Blair
“J esus Christ. Oh my God. Lord have fucking mercy. ”
Denver looks up from between my legs, where it’s officially taking very little effort to draw out another orgasm. My clit’s so sensitive, I’m convinced I can come from him staring at it with intent. I wiggle on the bed, the sheets sticking to my sweat-soaked back, and temporarily release the hold I have on his hair. It’s a miracle I haven’t ripped it all out, although I don’t think he’d mind. He hums against my skin anytime I yank his hair or press crescent moon shapes into his flesh with my fingernails.
“Baby, this is definitely not the time or place to be praying.”
Jerk.
“I think I need to,” I say breathlessly—a small part of me thankful for the conversation, because it means there’s a break between the most intense orgasms of my life. “It might be the only way I survive this.”
“All you have to do is say the magic word and I’ll ease up.” He homes in on my protruding nipple, flicking his tongue gently over it while he waits for my answer. Becoming impatient, he turns to biting and sucking at my tits. No doubt leaving the same type of hickeys he marked me with last time.
My problem, it turns out, is I’m too stubborn to admit defeat. Instead, I need to win at his game. Make him come so hard he can’t go on. “ Fuck me. ”
His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he slowly fists his cock between my legs. “Yeah?”
“I need to feel you, and I want to watch you come all over my pussy.”
This time, it’s him who has to catch his breath. “… fuck. ”
I sit up, pulling him to meet me, and kiss him. His lips taste like my arousal, and I relax into the way he’s loving me with a tenderness I’ve only ever had with him. Sure, he might be pleasure domming the fuck out of me, leaving me squirming and crying out for him to stop. But he also checks in to see if I’m ready to use the safe word, gently massages my lower belly while I come down from an orgasm, and presses feather-light kisses to my thighs despite the way they tremble out of control. It’s the difference between random hookups and sex with the love of your life.
“One more first.” He winks, and I groan as I fall back onto the pillows, but my hips instinctively lift when he brushes my torso with his lips.
“You know something?” he muses, drawing small patterns on my pink, tender skin with the pad of a finger, touching everywhere except my clit. In theory, I should be touched out, but I find myself silently pleading for release again. Needing him to never stop touching me.
“Mmm?” I drowsily grumble.
“I could spend the rest of my life right here. It’s warm and comfy, I can have the tastiest meal on Earth anytime I want, and the view is stunning.”
Then his tongue makes unexpected sharp contact with my clit, and I cry out. “Denver, fuck . Fuck me, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Are you feeling ready for some ice cream, baby?” He rocks forward to trail the flat of his tongue from my clit to my belly button, like he’s licking soft serve.
“I’m not tapping out—I need something more than your fingers. I need you.”
He stops to think for a moment, looking around the room with mussed-up hair and a wild look in his eye. “I’m sure I can find something around here to fill you.”
“No!” I sit straight up in a flash. “I’ve done rotations in emergency. You are not putting a random object inside me.”
“Well, you need something, because I’m not giving you my cock yet.” He chews on the inside of his cheek, eyes still scanning the small cabin.
“I-I have something…in my duffel bag.”
“You’ve been holding out on me?” He scoffs, practically tripping over himself to get to my bag on the floor. The unmistakable zipper noise echoes through the room, and he laughs softly under his breath. “ Hart. You love making things easy for me, don’t you?”
“I just love giving myself a challenge.”
His chest rises and falls in a wild commotion as he’s crawling back up the bed and filling the air with a heavenly hum. “I bet you’re going to come so fucking hard with a bit of help from our little friend here.”
I packed my vibrator because my mom often tears the house apart looking for items she’s misplaced, and the last thing I need is her finding my hot pink dildo. I didn’t expect I’d need to use it during my first weekend alone with Denver, but this is a nice bonus.
The rabbit vibrator slips between my thighs, filling me almost as good as his cock would. The small ears press square on my clit, rocking my body with an intense wave of pleasure.
Denver cups my chin and gives me a soft peck. “You want me to fuck you?”
“More than anything,” I whimper, trying and failing splendidly to hold the impending orgasm at bay.
