She blinked at me a little, and I desperately wanted to know what was going on in her head. “You’ve got a praise kink?” I nodded, and after what felt like an eternity, her smile widened. “I see you, Rigby Engman. Be my good boy and make me come all over your face.”

My whole body shuddered with pleasure. Holy. Shit. Hoooooollllyyy shiiiiit. I went hard as a brick in an instant. But you bet your ass I was between her thighs before she’d even finished her sentence.

I’d realized I had a praise kink pretty early in life. When I was in the tenth grade, my history teacher who was hot as fuck, Miss Bolinski, had told me I did such a good job getting an A on my quiz, and I’d popped a boner. It was years later when I’d realized it wasn’t just because Miss Bolinski was hot.

Some of my exes had hated it. There was this social expectation that men should be dominant and take what they wanted. That the dynamic should only be one way. That was fine; I’d been just as happy to pin them down and be all alpha. But it had tainted this for me, so many rejections.

So for Nova to just readily accept it? I was going to reward us both by making her come so many times, she was going to be chanting my name.

I wasn’t submissive—I was pretty sure about that. I didn’t need for her to tell me what to do. I also didn’t need to be dominant the way Devan had to be in control. I liked to play with the dynamic and keep shit interesting.

I licked and sucked my way up her thighs, before I blew a breath on her overheated folds. She moaned, and her hands scraped through my hair, taking some strands in her fists. Running the flat of my tongue up her slit, I flicked the tip of my tongue over her clit and lifted my eyes in time to see her head fall back. So I sucked it gently between my lips, and she gave a little shriek.

She needed a little reminder. I looked up expectantly, and she didn’t disappoint. “You look so good between my thighs, eating me out,” she gasped, her cheeks flushed, and I grinned and went back to work. I licked, sucked, and swirled my tongue over her clit, then alternated pushing it deep inside her, tasting her on my tongue, smearing her across my cheeks.

And the whole time, she softly told me things around her wild moans.

That I ate her so good.

That I knew exactly what she wanted.