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There would be no self-love tonight.
Declan’s mouth moved to the other side of my neck, giving an equal amount of love to it as he had the first. His tongue ran up my throat, his breath hot on my skin. I lost myself in the work of his hands, though. The way he touched me, caressed the sensitive skin of my breasts and tweaked my nipples, was, well, amazing. No girl would be able to push him away when he touched them like this.
And everything he’d said? How could I not swoon like a prepubescent tween watching her first high school rom-com?
His mouth left my neck, his hands moving down. I was about to ask what he planned on doing to me, but I felt him reach for the button on my shorts. The button, then the zipper, then…he yanked both my shorts and my underwear down to my shoes as he got to his knees.
Oh, fuck. That’s what he was going to do? Well…I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop him now. I didn’t think I’d had head in…forever, honestly.
Declan’s breath on the center of my pleasure made my thighs quiver. Or maybe they quivered before I felt his breath on me down there. Quivered with the most urgent anticipation known to man—or, in this case, woman. He ran his hands up my legs, forcing my thighs to spread a bit. I grabbed the nightstand behind me, using it to keep myself up.
This was a mistake. A bad, bad mistake. But right now, I didn’t care one bit. Bring it on.
His tongue shot out, licking me along my crevices. The sudden appearance of his tongue in a spot that made me want to buck my hips caused me to cry out. Pleasure swept through me when he started working on me, paying special attention to the little nub at my apex, his hands holding onto my thighs.
My core yearned for more, desperately needing to be filled up. The moment Declan had started kissing my neck, I knew I was aching for him, slick with wetness. And his tongue and mouth practically doing the damn alphabet down there? Only making me wetter, hornier, burning with a need that wouldn’t be filled with just his mouth.
Declan’s tongue worked with a passion I never knew he was capable of—and the best part? He was good. He was so good at giving head that I nearly fell when I felt my first orgasm building. My core grew slicker with need, and I didn’t fight it. I let the pleasure take control, my grip on the nightstand’s edge clenching as I cried out. Every muscle tingled, and I panted for a breath Declan was clearly not willing to let me have.
Because he kept going.
He didn’t stop, even though he had to have known he’d helped me reach my climax once.
But, you know what? I agreed. One wasn’t nearly enough, not after the week I had.
The state of my sore body was the last thing on my mind. My gut burned as I inched toward another orgasm. This one I hedged off, focusing on the feeling of his tongue devouring me, demolishing whatever pathetic willpower I thought I had. Declan had me right where he wanted me, and I was a slave to that mouth and that blasted tongue.
Oh, fuck. That tongue. That tongue could be permanently attached to me down there, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I was about to come again, but I stopped him by moving a hand to his head and tugging him back. A glutton for punishment, it was true. I loved the pre-orgasm high that made my blood pump a bit faster and harder. I pushed Declan back, laying him down on the floor. I was able to kick off my shorts and my underwear, moving on top of him. I kissed him, wanting to tell him that this didn’t mean anything—but of course it did.
This meant more than I could ever say, and maybe that’s why I didn’t want this to be just about me.
His lips were slick from his time between my legs, but I didn’t care. It made everything a bit dirtier, more taboo. I was fine with tasting myself if I tasted myself right off his lips.
My mouth left his as I fumbled with his pants. “Wait,” Declan said. “We don’t have to—”
Oh, did the boy think we were going to have sex? No. I doubted he had a stash of condoms in the room, anyway. Or maybe he did after seeing that I was his roommate. Either way, no sex.
“Shh,” I murmured, tugging down his pants and then his boxers, just as he did to me. His erect length sprang free, the dick that I had felt hard against me more than once. I grabbed it and ran a hand down its shaft, causing Declan to throw his head back on the carpet and groan. I reached between my legs, finding that I was more than wet enough for what I wanted to do.
I moved back on him, straddling his cock, pushing it up. I sat my hungry core at the base of his dick, grinding along it as I moved my hips. Declan’s breathing had long since turned ragged, as had mine. I closed my eyes again, letting my body do the work, letting the inner animal take over.
I had one, and though she wasn’t murderous, she was quite the beast.
Declan muttered something incomprehensible, and I knew that meant he felt good, too. I rocked along his length, grinding against his hard cock, using him to please us both. The pressure was building inside of me yet again, and this time I didn’t stop myself from coming. No hedging. This time I came like a wild animal, rabid and hungry, the pleasure only causing me to jerk my hips along his cock. My pussy ached with a need to feel it inside of me, but I couldn’t. I might be wild, but I wasn’t that wild.
He wasn’t too far behind me. Declan’s hands found my hips, and he took the lead, forcing my body along his cock at the speed he liked. Over and over until he came, spewing his milky white cum all over his shirt. Four rapid squirts as he groaned a loud moan, his fingers tightening on my sides.
Declan was sluggish in releasing me, and I practically fell off him, still panting, still feeling that post-orgasm high. If I could just lay here for a little while, that’d be great. My lungs burned, and I set an arm against my forehead, feeling my hot, sweaty skin.
“Wow,” Declan murmured, hardly moving beside me. “That was…I didn’t expect you to do that.” He turned his head toward me, dark eyes clouded over with lust. “I wanted to please you.”
“And you did,” I said, hating how feminine my voice sounded. I coughed, trying to regain a normal tone, “You were very good, thank you.” Thanking him after him giving me head—that was a new one.
“Uh, you’re welcome?” Declan didn’t sound too sure, which made me hate myself all the more. He made no moves to pull up his boxers or his pants, even though he was losing his erection as the seconds wore on. “Should I thank you now?” He grinned.
I wanted to smack him. Smack him and then myself, but I didn’t. I simply said, “No need. First time is free.”
