Page 5 of Dice & Dekes

“Fuck,” I gasp, my body locking up. And just like that, I come in my boxers. Like a goddamn teenager. Like a boy who’s wanted her too long and finally broke.

Knova blinks at me. “Did you just…?”

Before the shame can flood in, I flip her beneath me, needing to do something before this ends in humiliation and regret.

“Shut up,” I mutter, voice thick. “Not done with you yet.”

I kiss a path down her belly, drinking in the taste of her skin like it’s the only thing keeping me sane. Her legs part. I bury myself between her thighs, licking her like I’m starving.

Because I am.

For her.

For this.

For something I know I can’t keep.

I lap at her slowly at first—just to savor. She tastes like salt and skin and something sweet I can’t name. I spread her open with my fingers, licking a path up the slick seam of her pussy, circling her clit in lazy, deliberate strokes.

She shudders. Her hips twitch against my mouth, trying to control the rhythm, but I grip her thighs and pin her in place.

“No, baby. You don’t get to call the shots here.” My voice is low, rough with hunger. “You’re gonna take every fucking lick I give you—and you’re not gonna come until I say so.”

Her breath catches. Her body goes still for one perfect second.

Then she moans. Loud. Unfiltered. Like the sound’s been dragged out of her against her will.

Tonight, I’m in charge.

Even if it’s the only night I ever get.

“Vik—” she gasps, and that one sound cracks something open in my chest.

I groan into her. My cock twitches uselessly inside my soaked boxers, but I don’t care. This isn’t about me. It’s never been about me. It’s about her—finally, finally—letting me in. Letting me have this piece of her.

Her thighs start to tremble.

I flick my tongue faster, then slower, teasing her, reading the way her breath stutters and catches. Her hips rise, chasing more.

She’s close.

I slide two fingers inside her and curl them just right. Her whole body locks up.

“Fuck—Viktor—” Her voice breaks, and it wrecks me.

If she says my name like that again, I might die right here with my face between her thighs, and I’d go out happy.

“Come for me, Knova,” I whisper against her clit. “I need to see this pretty pussy fall apart.”

She screams my name again as she shatters all over my face. God, I hope I can get my dick up for round two—

Chapter One

Knova

Sunlight streams across one side of my face. I try to open one of my eyes, but my brain is on fire with the mother of all hangovers. I moan and bury my face in the pillows. I’m not ready to be awake.

“Five more minutes,” a man’s voice says. Something beside me stirs.

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