Page 116 of How to Lose at Love

Face goes straight to my pussy, one of his legs hiked up, the other hanging off the mattress. Dallas Colter with his mouth on my clit is a glorious sight.

I can’t get enough of him.

I wanted to suck his dick—something I’ve rarely done in past relationships because I never considered myself good at it. But tonight? I wanted to have his dick in my mouth so bad it started watering as soon as I climbed on top of him.

And what a pretty dick it is, if there is such a thing.

It sits between his thighs now, spent from coming in my mouth, lying against the bedding still semi-hard.

Like I said:pretty.

Dallas sucks on my pussy, licking and sucking, thumbs moving in a slow circular motion, adding to my torment. His elbows press down on my knees to keep my legs spread.

So hot.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He moans into me, eating me out. “So fucking sexy.”

One hand crawls up my body and massages my boob, fingers gently squeezing.

I want him inside of me so bad.

I want him inside of me so bad I lean up on my elbows to watch him, stare at his dick to see if it’s hard again, knowing if it is, I’m going to beg him to fuck me—any self-respecting girl would.

I want him inside of me so bad.

I deserve a stiff dicking after the month I’ve had!

My mind wanders…

Condoms.

There are condoms in the bedside drawer, my brain shouts.

I bought them when I thought I needed to be prepared if I had Diego over to my apartment, something that never came to pass, the brand-new box in the top drawer gathering dust.

Yes…thank you, God.

Dallas’s hips are rotating against the bedspread, basically dry humping the mattress, his thick thighs a thing of beauty. I observe him for a few seconds before pulling on his shoulder.

He lifts his head.

Eyes are unfocused. Lips glossy.

Hair a mess.

“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him matter-of-factly, not wasting time being coy. “Please.”

Why am I sayingplease? Jesus, Ryann—it’s not as if he’s going to turn you down. He’s already ready to go, and you already know he’s attracted to you.

Is this what it feels like to have a friend with benefits?

“I don’t have any protection.” His fingers haven’t left their spot on my clit, thumb still pressed against the top of it.

Good boy.

Smart.

“I do,” I say, chin up. “Top drawer.”