“And I’m not giving you up. Even if you think you’re not good enough. You’re more than.”
I follow her back to the castle, watching the cousins who’ll be her enemies just as much as maybe Majjie will be, or Goldsmith. Her words are futile.
Men like me can never be good enough.
Grenades don’t get happy endings.
* * *
Blair comes to my room after midnight. She’s dressed in a tiny black slip that serves as a nightgown and I can see the outline of her nipples through it.
We should talk. I should ask her how she’s feeling after today. Mention Lennox; how fitting the service was; how well she read. I’d been to enough funerals to know the right things to say, but there was nothing right tonight.
We should talk about Isaac.
“Do you want me to be here?”
I yank off the sheet and blanket that’s covering me so she can see my erection. Her eyes immediately go to my cock and her lips part.
“I’m guessing that’s your way of saying yes.”
“Take off what you’re wearing.”
Her eyes move up to mine. “What’s the magic word?”
I smile. “Orgasm.”
She tips her head back and laughs, then pulls the slip off over her head without ceremony.
“See, it worked. Now come here.”
We don’t talk about today or in the hotel room when the gun shot rang out. We don’t talk about Isaac. My mouth takes hers, even though she’s on top. I tangle my fingers in her hair and push her closer to me, dominating and taking.
With the other hand I cup her breast, massaging and pinching and squeezing. She hitches further up my body, her clit pushed to my balls, tits dangling onto my chest.
“You need my cock, dirty girl?”
Blair sits up and takes hold of my dick, pumping it twice. Pre-cum sits at the top and she looks at it with big eyes.
“Put my cock in your mouth.” My hands go behind my head. It’s not usual for her to be so submissive; she likes to fight, but tonight she’s asking to be told.
Her head bows down before me and she lifts my cock to her mouth like it’s chocolate and licks, softly. Too softly. I reach down to tug her hair, urging her on.
She doesn’t need the encouragement, starting to suck at me, taking me deep enough for her to gag slightly. I pull her back at that point; as much as I like her enthusiasm I don’t want the struggle and watering eyes that some men find a turn on.
I’d rather she enjoy it.
“Look at me, Blair.”
Her eyes look up, large and blue. The sorrow I expect to see in them isn’t there. Something carnal lurks, a need I know she’ll see in mine. The last time she did this, Isaac was behind her, pulling her hair, directing her. I mimic what he did, how he clutched and guided, utter the same words of encouragement until I feel myself nearing.
“I’m nearly there.” I feel the tug in my spine, a tell that I’m close.
She takes me deeper, her grip around the base of my cock tightening. We’ve done this enough now for her to know what will happen next.
My hands cup her head, giving her the rhythm that I need and I fix my eyes on her blonde head between my legs, my cock in her mouth and I can’t think of anything that would make this better apart from a dark-haired man standing behind her, whispering his dirty words into her ear.
I fill her mouth and throat with my cum, everything around us fading to nothing. The ebb and flow of my release slows, landing me back in a reality where everything is us. Without giving her time to speak, I pull her up, my hands gripping her slim hips and put her centre above my mouth.
