Oh, this was even better.
That sold it. I was absolutely stealing him away this week from his teenage ducklings. I wasn’t taking any excuses from him and allowing him to try and play the good director by avoiding me in order to pretend he was still keeping up the professional boundaries. There was no point in denying the chemistry we had. Not when we were dying to follow it through all the way.
Why torture ourselves when we’d eventually stumble our way into bed anyway?
Turning back to his legs, I sunk my teeth down deep into his skin, clenching my jaw until I was locked into him, holding him in place in order to really drill between his thighs. I needed to cover him in a grotesque way. To the point where there werenoquestions on who I was entertaining and who was simply a fleeting flirtation.
“Oh, fuck!” His back arched again, nearly lifting his entire upper body off of the desk. “Marlow... please!”
He asks so nicely.
My legs burned from the endurance, pounding myself between his thighs while they clenched around me with each thrust. Fuck, if he felt this good from the outside, imagine how incredible he was going to be once I finally had him sitting on my dick.
The image of him bouncing in my lap, driving me deeper into that pulsating hole while he leaned against me and was sweating from the exertion, his eyes glassy with how turned on he was. Fuck, it immediately sent me right over the edge.
My balls gave a firm squeeze, staining his skin with my cum and smearing it front to back with each residual pump of my hips to draw out my orgasm. It was too good. Too fucking good for this to be another one-time thing.
I let out a long groan.
Fuck.
Releasing his ankles carefully, I lowered his legs back down onto the desk, draping them over the side of it while he went limp. The slick remnants of my cum coated his thighs and parts of his stomach where it’d shot out as I was still fucking him. Seeing him like this, covered in me, was an even better gift to leave him with than the hickeys I’d sucked into his skin.
His breath was coming out of him in harsh pants, his cock still swollen and resting against his belly. Cupping my hand and dragging it along his thigh, I covered my palm and fingers withmy own cum, bringing it up to wrap around his cock and move my hand in long, languid swipes.
With barely five passes of my palm over his tip, Blake jerked in my hold, his hips spasming as his own orgasm rolled through him and he spilled all over the both of us. My hand dripped from our spend, tempting me to pop each and every one of my fingers into my mouth to taste.
Blake let out a shuddering exhale, slowly blinking his eyes open as his body grew limp once more. “Wow.”
My mouth twisted up into a smirk.
I trailed my dirty hand up from his belly, to his chest, tracing winding patterns until I reached his neck. The second I had my hand wrapped around his throat, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a shudder rippling through him.
“Blake.”
He let out a soft grunt in response.
“You’re coming back to my cabin tonight.”
If he wanted to accuse me of kidnapping him, then so be it. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time around.
Aftercare wasn’t simply about cleaning up the mess you made of each other afterward. It was so much more than that, and I’d be damned if I let Blake go back to his place, alone, in order to potentially avoid any wandering eyes and risk facing a comedown from something like this by himself.
There was a reason scenes ended with a specific ritual afterward.
I waited until he slowly blinked his eyes open again, repeating what I said to him until recognition bloomed in his gaze.
Finally, he nodded. “Okay.”
My entire body relaxed instantly.
Good.
CHAPTER 19
Blake
Cocoonedinside of an inferno was the best way I could describe what waking up next to Marlow was like.
