22. Blair
22
Blair
I ’m fully aware that I’m jeopardizing everything Ford and I have built by letting ourselves cross this line, but I’m powerless to stop it. I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, but it’s so much more than that. What was once a simple want has now become an urgent need. I’m completely his for the taking, but most importantly, he’s now mine as well.
The scorching air crackles with overwhelming heat, his intense gaze igniting an insatiable desire to have his body pressed into mine, never allowing any space to separate us ever again. Despite being in his lap just moments ago, it hadn’t felt like enough, and I’m willing to do whatever is needed to make sure I never go without his touch ever again.
As his tongue wets his bottom lip and I place my hands on the bed to crawl back toward him, it’s clear we’re on the same page. His gaze stays fixed on me as I reach down. I unbutton his jeans and slowly unzip them, needing us to be on an even playing field. I’ve always been comfortable in my skin, never shy about being naked in front of someone else, but I desperately ache for him to be naked with me. I continue my work and tug the jeans down his legs, my smile only widening.
There’s a part of me that has always recognized the uncertainty that Ford feels about himself, but I’ve never understood it. He’s effortlessly captivating with his striking features that make him handsome in his very own unique way. He may not have the ruggedly handsome looks that many women tend to go for, but it’s his softness and charm that have always captivated me and made me realize he’s the one that I want—hell, the one that I need.
With a swift pull, I strip the jeans off his legs, and he willingly helps me along, seemingly appreciative of the newfound freedom from the constraints of the fabric.
However, instead of letting me completely free him, he once again takes control as he reaches for me, and before I can complain, I’m pinned beneath him as he holds my hands above my head by my wrists. “Let me just take a moment to appreciate this. I’ve waited too damn long for this moment,” he explains, his nose running softly along my jawline, before pressing a kiss and trailing downward. He tastes and savors my skin as he moves toward my neck. From there he trails to my shoulder, before finally reaching my right breast.
Right away, my back arches into him, as he licks, nips, and sucks on my pebbled nipple, skillfully using his free hand that isn’t holding himself up to massage the other. While my body is thankful for the feeling, the ache between my legs only grows stronger.
“Ford,” I moan, my breath hitching as he leisurely switches sides. He gives the other breast and nipple equal love before his lips trail down my stomach, gradually moving lower toward my thighs, before gently nudging and parting my legs.
“Say please,” he says, his voice taking on a deep and velvety quality that is completely new to me, yet so utterly enchanting. I’ve yet to experience this side of him, and so far, it’s impossible not to be infatuated and crave more.
“Please,” I plead, my voice filled with desperation. It’s not like me to beg, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. I’m typically a pretty patient person, however, impatience consumes me while he deliberately takes his time, and savors the moment, planting soft kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, the thick stubble of his chin brushing against my body only adding to the experience.
“Good girl,” he teases, just before his lips finally connect with my clit, causing my hips to practically jolt off the bed.
With anyone else, I might feel embarrassed by my body’s responsiveness, but under his expert touch, I can’t help but surrender to the pleasure. My moans grow louder with each lick and suck as he expertly uses his tongue to send me into oblivion. I want to use the excuse of not having been intimate in a while, but with it being Ford— my Ford—it’s only natural that my body would react in this manner.
As if aware of my need and how close I am as I writhe beneath him, Ford’s hand descends. His finger runs softly over my slick center, and a deep, husky groan leaves his lips as he pulls away from my throbbing clit. “Fuck, Blair,” he says once again. “You’re so damn wet and you taste so fucking good,” he compliments, before he takes the small bud into his mouth once more and lets a finger sink inside me.
I gasp, my body welcoming and needing the touch. I lift my body to meet his movements, and one of my hands moves to grip his hair. He starts off slow and gentle at first, then adds another as he increases the intensity. His touch is exhilarating, but my body can only withstand so much as he moves his fingers rhythmically inside me while his mouth continues to suck at my most sensitive area. With each thrust, my body quivers and I feel myself teetering toward the edge. My free hand grasps the comforter, the other tugging on his brown curls, unable to contain my pleasure, as I let out a small scream, calling his name as my back arches and waves of ecstasy crash over me.
With relentless determination, Ford persists in his movements until it becomes evident that my body has reached the pinnacle of release. Finally he eases back and moves his lips up to mine, where I taste the salty and sweet flavor of myself on him.
My body is still doing its best to recover as my eyes slowly flutter open to see a smile that I imagine mirrors my own.
“Hi,” he whispers. While his eyes had been dark before, now they’re filled with nothing but light and softness as he lovingly gazes down at me.
“Hi.” I smile back before leaning up to press my lips against his one more time. “Your turn now,” I say, more than ready to repay the favor. He shakes his head as I raise an eyebrow.
