I BIT INTO MY CHEEK, trying to stop myself from smiling at the way she fidgeted in the passenger seat as I drove us back to the hotel. She thought there was still time for me to change my mind; it was written all over her face. The thing was, I’d been going in the wrong direction for nine fucking years. Changing my mind would be like throwing myself back into oncoming traffic.
If I could even make it that far.
All of this silence and patience… desire and anticipation… My body was shaking, trying to hold back from her.
Her squirming was only part of the reason my eyes had trouble staying focused on the road. Her fancy shirt was molded to her breasts and her nipples were hard and poking against the wet fabric. I thought of Miami and how I was a fucking idiot for waiting so long to taste them. Her dark jeans were tight when she’d been on stage, now they looked like they were spray-painted on and fuck if my dick didn’t jump at the thought of peeling them off.
I shifted in my seat to adjust my obnoxious fucking erection, my jeans draining more water into the seat with the movement. Good thing this was a rental.
Throwing the car in park in front of the hotel, I reached behind her for my jacket that I’d tossed in the backseat earlier and held it in front of her.
“I’ll ruin it,” she said, looking from the navy sport coat back to me with concern.
“Blay,” I said tightly. “Your nipples are about to cut right through your shirt and while I’m dying over here, painfully enjoying the sight for the entire damn drive, there is no way in hell I’m letting anyone else—or any cameras—see what’s mine.”
Fuck if I haven’t wanted to call her that since I was too young to know everything that it could mean.
A second later the jacket was on and she was tucked underneath my arm as we quickly navigated the lobby, catching only a few curious stares but no cameras.
The doors didn’t shut fast enough before I had her up against the back wall of the elevator, my lips crushed to hers, searching for the warm sweetness that I was ravenous for. She whimpered—a sound that did to my dick what the bell did for Pavlov’s dogs. I shifted against her, needing more contact, and rode my knee up between her legs. Her needy pussy immediately started grinding against me.
The elevator music that hummed in the background was just as ridiculous a soundtrack to the demanding kiss and unabashed dry-humping as Christmas carols playing during a porno.
Ding. Time’s up.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her towards my room enjoying the rosy tint to her cheeks and the deep blue desire crashing in her eyes.
2202.
2204.
2208. Finally.
Kicking the door shut behind us, I hauled her back into my arms. Desperate. After so long. Finally getting everything I wanted.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pulled her lips just to mine. I wanted her. All of her. Every moan. Every touch. Every cry. Every shade of red she turned when she came. Screw the past and screw Ash. Even if this ruined our friendship—even if this ruined me—I needed to be with her. Inside of her. I needed to claim every last inch of Blake Tyler for myself.
“Are you sure?” I growled into her mouth, our heavy breaths mingling in the fraction of a space between us.
“I feel like I should be asking you that,” she murmured. “I’ve been ready for nine years.”
I bit her lip for reminding me just what a fucking moron I was and then crushed my lips over hers. My hand pulled her tighter against my mouth, allowing my tongue deeper inside her sweet warmth to feel every inch. Her hips rocked against mine, silent praise and pleas for giving her what she needed as I licked and stroked into her.
“Jesus, Blay, I want you so bad,” I panted, pulling back from her.
I watched the bone-chilling fear flash over her features and I knew she thought this was going to be a repeat of the other night.
“If I don’t make an attempt now to get us towards the bed, I’m going to end up fucking you against the door,” I groaned, taking her hand as the color returned to her cheeks in full force.
“And if I said I wasn’t opposed to that?” she murmured as I led her through the spacious, elegantly furnished suite that was reserved for me.
When I’d checked in yesterday, it had just been another fancy-ass hotel room. Tonight, I was glad that it was the nicest fucking hotel room I’d even seen because I’d been waiting a decade for this moment—and she had, too; everything should be perfect.
Opening one of the doors that partitioned the bedroom from the living space, I pulled her ahead of me, following behind as our shoes squished on the carpet.
“I’d tell you that I am.” I stopped her in front of the bed, turning her to face me. “There’s no way that after waiting this long I’m not going to properly savor every forbidden inch of you in a bed.”
My hand dropped hers to unbutton my shirt that clung to my chest. The hunger in her eyes as I pulled the damp fabric off of me made it hard for me to force myself into going slow.
With a wet plop, my shirt dropped to the floor and a second later, Blake closed the distance I’d created, her hands planting firmly on my chest. Clenching my teeth, I tried to restrain myself as her fingers grazed over my skin, tracing along my collarbone, down over my chest, along the flexed ridges of my abs. Her touch drove me insane. I handcuffed her wrists with my fingers before they went any further.