“Mmm. I think I’ll let our friend have a turn first. See exactly how many times you can come in a single night. I want you fucking feral for me.” He grips the base of the vibrator, shifting it slightly so my cries fill the room. “Come on it. Show me what you’re going to do with my cock.”
His tongue flickers over my nipple, and I’m a goner. Muscles quivering and jaw clenched, I unravel in under a minute. Crying his name as my feet drag across the sheets, making a corner pop off the mattress. When I finally come back down from whatever part of heaven he just sent me to, I find him holding up the saturated vibrator like a trophy.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to see my cock dripping with your cum like this.” He smirks before giving the silicone a languid stroke of his tongue to clean my mess. “Get on your knees and turn around.”
Denver sits back on his heels, stroking himself from end to end while I switch positioning. His palm falls to my right thigh, demanding my legs farther apart.
“Get comfortable, but keep that ass up for me.”
I lower my upper body, leaving my ass up and practically right in his face. My forehead resting on the cool pillow, I let out a deep exhale, waiting to feel him stretch me. His cock rubs down the seam of my ass, then he taunts me with the tip pressed to my pussy. My hips roll involuntarily, enough to feel the head of his cock slip inside, and he inhales sharply through his teeth. Doing my best to make him come undone, I push back against the bruising grip he has on my hips. Hopefully, I’ll get him sunk deep enough that he loses control and fucks me senseless.
Clearly able to read my mind, he pulls out, leaving me even more needy and desperate. “Tough luck, baby girl. I warned you I was relentless.”
Denver plunges three fingers deep inside, and I slam my fists down on the bed. A small, amused puff of air escapes his mouth at my temper tantrum, and his thumb briefly touches the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, encouraging me to spread wider. To give him everything.
“ Denver, ” I whine, nearly collapsing to the bed.
He laughs. Fucking laughs. “Should I give you what you want?”
There’s no sense in even saying yes, because he’s going to ignore it until I say the damn word. So rather than wasting my breath, I groan into the pillow. My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I’m incredibly tempted to quit the game so he’ll finally give me what I want. He has me ready to climb a wall.
But my competitive streak kicks in, and I reach between my legs, joining his hand—touching my clit in time with his undulating fingers.
“Fuck, . Your pussy’s squeezing my knuckles together.” His teeth sink into my backside with desperation. He kisses, nips, sucks at my skin.
Then with a tenderness that takes my breath away, creating momentary panic, his tongue makes barely-there contact with my asshole. The sensation’s unlike any I’ve experienced, and when I finally allow myself a new breath, I relax into the swirling of his tongue over the intimate area.
Feeling the shift in my body language, he breathlessly asks, “Does that feel good?”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper back, nodding like a broken bobblehead, body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
Blush creeps from my chest to my cheeks when I think about what he’s doing. But the way his tongue is bringing me bliss in skilled, rhythmic motion makes it too hard to tell him to stop. I clench the sheets under my head, pushing my hips back to force his fingers into perfect position, while he continues his assault on my senses. In one smooth motion, he replaces his fingers with the cool silicone of my toy, hitting my G-spot and rocketing a vibration through my entire body.
“Fuck, I’m going to—” I can’t finish the sentence, because I’m suddenly on the brink of ecstasy. Overwhelmed with pleasure in so many places at once, the most intense orgasm of my life builds at the base of my spine, and I moan his name into the musky cabin air.
“Mmmm,” he hums an agreement against my asshole, and I fall apart. Toppling to the bed with a convulsion that has me breathless and clutching at the sheets for dear life, I rip the toy from between my legs with a relieved gasp for air. My nerve endings are shot, and I might be dying, but what a fucking incredible way to go out.
And this fucking man . Slips a hand under my body, still drunk on the post-orgasm glow, and touches me with the insistence of back-to-back orgasms. But it’s too much. My clit’s sore and uncomfortably sensitive, the veins in his thick cock are dark purple and bulging, and I need him inside me before I wither away.
“You win.” I rip his arm away from me. “ Fuck me. I want the fucking ice cream. Neapolitan.”
