Midnight Blue

I felt him moving behind me. My body began to spasm as he fingered and sucked me with his mouth, the new position allowing him to be deeper and rougher than before. And there was another thing that made it hotter than anything I’d ever done. The slight humiliation of having my butt wide-open for him to see. I just found the whole thing out-of-this-world hot, but that’s what you get for messing with a rock star, right?

Alex moved more quickly, more urgently, and I chanced another glance at him when he was busy biting my clit and inserting a third finger into me, my loud moans making him far too high to notice what I was doing. I found him thrusting into my bed, still in his jeans, dry humping it to oblivion and back. I was so consumed by getting off, it hadn’t once occurred to me he was in need of a release, too.

“Alex,” I whimpered when my legs finally gave in, and I collapsed on the bed. He withdrew his fingers, pressing his mouth to my slit and sucking all my juices like it was water in the desert. I came hard on his face. It took me a few seconds to realize what country I was in—Russia—and what time it was—one in the morning—before I turned around to stare at him like he’d broken me. He was still in his jeans and shirt, his back to me, sitting at the edge of the bed and lacing the boots he must’ve kicked off when we started fooling around. I jumped and crawled on my knees all the way to him, placing a hand over each of his shoulders from behind.

“That was…”

“I know,” he finished for me, and I nuzzled his neck, smelling myself on his hot breath. Why was it such a turn-on? Because I was everywhere on him. He smelled of my sex and my lavender and rosemary shampoo. I put my lips to his jaw and sucked. “You need to stop completing my sentences for me.”

“Why? I always get it right,” he said dryly.

I stood up and walked over to grab my bottle of water, taking a slow sip. I stared at him from the other side of the room. I was still naked. The bob of his throat told me he noticed. I didn’t want him to leave. Not before I got him off, too. His eyes raked over my body, sizing me up. When he opened his mouth again, the world faded, and he was the only thing clear enough to see.

“Don’t start what you’re too scared to finish,” he said.

A dare.

“I will finish, Alex. And so will you.”

A promise.

I took a step toward him, feeling brave. He liked what he saw, and he had a hard-on the size of a salami to prove it. His glazed-over eyes warned me he needed nothing more than a few strokes to explode in delirious pleasure. I wanted to take him to the same place he’d taken me. I wanted to take him to heaven.

“Do you make a habit of eating girls out for forty minutes and leaving without any reciprocation?”

His Adam’s apple moved again, but his eyes remained cool and dark, scanning me coldly.

“I haven’t eaten a girl out in a year,” he admitted, his eyes traveling down to my core before he licked his already slick lips. “And I never give without taking.”

I sat beside him, not feeling half as weird as I should have, considering I was oh, so very naked.

“I’m more than willing to give.”

He grabbed the back of my neck and jerked me toward his face. I thought he was going to kiss me, but his mouth traveled past mine to my temple. He put his lips to my ear and hissed, “Kiss my cock through my jeans, Stardust. Show me how hungry you are for it.”

I erected my spine, waiting for him to fall down to the bed so I could straddle him. He didn’t move from his spot. Reluctantly, I got down on my knees in front of him and prodded his legs to make myself some room.

“Told you I’ll get you on your knees willingly, Bellamy .”

I blushed. He used my last name as a weapon, and it worked. I didn’t like to be called that. It was at that moment I decided to stop calling him Winslow.

When my head was leveled with his groin, I put my lips to his zipper. I pressed close-mouthed kisses all over his groin, my pulse quickening in my neck. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even look at me. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’d turned on the TV behind me and was watching something mindless. The only proof he was with me in that moment was the way his chest moved above me with uneven breaths.

I opened my mouth and licked his jeans, kissing his clothed groin eagerly, finding myself rocking back and forth. What was wrong with me? I’d never been that forward with a guy before. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and moved them up and down, tracing the size, width, and the curve of his penis. I could smell him, his penis, and that made me elated with need. The feeling confused me. I’d never wanted to go down on a guy before. I thought it was gross. Maybe even dirty. And Alex wasn’t even my boyfriend. He wasn’t my anything.

“All right, that’s enough of your cock tease. Take it out.”

I undid his jeans, maybe a little too quickly, because I heard him chuckling above my head.

“Put it in your mouth.”

“I’ve never done it before,” I muttered, more to justify it to myself the moment I screwed it up.

“It’s not rocket science.”

“Don’t be crude.”

“Don’t stall. You said you want to suck my cock. Now’s as good a time as any.”

I covered some of his shaft and sucked. Maybe half of it. There was still more skin I couldn’t reach, so he took my hand and curled it around the base of his dick.

“Squeeze.”

I clutched it, and he closed his eyes, looking tortured. A beautiful prince giving in to the moment. It inspired me to squeeze even harder, sucking on his hot, silky flesh and moving my mouth up and down. He pushed inside me, slow at first, but steady enough so that his tip touched the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes burning with tears. He grabbed my shoulder and yanked me on top of him, so that he was lying on the bed and I was still sucking him off, naked, but on top of him. His fingers grazed my damp slit again, and I purred into his cock, which made it jerk in my mouth. Rapture. Euphoria. Stars in my eyes . No one had ever told me sucking someone off could make you feel powerful, rather than degraded. I felt like I owned Alex in that moment, and the feeling was…priceless.

I pumped my hips into his hand, wanting more, sucking him off eagerly. He grabbed the back of my head and changed the pace, going faster, and deeper, and so much rougher than I’d ever imagined it could be. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me, and the position made his abs tense with every thrust he made into my mouth. He retrieved two fingers coated in my warm juices from my pussy and pinched my clit with them, playing with my arousal and rubbing it along my slit now.