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Lelani's warm skin brushes against mine, making my own feel as though it's tingling as her grip against my hard-on becomes tighter. I throw my head back against the mattress, not wanting her to win the deal so easily but feeling too good to conjure up the will to make her stop just yet.

A small ripple of laughter slips from her lips- the sexiest goddamn laughter I've ever heard in my life- reminding me what's at stake at this moment.

She will be singing for me on that karaoke machine, dammit. Even if it's at the sacrifice of a blow job.

Gripping onto her hips, I buck her off of me, causing a gasp to leave her as I slam her back against the mattress and clamber over top of her. Her breathing is labored now, making mine grow heavier as my eyes skim across the sexy, alluring smile playing on her face.

She likes this.

Following the lead of her body and taking note of the way her hips buck off of the mattress closer to mine, I inch my mouth down to her neck. She writhes underneath me with pleasure as I suck against her collarbone. Wanting to return the gesture, her hands start to trail down my stomach again but I stop them, pinning her wrists down at her sides because I'm determined to win this.

Glancing up, my stare meets with Lani's dark eyes and I inspect them carefully, waiting for them to give me the okay to continue what I'm doing. They're hungry as they look back at me, silently begging to proceed and so I do.

"Don't move," I hush up to her with a smirk as my fingers move away from her wrists and begin to unbutton her pants.

My hands eagerly shimmy them down her legs, revealing the silk panties lying underneath and the sight of those alone has my heart beating faster. Looping my finger against their elastic band, I slip them down and off her legs before returning my grip onto her hands. Holding her wrists down snuggly, I allow my body to drop between her legs, enjoying the way they open more for me the farther down I advance.

Oh my god, she's so wet.

Teasing her, my lips brush against the soft skin of her thighs, making her legs squirm in replacement of her hands, which I still have pinned down against the mattress.

"Brodie Dawson," she giggles, her body moving restlessly beneath my hold. "You're not playing fair."

"What?" I taunt, dropping my head closer to her sex and making her freeze her movements as she feels my breaths against her. She moans despite her reluctance to give me the satisfaction of her enjoyment and my erection grows harder.

"I think I'm playing plenty fair enough."

With my tongue I separate Lani's lower lips, causing her back to arch up off the mattress as it trails up against her clit cruelly slow. Lani's wrists writhe underneath my fingertips with pleasure and I dive my mouth into her deeper, my eyes watching her closely as her muscles relax underneath my touch.

"But," I begin to say, pulling my lips away from her skin tauntingly and putting a pause to her obvious enjoyment. "I can stop anytime you want me to."

"No, don't do that," she giggles, taking back her accusation. "You can be unfair for a few more minutes."

"Only if you insist," I quip back with a smirk rising to my face.  

Because if being unfair means getting the pleasure of watching Lelani unfold for me, I'll take the penalty.

My mouth meets against her wet core again, and I continue my work, allowing myself to taste more of her as my tongue slips up and down her clit.

"Oh, damn you," she moans, spreading her legs open further in response to my kiss.  "This is torture," she groans but I can hear the smile behind her voice.

Releasing my hold against her wrists, my hands smooth past her soft curves and I bring a finger to her slit.

"You really think so?" I prod her further, causing more sounds to escape her as I slip it inside of her.

Lani's hips slowly rise and fall from the mattress, her body aligned with the rhythm of my finger as it pumps in and out of her. Heat gathers in my chest as my eyes watch her carefully, admiring how goddamn beautiful she looks as she unwinds in response to my touch. My senses kick into overdrive because whether she's aware of it or not, she's taking over every single damn sense in my body.

Sight, sound, touch, taste...

The muscle beneath my underwear grows harder, and I have to fight hard to keep the groan that so badly wants to escape my throat from slipping past my lips. My fingers start to drive a little harder and faster in her, causing her breath to hitch as she becomes wetter for me.

"Brodie," she pants, making a wicked smile spread across my face because I'm one more moan closer to winning this bet.

"Yes?" I taunt her further, knowing how badly she wants to have the strength to pull out of my touch, but knowing that she's feeling too good right now to ask me to stop.

"It's my," she says breathlessly, "It's my turn- Oh, God."

Her statement cuts off as my tongue meets back up against her clit, making sure to give attention to the area that my fingers can't. My pulse rings in my ears because just the sight of Lelani alone and the thought of watching her come for me has my entire head pounding.

"You're so goddamn mesmerizing," I exhale, finding myself unable to hold the thought back any longer.

"Come here," she finally finds the will to request, pulling her legs out of my touch as her hands draw my body up against hers.

I hover over her, her skin barely grazing against mine but still causing every hair on my body to rise as our eyes lock onto one another. My fingers naturally intertwine into her curls, brushing the inky strands away from her face so that I can see more of it.

I must be staring for far too long because she starts to blush, giggling, "What's your mind thinking behind those eyes of yours, Maverick?"

"Right now," I answer back truthfully, "Nothing. You've got my head fried, wild thing."

