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“I’m up one flight,” I barely manage, making my way to the stairs.

He spins me around and presses me back into the corner, pushing his hard-on against my hip. “God, you smell fucking amazing, right now. I could take you on these stairs.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, my keys dangling from my fingers, and hook my ankle around his calf. “Don’t tempt me,” I whisper.

He grunts, taking hold of the back of my thighs before he hoists me off the ground. I lock my legs around his hips as he races up the stairs. “Door,” he mutters.

“The first one on the left.”

“Keys.”

I dangle the right one in front of his face and he snatches it, keeping me close as he unlocks the door and carries me inside. He locks us in and then tosses the keys before his lips are adhered to my neck again. I can barely think about anything but the strength of his body in contrast with his tender yet desperate affection, and then he lowers me onto the couch.

“Not here,” I insist, pushing him away just slightly. “Sarah.” He nods, needing no further explanation, and then I’m airborne again. “At the end of the hall.” He gets us there in no time and I reach to swing the door closed once we’re inside.

I unlock my legs from around him and slide down his front, unabashedly dragging my hands along his chest, loving the way his muscles feel beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The moonlight and the street lamps shine through my open blinds, and I don’t miss the satisfied smirk that tugs at his lips.

He’s such a smug asshole, but he’s sumptuous. That I cannot deny.

I reach up and gently pull his glasses from his face. He lets me, staring at me the whole time. His eyes are so blue, so beautiful, and the way he’s looking at me makes
me
feel gorgeous—just as he’s been calling me all night.
That
look makes my surrender to his arrogance totally worth it. I won’t get to keep him, I know; but for just a moment, he wants me and I want him and that’s all that matters. His intent gaze makes me want to bare myself to him.

I step around him, carefully setting his glasses on my dresser before I reach for the bottom of my shirt.

“Don’t,” he speaks softly, his lips grazing my ear. I look up, catching our reflection in my vanity mirror just in front of us. “Let me,” he murmurs, kissing the space just below my ear.

I’m naked in seconds, my bare back pressed against his fully clothed body. A small voice in the back of my head tells me that I should feel embarrassed, but I’m too busy enjoying the pleasure of his two fingers working my pussy, his other hand gently squeezing my tit as he nibbles on my neck. When his thumb begins to rub my clit, I gasp, my building orgasm just a breath away.


Sage,
” I mewl, reaching back to grip his neck as my insides clench his fingers, my legs instantly unsteady.

He doesn’t pull out until I’ve ridden the wave of my release and then he brings the digits to his mouth, like he did before. “
Shit.
You’re going to ride my face, doll. I want you to come all over my tongue.”

Fuck. He wouldn’t need to sing to wet a girl’s pussy. All he has to do is speak.

I turn to face him, desperate for more, as if I hadn’t come for him just a few seconds ago. I reach for the bottom of his shirt and he lets me yank it over his head. My eyes
devour
him. His chiseled chest is covered in tattoos. I run my hands over all of them—across his pecs, down both of his sides, up his arm. He’s beautiful.

His muscles tense when my fingers trace his abs and I smile when I hear his breath catch in the back of his throat. It’s my turn to take back some control. I open his jeans, sliding my hands under the fabric of his boxers and over his backside as I begin to push both down to his ankles. I descend with his pants, planting myself on my knees in front of his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of him. He’s got the longest dick I’ve ever seen—nine inches, if I had to guess—far more impressive as it stands to attention in front of my face than when I felt it in his pants.

I don’t think twice before I take him into my mouth.

“Oh,
fuck,
” he sighs, his hands immediately tangled in my hair.

I grip what I can’t fit in my mouth with my hand as I begin to work my way up and down his shaft. I relax my jaw, closing my eyes as I concentrate on taking as much of him as I can. I suck, lick, and then swallow; the groan that follows rumbles from his chest and sets my entire body on fire. I hum as I suck him harder, needing to hear that sound again.


Jesus, doll face.
You’re going to make me come.” My heartbeat speeds up as he speaks and I know that’s exactly what I want—to taste his release as he’s tasted mine. I reach for his balls and he moans. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to come in your mouth? Your fucking smart-ass, sexy, hot as hell mouth?
Ah—fuck, Millie!
” he cries, his legs going stiff as his cock fills and then empties its contents down the back of my throat. I suck him dry before I pull away, licking my lips in satisfaction.

Before I know what’s happening, I’m in his arms, my legs around his waist, his tongue in my mouth as he carries me to the bed. He kisses me hungrily and I reciprocate with fervor, completely uncaring that my dripping wet pussy is smearing my desire across his abdomen.

Let him know how much he turns me on. I want him to know.

His peacock feathers are not just for show.

He rolls us over so that I’m on top of him, and then tears his lips away from mine before grinning up at me. “You’re something else, doll face, you know that?” I smirk down at him and he points at his mouth. “Get up here.”

I know exactly what he wants and my pussy aches for me to comply, so I do. He pushes himself further up the bed so that I can grab hold of my headboard as I settle myself over his mouth. One swipe of his tongue has me practically panting. He flicks my clit before he thrusts inside of my center. I arch my back and lower my hips, unable to stop myself.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Take what you want. Ride my face, baby.” I whimper pathetically, any residual rational, logical, or self-conscious thought, spared by my intoxicated state, completely obliterated by his words as I begin to grind against his mouth. He feels incredible and all I want is
more.
I throw my head back, crying out as my orgasm crashes through me. He laps up all that I have to give before he snakes his hands up, grabbing my hips and pulling me down. I fall—my chest pressed firmly against his.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are? How goddamn good you taste?”

