I was bored out of my mind and couldn’t figure out the best way to make my escape. It was nearing evening, and I’d already finished everything I could possibly do in my shop, plus helped Blair and Kevin get the rooms ready for tomorrow. They planned on using the bunkhouses for company retreats, while groups like this one coming in tomorrow would be put up in a suite of rooms on the second floor. The contractors they’d hired had done amazing work, putting rooms together so that guests would have up to four bedrooms and a main sitting area with a small kitchenette, giving them plenty of options about what they wanted to do.

Now that all the work here was done however, Blair and Kevin were getting into one of their aura cleansing moods. I didn’t begrudge them their beliefs, but it wasn’t exactly the most fun thing to watch if you’d seen it a hundred times growing up. I’d agreed to spend the night in the room they’d set up for me since that meant I wouldn’t have to get up early to be here before the guests, but now I was wondering if that was a mistake. If I’d been going home, I could’ve listed a hundred things I needed to do when I got there and left early, but because they knew I was staying, any excuse to leave would mean I didn’t want to be out here with them. They’d always given me my space to do my own thing, but I couldn’t help feeling guilty for wanting to get away after not having seen them in so long.

When my phone rang, I grabbed for it, hurrying out of the room as I answered, “Hello?”

I hadn’t even thought to look at the Caller ID. A telemarketer would’ve been welcome at this point.

“Brea?”

There was no mistaking that voice. “Blake?”

“Yeah. Are you busy?”

“No.” I wasn’t busy, but I was curious.

“Can you come over?”

The question sounded casual, but there was something under the words that I couldn’t put my finger on. Something that made me think that he’d called me because I was the only one who could give him what he needed.

“I’ll be there in a few.”

We were going to have sex; that wasn’t even a question in my mind. Whether or not he’d share the real reason he’d called me, I didn’t know, but I’d be there for him either way.

First, however, I was going to take a quick shower, during which I’d come up with a valid, but not entirely honest, reason to give my parents for why I was leaving.

I’d dressed casually this time. I didn’t exactly know what this was, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t a date. I didn’t think it was even a ‘booty call’ either. I didn’t have much experience with those sorts of things, but it didn’t really feel like that to me. It felt like something was wrong, and he needed me.

I had my hand up to knock when the door opened, and Blake caught my wrist, pulling me to him. I had a moment to register my own surprise, and then his mouth was on mine, hard and urgent. His hands moved over my back and down to my ass, squeezing it, and then sliding his hands under the back of my shirt. I made a sound in the back of my throat as his work-roughened fingers slid across my skin.

He kicked the door closed and then pressed me back against it, his body firm against mine. His teeth worried at my bottom lip, tongue soothing it before plundering my mouth again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his hair, letting my body say what I didn’t have words for.

His hand worked its way into my pants, under the elastic waistband of my panties, fingers probing and parting flesh, finding my clit. He wasn’t gentle, making circles back and forth as he swallowed my whimpers and cries, but I didn’t push him away. He needed to make me come even more than I wanted it.

The pressure building inside me quickly reached the boiling point, and I came on his hand, shuddering and shaking with the intensity of my climax. I broke the kiss to drop my forehead onto his shoulder, his strength the only thing keeping me on my feet.

I reached for his pants, but he caught my hands. I raised my head and found him looking at me.

“Not here, not like this.”

I brushed my lips across his. “Well, that was one hell of a welcome.”

His mouth twitched, but I didn’t see any humor in his eyes.

Something was very wrong. “Are you okay?”

He straightened, keeping one arm around my waist. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” I lightly touched the side of his face. “I won’t push. Just know I’ll listen.”

He nodded once, a shadow crossing his face. “And if listening isn’t what I called you over here for?”

I ran my hands over his chest, pleased to see desire flaring in his eyes. Some people might think that talking out problems was the only solution, but there was something to be said for distractions too.

“Lead the way.”

He took my hand, our eyes locking as he kissed my knuckles. We headed straight for the stairs, and I followed him up, admiring the way his tight ass moved in his jeans. Just because this wasn’t a date didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view.

The room he took me into looked like a guest room rather than his bedroom, but I wasn’t insulted. A bedroom was a very personal space, and even in the short time I’d known him, I could tell he wasn’t someone who allowed people close very often. Maybe, one day, we’d get there. Maybe not. For right now, I intended to enjoy things as they were.

“You remembered about the bed,” I said lightly.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it,” he said. He turned toward me. “I…want to try something with you.”

“Want isn’t what you were going to say first,” I said, “is it?”

“No,” he admitted.

“Then say it.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head. “I’m here, with you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Need,” he said quietly. “I was going to say that I need to try something with you. But I don’t need it–”

“It’s okay,” I said as I took off my pants. “Tell me. I’ll be honest. If it’s too much, I’ll say it.”

When he walked over to a set of closet doors, I thought he was going to reject my offer, but instead, he opened the closet and stepped aside to let me look in.

I recognized most of the toys, though I hadn’t ever used any of them. Fuzzy handcuffs. A flogger. A crop. A couple vibrators of varying sizes and shapes were on top of a shelf. Blindfolds.

