Page 35 of Declan
His hands moved from my waist and down to cup my ass, gently tugging my hips forward. His tongue stroked mine and he kissed me deeply. I felt lightheaded.
Shit, I hope I don’t pass out.
“Breathe, Kyler,” he whispered against my trembling lips.
I sucked in a breath before chuckling at myself. I was a nervous wreck. The man had literally taken the breath from my lungs.
“Sorry, I’m just—”
Declan snatched my bottom lip between his teeth and shoved me back against the wall. He pressed his body to mine, placing one arm beside my head while winding the other around my hip.
“What did I say about you using that word?” He nipped at my jaw before lightly grazing his teeth over to my ear.
Chills erupted on my skin and I softly exhaled, grabbing the material of his shirt and bringing him as close as possible. His eyes met mine, and I cracked a smile.
“Sorry.”
“That’s it,” he growled as he lowered his head to the crease of my neck. “You’re in trouble.”
“Are you going to punish me?” I purred, rolling my hips forward.
Please punish me.I wanted to be fucked so hard I’d feel him for days.
“Maybe,” he answered, sliding his hands under my shirt and gliding his fingers up my back. He kissed my lips, my jaw, and beneath my ear. “But mostly I just want to fuck you. Hard.”
I shuddered at the images his words created. I’d never been so rock hard in my life.
Sure, I had a shitload of questions. Was he bisexual? Not that labels mattered or anything. I just wanted to understand, so I knew what to expect afterward.
As Declan sucked at the base of my throat, though, the questions drifted from my mind.
“Mm,” I moaned, burying my fingers in the short strands of his dark hair as his tongue flicked against my skin.
Declan captured my lips and guided me away from the wall. I couldn’t see where I was going as I walked backward, and I bumped into the small table. We smiled, but didn’t break the kiss.
It wasn’t every day that someone got to fuck their idol. Yet, I wasn’t in fanboy mode as I kissed Declan, as I felt his hands on me. He might’ve been famous, but after spending the day with him, I learned he was actually pretty down to earth. I was still in awe of him, yeah, and I was shocked he was interested in someone ordinary like me.
But it washimI desired. Not his name or reputation.
“How do you like it?” he asked, pressing me against the king sized bed. Taking hold of the hem of my shirt, he pulled it up and over my head before tossing it aside.
“Both,” I answered in a shaky tone.
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched him stand at the foot of the bed, tall and muscled. A fucking god amongst peasants. I liked to top, but bottoming was my preference. And I wanted him to top me. Wanted to feel him inside of me.
He smirked and took off his shirt. “I can work with that.”
My mouth watered as I looked at his smooth, wide chest and down to the ridges of his abs. Those sexy V muscles disappeared into the band of his jeans, and I ached to see where they went.
Declan’s gaze was unwavering to mine as he unbuttoned his pants. He undid the zipper teasingly slow, all with a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. He exuded sex from every inch of him.
He had the face of a god and a body made for pleasure; a balance of heaven and sin.
Not wanting to waste any time before getting the show on the road, I popped the button on my pants, too, and started sliding them down my hips and thighs.
“Eager, are we?” Declan asked, leaving his pants open enough to reveal his black boxer briefs underneath but not taking them off yet.
“Sometimes I like a slow build-up. To take it slow,” I said, nearly panting from the anticipation of having him on top of me. “This isn’t one of those times. I need you. Now.”
