Fighting for My Best Friend (Fated #4)

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can.”
    She sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. “Lie back.”
    I clenched my jaw and did as I was told, watching intently as
her delicate hands found my zipper.
    She bit her lip as she undid the clasp at my crotch, looking up
at me as she pulled the zipper down to the bottom.
    Then she turned her attention to the sight of my throbbing cock,
letting her eyes linger just long enough to drive me crazy.
     
     
     

Chapter 15: Lucy
     
     
    Even through his boxers, I could feel the intense energy coming
off him.
    Just the heat was enough to shake me out from under the hazy
blanket of pleasure I’d been under from what he did to me.
    And I was excited to return the favor, but I was anxious, too. After
all, the thought of having him, of swallowing his passion for me and having it
inside me while I mingled with the other wedding guests was thrilling.
    I mean, even though he’d already fucked me, filling me up until he
nearly tore me open, pleasuring him this way would be totally different. It
would be hard work, and he would be hard for it.
    He already was.
    To be honest, I’d never been so nervous about a blow job in my life,
but I’d never wanted it so bad, and the stakes had never been this high. After
what he’d done to me, anything short of epic would be a disappointment, and I
was desperate to show him that I wasn’t just a wet girl who came hard. I wanted
to give him the kind of blowjob that would have him strutting for the rest of
the day.
    I wanted it to be so good that every time he closed his eyes, he
would see my lips around his dick and nothing else.
    But I had to calm down. If I psyched myself out, I would never be
able relax enough to unhinge my jaw like I would have to in order to fit him
in. Because he was huge. It wasn’t even worth comparing him to other guys I’d
been with, not that I would ever tell him how big he was.
    Of course, he probably knew. He’d spent enough time in locker
rooms, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it.
    I wrapped my fingers around the top of his boxers and his pants
at the same time and started pulling them down, afraid if I wasn’t careful he’d
spring loose and poke me in the eye. Once I pulled his pants down over him, his
dick stood at attention, begging to be stroked, sat on, and drooled over.
    And suddenly I understood why so many girls were hungry for it.
Everything about his cock made me want to touch it.
    So I did.
    I left his pants around his knees and wrapped a hand around him.
    His brows furrowed with anticipation.
    As I twirled the pad of my thumb around his head, I could feel
the blood coursing through him against my palm. Despite how small my hand
looked holding him, I still wanted to try. I wanted to feel him swell in my
mouth. I wanted to push him to the brink so he lost control, so he’d have to
grab my hair in his fist while he shot his load at the back of my throat.
    It was like I could see how it would all play out, and I was
sure that the fantasy of it would be far greater than the reality, just like it
had been to have him the first time.
    I rolled on to my knees and slid my hand down to the base of his
dick. Then I leaned over and stuck my tongue out, licking the underside of it
all the way to the tip. I could feel his eyes on me as I swirled my tongue
around the ridge of his head, doing my best to tease him, to drive him crazy.
    But I needed him too badly to torture either of us anymore, and
I could feel my need for him like an ache in my core. With my hair falling
around my face, I leaned forward again and laid my tongue flat against the
underside of his solid cock, letting my mouth water over him as I wrapped my
lips around him.
    And then someone knocked on the door.
    I sat up and looked towards it with wide eyes.
    Aiden lifted a finger to his lips.
    I waited, one hand still wrapped firmly around him. I was just
about to stroke his shaft when the knock came again, louder this time.
    “Lucy Ryan, are you in there?”
    I looked at

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