Page 22 of Stick Fight

“I get it.” His voice is calm, but the flash of something sharp across his face makes my chest tighten. Just when I’m about to spiral, to tell him to give up on me already, he presses his full weight down on me, pinning me to the mattress, his eyes dark and steady. “I’m not angry with you, Gabs.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I don’t mean to bring him up. I won’t again. I’m ruining?—”

“Stop,” he commands in a soft voice. “You aren’t ruining a goddamn thing.”

He shifts and rubs his hard cock through his pants. His gaze pins me to the bed. “Wewant you, and we don’t mind talking, so go ahead and talk. But just so you know…” His lips curl into a dark, wicked smile. “In a few minutes, you’re going to forget how to put a sentence together. Right now, though, I want to hear everything you have to say.”

I swallow hard, partly because this man isn’t frustrated with me, and partly because he actually isn’t dismissing my worries. It pains me to say I’m not used to that.

“It’s just… I was told guys didn’t like that,” I murmur, trying to play it casual, but I’m not pulling it off. “So you don’t have to do this because you think I want it.”

He sighs, running a soothing hand over my thigh. “He was the only guy you were with, Gabs?” His voice is so soft, so understanding, it nearly undoes me. I nod. He reaches up, brushing his thumb over my cheek, his touch featherlight. “Okay, I can’t speak for other guys. But I’d walk through fire if it meant putting my mouth right here.”

His hand slides lower, parting my sex with a gentle press of his fingers. His gaze drops, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in, his eyes visually caressing me with need and hunger.

“Trust me.” Tenderness steals over him. “When I said I had to, it’s because if I don’t put my mouth on you, I might fucking die. Babe, this is about me as much as it is about you. I’m a selfish fucking prick.”

Holy God.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say, my voice barely a breath. I take a shallow breath, heat zinging through my veins. “I thought it might’ve been me,” I confess. I give a shaky laugh. “I read books. I hear stories. I worked with models. They rave about…”

“Oral sex,” he says, finishing the sentence. “Yeah, it’s pretty awesome.” His mouth quirks into a smirk as he shifts lower, his gaze still burning into me. “Let’s be clear here. Your ex not wanting to do this?” He tilts his head, one brow arched as the heat in his eyes makes me shiver. “He just likes different farm parts, babe.”

I laugh, the knot in my chest loosening. “Can we not call it that?”

His grin deepens, sinful and satisfied. “Fine. But trust me. You’re about to see exactly how much I like this particular farm.” He gives me a heated look and I shiver, eager to see just that. “Now why don’t you lay back, relax and let me make good on my promise to fuck your vocabulary right out of you.”

I fall back, a needy quake moving through me. “Yes. Please.”

“Look at that.” His bottom teeth graze his lower lip as he gazes at my mouth. “I haven’t even started, and you’re already down to one-word sentences.” He slides lower, his mouth inches from my sex as his hands go under my thighs, lifting me to his mouth. His dark eyes brim with pure lust as he swipes his tongue over his lip. “But in a minute, those words are going to start withoh, and end inGod.”

He spreads me with his fingers, and when his tongue glides from bottom to top, a white-hot burst of pleasure obliterates my ability to think with any sort of clarity. I moan, but when he circles my clit with the sharp tip of his tongue, hitting with sharp precision, that moan turns to a gasp. Inhibition a thing of the past, I lift my hips higher, letting him know I want more. The heat from his warm chuckle falls over me, and maybe before tonight, with you know who, my neediness would have embarrassed me, but with Roman, it’s actually encouraging.

I grip the sheets and with unabashed need, ride his face. He deepens the kiss, swiping the rough edges of his tongue over my aching clit until the words, “Oh God,” spill from my mouth.

“Yeah, just like that,” he murmurs, his breath now scorching my slick skin.

“More,” I manage, and my words seem to unlock something in him, a deeper hunger, a new kind of need. His tongue dances over my sex, flicking and stroking with the rhythm of a conductor, coaxing me toward the precipice with deft care.

He was right. This is pretty awesome.

“Roman,” I gasp, tossing my head from side to side as my temperature fires from hot to inferno. “I…I…that is so good.”

Just when I thought it couldn’t be better, he slides a finger inside me, thick and firm, and my muscles clench around him. He curls his finger, finding the spot that steals my breath, and when he proceeds with lazy circles, I begin to unravel from the inside out. I suck in air, pleasure building, so sharp and intense, there’s nothing I can do to stop the loud moan rising in my throat.

He gives a low, satisfied groan, and then adds another finger, filling me so perfectly. His tongue is soft and sinful as he makes slow wet passes, his fingers thrusting faster inside.

I move again, and he changes the depth and rhythm, as though knowing exactly what I need. He rocks his head from side to side, soaking his face with my liquid heat, and I know in an instant he’s right about one thing. A part of this is for him too, and my God, I couldn’t love that more.

As if sensing me watching, his head lifts slightly, and I’m pretty sure he’s grinning as he circles my clit with his tongue. A second later, he lifts his head more, giving me a direct view of his hand as he slides his fingers in and out of me. As heat builds, he goes back to devouring me, once again moving his head to soak his face.

This is what I’ve been missing out on?

My body tightens, muscles quivering as the pressure climbs higher and higher. My hands scramble over the sheets, searching for something to hold on to as pleasure coils and tightens. My breath stutters, heat crashing over me in waves.

He lifts his head, gaze locking with mine as his fingers thrust deeper, drawing a powerful orgasm from my body. A wicked smirk tugs at his mouth. “Gabs,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and seductive, so full of pleasure it becomes my undoing. “Still think guys don’t like this?”

“Oh, God,” is all I can get out as I fall apart beneath him. I pulse and spasm, my muscles contracting around his fingers as I fall back onto the pillow. As intense pleasure explodes between my legs, his tongue shifts over my rippling sex, keeping me deep in the moment.

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