Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHER
Blue kissed like he invented it. Perfected it. A sea of costumes was still scattered at our feet in the green room as he moved closer, trapping me between him and the wall. Maybe trapping was the wrong word. Did it count as being trapped if you were there willingly?
Blue’s tongue swept into my mouth, swirled around mine like it was making love to it.
His hands roamed my body; one made its way under my shirt and skimmed along my waist. My body followed his touch.
I was greedy for him. Hungry for the affection he offered.
The intimacy. The rush of adrenaline I got just knowing that this was real.
I didn’t blame him for running before. I was a mess.
I was still a mess. I’d likely always be a mess, but I didn’t want to be without him. Or Jax. Who I was still avoiding.
“Where’d you go?” Blue asked, ghosting kisses against the corner of my mouth, then down my jaw. His lips were achingly soft on the side of my neck, a contrast to the way his hands grabbed at me, holding me steady, gripping my hips tight.
“Jax. I’ve been avoiding him.”
A shiver tore through me when Blue kissed the little spot right below my ear. It was my fucking kryptonite. I slid my hands around Blue’s waist, then lower, and I cupped his ass in my hands, giving them a squeeze.
“You’ll be fine. Trust me. If Jax didn’t give up on me in three years, he’s not going to give up on you in three days.
” Blue rocked his body, grinding his cock against mine.
Steel against steel, we were both hard, probably both leaking.
“But I think it’s poor form to talk about other guys when I have my cock pressed against yours. I think you should make it up to me.”
Blue’s words were less of an actual admonishment and more of a way to flick his gaze to the floor and urge me to my knees.
Of course I went. I was sad to lose access to his mouth because I could kiss him forever, but with his bulge suddenly in my face, it was hard to complain.
Even when he grabbed my hair to keep me in one place and rubbed his dick in my face through his pants, all I could do was open my mouth and try to capture a taste of him.
Fumbling like I was new to the concept of pants, I struggled with Blue’s zipper until I managed to clumsily get it open.
I pulled his pants down to mid-thigh, freeing his cock.
Blue had a fantastic dick. On the bigger side of average but not so huge you couldn’t take it more than once.
It was fat without venturing near soda can territory.
And he tasted like heaven. Even the salty precum that I licked from the head of his cock was delicious.
Intending to wrap my hands around the base, I reached for him, but Blue blocked me.
“No hands. Just that pretty mouth of yours. That’s right.
” Blue carded his fingers through my hair and gazed into my eyes.
Fuck, I could get lost in his. There was so much in that one look that I almost had to close my eyes so I could breathe.
Blue had always felt a little guarded all the time, no matter what we were doing.
During sex, those walls came down a little, but they never really went away.
He always had them ready to throw back up at a moment’s notice.
Not this time.
Blue looked down at me with unguarded affection.
The way he was suddenly open to me made him even more beautiful.
Blue was the kind of guy who looked like he’d be at home on the cover of any magazine.
Or maybe I was biased because he was mine.
Beautiful full lips, parted right now. A perfectly pink tongue that poked out and wet them.
Eyes that sparkled under his thick eyelashes.
Eyebrows that gave away the real color of his hair, even as the almost platinum strands fell in his face.
“Your mouth feels so good, Ashy. Can I have more of it?” Blue asked as he cradled my head in his hands.
I nodded.
Of course I fucking did because if Blue Davies wanted to fuck my face, I was going to let him.
He started slow and gentle, sliding in and out of my mouth while talking to me the whole time, even when I had to close my eyes.
Even when I grabbed ahold of his pants with my hands to keep me from otherwise touching him.
Even when he went deep enough to gag me, making tears spring to my eyes when it happened again. And again.
His fingers brushed my tears away, and he told me how good I was.
“Look at you, Ashy. You should see yourself. You’re so good for me, Ashy. Your mouth is amazing, holy shit.” Blue went deeper, gagging me again. “Sorry, baby. Sorry. Your mouth is just so good I can’t help it.”
I knew that if I wanted him to stop, all I had to do was tap his leg or pull away. It wasn’t like he had an iron grip on me or anything. Instead of that, though, I let go of him and my hands fell to my sides, showing him how much I trusted him. How much I wanted him to take what he needed.
Blue didn’t disappoint and he thrust himself deeper, then pulled out and smeared his spit-covered cock against my parted lips as I gasped for air.
“Tell me if it’s too much. If I get too rough. I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.” Somehow I doubted he was only referring to his cock down my throat, but I nodded anyway.
I’d never had someone take over the way Blue was doing. I’d never known how freeing it could be to just trust someone to look after you. To not do anything that you wouldn’t want done. To just let you exist in a place where you didn’t have to think about anything. Or do anything.
Blue petted my cheek. Brushed tears from my eyes and warned me when he was getting close.
“I’m going to come all over your pretty face, Ashy,” Blue warned as he pulled out of my mouth.
