have him in my mouth.

“Emory…” His head dropped back. “You make it hard to say anything.”

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