Page 78 of Turn Me On

I move down him, kissing as I go, brushing my lips over his shoulders, his strong arms, then back to his nipples, biting and sucking each one.

He’s trembling with every sweep of my lips and I’ve barely begun. I spend several fantastic minutes worshipping his body with my mouth, licking his abs, then settling between his legs to kiss his thighs. My head is swimming with lust, and when he’s arching his cock at me, my dick is thumping and my heart is spasming at the same damn time.

And I crave even more of him. “I’ve gotta taste this big dick,” I say, and I swallow him whole.

“Oh fuck,” he shouts as I draw him to the back of my throat. It’s not easy, but his reaction is worth it.

He’s losing his mind with pleasure. “God, Zane, fuck,” he mutters.

Then, when he’s starting to rock against me, I pop off, kneeling between his legs. “Next time, you can come down my throat,” I offer. I’m so thoughtful.

“Count me in,” he says, sounding lost.

Maybe he’s saying it in the heat of the moment. Maybe he means it. I hardly know. But I want that next time as much as I wantthistime.

Before I open him up, I open my heart a little more. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m glad we didn’t fuck that first night.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I don’t know that I could have told you everything I wanted while I was still trying to impress the hell out of you,” I admit, craving more of our patent honesty.

He grins. “Aren’t you trying to impress me now?”

“Always,” I say, then I dip my face to his, kiss his incredible lips. “But it’s better like this.” I take a beat, letting the meaning register.It’s better we waited. “Isn’t it?”

A shudder wracks his body.

Ten thousand run down mine.

“It’s so good with you already,” he whispers hotly. “Next time you could tie me to a chair, a desk, a table. Make me hold my wrists behind my back.”

I’m molten with the wordsnext time. “Tie you to the curtains. Bind you with the sheets. Push your face into the mattress.”

He whispers roughly against my lips, “Please fuck me now.”

“Because you asked nicely.” I kneel, click open the lube, and drizzle some on my fingers.

He lifts his ass higher. I go up in flames.

What the fuck did I do well in a past life to deserve this gorgeous man in my bed? No idea, but I’m gonna keep pleasing him. With one hand, I fondle his balls. With the other, I press a finger into him.

He moans, sounding drunk on me already.

Good.

I add another finger, getting him ready. I crook my finger, hitting his prostate just so.

He arches off the bed. “Fuuuuck.”

I ease out my fingers, then roll on the condom. He watches my every move—as I slick up my covered cock some more, as I wipe my hand on the towel, as I grab his thighs.

“High and wide, baby.”

Maddox lifts his ass off the bed, offering himself to me. Then I notch the head of my cock against him and ease in. He throws his head back and unleashes an incoherent, animalistic groan that sparks all my nerve endings.

I push in another inch.

“Yes, get in me. Please get in me,” he begs, babbling and moaning.