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“I told you that you're hotter with your mouth shut, right?” she growled.

“Then give me something to fill it with,” I threw back a mirror of her own words at her. “I bet that's what you really came here for, isn't it? Couldn't get enough.”

“Arrogant prick,” she said, shoving me back and finding her feet as I let go of her. The look in her eye was wicked. “But I'm not the one that's going to be screaming.”

“Bold words,” I said, but my cock was already so hard it was humiliating. She looked down and actually chuckled. “Lauren, I hope you realize I'm not going to talk my way out of you sucking me off.”

“I'd prefer if you didn't talk at all,” she said simply, then went down to her knees. She took me in her mouth like she was starving for me and I threw my head back, my eyes pinched shut.

Her flattened tongue swept broad strokes across the underside of my cock, one hand cupping the base and holding me firm as she proceeded to blow my mind.

It wasn't just her technique but her enthusiasm for it. The way she looked up at me through her eyelashes and held eye contact, dared me to keep watching as she put her mouth on me. It was like she needed to prove something, or to run from something. Maybe I wasn't the only one dying for a distraction.

“Fuck!” I groaned out, wrapping a hand in her wet hair. “Oh, just like that. Don't stop.”

My words lit a fire inside of her and she doubled down. She worked my body like an instrument, using the inside of her cheeks and tongue and even the roof of her mouth to stimulate my cock.

I had to focus so hard not to make any of the sounds I really wanted to, and when she saw the effort, she grabbed my ass and took me even deeper into her mouth, encouraging me to thrust into it.

I almost blacked out.

“Easy,” I chided, trying to pull out. She wrapped her arms around my hips. “Lauren, stop, please. I'm gonna come and I don't want to. Not yet.”

She moaned, giving my cock one last luxurious lick before getting to her feet. I felt dazed, as though whatever alcohol in her system had somehow passed to me and made me drunk.

I grabbed her jaw tightly, backing her up against the wall and claimed her mouth with mine this time. I could taste myself on her and the thought drove me even wilder.

“You're wearing way too many clothes,” I grumbled, tearing at them as she shimmied out of them until they lay in a discarded wet pile at our feet. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist again, arched her back when I slipped inside her in one go and oh.

Oh.

My world rocked on its heels as my body remembered what she felt like. Her hands dug into my back and I breathed deeply as I tried to regain control. I wanted distraction, not sentiment. She was supposed to feel like fun, not nostalgia.

Our eyes locked briefly. Hers were slightly glazed—I couldn't tell if it was tears or pleasure or tipsiness. I brushed my lips against hers once and then I began to move.

I had no idea where the burst of energy and strength came from but I fucked her like I did the first time. And she held me like she did the first time. Yeah, this was better. Back to normal.

I bit her bottom lip and tugged gently as she began to whine. “I was the one that was going to scream, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up, Merrick,” she gasped.

“That all you got, sweetheart?” I teased.

I was using her old lines on her and I could feel her growl of frustration in her throat as she kissed me. Probably just to get me to shut up.

I stilled my hips and lowered her down. She raised a brow at me in confusion and I simply grabbed her arm and turned her around.

“Hands on the wall,” I mouthed against her ear, nipping at the shell.

She shivered against me but surprisingly complied without a smartass comment. Ha.

My eyes trailed down the back of her. The back of her was just as much a masterpiece as the front. Her dark, shower-slicked hair was pressed against pale skin, and there was something so erotic about seeing her body wet. I reached out and brushed the hair off her back and over her shoulder so I could get a better view.

As she shifted and arched beneath my touch, I watched the muscles move, the slight valley that dipped down her spine and eventually came to the swell of her round ass. I tilted my head, enthralled as the breath was stolen from my lungs. Lauren suddenly wiggled her hips.

“Are you just gonna stare?” came the snarky remark. “Or are you actually gonna do something with this.”

I hummed, then reared my hand back and slapped her ass. She yelped, looking back at me in shock. I grinned.