When we got back to his house, I had a little extra pep in my step as we walked inside. He grabbed Maverick’s leash from the hook and took him out into the backyard. When he came back inside a few minutes later, he looked at me with a curious smile.
“You seem to be in a good mood.”
“I am,” I said as I started down the hall, and he followed, just like I knew he would.
“Yeah?” His tone was playful, feigning innocence. “And why’s that?”
I turned to face him when we walked into his bedroom. “Because I was given the all clear.”
“I see,” he said with a coy grin as he stepped closer. “And how do you want to celebrate, baby girl? Whatever you want.”
“Well, inthatcase…” I reached up, looping my arms around his neck, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around my waist. “I wantyou.”
His voice was a low rumble, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Blake’s lips were on mine a heartbeat later, rough and desperate, like he’d been holding back for weeks. He backed me against the wall, pressing every line of his hard body against mine, and I whimpered against his lips when I felt the evidence of his need.
His lips moved from mine, shifting to my neck. “Do you realize how fucking hard it’s been not to touch you the way I’ve wanted to?” he murmured against my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathed, tilting my head to give him better access. “Trust me, I know.”
His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt, pushing it up, his lips breaking from mine only to pull it over my head. He growled when he saw he had no bra to fight with, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts before he spun me away from the wall and backed me toward his bed. When I pulled his mouth back down to mine, he groaned against my lips, the sound a mixture of relief and pent-up desire as we fell back onto the mattress, his arms caging me as his body hovered above mine.
Blake drew back, rising on his knees to tug off his shirt. I would never—and I meannever—get tired of looking at every inch of this man’s perfectly sculpted body. I sat up, my hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans and tugging the button before lowering the zipper so the denim dropped down. I could see the outline of him against his boxer briefs, and my mouth watered as I pulled the front of them down.
My eyes lifted to see him watching me intently as I wrapped my hand around him, making his hips jerk forward with a groan as I stroked him. And I kept my eyes on his as Ileaned forward, wrapping my lips around him, swirling my tongue around his swollen head as he throbbed against my palm.
“Fuck,” he hissed as his fingers tangled in my hair. “That’s it, baby girl,” he groaned.
His eyes were dark and hooded as he watched me take him to the back of my throat before pulling back. That ache between my legs turned into a full-on throb as I bobbed my head, my hand moving in tandem with my mouth, listening to his labored breaths.
When his hips bucked forward, pushing himself deeper, my eyes pricked with tears as I gagged, and he groaned louder.
“Christ, as good as you look choking on my cock…” He gripped my hair and pulled himself from my mouth. “I don’t want to come down your throat. At least, not rightnow.” He gently pushed me back to lie down, quickly stripping off his jeans and boxers the rest of the way before his hands went to the waistband of my leggings. “Lift your hips.”
I did as he said, and he peeled both my leggings and underwear off, tossing them to the floor. His ravenous gaze wandered over my naked body as his hands went to my knees.
When he spread me open, his eyes darkened. “Look at that. Dripping, andallfor me.”
A ragged breath escaped me when he dragged a thick finger through my wetness. “Blake, please,” I whimpered. “I–I need…” My words trailed off into a moan when he did it again.
“I know exactly what you need, baby girl. And I’m going to give it to you,” he rasped as he shifted so his head was between my thighs. “I’m going to wreck every inch of you with my mouth”—his tongue licked a slow stroke against me—“my fingers”—he pushed two into me, crooking them upward—“andthen my cock. You’re gonna be a goddamn mess when I’m done.”
My back arched with a moan when he wrapped his lips around my clit, pumping his fingers as he sucked and swirled his tongue. “Yes!” I gasped, reaching down to thread my fingers in his hair. “God, your mouth…so–sogood,” I moaned.
He chuckled darkly, sending vibrations rippling through me as he worked me expertly. His fingers pumped as his tongue licked and swirled, and when I came, my back bowed off the bed, my body quivering as I moaned his name.
I was still panting when he finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening as he slid his fingers from me and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.
He grabbed a condom from his nightstand, tearing open the wrapper and rolling it on in one smooth motion before climbing on top of me. He leaned down to capture my lips in a heated kiss as he simultaneously sank into me with one hard thrust, and I moaned against his lips, feeling myself stretch around him.
“FuckingChrist,” he rasped, nipping my bottom lip.
My fingernails dug crescent shapes into his shoulders when I felt him start to pull out slowly, then he snapped his hips forward, slamming back in, drawing a shuddered moan from my throat with how deep he went.
Each stroke was slow and measured, yet hard and deep. He was taking his time, making sure I felt every second of it. And I did. Pleasure unfurled, making my body shudder and tingle.
Sex with Blake had always been amazing, but with our new dynamic—the love out in the open, and neither of us holding backanythinganymore—it made it evenbetter.
