“Okay, so, now that you’ve got me alone, and we’ve got some time, what do you want to do?” I ask. I know that our choices are ultimately up to me, but sometimes I get overwhelmed thinking of all the possibilities.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he says. “And if you’ve got your heart set on something different, just say the word. But I’m thinking I’d like to eat you out until your whole body is shaking and you can’t remember what day it is.”
“You know what? That works for me.”
“Good,” he says. “Now strip out of these leggings and lie back on the bed. I’m going to kneel right here and eat my fill.”
There’s no way in hell I’m arguing with that plan, so I peel my leggings and panties off my body and sit down on the bed. I watch as he strips his shirt off and then caresses my thighs with his palms. Arousal pools between my legs. It’s almost embarrassing, but the anticipation of being with him gets me so hot that I walk around ready for him half the time. I’m not telling him that, though. It would go to his head. But judging by the look on his face when he parts my sensitive flesh, he already knows.
I lean back on my elbows so I can watch because I like watching him when he goes down on me. He’s taking his timeand driving me crazy, but the payoff is going to be so good that I don’t really mind. I spread my legs as he finally moves to my center and places a kiss there. It’s all I can do not to tilt my hips upward and press myself against his face. But I restrain myself, and my patience is rewarded when he parts my folds with his fingers and laps at me with his tongue. His head is bobbing up and down in rhythmic motion as he tastes and teases me. My hands grip his billion thread count sheets as I revel in his touch. Nothing could tear me away from this moment. I’m finally learning to let go and let myself experience pleasure instead of seizing up because I’m worried I won’t be able to climax. Blue has gotten me there every single time, but even if all I get is this incredible feeling, I’m not going to complain. This is heaven and I don’t want it to stop.
But then it stops.
“What the?—”
“Do you hear that?” he asks, looking up at me. His lips are wet with my arousal, and that makes me want to grab him by the back of the collar and put his mouth back where it belongs. “I don’t hear anything. It’s probably—” I stop speaking when I hear theping. It’s both dull and a little high-pitched, and I have no idea where the sound is coming from. And frankly, I don’t care.
Ping. Ping. Ping.There it goes again. It’s a little more urgent now. “Maybe it’s somebody’s alarm?” I ask.
It sounds again, more rapidly this time, making Blue turn toward the window that’s next to his bedside table.
“Holy fuck. It isn’t anybody’s alarm. Hold on.”
He shuffles a foot or so toward the window and then yanks it up, letting a blast of cold air in.
“What the hell do you—Jesus! Are you throwing rocks at me?”
“No, man. Sorry to bug you. But I’m making burgers, and I thought I’d be polite and ask if you want one.” Mickey’s disembodied voice carries up and into the room.
“I’m good, thanks,” Blue calls down.
“You sure? Cause we’ve got plenty. Leo’s my sous chef. Isn’t that a cool word? They say it all the time on the cooking shows. Now I get to say it.”
“Yeah, that’s awesome,” Blue says. “You guys have fun. I’ll see you later.”
“Ok, but if you change your mind,” Mickey says, his voice trailing off.
I hear Leo interject. “I think he’s good, Mick. He’s probably busy.”
“Oh, shit. Did we interrupt something? And what are you doing on the floor”
“Yeah,” I whisper, “what are you doing on the floor?”
Blue shoots me an icy look before turning back to the window. “It’s all good. There’s a, um, spill I’m working on clean up. It’s a real mess up here. And I’ve got to work very hard and quickly, so?—”
“Oh, shit. Is Hazel okay? Doug and I read that incontinence is common in late feline pregnancy. It’s nothing for her to be embarrassed about.”
Nope. It’s all good. I just spilled some candle wax. It’s super hot, though, so I better get to it before it stains. It splattered everywhere. This candle was dripping wet,” he says, giving me a look, “and then it just exploded. Now I’ve got a lot of work to do, so I’ll see you later. Enjoy your burgers.”
Finally, he slams the window shut and turns out the bedside lamp. We’re bathed in darkness, but I can see the gleam in his eyes.
“Candle wax, really? And it was dripping everywhere, huh? Made such a mess?”
Blue cocks his head to the side. “What was I supposed to say, Liza? Sorry I can’t eat right now, guys, my mouth is about to be full of our very delicious equipment manager.”
“Oh, my god. Stop. You are ridiculous.”
“Yeah?” he says, putting his hands back on my thighs. “Well, you’re a freaking vixen. You know what I think I saw on that list of yours? Orgasm denial. Maybe we should try that.”
