In a bid to calm my thundering heartbeat, I glanced up at Caitlyn... which had the exact opposite effect.
She sat there, her heated gaze fixed on us. One strap of her overalls hung loose where she’d undone the button, her fingers squeezing her breast as she watched unapologetically.
Fuck.
Blaise’s fingers returned to me—first the buttons of my pants, then the zipper, then the hem. And before I could ask him to slow down, before I could warn him that I wouldn’t last if he didn’tslow the fuck down, he dragged both my pants and underwear down over my hips.
My gaze dropped to him, just in time to catch the heated look on his face as my cock bounced free, and he pressed the flat of his tongue to the underside of my length, dragging it slowly upward, inch by agonizing inch.
Then the intrusive thoughts burst free.
I hadn’t showered since last night, when Isadora had instructed me to. Shame coiled tight in my gut that she could stillintrude on my thoughts in a moment like this. My mind snagged on it, absurdly wishing I’d had the forethought to ask for that bath before—
Blaise’s soft lips wrapped around my weeping crown.
He let out a groan so primal it reverberated straight down my length. The scent of his desire billowed off him, thick and overwhelming, and suddenly I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. I barely managed to lift my hand, my fingers threading through his silky blond strands, before he sank down on me—the entire length of my cock disappearing into his mouth in a single, devastating motion.
I was sure actual words tore from my throat, but the thunder of my pulse in my ears drowned them out.
I’d pictured this moment as many times as there were stars in the sky, and not one of those fantasies lived up to the reality. His movements were gentle yet hungry. Saliva welled in his mouth, creating the perfect slide as he bobbed his head, the tip of my cock bouncing against the back of his throat every time he took me in, and—fuck—I really,reallywasn’t going to last.
My eyes flicked, unbidden, to Caitlyn.
She’d loosened the second strap of her overalls, the fabric pooled low around her waist. One hand still cradled her breast, while the other was hidden beneath the corded material gathered at her hips, her fingers moving in time with Blaise’s mouth as she stroked herself.
And that was all it took to have me ready to fall off the ledge.
Pleasure licked up the back of my spine. My head tipped back, the heat of Blaise’s mouth, the soft graze of his teeth along my length, only feeding the inferno about to unleash itself. My fingers tugged at his hair, the words“Blaise, I’m about to—"dying on my tongue as his hands wrapped around me, one flat against my back, the other gripping my ass as he took me even deeper.
“Fuck—” was all I managed to grind out as pleasure consumed me.
Blaise stilled, my cock pressed deep in his throat as he swallowed around the first pulse of cum that hit the back of his mouth. My fingers dug into the back of his head, my body folding in on itself as pleasure tore through every fiber of me, dispelling hunger along with every thought except howfucking goodthis felt.
Blaise didn’t move, his throat working as he guided me through my orgasm, and Gods—we could have been doing this for afucking decadeif I hadn’t been such a fucking idiot.
And only when the final pulse of pleasure left me, my body no longer weak from hunger but heavy with emotional and physical exhaustion, did Blaise finally pull his mouth from me. But instead of a sly grin or an inappropriately timed joke, he lifted my feet free of my pants before folding them neatly along the seams.
“I love youso fucking much.”
“I know,” he said, getting to his feet, his fingers tracing gently down my arm before his fingers entwined with mine. “I love you too. And I love our mate, who has been very patient up until now,” he said, flicking his gaze over his shoulder to Caitlyn, who’s entire body had frozen, one hand still in her pants. Blaise’s voice dipped low, seduction dripping from every word. “Let’s reward that, shall we?”
Fingers still entwined with mine, he guided me toward the bed. He only let go once he was sure I wouldn’t topple off it. As I shimmied to the middle of the mattress, Blaise turned his attention to Caitlyn.
His fingers wrapped around her wrist. He tugged gently, pulling her glistening fingers free from the fabric and lifting them for inspection.
“Did you enjoy watching me suck his cock?” he asked, before his lips latched around the tip of one of her fingers. He pressed it into his mouth with the same deliberate motion he’d used on me, and a whimper slipped from her.
“Yes,” she breathed.
His eyes fluttered closed as he savored the taste of her. My mouth welled with saliva, and what I wouldn’t do to taste my mate’s wetness from watching us off her fingers too. But the sight of Blaise’s lips letting go of her finger, and the wicked grin on his face, had me wanting to watch them just as much.
“Do you think he’ll enjoy watching me use my mouth on you just as much?”
He slid a second finger into his mouth.
Caitlyn’s eyes flicked to me, her gaze lingering on my cock—rock hard, a pearl of precum beading at the tip in anticipation of watching Blaise go down on her. She nodded, her voice crackling as she returned her gaze to him.
“Yes.”
