Chapter 3 Blaine
Chapter three
Blaine
Leaning my head back, a guttural groan ripped out of me as she swallowed me whole, forcing my cock down her throat like she was trying to end me right there. I couldn’t even look at her. If I did, I’d lose it in seconds.
Her throat flexed around me, tight, every wet suck, every hungry swallow echoing through me.
I was already fucking close, my mind unraveling, every part of me wired to her lips, her throat, the way she owned me without even trying.
But when she finally pulled off, I had no choice. My eyes dragged down, and fuck… there she was. Lips swollen and wet, eyes glazed and watery, smiling like she knew she was wrecking me. Like she liked watching me fall apart for her. And I was.
“You’re gonna kill me, Sunshine,” I muttered, tearing my shirt over my head.
She giggled, trailing kisses up my stomach, her hands sliding higher until she shoved me back onto the bed. I propped myself on my elbows, watching as she straddled my hips, hair falling in messy waves.
"God, you look so fucking sexy," I muttered, unable to control my thoughts.
She flipped her hair to the side as she trailed her hand up and down my chest.
"We have to work on your dirty talk, Mr. Porter."
"You're right… I'll start now. Sit on my fucking face."
Her laugh turned low and sultry. “Mmm. Much better.”
She stripped out of her bottoms, climbing higher over me. The sight of her slick little cunt glistening had my chest tightening. I grabbed her hips rougher than I meant to and yanked her down until I was buried in her, nose and mouth full of Sunshine.
Her gasp cracked sharp, her thighs trembling as my tongue dragged over her clit like a fucking starved man. I locked eyes with her, holding her there, making sure she knew I wasn’t stopping until she broke.
Fuck. She was so goddamn sweet I almost lost my mind right then and there.
I couldn't get enough of her. I didn’t want to come up for air.
I wanted her to drown me. To suffocate me for her pleasure alone.
Die between her thighs and go out with a fucking smile.
And when her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rocking slow over my mouth, I knew I was getting my wish.
"Oh shit…” she whispered, head falling back, lip caught between her teeth.
Her thighs clenched around my skull as her release tore through her, body shaking, buckling against me. I only groaned into her, tongue relentless until she sagged, trembling, and I finally let her go.
She slid down, chest heaving, and caught my mouth in a kiss. My hand skimmed down her side, anchoring her as she lifted herself and sank onto my cock in one smooth, perfect motion.
I didn’t stand a fucking chance. Not with her above me, taking everything like she owned it… like she owned me. After tonight, maybe she would.
“Fuck. Yeah, that’s it, baby.” My voice broke ragged, my head tipping back as her heat clamped around me. “Take it… it’s fucking yours.”
She rode me like she owned me, hips rolling, bouncing, her palms pressed to my chest for leverage. That smile, sweet and smug, never left her face. She knew she was killing me. She wanted to.
And she was definitely riding it like a fucking cowgirl.
“Your little cunt’s so goddamn tight, so warm,” I growled, smacking her ass before gripping her hips and dragging her down harder, forcing every inch inside her.
She squealed, her cry melting into a whimper as I snapped my hips up, meeting her thrust for thrust. Brutal.
Relentless. Using her exactly the way she needed. Exactly the way I needed.
“Fuck, you're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cum again," she cried, bouncing on my cock, messy and desperate like she couldn’t get enough.
“Come on, Sunshine… come on, baby. That’s it, baby. Milk me. Fucking take every drop… atta girl." My grin widened as she unraveled, her moans spilling out of her throat.
She collapsed against me, trembling, and still, I couldn’t stop. I needed to be deeper. Needed to mark every inch of her from the inside out.
I drove into her harder, chasing that edge like I’d never felt it before. Because nothing had ever felt like this. No one had ever felt like her.
“Take it,” I rasped against her ear, my hands gripping her ass harder.
Violent, all-consuming ecstasy tore through me, head falling back as I spilled inside her, filling her until her pussy squeezed me dry.
My hips bucking helplessly, my toes fucking curling, bottomed out again and again, filling her to the fucking brim.
Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing every last drop, milking me like she didn’t want to let me go.
Finally, I dropped back on the bed, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside her—listening to her soft, shattered breaths as they filled the room.
"Fuck me… that was absolutely insane," I muttered, dragging a hand through her hair.
She gave a hazy hum of agreement, lips brushing my skin, my cock still pulsing deep inside of her.
"Though I've never had a one-night stand…” she breathed out, “safe to say this would probably be the best I'll ever have."
"Glad I was able to secure the position."
She giggled before sitting up, biting her lip before her hips rolled once.
"Speaking of positions…" she whispered, and I looked down with a groan as I felt my dick grow inside her again.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, watching her shudder as she moved. Our bodies ached, fucked raw, muscles burning, but she didn’t care. She just kept grinding down on me, greedy and glowing, that look in her eye like she dared me to keep up.
“Christ, Sunshine,” I muttered, “you’re gonna fuck me dry.”
