CHAPTER 26 #3
“Fuck,” I rasped, driving my hips against her core and pinning her harder against the rough wood. “I want to watch you come, then you can take every inch of this ride.”
Blaire slid her hands up into my hair, tugging at the roots just enough to make me moan. She bit my bottom lip and let it go with a snap, then dragged her tongue across it slowly, as if she could taste how I was bleeding out for her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered against my mouth, and my hips bucked so hard she slipped in my grip. The heat in her voice, the need there, stripped the last of my composure.
“Blaire,” I growled her name, and my fingers dug into her thighs as she arched into me.
I wanted to throw her onto the hay and devour her, wanted to see her come apart for me right here, where anyone could walk in and find us. The need was a fever in my blood, a hunger I couldn’t disguise, but she had her own ideas.
She always had her own goddamn ideas.
“Please?” That single word hung in the air like electricity before a storm, and I pulled back to look at her, my breath catching in my throat.
My hat cast shadows across her flushed face, and her lips were red and swollen from kissing me.
I nearly came undone at the thought of her wanting to drop to her knees for me right here in the dust and hay.
I’d imagined fucking her mouth more times than I cared to admit.
I’d dreamt about what she would look like when we weren’t two teenagers fumbling in the dark anymore.
“Fuck, Blaire.” I gripped her jaw, thumb pressing against her lips. “Take whatever you want from me. I will never tell you no.”
She wriggled from my grip and slid down my body, her breasts dragging against my torso until her knees hit the barn floor with a thud that made my cock throb. Her fingernails raked down my chest and stomach in a promise of what that wicked mouth was about to do to me.
My legs nearly buckled as she looked up, her eyes almost black, and her lips already swollen and parted.
I could hardly fucking breathe.
When her palm pressed against my cock through my jeans, I nearly came right there. I grabbed her hair hard enough to make her gasp, knocking my hat off her head.
“Hey—” she started, but I shoved my thumb between her lips, pressing down on her tongue. She sucked it hard, teeth grazing my knuckle.
Her fingers attacked my belt, and she yanked it open before she popped the button of my jeans. Her knuckles grazed my cock as she tore down my zipper.
She nipped at the pad of my thumb as she blinked up at me, and even as her hands shook, she looked so sure of herself and what she wanted. Sometimes I forgot how much older she was now, how much she’d learned since the summers we used to run wild together.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I rasped.
She freed my cock with one rough, hungry motion, her fingers so sure and tight that I had to grit my teeth not to lose it right then.
Her hot, shaky palm wrapped around the base of my cock, and the raw electricity of her touch shot through me like lightning, forcing a guttural sound from my throat as my spine bowed and my hips jerked forward involuntarily.
I left one hand in her hair and braced the other against the wood behind her.
Her nails dug into my thigh as she steadied herself, then she looked up with this wicked, starved grin that made my gut twist. It was the same look she used to give me before we’d sneak out at midnight and risk everything for a taste of trouble.
I pulled my thumb from her mouth, roughly dragging it over her tongue, and she gasped. Her lips were shiny and her chin already slick from spit, and she stared at my cock. I watched the way her pupils widened and the way she swallowed hard.
The anticipation in her was a living thing, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
Her breath came in pants, her chest heaving. “I’ve thought about doing this so many times,” she whispered before her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
I twisted her hair around my fist, yanking her head back until our eyes locked. Her mouth hung open, waiting, begging. Every muscle in my body screamed to thrust deep into that wet heat.
“God,” she said, voice unsteady, and her thumb running up the underside of my shaft. “You’re so big.” She bent her head and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the tip.
Her lips hovered, parted and ready, and I held her there as I tried to memorize what she looked like in front me.
“Open,” I told her, and she did. She was so fucking obedient as I eased my cock between her lips, savoring the hot, wet feel of her as she moaned around me.
I watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, and she didn’t take her eyes off me as I pushed deeper.
I wanted to take it slow, to savor the moment, but she was so greedy for it that my hips bucked almost on instinct.
She pulled me almost completely out of her mouth, her tongue working the head, then the length, before she lowered her head again.
I hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t flinch.
Her hand moved at the base of me, pumping what she couldn’t fit.
With every stroke, she made these desperate little noises, and the sound of it, the sight, made me realize I had never had this with anyone else.
I had never felt so desperate for anyone but her.