“Next time. Right now, I just want to be inside you,” he says, his words causing my confusion to transform into a knowing smile.
While I’d have no problem going down on him and repaying the favor, I can’t argue with that. I may have tried to tell myself over and over throughout the years that there was no reason to think of my best friend like that; that sex would only complicate things, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t something I’d fantasized about. Now, knowing it’s reality, I’m completely on edge, fully ready to experience everything with him.
If the pleasure and satisfaction I’d felt from him going down on me was any indication of what to expect, I now know that having sex with him and feeling him inside me will far surpass every single expectation I could’ve ever imagined.
As our lips meet again, I run my fingers through the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck, while my other hand gently rests on his chest before slowly making the descent downward. A girl can only wait so long, after all, and I move my hand beneath the fabric of his boxer-briefs, which honestly should’ve been discarded a long time ago.
Through our kiss, I can feel his breath hitch as my fingers wrap around his thick and heavy cock. “Fuck, Blair,” he growls in appreciation, my pussy clenching in need once more.
I let my hand slowly move across his length, taking in the size. “Say please,” I purr against his lips.
“Not a chance,” he somehow manages, but before I can fight him on it, he pulls back, removing his glasses and setting them on the bedside table. He reaches into the drawer and pulls out a condom, a proud smile spreading across his face as he shows me what he’s grabbed.
In a small town like Evergreen, I can’t help but wonder who he’d need those for now that he’s no longer with Jenny, but I forcefully suppress the thought. It doesn’t matter who either of us has been with, because right now, we’re with each other. We’re with the one person we were always destined to be with in the first place. It might have taken us way too long to get here, but at least we made it through, and that’s all I want to focus on.
As he removes his boxers and his cock springs free, I finally get a full view of him for the first time and give him an approving smile. In what feels like record speed, he’s removed the wrapper and sheathed himself as he crawls back toward me, settling between my legs and nudging them apart with his knee.
“You’re so beautiful, Blair,” he whispers, saying my name as if it’s a prayer, his eyes gazing down into mine intently, and I can tell he means it. I’ve heard that line countless times before, often in intimate moments with other men, where their eyes linger on my breasts or my ass. While I can understand the appeal in those moments, it holds a certain significance to hear those words from Ford, of all people.
“So are you.” I smile up at him, placing a hand on his cheek as my thumb spins in soft, lazy circles.
With a surge of desire, I lift myself off the bed, my hand instinctively finding the back of his head, fingers entwining in his disheveled brown hair as our lips crash together once more.
With each passionate and hungry kiss, the heat between us only grows stronger. As my legs entwine around his back, he skillfully positions us before guiding himself inside me. As he enters, a quiet gasp escapes my lips as my body adjusts to accommodate him.
This is not one of those times where we can take it slow or savor the moment. Neither of us can hold back as the intensity overwhelms us. He drives himself deep inside me, and I respond by rolling my hips, eagerly meeting his every thrust.
The room fills with the sounds of our pants and moans, as he nestles and buries his head into my neck, placing the occasional kiss there as my fingers dig tightly into his shoulder blades. My body is completely consumed by him, yet even now, all I can do is crave more as I nudge his head so our lips can meet again.
“Fuck, Blair,” he breathily growls once he manages to untangle his lips from mine and he continues to press himself inside of me. “You feel so fucking good and I can’t even tell you how amazing and beautiful you look as you take me so perfectly.”
His words only make me feel even more desperate for him as the passion engulfs me, igniting the same sensation within my body, and the overwhelming pleasure takes over. Unable to help myself, I cry out his name, my nails digging into his back, likely leaving fresh marks as my body arches and contracts against him.
Undeterred, he maintains his rhythm, pushing me to new levels of ecstasy as I’m hit with wave after wave of pleasure. Gradually, his body tenses up, and he lets out a groan as he comes along with me.
Pulling back slightly, his lips meet mine in a soft, lingering kiss before he gracefully rolls off. However, I’m not ready to lose that closeness. I press myself against him, feeling the warmth of his chest and beating heart, his protective arm enveloping me, as he places a tender kiss on my forehead.
Yes, we should clean up, and we will, but right now I need to savor this perfect moment with him for as long as possible.
“Holy shit,” I say, my breathy giggle mingling with the pounding of my racing heart.
“Holy shit,” he tiredly agrees, sounding equally amused.
I knew being with him would feel good, but I never could have predicted it would feel so electric and so damn right at the same time, like our bodies and souls truly were meant for each other.
“Ready for round two?” I ask. Despite his laughter and the playful shake of his head, I can tell that round two is inevitable, and there’s a good chance for a round three as well. Hell, I’ll take whatever I can get if it’s anything like what we just experienced.