Page 75 of Playing the Backbeat

“I need to taste you. Right fucking now. I’ve been dreaming of kissing this pretty pussy, and I don’t want to miss my chance.”

I slip a hand beneath his chin, drawing his gaze to mine. “Say please.”

“Please. Please let me eat your perfect cunt. Fuck, I want to make you feel good. I want to drown in you.”

Dylan kneeling between my thighs, looking like a man starved…how could I refuse?

His words have the exact effect he wanted, and without another thought, my hips rise, seeking him out. His lips seal over my clit and I cry out, threading my fingers into his hair, my knees falling open, giving him better access. I tug him closer, overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. His words from moments before finally hit me, distracted by his talented tongue and my need to hear this man begging. “You’ve been dreaming of this?” I whisper breathlessly.

He pauses, looking up at me with a gorgeous smile. Beaming from ear to ear, his perfect face framed by my thighs, the scruff on his jaw raising bumps along my skin as he drags his lips over the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

“All day and night.” He plants a soft kiss along my skin, sending pleasure radiating through me. “Respectfully, of course.”

I laugh, and he does too, leaning his head against my leg.

“Tell me how you respectfully dream about eating out your roommate.”

“Well, I always got you off.”

“Great start,” I say, my breath hitching as he licks up my center before pulling away again. “But not enough.”

“Let me finish. I’llshowyou how respectful I can be.” He presses my knees farther apart, spreading me wide beneath him. The desire in his stare and the want evident in his body ignite a fire within me. My heart races, and I lift a hand to my chest when he laps at me again. I grip the sheet beneath me to ground myself in this moment.

Dylan slides his hands along the mattress, under my legs, and he grips my wrists, locking them into place at my sides. I’m exposed and at his mercy, and he takesnone. He laps at my entrance and sucks on my clit so hard my back bows off the bed, but he holds me still, his thumbs rubbing softly along my wrists.

That soft connection. That small gesture makes my eyes well with tears. We’ve been friends for so long. I should be freaked out by the fact that he’s in my bed and I’ll never be able to look at him again without seeing that gorgeous smile on his face as he kneels between my thighs. But all I feel is relief, like this is exactly where we’re meant to be.

He moans, and the vibrations send shots of pleasure deep and low in my core, my thighs tingling with excitement. I’m approaching that ledge; I desperately want to hurl myself over it, falling into bliss with him. He doesn’t stop, and I grind against his tongue. When he sucks hard on my clit once, twice, three times, I can’t stop from screaming out his name. My body convulses as I ride out my orgasm, his moans against my pussy spurring me on.

“Holy fuck,” I sigh as I come down from the clouds. He moves back, standing at the edge of the bed before grabbing my ankles and dragging me to the edge of the mattress. His strong hands lock around my waist, and he flips me onto my stomach, bending me over my own bed.

His palm spreads along the center of my back, holding me down as he slaps my ass once, then twice. Hard.

“Fuck. Again,” I demand.

He leans over me, breath sending shivers up my spine as he whispers in my ear, “Say please.”

“No.” I can’t help being a brat.

Two more slaps on my ass, one right after the other, and I moan into the sheets.

“Say it.” I can’t see it, but I know he’s smiling that thousand-megawatt smile, and I smile too, loving playing with him.

“You already gave me what I wanted,” I say, wiggling my hips.

He notches his cock at my entrance and then stills.

Hungry for more and sick of waiting, I attempt to push back onto him, but he just tightens his hold on me, one hand still sprawled along my back, the other gripping my hip. “Ah-ah. I’m still waiting to hear one littlepleasefall from those beautiful lips of yours.”

I huff out a breath of frustration, falling weakly onto the mattress before mumbling, a half-heartedplease.

He presses forward slightly, increasing the pressure but still leaving me empty and wanting.

“I think we can do better than that, Deanna.”

He reaches around, slipping one hand between me and the bed, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. Not nearly enough to get me off, slowly torturing me.

“Please. Please, fuck me.” I give up, weakening at the knees, leaning my full weight onto his hand and the mattress, desperate to come again.