“Okay.” He smiles, instantly moving away from my ragged body. Then pads over to the tiny kitchenette.
“But—” I start as he pops open the freezer door and pulls out a literal tub of ice cream. Standing completely naked in the dim light, he holds it up triumphantly, a devilish grin spread across his face.
In my wildest dreams, I wouldn’t have expected my face to fall when looking at ice cream. But even after so many orgasms I’ve lost count—despite my legs being too tired to hold my own body up, and my muscles spasming at random—I’m still fucking desperate for this man.
I frown. “I thought…”
His nose scrunches up with a broad smile, and he tosses the ice cream back in the freezer before taking a running leap at the bed. “I’m just fucking with you. That is your reward for afterward. But I couldn’t resist the opportunity—you played yourself by choosing Neapolitan as your word.”
“ Denver Wells, I swear to God.” I side-eye him. “Fuck me.”
Propping my ankles up on his shoulders, he slips his thick cock between my thighs, settling against my damp skin. Then he slaps it on my pussy, forcing a throaty whimper from me.
“I can’t fucking take it when you make that noise.” He notches the head at my entrance, and he bites my calf while pushing into me in a slow, smooth motion. “ Fuuuuck. ”
Despite my weary body, I prop myself up on my elbows and stare as his cock slides perfectly in and out of me. Filling me to the hilt, then slipping out covered in my arousal.
“You like watching the way you stretch around me?” He thrusts forward with more power, forcing my head to loll back.
“The perfect fit.” I reach down to feel where our bodies meet. Where his shaft is pumping in and out with ease.
“I told you this pussy is mine. It’s been mine since the first time we made love, and I don’t plan on going another day of my life without feeling you strangle my cock until you shatter.”
His words make heat rise from my core to my chest. I watch him watching us, a sated look in his eye. This feels like coming home to him, too.
He picks up the pace, punishing my cunt with forceful thrusts. Beads of sweat caught in his hairline and his fingertips bruising my shins.
I arch my back and he grabs frantically at my hips, pushing as deep as he can go. “Fuck, . Fuck. ”
I might not have the muscle strength to ride him—or do much of anything, based on the way my legs are quivering. But I want him feral, losing all control. So I slip my hands over my breasts, letting my nipples poke out between my fingers to grab his attention.
“Play with your fucking tits.” He’s losing control, with an ardent groan and sloppy thrusts. I pinch my nipples lightly, and he slaps the side of my thigh. “Harder, baby. Those pretty pink nipples need some attention.”
I do as he says, toying with my nipples while he watches. “Like this, baby?” I ask innocently. “You want to come all over my tits, don’t you?”
He nods silently, biting and sucking at my ankle. Finally, I have him like he had me. Out of control, reckless, and willing to do anything.
“Or maybe my face again?” I lick my lips, quirking an eyebrow. “Mmm. But I want you to come all over my sore pussy. I want you to be a good boy and make a fucking mess of me.”
He whines against my bare leg, moving at a neck-breaking speed, getting so fucking close to coming apart, I can feel the hum under his skin.
“, shit. I’m gonna—”
Leaving the sentence behind, he pulls out just enough to pump his cock and coat my aching, reddened skin in cum. Letting my legs fall with a thud to the bed, he collapses beside me.
“That’s my good boy,” I mutter between heaving breaths, wiping the sweat from his brow with my fingertips and giving him a long, slow kiss.
His arms wrap tight around me, pulling my head to rest on his chest. The steady percussion against my ear has me drifting in and out of consciousness, spent from the long day and perfectly sated by him. He presses his lips to my hair, mumbling something about ice cream that I’m too exhausted to catch.
“Bear,” he nudges my shoulder. “Let’s go get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
“Can’t move,” I grumble.
He slips out from under me, then scoops my body into his arms and starts to lift me from the bed—clearly struggling, but trying to pass it off like he’s fine.
I shriek, flinging my arms around his neck. “Stop, you’re going to throw out your back or something.”
