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“You wanna touch me?” I asked, dragging my tongue across the underside of his cock. Rafe bit his lip, nodding his head desperately.

“Fuck yes.”

“How bad?”

“Lauren, I want to ruin you. I want nothing more than that right now,” he said.

“Beg for it.”

He paused, his chest still heaving. “What?”

“You heard me, Rafe. You like using words don't you? Use them right now. Beg to touch me,” I said.

And there was the conflict again. I watched as his desire and sheer horniness fought against his pride. Right here, with his cock between my lips was where the stalemate would reach its end. I held his gaze, not flinching until he surrendered.

“Please, Lauren. Please let me touch you. Let me make you come. I want it so fucking bad.”

I gave his cock one last kiss before rising to my feet. Like his touches on me, that gesture was less a show of affection than a way to assert that I’d just won. I’d gotten Merrick to shamelessly beg for me and the thought that it must’ve been painful for him to do it sweetened the deal so much more. I was going to say something else when my words guttered out at the expression on Rafe's face.

He didn't give me a chance to prepare myself before he lifted me up and dragged me back to the worktable. His lips and tongue were so deft and intentional they put those hands to shame. But not to be outdone, those same hands drifted down to my chest, exploring the swell of my breasts as my breathing depended.

He leaned down and sucked a nipple in his mouth, his eyes still locked on mine with a predatory focus. He alternated with the other one, his hands sliding down the sides of my body and leaving trails of heat and electricity before they rested on my hips.

It was like he couldn't figure out where he wanted to begin tasting me. At least until his mouth traveled lower and he tugged me further down the table.

“So wet,” he mumbled, his eyes shining as he took me in. “So wet for me.”

There was a hint of pride there, a residual streak of competitiveness. But for the first time since we started this, I couldn't throw him a comeback.

His mouth descended on my pussy without warning and my back bowed off the table, my brain and body both rocked by the sheer intensity of it.

“Hmm… You taste so good,” he moaned, closing his eyes for a moment before looking up at me from between my thighs. “Better than I imagined.”

“You imagined it?” I asked.

“Dreamed of it,” he sighed. “Dreamed of making you come on my tongue like this.”

“So all that bravado was bullshit, huh?” I laughed throatily, biting my lip when his eyes darkened. “All the while you were the one who wanted to fuck me. How cute.”

“Cute?” he murmured the word and pulled back before slapping my pussy. I yelped at the abrupt change in sensation, but the light stinging pain instantly melted into pleasure that curled my toes. He wedged himself firmly between my legs and leaned over so that his face was close enough to mine for a kiss. He cupped my cheek, running a thumb across my skin and then over my bottom lip, forcing it open.

“Yes, Lauren. I wanted to fuck you since the day I met you and discovered just how sarcastic this tongue of yours could be. And yes, I dreamed of all the ways I could make you speechless. Get you to be a little nicer to me whether you could help it or not.” He gently pressed his thumb into my mouth.

I should’ve bit it.

But the half-lidded look he was giving me and the way his breathing hitched when my tongue snaked around the digit made it hard not to do what I knew he wanted me to. I sucked on his finger and he added a second, moving them in and out of my mouth like a little cock, mirroring what happened when I’d gone down on him earlier.

I felt myself get wetter and tried clenching my thighs. I still had my dignity and I was not going to let Rafe know what he was doing to me or how just how badly I wanted his mouth on me again. I didn’t need him. Not in a way he needed to know about anyway, the cocky bastard.

“Are you gonna be nice to me now, sweetheart? Are you gonna be thankful that I made you come so hard you ran out of insults for me?” he asked, popping his fingers out of my mouth. He watched me with a mix of heat and curiosity, waiting for an answer.

I smiled. “That’s a pretty high bar you’re setting for yourself, Rafe. I haven’t actually come yet and I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”

The moment I said those words, I knew I’d fucked up.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back, his mouth on my neck with a growl as the same fingers he’d stuck in my mouth now teased my pussy. He eased them into me, and it was embarrassingly easy for them to slip inside. I groaned, ecstasy radiating out across my body as he began to map out my pleasure.

This dextrous, bigheaded prick.