Seriously, not a guestroom.

“It’s all right if you’re not interested in this sort of thing,” he said. “I don’t need it.”

“Yes…” I met his gaze and held it, “you do. Maybe not all the time, but right now you need it.”

I picked up one of the blindfolds. It was a soft satin mask, crimson, with delicate floral patterns sewn in. I turned to the toys and selected a smooth silicone vibrator. When I turned back to him, he was watching me, his expression unreadable.

I walked back over to him and held out the toy and the blindfold. “You’re in charge.”

He took them both and gestured toward the bed. “Strip.”

Since I was mostly undressed, I removed my underwear and bra, setting them on top of the rest of my clothes. Then I went and sat on the edge of the bed. He came over to stand in front of me, then reached out, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “I’ll say if I want you to stop.”

He slid the mask into place, effectively blocking out my vision, but it didn’t bother me. I knew I could trust him. Whatever he was going to do, I was sure I’d enjoy it.

“Lie back.”

I pushed myself back onto the bed and laid down, leaving myself open and exposed to him. I had butterflies in my stomach, but they were more anticipation than anxiety.

I heard a low buzzing sound and braced myself for what came next.

Except it didn’t touch where I’d expected it. Instead, I felt a faint vibration against the bottom of my right breast. My hands convulsed at my sides as he circled my breast with the toy, letting the unfamiliar sensations travel across my nerves. When it touched my nipple, I gasped, arching my back. My nipple hardened into a tight little nub, and a shiver ran through me. Damn, that felt amazing. How had I not tried that before?

He repeated the process on the other side, neither of us saying a word. The only sounds I heard were my own ragged breathing and the low hum of the vibrator, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. I didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with other noise or tell him what I wanted him to do. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t touching me with his flesh. We connected in a way that I couldn’t begin to describe or understand, but it was real, and that was all that mattered at this moment in time.

The vibration moved between my breasts, and then down my stomach and over my belly button.

I couldn’t help it. I giggled.

“Really?”

He sounded amused, and I wondered if he was smiling.

“I’m ticklish.”

He laughed. “We won’t explore that tonight, but I’ll file it away for possible future use.”

Future use? Did that mean tonight wasn’t a one-off?

I filed that away for my own future examination, then sucked in a breath when the vibrator moved lower. He moved it slowly, nothing like the frantic touching before, but his goal was the same.

He was determined to make me come.

When the vibrator finally touched my clit, I smacked my hands against the bed. I wanted to grab him, sink my nails into those delightful muscles of his.

But I couldn’t see him, and no matter how amazing he was making me feel, I was still aware enough to know that if I tried to touch him while I was blindfolded, I’d probably end up stabbing him in the eye or something else as equally damaging and embarrassing.

I squirmed, wanting to get away from the overwhelming sensations but also never wanting them to stop.

“Stop moving.”

He didn’t raise his voice, but I froze anyway.

Then the vibrator was gone, and his mouth latched onto one of my throbbing nipples. I let out a wordless cry as a new rush of arousal flooded me. Using his mouth, he followed the path the vibrator had taken, licking and sucking, mixing in the occasional bite. The heat that had flushed my skin turned into a fire, burning a trail that had every cell in my body screaming for more.

By the time he reached my clit, I was already hovering on the edge. Two quick flicks with his tongue, and then he pushed two fingers inside me. My entire body jerked. There was something about not being able to see what was coming next that made it all much more intense. He curled his fingers, and I knew what he was searching for. His tongue was still moving over and around my clit when he found it.

I’d heard the expression ‘seeing stars’ before, but I didn’t see stars when I climaxed. I saw fireworks, an explosion of colors that rocked me to my core. I’d had great orgasms in the past, but there was something deeper about this one, something more primal.

The mattress moved underneath me, but my brain was still misfiring enough that I couldn’t quite register what was happening until it shifted again, and I knew Blake was getting back onto the bed. He took my hands and moved them up over my head, holding them in place with one hand. He moved again, the heat of his body and movement of the mattress telling me he was straddling my shoulders.

“Open your mouth.”

I did and felt something hot and smooth trace along my bottom lip. I darted my tongue out, tasting salt and sweat and him. He made a pleased sound and then his cock was sliding into my mouth and across my tongue. He was thick and heavy, and exactly what I’d imagined.

He leaned over me, tightening his hold on my wrists as he moved deeper. I wanted to touch him even more now than I had before, not to stop him from making those shallow little thrusts into my mouth, but to feel his power beneath my hands, feel the way the muscles would bunch and flex.

“Snap your fingers if it’s too much.”

His voice was hoarse, and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. I wanted him to go in my mouth, to feel him lose control and know that I was the one who caused it. Fortunately, I loved giving oral sex, and I’d always been someone who threw herself into everything she loved.

I did so now with enthusiasm, sucking hard as he pulled back, then using my tongue when he pushed forward. It didn’t take long before his strokes became jerky and short, the grasp on my wrists tightening to the point of pain, and then he came.

Groaning my name.