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“Tell me.”

“I want you to do… to do fucking anything to me,” I said, feeling like my words were a little useless.

“And?”

“And I want to come. I really want your tongue, Draven.”

I want it in my mouth, too. I want it so fucking badly. What I know you won’t give me.

“You are so fucking hot, Baby Blue,” he murmured. He reached for his own sweatpants, tugging them off and tossing them away, too.

I was awaiting more instructions from him when in a quick motion, he leaned over me, his mouth connecting with my cock.

Heat pooled in my groin all at once.

Without warning, he slid down on my cock, taking it deep into his mouth and giving it a few firm, slow sucks.

“Just wanted to taste you,” he said as he came up again.

He stood up from the bed, and suddenly I was confused.

He was… leaving?

Walking away from the bed, when I’d been expecting him to flip me and put his tongue on me?

“Draven, don’t torture me?—”

But then I realized what was happening. He’d grabbed a thick blanket sitting by the open doors, and now he was crossing the threshold, nodding outside.

He knew how much it would turn me on if I had to be naked, getting my fucking ass eaten out in the yard instead of in his bed. There was another tug-of-war inside me, all of thewhat-ifspeppering my mind as usual. But I already knew I was going to follow his lead.

Fuck you, Draven Lyons.

You do know me.

“Come on,” he said. “Out here. With me.”

Chapter 14

Draven

This feeling.

A pure jolt of energy surging through me. Raw desire. It wasn’t the outdoors, or the promise of more, even.

It was the way Maxlooked. As he finally stepped outside after me, he looked like he’dalreadybeen fucked. A half-lidded, hypnotized look in his eyes as he followed me. His hair already ruffled from moving around on the bed, and from when my fingers had been laced into it earlier.

His cock, as hard as mine and still spit-slicked from when I’d teased him with my throat a minute ago.

It had been a long time since I’d felt quite like this.

My dirty little angel,I couldn’t help but think as I saw him walk beneath the low glow of the lights in my yard, coming out toward the blanket I’d tossed on the grass beside the patio.

How could this person not realize why I would become obsessed with him? Whenanyoneprobably would?

We were under a canopy of leaves in this spot. I loved the way he fumbled a little as he made his way onto the blanket.

God.

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