I reach for my bedside table, and he grins.
“Prepared, pixie?”
“Hopeful, striker.”
His grin widens, and my pulse spikes. When he smiles, it’s warm and reckless, and I swear he doesn’t realise how unfairly sexy that happiness looks on him.
I fumble for the box of condoms I stashed there after his last visit, shuddering as his thumb presses against my clit. Gripping a foil wrapper, I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm crests, biting down on my lip as I ride the wave, my release coating his hand.
When I finally open my eyes, Blake’s staring up at me in awe. Tucking my hair behind my ear with his free hand, he says, “You’re so goddamn beautiful, it hurts.”
My cheeks heat, but I’m too high from my release and desperate for more. I pass him the condom, almost crying from the loss of him. But he makes quick work of ripping the foil open with his teeth and rolling it down his length.
Chapter 21
Blake
Watching Juliet come apart for me sends my heart into overdrive. I’ve fallen way too deep for this woman, and it terrifies me to think this might be the last chance for me to feel her in my arms—I never intended to sleep with her today, but I’m too weak to refuse her anything she asks for.
She watches me roll the condom down my shaft, then grips the base of my dick.
“You going to ride me, pixie?” I ask, my voice hitching.
Licking her lips, she nods, rising to her knees to position herself over me.
My heart races as I grip her hips to steady her as she sinks down my length, humming as each barbell rubs against her opening. She rocks against me, and I damn near blow my load from how good she feels.
Curling my body up, I pull her chest flush with mine and crush my lips to hers. Every kiss with her lights my body on fire. The way her lips mould against mine, as if we’re made for each other, and the breathy little moans she makes as our tongues collide.
“Blake,” she whimpers, and it shoots straight to my chest.
I hold her to me with one hand, bracing my other on the bed, as she meets my thrusts with the rocking of her hips. Our movements are measured, unhurried, neither of us wanting this to end, both of us knowing that what comes next will change everything.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she kisses me deeply, her pussy gripping my dick like a vice.
I groan from the sensation, my balls tightening.
“Whoa, baby,” I murmur against her lips as I grip her hips tight, stilling her movement. “I just need a second.”
“Mm…” she hums, her head falling back as she tries to arch into me.
I run my nose over her exposed throat, breathing in her sweet scent. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”
When I regain my composure, I flip us and hitch her leg up so I can push inside her, slow and deep, grinding my groin against her clit. I catch her sinful sounds with my lips when she cries out.
Her fingers trail down my back, and when she reaches my arse, she digs them into my flesh, the sting of pain causing my cock to pulse and throb inside of her. She knows exactly what to do to make me lose control.
I had every intention of drawing this out, but she’s determined to send me over the edge. Nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, I murmur against her sweat-slicked skin, “You trying to make me come, pixie?”
“I’m close,” she gasps. “Please, Blake.”
My name on her lips is all it takes. I drive into her over and over again, my thumb finding her clit as my movements become sloppy. The base of my spine tingles, but I want her to come first.
“Tell me what you need.”
She arches her back and meets every thrust, her walls clenching and releasing. “Kiss me.”
I plunge my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard as her orgasm peaks and she trembles beneath me. It doesn’t take long for me to follow, spilling into the condom as I rest my forehead against her, sharing her breaths as we both come down from the intense release.
