Page 118 of The Wingman

He nods, pulsing against my hand. “Yeah. Poor me.”

I laugh, and he grins before unbuttoning his shirt, shoving it off, and losing the pants.

God, he’s beautiful. I take a moment to just stare at him while he’s smiling down at me. He winds his hand into my hair and kisses my cheek, my jaw, my neck.

“What did you think about when you were using the toy?”

“You.”

“Be more specific.” He sucks the skin beneath my ear and my eyes close as wetness rushes between my legs.

“Remember the video you showed me? With his, um.” I press my lips together, embarrassed. I’m not used to asking for what I want, especially not in sexy situations. “Head between her legs?” My voice turns squeaky.

He chuckles against my skin. “Oh yeah. I’ve seen that one a few times.”

“What’s a few?”

“Like, a hundred.”

I laugh. “Wow.”

He walks me back so my knees hit the bed and pushes me to sit before climbing over me. I fall back against the pillows, mesmerized by the way he looks down at me, like he doesn’t know where to start.

His gaze flicks to mine, light and teasing, while his fingers trail along the lace of my bra. “So what about that video?”

“Maybe you could… do that.” I watch him explore, tracing up my lace straps. My breasts feel tight and achy, desperate for his attention.

“Go down on you.”

His fingers find a pinched nipple through the fabric, and I bite my lip and nod.

He slides the bra down and watches my face as he toys with the puckered peak. Molten heat courses through me, gathering and pooling between my thighs. “Lick your pussy.”

“Hayden.” I blush.

He drops his head to my breast and pulls my nipple between his lips. A choked noise slips out of me at the drugging pull of his lips, the hot slide of his tongue.

“Make you come all over my face?” he murmurs against me.

I laugh, trying to focus on the conversation.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He reaches around, unhooks my bra, and pulls it off. And then his mouth is back on the stiff point, his fingers on the other. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fucked my fist thinking about going down on you.”

More arousal floods my panties, and when he brushes over the front of them, he sucks in a sharp breath. “Wet already.”

He draws a firm circle, and pleasure ripples through me. I’m breathing hard, watching him enjoy my body. He gives me a dark, devilish smile and slips his fingers beneath the fabric.

We groan together at the divine sensation of his fingers circling my clit.

“Did he ever make you come that way? With his mouth?”

I shake my head. Pressure builds as he drags delicious friction over the sensitive nerves. On his shoulders, my nails dig into his skin.

He slips my panties off, leaving me completelynaked. Part of me wants to feel shy and embarrassed, but the hungry look in his eyes burns away any self-consciousness.

Hayden wants me, and I want him to have me.

“Darcy?”

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