“Just…let me…carry you.” He heaves me upward, and my life flashes before my eyes for a second when I’m momentarily suspended in the air. Then I’m clinging to him, and he’s grinning. “See. It’s fine. I lift heavier things than you all the time.”
“ Bullshit. I probably weigh as much as you do. Let me try to Bambi my way to the bathroom on these shaky legs.”
He takes a couple shuffling steps across the small room, teetering with each one. “Just sit back and be impressed by how strong your man is.”
My lips roll together, reining in a laugh. “Very strong. So impressive. Please stop before you hurt yourself.”
“Baby, let me take care of you.” He stops outside of the bathroom, considering how he’ll fit both of our bodies through the narrow doorway.
“Unless your plan is to take care of me while I’m bedridden with broken bones, let me down.” I scrub a hand across his jaw and kiss the short stubble. “You’re already doing enough to care for me.”
With a sigh, he slowly lowers my legs until the soles of my feet are firmly on the cold bathroom tile. Then I sit on the edge of the tub—at his insistence—and let him meticulously clean my skin with a warm washcloth.
We share sleepy, loving glances in the bathroom mirror as we go through our bedtime routines. And I can’t help but picture how perfect life would be if every night was spent getting ready for bed encased in the comfort that comes from a gentle pat on the butt, or a raking of fingers through hair, or a wink in the mirror. Having the love of my life stand next to me at the bathroom sink, with a drowsy smile while we brush our teeth, is a fairy tale.
Both too tired for ice cream, we groggily crawl into bed and fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms.
—
The next morning, I wake up to find Denver sitting in wait with a pint of ice cream and two spoons. His smile’s brighter than the sun pouring in through an easterly-facing window.
“Little early for ice cream, isn’t it?” I yawn, squinting at him with hazy vision.
“Ice cream for breakfast is one of the only perks to being an adult. Live a little, Hart.” He hands me a spoon, and cracks the lid off the tub while I sit up.
Honestly, I feel so drained and parched and the most relaxed I’ve ever been, ice cream for breakfast makes sense. I hold a spoon heaping with strawberry ice cream in my mouth, letting it slowly melt all over my tongue, and my head falls to rest on his shoulder.
“You good after last night?”
I’m deliciously sore, and overwhelmingly content. “Perfect.”
“, you’re everything to me,” he whispers, his lips brushing my hairline.
I lick my lips, pulling the spoon slowly from my mouth, considering biting the bullet and telling this man, with no uncertainty, how in love with him I am. Lay it all out in front of us like a picnic. Admit to myself that it was silly to think for a single second we could take things slow.
But an obnoxious sound blares from his phone, making us both jump out of our delicious stupor.
“Oh, see. This is why I set the alarm.” He hands me the tub of ice cream and slips out from under the thin sheets. Once the alarm’s shut off, the room falls silent, and he looks at me. “Where are your meds? In the end pocket here?”
Immediately he starts rummaging, turning up with my antidepressants in hand before I even have the chance to tell him where they are.
“What…” I start to ask a question, but I don’t even know what to ask, honestly. “Do you have an alarm for my pill?”
“Just one more thing I figured I can take off your plate. Obviously, I can’t take them myself. But I can make sure you do.” He thoughtfully reads the label, then cautiously pours a single white tablet into his hand. “I didn’t see any other pill bottles there, but if you have something else you need to take, I’ll grab it.”
“N-no. Just this one.” The way he’s so nonchalant makes my heart skip a beat. I lick my lips, slowly reaching for the pill. “Is it, um, weird to you that I take these?”
“Would it be weird to me if you had to take prescription medication for literally any other reason? No.” He jumps back onto the bed, pressing a super fast kiss to my forehead. “Just…I know I’m repeating myself by saying I’m here if you need to talk. And I also know you’ll ignore my offer, because you don’t like needing help from anybody. But I want to be the one you tell everything to. Your good news, bad news, anything, everything. I want to listen to whatever you’re willing to tell me.”
Releasing a deep breath, I close my eyes and whisper, “Okay, well, I’ve been taking these since I was eighteen…. I had my first major depressive episode right after the abortion.”