"Oh, is that so?"

Her fingers begin to trail down to my underwear, slipping beneath them as soon as she reaches their hem. Before I even have a second to take another breath, her hand is on my cock, gripping firmly and forcing a growl from my throat as she starts to move her hand against it.

My head drops to her chest, my arms no longer able to hold my body up as strongly as they could a few moments ago.

"And how's your head now?" She whispers into my ear, causing my erection to twitch in her hand as it continues to coax me more. Lips meet against my neck, kissing my skin and the sensation is sweet enough to make my head go dizzy.

And she thought that I wasn't playing fair? Well, what she's doing to me right now is fucking juvenile.

"Fuck, Lani," I moan, clenching the shirt still clung to her chest in my hands. "You're killing me."

She continues to stroke my erection, but needing to distract myself from the overwhelming sensation, my hand drops back down to her sex and we play with each other at the same time.  I'm certain that this is just about the dumbest decision I could have made because touching her as she's touching makes this that much more satisfying, and suddenly I'm worried that I'm about to become the loser in this game of ours.

"Shit," I hiss out, more heat rushing through my hard-on. "I need to feel you, Lani."

Her mouth collides with mine as soon as the statement leaves my lips, and our kiss is the only proof I need to know that she's needing to feel me just as badly.  

Unable to hold off any longer, my hands yank up against the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off of her as quick as I can manage because I'm craving more of her skin against mine. She's not wearing a bra today, and I'm thankful for the convenience as my lips graze against her hardened nipples, causing her breath to hitch.

"Brodie," she moans, widening her legs further open. "Please."

The pleading is like music to my ears, and I clamber over to the bedside table, jerking open one of its drawers and snatching up the first condom I can find. Impatiently, my teeth rip its plastic foil open, tearing out the ring of lubricated latex inside and slinking it over my hardened muscle briskly. I don't waste a second as I bring my tip to her slit, scooping her back up off the mattress as I earnestly slide into her.

"Oh my god," she cries out softly, her fingers digging into the nape of my neck as I begin to slip in and out of her.

My lips can't help but meet against her skin, kissing every inch of her that I can manage as she becomes wetter around me. And something about this time feels different, like no matter how close her body is against mine, I still can't seem to get enough of it.

Still keeping my movements steady inside of her, I lay her back down against the bed, watching and admiring the gratifying expressions that play against her face. Her dark eyes pull me into a trance, and suddenly I'm lost in the sight of them and the intoxicating feeling of being inside of her. Sex has never felt this good before.

I really am going to lose this.

"You feel like goddamn heaven."

"I'm almost there, Brodie," she admits breathlessly, and I can start to feel her tensing up around me.

"Me too," I growl, not wanting to throw in the towel, but knowing that this feels too damn good for me to last much longer. My hips thrust harder now, causing more moans to leave both of our lips as we revel in the sensation of each other. Lani's hands clutch tightly onto the sheets strewn messily beneath our bodies and my hands grip tightly against her hips, both of us grounding ourselves for the climaxes we're starting to climb.

"This feels so good it hurts," she whimpers, biting against her bottom lip in an effort to try and stifle the orgasm my eyes can clearly see rising.

"Fuck me," I hiss out through clenched teeth because the combination of her curves in my hands and the image of her body relaxing beneath mine is overstimulating in the best way possible. I try my best to slow my movements in an effort to hold off from coming undone right here and now.

"Don't stop," Lani begs me, compelling me to push myself farther and more forcefully into her. The headboard of the bed rocks against the wall, causing more commotion to fill the room as the sounds of our gratification become louder, but as much as I should care about the noise, I don't. Neither of us does.

"Lani," I groan out to her as if there's something she can do to keep me from coming, "I can't hold back anymore."

"Then don't," she insists, "because I'm about to come, too."

Her core is so wet, clenching around me and causing every single nerve inside of me to go numb as I drive into her one final time. I fill the condom as my eyes watch her ride out her own orgasm, and my mind wonders if she just experienced the same intensity that I did. Waiting until both of our breaths have slowed, I carefully pull out of her, my body still tingling from the sex we just made as I slip the latex off of my subsiding erection.

After tossing the evidence away, I cross to the dresser on the other side of the room and grab myself a pair of clean boxers. As I slip them on, my eyes watch Lani, skimming my stare down her naked body because I can't help but want to see more of it.

Settling onto her side, and leaning herself up on her elbow with a smirk across her face, she quips, "I think I won."

"Oh, bullshit," I chuckle, opening another drawer and yanking out one of my shirts from it. My feet make their way back in Lani's direction, clambering over her body as I playfully argue, "That was a tie."

"Was not!"

"Was too," I say matter-of-factly, unraveling the shirt still clutched in one of my hands and slipping it over her head. "I saw it with my own two eyes. I guess we'll just have to settle it with a best two out of three."

"Yeah," she smiles, untucking her long, thick curls from the black Eagles shirt, "I think that's a good idea, but we might just have to do a best three out of five, instead."