“My turn.”
I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and, like I was unwrapping the only Christmas gift I’d ever wanted, peeled it up and over her head and let it fall next to mine. My teeth ground together, seeing her small tits that were pushed up and together by the plain black bra she was wearing. They were perfect. I reached behind her, tracing up her spine and not missing the way it made her chest jump as her breath caught in her throat. When the clasp released, I tugged the straps from her shoulders and let the last barrier fall away.
She swayed towards me, craving my touch. And I wanted to touch. Hell, I wanted to touch and taste and fuck the perky pink tits that taunted me. But first, I just wanted to savor this moment of being mesmerized.
“I’ve imagined your breasts so many ways, Blay. So many ways… So many times…” I broke off, my voice choked. “I always knew they’d be beautiful. But I had no idea.”
In a trance, my hand raised to grab one rosy nipple between my fingers and tugged. Her whole body shook as pleasure rippled through it and, gripping her upper arms, I pushed her back until her knees hit the bed, forcing her to sit.
Her legs spread immediately as I knelt in front of her.
This was what I’d always wanted but never could take.
My hands slid to her waist, holding her perfectly still so I could lean forward and flick one nipple with my tongue. Her gasp was like music to my ears—the beginning of a song that I was going to play over and over again.
Cupping the soft weight toward my mouth with one hand, the other slid around to support her back. With the growl of a man who’d been starved for almost a fucking decade, my lips closed over the taut peak.
Silken and sweet. Jesus, she tasted like everything I could ever want.
Slow, I instructed myself as I let my tongue swirl over and around her flesh, trying to focus on her little mewls of pleasure and not on how my dick was about to explode in my pants.
I had control—but there wasn’t much of it left.
I sucked hard on her tit and she cried out, her hands digging into my scalp to pull my mouth tighter to her. I took my time turning every inch of that breast pink before turning my attentions to the next. By the time I was done—or I was forced to be done because my cock was so swollen in my wet jeans that circulation was being lost—she was gasping my name; if I didn’t stop now, she’d orgasm without me. Without me inside her.
And that wasn’t happening again. No. Fucking. Way.
“I could spend days on your beautiful breasts, Blaybaby. Days…” I rasped as I pushed her back onto the bed, admiring my handiwork on her red, swollen nipples. They were vibrant red tattoos of how delicious she tasted.
“Zach, please,” she whimpered, writhing on the comforter like she was lying on a bed of flames.
My fingers dug into her hips, pushing her into the mattress for a split second before I flicked open her jeans, hooked onto the waistband, and unpainted the denim from her skin, taking her underwear right along with them. Pink porcelain greeted me, still cool to the touch as I tossed the last of her clothes to my side.
“Just one taste.” She was watching with wide eyes, propped up on her elbows. I rubbed my hand over my eyes, like I couldn’t believe what I was seeing—that I was seeing her, spread wide in front of me, her slick pussy begging to be filled. “So beautiful, Blay. So wet.”
This was what my dreams were made of. My little runaway with her pink sex dripping and clenching for me.
I sighed, running my hands up her thighs and then letting one finger drift along her wet slit. She shivered on the bed as I leaned in, inhaling the scent of her that was only for me. Holding her legs wide for me, I groaned pressing my tongue flat against the base of her pussy and letting it run slowly up to the velvet bud between her folds, taking every drop of her with me as I went.
I knew she didn’t have long as I slipped one finger inside her passage, feeling the way her muscles flexed around my finger. A second slow lick was accompanied by a second finger inside of her. And then I went three for three.
Stretched.
Perfect.
Forcing my tongue away from her drugged sweetness, I pulled back and stood to strip off the rest of my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers.
Small hands covered mine. “Let me.” Hungry eyes looked up to mine as her tongue darted out over her lower lip which was even fuller because I’d been making her bite it.
Fuck.
My body vibrating, I clenched my jaw as she undid the zipper on my jeans, stifling a groan at the pressure against my cock. I saw stars when she tugged the waist down over my massive erection and dragged my jeans to my ankles. My cock was red, angry, and throbbing as it bobbed heavily right in front of her face. I watched the subtle widening of her eyes and the lick of that damn lip. She wanted to taste me. To suck me. And fuck if I didn’t want to shove my dick down that pretty little throat of hers and watch those red lips leave streaks down my shaft.
Christ. I tried to inhale. I didn’t think I’d ever been this hard.