My jaw ached something fierce, but I didn’t really care.
It was worth it to see Blue looming over me, one hand on his cock as he jerked himself to completion.
Then I lost sight of him entirely as his other hand shielded my eyes.
Cum hit my cheek first, then my lips, and I stuck out my tongue, desperate to taste him.
Blue coated my tongue next, then shoved his cock back in my mouth while he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He pulled his hand away from my eyes. “You okay?”
Blue’s fingers pushed a strand of hair out of my face. I looked up at him, examined him for any sign that his walls were going to go back up, but Blue was still as open as he was earlier.
“I’m really good. Be better if I got to come too.”
His gaze softened, but a wicked kind of smile appeared. “Oh, you poor thing. Let me take care of you.”
Like I was going to say no to anything Blue was offering.
He ushered me to my feet and tugged me close.
My face was still sticky and messy, but that didn’t seem to bother him as he brushed a kiss against my lips.
Soft at first, just his mouth dancing over top of mine.
Then deeper as he urged my lips apart with his tongue.
I melted at the way he tended to me, cleaned the cum off my face with his fingers.
Scooping it off my cheek and sucking it into his mouth while he expertly steered me across the room to the couch where he pushed me down then settled himself between my legs.
Blue pushed his hands through my hair, and it kind of felt like he was petting me, a thought that brought a smile to my face. Blue returned my smile, then leaned in and kissed me, pressing me back until my back hit the couch.
“Stay.” Blue’s lips grazed my cheek when he spoke.
It was almost impossible to listen to him and do as he said, when in the next breath, his hands raked down my torso.
It took all my strength to not arch into the touch.
Gritting my teeth together, I let out a groan when one of his hands ventured further south, skimming over my trapped erection.
“Blue, please.”
He held my gaze as he tugged my fly open. I lifted my ass off the couch so he could pull my pants down. My cock sprang free, sticking straight up like a flagpole, precum beading on the tip. A stiff breeze would get me off.
But Blue merely wrapped a hand around the base and gripped it tight, staving off the immediate danger of embarrassment.
His eyes held an evil glint and he leaned down.
I gasped when his tongue poked out of his mouth and danced around the head of my cock, lapping up the precum.
The moan that tore out of Blue when he took me deep into his mouth made me arch off the couch, but he was there with his other hand, pressing me back down.
“I said stay,” Blue chided.
“Is he not behaving for you?”
The sound of Jax’s voice nearly made me jump off the couch, but Blue pushed me back down. An apology was on the tip of my tongue, but then Jax looked at me with hunger and appreciation.
“He’s trying very hard, Jax.” Blue leaned down again, lowering his mouth over my cock.
He took me slow, and I had to shut my eyes.
I could feel the weight of Jax’s stare on me.
There was more than lust in his eyes when he walked in.
I’d half expected to see a glimmer of hurt, but instead I’d seen affection.
Tenderness. It was the kind of expression I was used to seeing on his face when he looked at Blue, but he’d been looking at me.
Blue’s mouth was a work of art. It was soft and warm and he knew how to use it.
From the way his tongue swirled around the head of my cock, or flattened against the underside when he took me deeper, to the way his lips caressed my shaft.
Everything he did brought me closer to the edge.
And then his hand slid under my shirt, up my torso.
His fingers found a nipple and played with it, making me squirm.
When I moved, he stopped sucking so I quickly learned to keep still for him.
The whole time, I felt the weight of Jax’s steady presence.
Knowing he was just standing there watching, it made me crazy with want.
Blue seemed to be putting on a show for him too.
Taking his time, teasing and tormenting me.
He kept my orgasm at bay until my legs quivered and my stomach muscles screamed from the effort it took to hold back.
“Blue, I need—please can I? I need to come.”
Blue didn’t say a word. His fingers found my nipple again, and he teased it, twisting the bud in his fingers until I was writhing off the couch. I threw my head back and Blue released the hold he had on the base of my cock, the one he’d been controlling my orgasm—or lack thereof—with.
My orgasm rolled through me like thunder, shaking me down to my core. Blue drank all of it down, not spilling a drop, and then, while I was still recovering, Jax crossed the room and bent down and reached for Blue so he could kiss him.
“Let me taste him,” Jax said before slanting his mouth over Blue’s, thoroughly devouring him. When they parted, Blue’s pupils were blown wide, and he sat back on his ass, letting out a breath of air.
Jax turned and, for a second, I thought maybe he was going to leave, but he shut the door, then locked it. “No one leaves this room until we have a fucking talk.”
He returned to the couch and dropped down next to me. “Care to start?” Jax asked, flicking his gaze from me to the massive mess of stuff Blue and I had hauled from my apartment.
“It’s a long story.” I slumped over and buried myself against his side. My cock was still half hard and sticking out of my pants and I shifted around, tugging my pants back up so we could have a long overdue conversation.