My thumb brushes against the skin on her round face, a foolish smile spreading across my lips because we both don't want this deal to end; especially considering the fact that it gives us both more of an excuse to not have to take our hands off of one another.

"I think I can manage that."

Lelani's hands draw my head down, pulling my lips closer for hers to kiss. "You know, I like this shirt, Maverick," she says, smoothing down the cotton material and torturing me as the fabric settles against her thick curves, the bottom hem of it barely shielding the part of her near the top of her thighs.

"Yeah?" I gulp back, having to bite my bottom lip in an effort to stifle the provoking thoughts coursing through my head right now. "I like it a lot better on you, than me."

Reaching over to my pants strewn across my dorm room floor, I fetch my phone from the pocket, unable to resist the urge to capture the sight of Lani in my bed.

"What are you doing?" She blushes.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I answer back, tilting the phone and centering her in the middle of the camera frame. "Now stay still, won't you?"

I take several images at once, knowing that one isn't near enough for me to have. I want Lelani Kahale to take over my whole damn photo roll.

"Okay, that's enough,"  she laughs after hearing the 20th click.

"Nuh-uh," I chuckle, still making sure to hit the button with my phone even as her body starts charging for me.

"Give it to me," she giggles, reaching for the phone.

"I won't."

"Brodie Dawson," she reprimands me, finally getting an advantage over me as she pushes me back against the mattress and climbs on top of me. "I said give it to me, dammit."

Her fingers dart underneath my arm, hitting me right in my weak spot as she paralyzes me with a ticklish sensation. My stomach aches with laughter, which only encourages her to continue.

"Okay, okay," I give in, letting the phone slip from my fingers tips, "I'll stop."

"I don't know if I trust you," she giggles, full of shit and still not letting up.

"I can't breathe," I snort.

"Looks like I found your weak spot, Maverick."

Desperate for relief from her playful torture, my fingers dig into her hips, tickling her sides and gaining an advantage over the hold she thought she had over me.

"Oh, yeah?" I taunt her, "Looks like I found yours too!"

Our child-like laughter reduces to sighs as we stop our antics and both attempt to catch our breaths back. Lani's head falls against my chest and I wrap an arm around her, snuggling and pulling her closer to me.

She tilts her round face up to look at me, and I brush her disheveled curls away from her face once more, tucking them behind her ear.

"I love you," I hush out, making sure that she can see the sincerity of my words in my eyes. "I really, really do, Lani."

A glimmer of fear hides behind her stare as she looks back at me, compelling me to reassure her, "I promise that I won't hurt you."

Her eyes barely start to water, but I can tell the tears she's fighting to hold back aren't of sadness, but relief. My thumbs wipe underneath of her eyes, ridding her of any more tears and causing a bright smile to tug against her lips.

"I know that you won't," she replies softly, brushing her fingers against my skin. "Aloha au iā 'oe."

All I can manage is a smirk, my chest nearly heaving with the effect that phrase has on me, especially hearing it from her. "Sounds like pure silk coming from your mouth."

Moving her hands to my jaw, Lani's fingers smooth against my skin and I close my eyes, drowning my head and my thoughts in the feeling of her touch.

A loud bang sounds at my door, forcing me away from my state of bliss and making both of us tear away from each other as we sit ourselves up in the bed.

"What the hell was that?" She asks, startled.

"It's probably just Murphy," I sigh out in annoyance,  rolling my eyes as I drag myself out of the bed and start to get myself dressed because I know this shithead isn't leaving until I open that door.

Pounding echoes through the room once more, this time louder and accompanied by a muffled voice that I can't quite make out. My hands work faster to slip my shirt over my head and starting to get more impatient, I call out, "Dude, can you just hang on a minute?"

Lani clutches the sheets, briskly pulling them over herself to shield her half-dressed body. "What the hell could he want?"

"Probably needing to use the damn microwave again," I huff out because this this cock-blocker is really starting to get on my nerves. "That or he broke something else."

Another set of banging has me heading towards the door, and just as my hand reaches for its handle, the voice on the other side becomes clearer. Lani jolts up from the mattress suddenly, stretching out to me and pulling onto my arm before I can make another move.

"What?"

"Shut up,"  she whispers back, her voice full of panic. With her eyes wide and keeping her voice low, she warns, "I don't think that's Murphy."

"Dawson, I hear you in there. You better open this goddamn door right now."

My eyes fall back onto Lani, my breath getting caught in my chest as she mouths the truth I was fearing. "That's my Dad."

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A/N: READERS!! Yay! Over the course of several, several weeks, I was finally able to push out another chapter! lmao... Nursing school is killing ME! But one more final and the first semester will be COMPLETE! YAY!

That means 3 weeks of writing! YAY! Hope y'all enjoyed this spicy chapter. Hope I didn't leave you hanging too much 😉🔥

Don't worry! I'm hoping to have the next chapter up SOON ❤️