“I want you to come on my face.” My words are hitched and thick, the scent of her arousal dominating my senses. She clutches the top of the headboard and I lick her from centre to clit, hard fast strokes of my tongue that have her melting and dripping.
“Keep thinking of Isaac watching us.” Her breath is staccato, words forced. Her thighs are steel as they fight to keep her upright although she has my hands for that.
Her words resonant as my tongue enters her cunt. Isaac hasn’t mentioned wanting to fuck Blair, but I know he does. When we’ve been together, he’s talked about her, described what I could do to her and to him, but never the pair of them together.
I think about that now. Her between us, both of us touching her. Inside of her. My cock’s hard already and I know that as soon as she’s come I’ll have her on her back with her legs over my shoulders, telling her every filthy thing that we’re going to do to her.
“Do you like Isaac watching us?”
I bite at her clit and suck, not answering with words and she can’t say anything anymore either. Her hands come up to her tits and pinch her nipples, her head tipping back as she comes, her cream coating my face.
I hold her up while she catches her breath and wait for some of the shakes to subside. Lust heavy eyes look down at me.
“Ready to be fucked?”
She nods, incapable of speech.
I move her under me like she’s a doll, putting her legs on my shoulders and opening her up. Blair’s relaxed, but I see the need still there. If I don’t finger her the first time that she comes, she ends up desperate to be filled.
Which I do now with my cock. There’s no mercy, no giving her time to adjust or stretch. She cries out on the first thrust and says my name on the second, her fingernails digging in my back, leaving a mark that’s something more than visible.
“I’d like to see Isaac fuck you.” I say the words, meaning them. “I’d like to watch you with him.”
“Would you be jealous?”
“Yes.”
“Then why?”
Because I’d be jealous of both of them but she wouldn’t understand that yet.
Blair comes hard, pulsing on my dick as if she’s trying to keep me inside her forever. I pull out and turn her over, using an arm to bring her ass up into the air and pushing her chest down. I fuck her hard and fast, needing my release, needing the vein of pain that sits within the abyss of pleasure.
When I come inside her I’ve forgotten where I end and she begins.
Blurred lines.
They should be redrawn.
Chapter Five
Eight weeks ago
Isee something in Isaac’s eyes that I know can be seen in mine. I’ve watched him as the evening’s played out, seen him take in the interactions between politicians and their pawns, seen him watch Blair and Lennox.
He knows more than he gives away. We all do, but he hides it better.
“Goldsmith wants to spend more time with Blair.” Isaac lays his cards out clearly as he approaches. “Don’t trust him.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I know him. And you shouldn’t trust him.”
He looks at me properly for the first time since we met months ago and I see more there than I anticipated.
Curiosity.
There’s been more than a professional interest before, but tonight Isaac’s shoulder’s are relaxed and he isn’t carrying the weight of a country on his shoulders.
