Blue
The air in the rented house hangs heavy with the scent of pine from the fake Christmas tree and the salty breeze sneaking through the windows, but my skin prickles with something far more electric, their eyes on me, hungry and waiting. Waiting for something I don’t know if I can give them.
I’m sprawled on Green’s lap still catching my breath from his slow, deep kiss that left me trembling and wishing for so much more than I’ve allowed myself. I can’t meet any of their eyes because I know they’ll see the desperate need, the desire for all they’re offering.
I’m in shock that they know my real name but I probably shouldn’t be. They managed to track me down so of course it makes sense that they figured out my real identity. God, I can’t even remember the last time I heard someone say my real fucking name. I huff out a breath at how I’ve become a damn simp at that small little thing that shouldn’t mean anything.
It's not a surprise that they figured out the whole Robin Hood deal with the money too as it’s been all over the local news butthe fact that they seem to be happy about that makes me see them in a different light. Maybe they aren’t so different from me as I thought. The silence and tension stretches out between us and Black is the one to finally break it.
He reaches for me and scoops me off Green’s lap and carries me out of the room. He kicks a door open that reveals a bedroom with a huge King size bed and lays me out on it. He doesn’t say a word as he stares down at me but he reaches up and rips the Santa mask from his face, giving me the first close up look of his chiseled jaw.
God, he’s brutally beautiful. I want to lick him. His eyes scan down my body and the dress that’s now only covering my hips and then he flashes them to the clock on the nightstand and grins.
“Look at that, it’s after midnight. That means it’s officially Christmas. I’m going to unwrap you like my favorite Christmas present, baby, and then I’m going to feast on you.”
I push all the feeling crap to the side so I can focus on the dicking I’m finally going to get and wave my hand down my body with a smirk. “Unwrap away.”
He huffs a laugh but shakes his head. “Me first.”
He hooks his thumbs in the black suspenders and slowly drags them to the side until they drop down. His chest and abs gleam in the soft shine of the twinkle lights decorating the window and my gaze tracks his hands as they slide down his body and push the red velvet pants he’s wearing down an inch at a time. My tongue darts out to lick my lips when what I really want is to trace my tongue down the deep cuts of his adonis belt to the real prize. Damn, he’s got a perfect fucking cock. He might want to unwrap me but I’m too impatient to wait.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and quickly drop to my knees in front of him so my face is only inches from that perfect dick.
His voice rumbles with a deep growling warning. “Blue, get…”
I cut him off with a glare. “No! I didn’t get to touch or even look last time.” I hit him with a bratty pout. “So, convince me YOU can be a team player, Black.”
He frowns down at me but then cups my cheek and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Alright, bratty girl. You can be team leader. Show me how good you can be.”
I part my lips, taking him in, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting salt and musk and I hum in appreciation. He thrusts shallowly, his hand tangling in my hair, guiding my rhythm.
“Good girl,” he praises, his voice rough with need. “Take it all.”
I tilt my head back further so he can slide down into my throat and swallow around him. The guttural groan that rumbles in his chest and pulse of his dick in my mouth has my inner thighs dampening even more with the power that thrums through me at bringing this controlled man so close to the edge so fast.
One big, rough hand flies to my throat and he squeezes slightly as I look up at him. I make my eyes go all big and flutter my lashes as I gag slightly.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked my cock to the thought of you on your knees in front of me like this.”
His free hand moves to cup the side of my face and his thumb strokes across my cheek. The look in his eyes has me losing my breath in a different type of way. I think he… they… might really mean what they said about us all being together. The ache of want that fills me brings a sheen of tears to my eyes but I can’t have that right now so I close my eyes and suck harder, deeper,focusing on the feel of him in my mouth, not how he’ll feel if I let him into my heart.
It only takes a few minutes of my sweet torture before he loses the control I’ve been shredding to bits and he starts to thrust. His hands slide up into my hair and then he’s fucking my mouth hard and deep. I take everything he gives me and my moans and eyes demand even more as the thrill of bringing him to the brink fills me.
Black’s jaw is locked and his teeth are clenched in a feral snarl when he rips his cock from my mouth and lunges down to scoop me from the floor with a rough growl.
“Need inside your perfect cunt, baby. Need to feel your pussy clamping down on me as we come together.”
He lays me out on the bed and rips the red dress from my hips and down my legs, tossing it to the side and my thong quickly follows it. He puts one knee on the bed beside me, a large tattooed hand gripping the base of his cock and squeezing hard enough that I see his knuckles turn white.
Heat filled slate blue eyes drag down my naked body as he strokes himself roughly.
“Fucking exquisite. Every damn inch of you.” His free hand flashes out and runs from my throat down between my breasts, over my stomach and finally cups my pussy.
His eyes meet mine. “Mine. This, all of this, all of you, is fucking mine, Blue. I’ll chase you to the ends of the earth to prove that to you.”
The sincerity in his tone rocks me to the core. How? How can he feel that way after only one night together? But the more important question is, how is everything inside of me screaming “yes”?
