His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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Finally.
The moment the door clicked shut behind us, sealing off the cacophony of the party, I was ready, so fucking ready. Nothing but ready.
As he cradles my face, breathing my air, I cup his erection with a hand through his sweats and relish the way his hips buck into my hands. I squeeze hard. I remember the way I pumped him before, how rough I was, how he liked it. I want to give him exactly what he wants.
So, very softly, I ask, "Can you tell me what you want, Noah?"
He swallows hard, thumbs caressing my cheeks. "You're sure?" The words barely scrape out, the tone so low, so stunningly rumbling that I feel it directly between my legs.
I bite his chin lightly, dragging my palm up the length of him, drawing a groan from his chest. "I'm very sure."
He takes a breath, steadying himself. "I want you to be mine. That's it."
Oh, I want that. More than anything, I want that. "Like your girlfriend?"
"Yeah, we can start with that."
I press myself closer, my hands sliding up his chest. "Okay, I just have to tell the other three guys I'm—"
He cuts me off with a groan, his forehead resting against mine. "You test me."
I dip my fingers beneath his waistband. "That's what you like about me."
"Camila," he breathes, his hands sliding under my shirt, exploring the bare skin of my back. "I want you on your knees."
Good thing we're on the same page.
With as much grace as I can muster, I sink to my knees, looking up at him from under my lashes.
I sit back on my heels, watching him. I distinctly feel a seam in my jeans give under my weight but can't find it in me to care.
"Now what?"
"Now," he says, his voice so low it sends shivers up my spine, "I get to watch you."
I lean up and slip my hands under his grey hoodie, raking my fingers from his chest to his abs, revelling in how quickly his breathing shifts. His arms raise again, gripping two shelves, tight.
Before he can do something like stop me, I reach for the hem of his sweatpants, pulling them down inch by agonizing inch. The length of his cock springs free, already hard and throbbing. And my mouth runs dry at the sight.
For a really long moment, I just stare, my lips parted, every part of me aching for him in so many ways.