And I wasn’t opposed to that at all.
Not even a little bit.
If she wanted more, I’d give her everything I fucking had… and then some.
It was the next morning, and I found myself in bed alone, the smell of bacon and coffee drifting through the suite. Sitting up, I caught sight of clothes scattered across the floor, furniture a little out of place. Yeah… we’d definitely tested more than a few positions last night.
I tugged on a pair of pants, grabbed a shirt from the closet after noticing mine had disappeared from the corner I’d thrown it in last night.
After brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bedroom only to see my bright little Sunshine standing at the table in nothing but my white button-down and her panties, plating breakfast like she belonged here.
She spotted me watching and smiled, padding over to press a kiss to my cheek.
“Good morning, sleepyhead. Hope you don’t mind… I ordered breakfast from downstairs. I figured you’d find something you like.”
I didn’t look at the plates. I physically couldn’t. My eyes stayed glued to her. Without a word, I scooped her up, making her laugh as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I see something I like, all right,” I muttered, setting her on the counter and kissing her slow. She leaned back on her hands, teasing me with that sexy little bite of her lip.
I deepened the kiss, pull her waist closer to feel her hot little cunt against me. She bit my lip, when I pulled away and I sighed against her lips.
“Marry me,” I blurted against her mouth. No jokes, no smile. Just the truth.
She sighed, “I can’t. I’ve got work this afternoon. Rain check for Friday?”
I groaned, dragging my palms down her waist. “I’ve got meetings all day Friday, Sunshine.”
“Bummer.” She pouted, then bargained with that little smile. “Next week?”
I grinned, helpless. “Sounds like a plan, baby.”
“Speaking of babies, hope you weren’t counting on any baking in this oven. Your little swimmers will be taken out by my birth control.”
“Sunshine, some women would pay good money to have my swimmers anywhere near their oven. Some of them would pray for the opportunity to capitalize on it,” I shot back, smirking against her neck as she giggled.
“Trust me, Mr. Porter, I’ve got enough on my plate without you trying to knock me up for sport.”
I chuckled low, sliding my hands down her hips as I nipped at her neck to keep from saying the truth on the tip of my tongue: the truth that I was already envisioning her round and glowing with my kid.
That same vision clawed at me, dark and hungry, and the sheer satisfaction of it nearly undid me as my cock was already hard.
Fuck, I’m going insane.
A knock rattled the suite door. I frowned, reluctantly pulling away from the beautiful woman in my arms to answer it. The second I cracked it open, I used all my force to push it closed, but the devil himself shoved his way through, nearly knocking me back.
"I've been calling you for the last three hours, you idiot. Tell me she's gone home by now," Killian snapped, crisp in his suit, ready to take on the day like the cockblocking ass he was.
I smirked, turning toward the kitchen. “Well… Killian, this is—”
And then I froze, staring at her at a loss. My beautiful Sunshine. The woman who had me on my knees last night. The same woman I’d just asked to marry me… I didn't even know her name.
She sheepishly waved as she hid behind the counter.
“This is Sunshine,” I finished, motioning vaguely behind me. “And Sunshine, meet the darkness in my life, Killian Russel.”
She gave a wavering smile, her cheeks pink in embarrassment. “Um… hi, Mr. Russel."
Killian’s gaze flicked to her, flat and unamused. “Hello, Sunshine.”
“A-Actually, my name is Maia—” she started, but I cut in before she could finish.
“What a beautiful name, Sunshine,” I said smoothly, earning myself a glare from Lucifer, sharp enough to cut glass.
Killian leaned in, muttering low so only I caught it. “You could have at least learned her name. But knowing you, I’m not surprised.” I narrowed my eyes, but he straightened. “You have one hour to be in your office. The meeting you cancelled is scheduled for noon. Don’t be late.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be there, Satan.” I waved him off. “And maybe stop being such a cockblock while you’re at it.”
His only answer was another withering glare. "Be there on time, Blaine…” He turned to Maia. “Goodbye, Sunshine."
I slammed the door shut before she could answer. When I turned back, Maia’s face was red enough to match the strawberry syrup on the stack pancakes of our uneaten breakfast.
“That was so mortifying. I think I might actually pass out,” she groaned, burying her face in her hands.
I chuckled, pulling her close until her palms slid against my chest. “Don’t worry about him, sweetheart.” I brushed my mouth against her neck, biting playfully at her collarbone until she giggled.
“There’s that smile,” I murmured, hands sliding down her waist.
“Don’t you have to leave soon?” she asked, a touch of disappointment lacing her voice.
“I do,” I admitted, pressing another kiss against her skin, “but there’s something else I’d rather do…”
She swatted my shoulder lightly, though her smile betrayed her. “Killian is going to kill you.”
I smirked, lifting her onto the counter, caging her in with my body. “He can choke me out at the office all he wants… but right now?” My voice dropped. “I want something else to suffocate me.”