Page 97 of Lunar Desires
RILEY
Ipositioned myself directly before him, giving him a moment to take in my underwear.
He smiled, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. “Interesting.”
I teased the band with my finger, giving it a snap. “You think so?”
On the front of my boxers, in holographic silver writing:Snacking allowed here…
On the back, which I turned to show him:And here…
Drake pulled off his tee, tossing it behind him. “Good to know.”
Wow. That body, those abs. They got me stickier than tree sap.
“Same applies here.” He pointed at his front and back. “Now get your sexy arse over here.”
I didn’t need asking twice, but I wasn’t done playing games.
Prowling around to the other side of the bed, I gave out a demand. “Only guys who remove these with their teeth can access the snacks.”
Another quirk of his eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I nodded, climbing onto the bed, spreading myself across it on my front, kicking my legs playfully. “Afraid so.”
“I’m sure I can manage.”
His turn to prowl, coming up behind me, folding his arms. I watched him over my shoulder, trembling with excitement.
“Nice view, sexypie. But I can make it better.”
He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs enough for him to put his head in the gap. Falling to his knees, he got to work kissing my thighs, taking his time, using his tongue to mark me with wet circles.
I quivered, every second of his touch making my nerves dance.
He reached my buttocks, giving the left cheek a bite.
I giggled. “How you doing back there?”
“Ravenous.”
His teeth clamped down on the band of my boxers, and he moaned, the vibrations against me scrumptious.
“Drake…” I breathed.
Slowly, expertly, he peeled the underwear off me. Never once stumbling, never once using his hands.
“You really want those snacks,” I said.
He threw me a look so full of desire, I almost came. Pre-cum already leaked from my pinned cock, sticky against my stomach.
“Now I’m rewarding myself,” he purred, taking me by the hips, lifting me gently.
Oh. My. God. I was completely at his mercy, my delicate place offered up to him so freely and without embarrassment. I wanted him to take it in, to do what he wanted with it.
“It’s yours,” I told him, hot with need.
He licked his lips. “I want to know what it tastes like.”