“Show me,” I whisper before plunging my tongue into his mouth.

He grips his arms around me tighter, grabbing a palm full of ass as he lifts his hips and teases my entrance with his hard cock. “I need a condom, right fucking now.”

“Do you have one?”

“Doll face, the question is, do I have enough?” He rolls us over again before he climbs off of me and reaches for his jeans. I watch as he digs out his wallet and pulls out two square packages. “Guess I’ll have to make ’em count.”

He tosses one onto my nightstand, ripping the other open with his teeth. We stare at each other as he sheathes himself and I grow short of breath at the sight of him—completely on display in all of his glory.

“What?” I ask softly when he doesn’t return to the bed.

He’s still for a moment longer and then he crawls into the space between my legs, wasting not a second more before he sinks himself inside of me. I suck in a breath, arching my back as he fills me completely. I’ve never felt so full, so complete. It’s like, for the first time in my life, I understand how a man is supposed to fit inside of a woman. Our gazes locked, I know that this is a moment to cherish—a fleeting connection that I’ll never forget. He’s the best decision I’ve made all night. Tomorrow he’ll be gone, but tonight . . .

“Sage,” I beg when he doesn’t move. “Sage, please. Please,
move.
I need you to
move.”

 

“And in my arms you’ll find your ecstasy

When you lose yourself, I’ll set you free

Baby, just let go and let it be, let it be

Tonight/ Just give me tonight.”

 

He sings the words softly before he begins to pull out of me and I could die.

Right here. Right now. Without another orgasm—
I. Could. Die.
I don’t care what song he’s singing or how many times he’s sung the same lines to the countless women I’m sure he’s taken to bed. All I can think about is the sound of his voice as it washes over me and the look in his eyes as he stares at me, making me feel like it’s just him and me in the whole world. Then he rolls his hips and glides back inside of me and I free fall into his sweet oblivion.

“You feel incredible, baby. Abso-fucking-lutely incredible.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he steals my words with a kiss. Soon, we’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat as we pant and moan for one another. When I plant my feet on the bed in order to push my pelvis up to meet him thrust for thrust, he stops me, wrapping one leg around his hip and then the other.

“Your orgasm is mine, baby doll, remember?”

“I need it—I need it now! I need more! Sage—more!”

“Who do your orgasms belong to tonight, doll face?”

“You,” I moan.

“Who?” he asks, pumping in and out of me faster,
harder.

“Oh—god—
you, Sage, you!

He brings his hand between us and presses on my clit and I know I’m about to come so fucking hard. When it hits me, my nails dig into his biceps as I free an uninhibited cry. He groans as my center squeezes around him, pulling forth his own release.

“Fuck, yes, Millie—strangle my cock, baby!”

He collapses on top of me when we’re both finished and we work for a moment to catch our breath. When I sigh wistfully, feeling sated and sleepy, I close my eyes. He lifts his head almost immediately, smacking a kiss against my lips.

“Don’t you fucking dare. Open your eyes, gorgeous,” he insists. I obey, lifting an eyebrow at him. He smirks as he shakes his head. “We’ve got another condom left.”

“Seriously?” I murmur in disbelief.

“You bet your sweet, little ass.” I giggle when he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. He releases me, dragging his lips along the length of my jaw.“Sleep tomorrow.”

“It
is
tomorrow.”

He shakes his head at me once more. “God, this mouth,” he mutters before he presses his against mine. “You’ll sleep when we’re done, doll face. Got it?”

“Got it.”

An hour later, at god knows what time, he lets me close my eyes and I fall asleep tucked under one of his arms, my cheek against his chest.

 

 

MY EYELIDS ARE HEAVY
when I try and open them, and it takes me a second to remember where I am.

Only a second.

When I catch a glimpse of her ashy brown hair, a complete and utter mess after riding in the convertible and then riding me, my dick twitches. Then my bladder sends an urgent message to my other head and I’m reminded of why I’ve been called out of sleep.

I ease my way from the bed, careful not to wake Millie, and then search for my boxers. I slip them on and find myself stealing one more glimpse of her naked back, the sheets only covering her from the waist down. I can’t even count how many times I’ve snuck out of a woman’s bed after a night of sex, leaving before she woke up—sometimes with a note, sometimes not. I can count on
one hand
how many times I’ve wanted to climb back under the sheets with the sleeping beauty. I turn away from her in need of the bathroom, but with every intention of returning.

Millie and I were a little busy last night, so I wasn’t given the grand tour, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that one of the two doors in the hallway leads to my source of relief. I peek my head into the room on my right and I know straight away that I’m looking into Sarah’s room. It’s empty, leading me to assume she’s behind door number two. I knock, hoping I can interrupt whatever girl routine she’s in the middle of.

“Sarah?” She swings the door open and I offer her a tired, lopsided smile. “Hey, Sarah. I’ve really got to piss. Are you almost done in there?” I wait, somewhat impatiently, as she gapes at me. “I usually don’t mind an audience, but in this case—”

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