I pressed my free hand to her jaw, guiding her, feeling the slick stretch of her mouth around me. I could see the smudge of dirt on her cheek, the strawberry stain on her wrist, and I wanted to mark her in a way that would outlast the season.
She pulled back, gasping for air as a string of spit hung between her lips and my cock. “You gonna fuck my mouth or just stare at it?” she rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she dove back in.
Something feral snapped inside me. My control was gone, lost to anything but the wet heat of her mouth.
I thrust hard into her, my fingers digging into her scalp as I slammed into the back of her throat.
She gagged, tears springing to the corners of her eyes, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me deeper, refusing to let me hold back.
And her eyes, fuck, those eyes never wavered from mine.
The raw surrender in them burned straight through me, scorching everything in its path.
I was seconds from coming completely fucking undone.
Every time I’d been inside her burned through my memory like wildfire—the way she’d arch and cry my name, how she’d claw at my back until I bled, the sacred moments when she’d shatter beneath me and give me parts of herself no one else had ever touched.
I needed to believe I was the only one who’d ever seen her completely surrender like that.
It became a vise, crushing my ribs until I could barely breathe through the possession and need.
She moaned, sending vibrations straight through my cock, and I growled her name, feeling the pulse of it in my veins. She was sloppy and wild, spit running down her chin as one hand stroked the base and the other dug into my hip.
I watched her lips stretch around me, her eyes watering as she took me deeper. My vision blurred at the edges, knees threatening to buckle beneath me. I yanked her hair hard enough to make her whimper. “That’s it, Blaire. Just like that. Fuck?—”
She hummed in response, the vibration going straight to my cock. My vision blurred as I felt myself barreling toward the edge, my restraint shattering with each wet slide of her mouth.
“You look so fucking pretty like this. I wish everyone could see how good you look with my cock in your mouth.” My hand tightened on her jaw, and she blinked her eyes open to look at me.
The next words rolled out of me before I could stop them, and I knew I should have regretted them even though I didn’t.
“It makes me so goddamn angry to think about anyone else touching you, Blaire. I wish that fucking ex of yours could see you now. See what belongs to me, you on your knees, choking on my cock, with that naked ring finger wrapped around me.”
The thought of his ring on her hand gutted me, but fuck if it didn’t make me want to claim her harder, erase every trace of him with my hands and my mouth.
Her eyes shuddered, and she moaned so hard I felt it in my balls.
“Blaire, I’m gonna?—”
She sucked me harder, whimpering as I came against the back of her throat. I roared her name as she swallowed around me, eyes never leaving mine, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
I pulled myself from her mouth and yanked her up before she could catch her breath. Her lips were glistening, and I crushed my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. Our teeth clashed, and she whimpered as her fingers twisted in my shirt.
When I pulled away, she blinked up at me with swollen lips and her eyes unfocused. “Was it good?” she whispered, her voice raw from taking me so deep, and the uncertainty in her tone made me go still.
There was so much hesitation in her words, a doubtfulness that made my chest tight with anger. What the fuck had happened to my girl to make her doubt herself like this? The possessiveness surged through me, and I couldn’t control what I said next.
“Fuck, Blaire,” I growled, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes.
“Your mouth was made to take my cock. The way you swallowed every fucking drop like you were starving for it—” I dragged my thumb over her lips.
“I want to wreck you. I want to fuck you until you can’t remember anyone else who’s ever touched you.
I want to fill that perfect pussy until my cum is running down your thighs when you leave this barn. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
She whimpered, pressing her thighs together, and I couldn’t go another second without tasting her.
My grip was iron on her hips as I spun us around, planting her right on top of the nearest hay bale, dust and straw flying everywhere.
The barn was spinning, or maybe that was my head, but I was already hauling her shorts past her knees, struggling to get them over her boots, before her breath rushed out of her.
My hands were shaking from how badly I wanted her, but I didn’t slow down, didn’t even try to be gentle.
She laughed breathlessly as her shorts hit the floor, the sound catching in her throat and breaking into something that sounded like pleading.
She leaned back on her elbows with her legs spread and boots dangling over the edge.
Her face was a mess of want, all swollen lips and flushed cheeks, and her hair was tangled from my hands.
I dropped to my fucking knees and buried my face between her thighs. She let out this shattered gasp like she’d forgotten how good we were together and needed me to remind her.
So, I did.