Page 26 of Detention with Daddies

Holy shit. His body is packed with tight and lean muscle. Tan skin and dark hair trailing down his chest and stomach to disappear behind those low-hanging sweats.

Remember to breathe, Olivia. Breathe.

I’m sure my face is red. My cheeks hot.

I start to pull up my hair, but Nick steps forward. “Wait. Leave it down.”

Dropping my locks, I wait for him to come to me, and he does after a small hesitation. Nick takes my hand and lures me to his bed.

His mouth dips down to my ear. “Those are some of the sexiest pajamas I’ve ever seen.”

My head falls back with a laugh. “Surely not.”

“Maybe, it’s just you.” Nick helps me slide onto the bed before following, crawling over me, hovering.

I finally let myself touch him, trailing a hand over his shoulders. His muscles taut from holding himself above me. They bunch as my touch spreads over his chest and down the center of his stomach.

Nick tips to the side, his knee coming between mine. A hand finds my ankle, sliding up my calf and knee, up the outside of my bare thigh.

I suck in a soft breath as he runs his thumb along the line where my shorts cover me. It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination.

When his face turns back to mine, I wrap my arm around his back and tug him to me, kissing him this time. My knee comes up over his hip, anchoring him against me as we rock together.

He takes my lead, pressing us together in small waves. I’m already so aroused from the feel of him between my thighs. How his hardness rubs against me through our layers.

Our pace is slow, unhurried, and that stokes my need more than any kind of rush would.

Trailing my nails down his back earns me a long, low moan against my skin. His mouth maps out my bare skin, tugging the thin strap of my top off my shoulder.

He’s not taking very many liberties. Nothing more than he said he would.

And maybe, just maybe, I want a little more.

I let myself take it, running my hand down his back to grab his ass. I give it a solid squeeze, and his teeth nip at the sensitive spot on my neck.

Our grinding turns more intense, prodding my pleasure.

His voice vibrates against my shoulder. “I want to make you come so badly. Want to watch you fall apart under my hands. My tongue. I don’t want anything in return. Just…you…”

Fuck, the temptation of what he’s asking for.

“And what if I want to give you something in return?” My voice is hoarse with desire.

Nick lifts back up onto his elbow to look at me.

Feeling bold, I take his hand and guide it over my right breast. He squeezes gently, finding my hard nipple and giving it a soft tug.

I arch into it. Pleasure zaps through me.

“Fuck, Liv.” He doesn’t even try to get under my shirt, simply drawing circles over my nipple until I’m writhing under him.

Then, his hand descends over my belly, slow and steady until he palms me over my shorts, rubbing and pressing as I bite backmy moan, trapping my bottom lip between my teeth to keep quiet. Nick’s face swivels back to mine, intent on witnessing my pleasure.

“You are so goddamn sexy.” His pressure increases, probes me a little harder until my lip falls free to my panting. “God, I can feel how wet you are. How hot.”

The rasp of his voice nearly undoes me, and I whimper in response.

“Can you come like this? Do you need more?” He maintains a steady rhythm, waiting for my answer.

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