“Me either,” she admits. “I’m on birth control. But if you want me to use a condom?—”
“No.” For the first time since she chained me to the bed, I wish I could reach for her. I desperately want to touch her. To hold her. To kiss her. “I want to feel you without anything between us. As long as that’s what you want too. But Blaire?”
“Hmm?”
“There’s something you should know.”
“What’s that?”
“If I come inside your pussy, there’s no turning back. You’ll be mine, sweetheart. And I won’t give you up.”
Heat flashes in her eyes. “I think I like the sound of that.”
Blaire explores my tattoos, tracing them with the tip of her tongue. Her fingernails softly rake along my skin. Slowly, she sits back up, her hips straddling mine. My cock pitches a full-on tent beneath the boxers, but she doesn’t seem in a hurry to rid me of them. Instead, she teases my length through the cotton, using those same fingernails to graze me.
“Fuck, Blaire.”
“Fuck is right,” she agrees, flashing me a wicked grin.
Finally she pulls off my boxers and wraps her hand around my length. Gentle strokes cause precum to leak from my tip, and I watch in rapture as it smears through her fingers. Another night, when I’m not intent on claiming the woman I love for my own, I’ll come on her skin, where I can enjoy the way my seed looks on her.
Another night.
God to think that there’ll be more beyond this night—beyond a holiday I used to hate but will never think the same about again—is almost too much.
Blaire shimmies her hips forward, leaning back so she can stroke my cock through her wetness.
“Oh my—fuck!” I hiss, the sensation so fucking incredible I can’t begin to put to words to it.
I watch as she gyrates her hips, nearly blinded by how fucking good this feels. And I’m not even inside her yet.
“You like watching me play with your cock?” she asks, her tone both sultry and curious.
“Fuck, I could watch you all night, sweetheart.”
“Good to know.”
She plays a little while longer, bringing herself right up to the edge but not going over. I’m about to ask why she’s holding back when she lifts to her knees. She sinks down onto my cock so suddenly I hardly have time to register what happened.
In an instant, she explodes, her pussy convulsing around my dick.
I buck my hips wildly as she cries out, determined to come before her climax subsides. I want to share this moment with her.
She bends forward, bracing her elbows against the mattress as she widens her hips, her tits dangling above my face as I continue to buck into her. I pull so hard at the handcuffs I think I might break them. But dammit, I want to dig my fingers into that ass as I drill home. She meets me thrust for greedy thrust until I can’t hang on any longer.
I let out a guttural groan as I lift my hips off the bed, desperate to be buried as deep inside her as possible as I drain my cock into her depths.
She’s mine.
CHAPTER 11
Blaire
Sometime in the middle of the night, I wake dying of thirst. Not surprising considering how many times Thatcher and I went at it since we returned from the Cupid’s Crawl. We took a break only long enough to eat a quick take-out meal, going until we both passed out from sheer exhaustion.
I’m sore in all the best ways, but still thirsty as hell.
I tug on Thatcher’s T-shirt and slip out of his room to grab a glass of water.