Never one to be subtle about what she wanted—especially when it came to me—I watched her slim fingers wrap around me and pull me towards her mouth. My hips jerked and I quickly unpeeled her hand from my length before she found herself with a face full of cum.
“Next time, Blakebaby,” I growled and pushed her back onto the bed.
If I survived this time.
Climbing between her thighs felt like coming home—if home was a place I’d dreamt about but never been. My thick arousal lay wedged against her hot core. Throbbing. Demanding. Leaking with raging desire. I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing against her, craving the wet friction of her body.
“Please tell me you’re on the pill.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, nodding as her knees rose on either side of my hips, landing me further encased by her slick folds. “I’ve never had sex… unprotected… before,” I ground out, my vision going white as her heat soaked me, “but I can’t stand the thought of not feeling you tonight.”
She whimpered. “I know, Zach. I know…” Wrapping her legs around my waist, she moaned, “I need you inside me.”
Hungry lips sought mine. I gave her the kiss she was searching for—the one that sealed this, and us—the one that made this for keeps.
I positioned my tip at her entrance, letting her desire drench me.
“Blakebaby…” I groaned as I pushed inside of her impossibly tight core.
Hot velvet gripped my cock. Heaven. Hell. Hers. Inch by torturous inch, I slid inside her and her small gasps had the power to end me. I refused to release her gaze. Watching the way her lip quivered, the way her breath struggled, as I spread her muscles and stretched them wide to accommodate me was hypnotic. Sparks marched down my spine, demanding my surrender to the need to slam inside of her and take what I’d dreamt of for years.
But she was too perfect for that.
Tonight was too important for that.
“You ok?” I could barely focus on her as I pushed the last inch of my dick into her unbelievable pussy, dying little by little in the hot vise around me.
“Yeah,” she exhaled and shifted underneath me, her muscles rippling around mine.
“Fuck,” I swore at the mind-numbing sensation. Nine years. Nine fucking years. I felt like pleasure had been boiled down and cut like the finest drug before it was injected in almost-fatal amounts back into my veins. Groaning, I sunk my teeth into the side of her neck desperately trying to hold on as I began the torturous pull back out of her.
“You can… go faster.” Her long legs wrapped around me. I froze, the head of my dick just inside her entrance.
“Christ, Blay, I want to go more than faster, but I don’t want to hurt you.” My arms shook as I rested my weight on them, trying to keep myself from ramming into her.
Her head turned towards mine and she said with a soft, throaty whisper, “I need you to go faster.” She arched against me, her legs giving me no retreat, and I sank swiftly back into her heaven.
There she was, the girl who would smear mud all over her Sunday-best to get what she wanted.
And fuck if I didn’t want to give it to her.
She gasped at the barely-familiar invasion—the kind that said I filled her perfectly and that she was desperate for more.
A growl tore from my chest as my mouth captured hers. Pushing my tongue roughly inside her lips, I drove my cock into her just like she wanted—faster and unforgivingly. Her hands ran frantically over my body, gripping and scratching, needing more.
I couldn’t think. All I knew was that I needed more of the friction of her body around mine as I pounded into her. And my Blay was right there with me, meeting each grinding thrust, panting and moaning with each unyielding assault.
Our hips slapping together sounded like a fucking slow clap leading up to the most incredible moment of my life. Faster and faster. Louder and louder. I heard each time I slid into her sopping wet pussy and more of her desire leaked between us
I felt her orgasm build—a sensation that would have been lost with a fucking condom. Her muscles quivered, her legs opening wider, demanding that I drive deeper inside her, hitting that tender spot with each stroke.
“Come for me, baby,” I grunted into her lips.
Her whole body tensed and arched as she screamed my name. Her orgasm crashed through her, making her needy sex jerk and clench greedily around my cock. Her scream—like a fucking siren’s song—pulled me to my little death.
“Blay…” Her name spilled from my lips as I exploded inside her. My release erupted long and hard as I filled her with my cum.
Mine.
Goodbye, Press.
Goodbye, Fans.
Goodbye, World.
Blake Tyler was mine.
I collapsed onto her, our bodies quaking together, aftershocks rushing over us in tandem. I kissed along her jaw, burying into her neck and breathing in deep. Cookies. And sex. Both sweet and delicious. Her fingers trailed up and brushed gently along my cheek, like she couldn’t believe it either.
“Part of me wants to tell you that I never knew it could be like that,” I said, my voice barely even a whisper, afraid to let the force of my emotions show. “The other part tells me that I always knew it would be like that with you.”
I felt her swallow, her heartbeat picking up pace underneath me. “Me, too.”