CHAPTER SIX
Tank
Goddamn, I’m having the best dream ever. Blaze’s hand is on my boxers, cupping my dick with her small hand. It hasn’t seen action since the last time she and I were together six months ago, so it’s got a mind of its own.
Not to say I haven’t jerked it. I have, but there’s no one who can get me off the way she does. Blaze isn’t one of those let’s do it in the dark with the lights off on days that start in T kind of women. She’s very sexually aware and knows exactly what she wants. No playing coy with her, she’d much rather grab you by the balls and stick her finger up your ass to make sure you get off hard.
Which is why, when I realize this isn’t a dream and her hand is actually down my boxers wrapped around my cock, I have to put my own hand down there and grip the base to keep from coming.
“Holy shit,” the oath is ripped from my throat as I groan, forcing my eyes open against the lingering effects of the painkillers. “Blaze, I’m gonna come,” I grit my teeth against the need to explode all over the both of us.
I’ve been on edge too long, wound way too fuckin’ tight, trying to figure out what the hell is going on in my life for far too long.
She laughs, deep and throaty. The sound goes straight to my dick, making it throb. “Only thing stopping you from coming is yourself, Trevor.”
“How long have you been touching me?” I inhale deeply, turning my head toward her, catching the scent that’s always hers. Coconut and ocean water. This girl belongs on a beach all day, every day. “Please tell me it was longer than five minutes.”
“Probably seven,” she gives me a saucy smile. “Let me finish,” she slides her hand down to where mine is gripping and then back up, collecting the fluid at the tip to lubricate her way.
I close my eyes, rolling my head around on the pillow. I’m not the type of guy that blows seven minutes into a fucking hand job.
“It’s the medicine,” she whispers in my ear. “It makes some people incredibly horny and puts them on a hair trigger. If it feels good,” she licks my ear with the tip of her tongue and goosebumps appear along my arms. “Let it go.”
I reluctantly let my hand stop gripping the base of my cock, but instead I bury my fingers in her hair, bringing her mouth to mine. “Finish me then, but know while it feels good for a second, it’s nothing like when I go balls deep inside you. I wanna fuck you,” I catch her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her mouth, owning it as much as I can from my prone position.
“I know you don’t like giving me the upper hand, but let me take care of you.”
She’s right, I don’t like to let her pleasure me without reciprocating. It’s so empty. With her, I love to be in the moment, thrusting hard and deep. I love to see her eyes light up, the green turn hazel, and the way her lips quirk into the sexiest fucking grin as she’s about to come. I love to hear the cry of ecstasy that she always tries to hold back, and I ache to feel the rake of her nails down my back.
“Let it go, Trev,” she sucks my lobe into her mouth, yanking tightly on it as she uses her hand to move up and down my length.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, I can feel it gathering at the base of my spine, my entire body tightens as she increases her speed. “I want to come inside you so bad,” I grasp her hair tightly in between my fingers, shoving her mouth into my neck. “Own me, Blaze, fucking own me,” I beg her.
Her teeth bite into the side of my throat and her hand increases speed, pumping me so fast I can hear her beating against my stomach. Hard strokes designed to get me off. Using my free hand, I reach down, cupping my balls, groaning at how tightly they’ve pulled against my body. “Yes,” I groan as I feel myself break the wall. Stabbing my head into the pillow, I close my eyes, throwing my head back. “Yes, oh God, yes. Fuck,” I grasp her hand in mine, jacking my cock together, increasing the speed as I feel her bite my neck again. “Goddamn,” letting go of her hair, I reach up, grasping the metal rail of the headboard as I feel the evidence of my release spill over our entwined hands and onto my stomach.
I’m shaking, panting, praying to God I will always know what this feels like and hoping my pounding heart doesn’t mean a heart attack is imminent.
“Jesus Christ,” I try to regulate my breathing. “I haven’t come that hard from a hand job since I was fourteen years old.”
She giggles beside me, burying her head in my neck. “At least you’re not as tense as you were. Maybe you’ll be more agreeable from now on.”
I make a non-committal sound in my throat, because if this woman thinks she’s going to blow my mind like this and not feel the same kind of pleasure, especially when she’s in my bed, then she’s all kinds of mistaken.
Broken leg be damned. If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s problem solve. This is a problem I definitely don’t mind solving.
Blaze
I’m clamping my thighs together, trying to ease the clenching ache after the hottest hand job session I’ve ever participated in, in my life. Running my hands along my stomach, I let out what I hope is a calming breath, trying to bring my arousal down from its roaring high.
Newsflash. It’s not. Trevor Trumbolt burns me up with how hot he is. There aren’t many men who’ve been able to handle me. I know what I want in bed, and I’m not scared to say it. If it’s about my pleasure, I’m vocal. Trevor is one of the only men I’ve ever been with who doesn’t try to suppress it. His manhood isn’t wrapped up in being the dominant one in the bedroom. We share and alternate that privilege.
“I think my brain shot through my dick,” he’s panting, wincing when he inhales a little too deeply.
“You okay?”
The question is a reaction I can’t temper. My whole life is spent making sure people are okay.
“Blaze, if I wasn’t, I would tell you. But hand to God, if you don’t come straddle my face right now, you’re gonna be sorry.”
His blue eyes are on the verge of black, tumultuous with the onslaught of emotion and arousal shining there.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not gonna hurt me. Trust me enough to tell you if you do, but right now I’m hungry,” his nose nuzzles my cheek and even that touch is enough to make my nipples harden further. “Hungry for my face to be between those luscious thighs of yours. C’mon Blaze, I can fucking smell you,” he scores my jaw with his teeth. “Have some fun.”
“Bad idea,” I moan, before he surprises me by latching his hand onto my thigh, denting my skin with his fingers, and physically lifts me up onto his face. I have no other option than to straddle him.
His voice is deep as he noses my clit. “Hang onto the headboard, baby. I’m about to rock your world.”
Everything he does rocks my world, but I don’t like for him to get too cocky. A gasp of air is all I’m able to suck into my lungs when I feel his tongue flick against my needy clit. Twining my fingers around the metal bars of Trevor’s head board, I moan. “Don’t ease in, Trev. Give it to me, you know how I like it.”
When he closes his lips around my clit and sucks, I realize he does know exactly how I like it. He doesn’t let up as I feel him bring his arms up behind my thighs, then I feel his palms slap against the skin of my ass.
“Fuck!” My head falls against my hands resting on the metal, I close my eyes, and let myself feel.
Trevor’s always been able to push me over the edge faster than any man I’ve ever been with. It’s like he has a step-by-step instructional booklet and he’s a straight-A student.
I lose every bit of resolve I have to make sure he’s okay when I feel the fingers from one hand sneak from behind and thrust into me, working in tandem with his tongue and mouth.
“Oh God,” I cry out, throwing my head back.
He goes after me hard, not letting up when I try to flex my thighs to put some space between us. He slaps my ass again and shoves me further down on his face.
That’s all it takes as I undulate my hips against him, riding the tip of his tongue, riding this orgasm I’ve wanted since I felt him come against my hand. “Shit,” I let my head tilt, feel my long hair brushing the edges of my back, and give myself over to the emotions of release.
No other man has ever made me feel the way Trevor does, and I vow never to take that for granted again. I almost lost it once, I won’t make that same mistake more than once.
I pull my legs from around his face and snuggle next to him. He grabs my hand in his, his thumb caressing my palm in a slow soft stroke. Eventually I hear the even sound of his breathing, letting it lull me back to sleep.