Page 44 of Wedding Bet

Mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

The word radiated through my mind as Jamie lay back on the pillows, his milky-smooth skin looking so goddamn perfect in the ambient light.

It didn’t matter to me that he wasn’t technically mine. That we were, in fact, fake boyfriends, and that I wasn’t usually even the kind of person who wanted to dream about more.

He was here. And there was no one I wanted more.

I claimed his mouth in a deep kiss. I wanted that slick, wet heat on my tongue again—wanted to taste his sweet mouth and feel him gasp as I squeezed his cock.

“Tell me what you want,” I said against his lips. Sometimes, after I came, all I wanted to do was sleep. But tonight was a different beast entirely.

When I’d come, it had actually shot me through with a different type of energy. Something lustful and possessive. I was still delirious from my fucked-up sleep schedule, and I was beyond being capable of denying myself tonight.

“I—I want you,” Jamie whispered against my lips.

“More specific,” I said, taking his lower lip between my teeth and gently biting.

“Fuck,” he hissed, bucking upward. I could feel his cock pulse every time he got a little more turned on, and each time, it was like a reward.

“I want to hear you say it.”

He groaned. I moved lower, kissing along his neck. His skin was impossibly soft and sweet.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“On…”

“On my cock, Landry. Jesus. Fuck.”

I chuckled, pulling in a breath of air. “I’m sorry. You’re adorable. I shouldn’t tease you like this.”

When I pulled back to look him in the eyes, though, he was smiling too.

“You can tease me all you want,” he said.

“Do you secretly love it?”

“It’s not quite a secret, I don’t think,” he admitted. “I love the way you talk to me. And yes, Landry, I do want to feel your hot, wet mouth around my cock. God, it’s making me drip just thinking about it.”

I hummed, running my thumb through the slick precome at his tip. “I fucking love that.”

I swirled my thumb around it some more, drawing out the moment. Jamie looked like he was in some sort of tortured bliss, and after some more time passed, he was practically writhing under my hand.

“Well, I want to taste you too, Jamie,” I told him.

I took my time, kissing and licking around his collarbone and his chest. He was so responsive that it made every little touch seem like so much. When I moved my tongue along one of his nipples, he reached up to grasp my arm.

“Sensitive,” he said. “In a good way.”

I hummed, licking him more there, loving every little noise of pleasure he made underneath me. I was at war inside, wanting to drag out every moment and also desperately wanting to make him come.

I squeezed his cock in my fist tighter, eliciting another perfect moan.

“I want you in my mouth,” I uttered against his skin.

“Please,” he whispered, and it was such a beautiful, desperate sound that I had to give him what he’d asked for. I made my way lower and took his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion, letting the hard underside of his shaft slide along my tongue.

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