She’d let go of all her plans. She no longer needed them. Not only did they never work out—she was learning to love and embrace the unknown. The one thing she could count on was Justin and his devotion to her. She didn’t need anything else.
The rock hard ridge grinding into her backside was her wake up call. Blythe heard a low rumble coming from the big spoon behind her as he moaned. She was wrapped in Justin’s arms the entire night—did she move at all? She’d slept like a baby, dressed in just his T-shirt, the scent of him wafting all around her.
She instinctively rocked her hips back against him, teasing his cock.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, sugar. Don’t even try to play innocent.”
He growled and squeezed her tighter as she chuckled and spun to face him. Her hand slid down his naked abs and under the band of his pajama pants. She gripped his cock and nuzzled her nose into his neck.
“I do know exactly what I’m doing, and I know exactly what I want…”
She ducked her head under the sheet and slid down, pulling the waistband of his bottoms with her.
His voice was deep and raspy from sleep, which made it all the more seductive to listen to. “You’re playing with fire, baby…”
“I like danger,” she hissed back. She popped her head back out, her dainty fist still holding onto him for dear life. “I want to put my mouth on this. Will you teach me how to do it?”
Justin’s sleepy eyes were no longer sleepy. They were dark and narrow. He propped himself up on his elbow and she watched his jaw flex.
“Are you serious?”
He looked surprised. Was this an unusual ask for a woman? She was emphatic in her response.
“Yes! Teach me, I want to do this.”
“Okay…” Justin threw the sheet back and stood next to the bed. He towered over her, his blue eyes still dark but with a playful smirk on his lips.
“On your knees for me, sugar…”
Blythe did as she was told, snaking off the bed herself and slowly dropping to the floor. Justin kicked his checkered bottoms to the side, looking down at her while running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Good girl. Now, open those pretty lips.”
Her mouth parted as Justin lowered his hand to cup her chin, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.
“I’m going to be gentle, and I’ll go slow—but you tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”
She nodded in response, and Justin gave a short thrust, entering her mouth. He moved in rhythm as he instructed her where to place her hands. Blythe had never been there, in that place, physically kneeling in front of him, but somehow it didn’t feel foreign. It felt as natural as the sun on her face or breathing air.
Her hands gripped and squeezed where he’d placed them. She never thought she would be vocal in situations like this, but she gave into the urge and moaned around his cock.
Letting go with one hand, she used it to move over the rest of his body, wherever she felt so inclined. He was glorious, every inch of him. Her tongue whipped and teased as she sucked—she was having fun.
He gritted his teeth and flexed his chiseled abs. “That’s it baby, take it deep.”
His thrusts began coming faster and his feral groans rang in her ears, sending warm shivers down the small of her back.
His hands fisted in her hair, and she felt a soft tug. “Look at you, so damn beautiful—just like I knew you’d be, fucking driving me insane.”
The look on his face could only be described as magnificent torture as his head tipped back and rolled around his neck. “Are you ready or do you want me to stop? Tell me now!”
She stared up at him, eyes locking with his. Without saying a word she gave him every ounce of permission. She wanted the full experience. She wasn’t chicken.
Within seconds, she felt him come, the heat filling her mouth entirely. She kept her hand at his base, not allowing him to move back, as she swallowed—her fiery green eyes never leaving his.
When she finally released her grip and allowed him to pull out, she let her tongue sweep over her swollen lips, a satisfied grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Still recovering, Justin bent down, hauling her up and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and when he gripped the back of her neck to pull her lips to his, the kiss he gave her was fierce. His mouth devoured hers—tongue and teeth, hard and demanding. He growled in his throat and sucked her bottom lip through his teeth once more.
