Chapter 25 #3
A small noise bubbled up from his chest, desperate and keening.
One hand splayed over my chest, keeping away from where my bruised—definitely broken—rib was as he used it for leverage to ride my finger.
My other nudged against his entrance when he rose again, just enough to slip another finger in beside the first as soon as he pushed back down.
“Fuck.” He shuddered again, losing himself.
My dick was throbbing in my sweats the longer I watched him getting off.
The unfortunate part about wearing a leg cast was how fucking annoying it was going to be to try and wrestle myself out of these goddamn clothes.
Thankfully, I was only halfway through getting dressed when my mom called and interrupted me.
“Blake.” His eyes fluttered open, that beautiful flush already coloring his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “Condoms and lube are in my dresser next to the bed.”
His thighs squeezed my hips. “You’re sure?”
I clapped my hand against his thigh, muffling the sound of it through his pants. “Go on. Strip while you’re over there. I want to see every inch of you.” I drew my fingers out slowly, letting him go.
He fell onto his side next to me, his leg popping up into the air briefly while he rolled off of the bed and to his feet.
Amused, I hooked my arm back behind me to prop me up, giving me a perfect view of him stripping off the layers from his beautifully sculpted body.
I found it ironic that for how athletic he was, he preferred to hide it under things two sizes too big. Lucky me, I got to see exactly what was being kept from everyone else.
He dug through my dresser, finding the items quickly before shoving the drawer closed and walking back over to me. His half-hard dick bounced slightly while he moved, making my own twitch in my pants.
He was such a fucking sight to see. I could stare at him all day if he’d let me.
The bottle was tossed perfectly next to me in an impressive show of marksmanship, the condom following right after. Just as my mouth opened to hit him with a smart-ass comment, he dropped to his knees in front of me.
The tenderness in his touch in carefully tugging the cuff of my sweats down over my good ankle sent my stomach rolling with butterflies.
So used to being on the opposite side of things, it was strangely sensual to have someone taking care of me with even the simple things.
So far, Blake had fallen into the role of housekeeper, cook, and occasional bathroom attendant.
And yet this was far more intimate.
He eased it down slowly, no rush to his movements as he switched to the other side once he had that cuff over my foot.
My toes tingled at the brush of his palm against where they were exposed, covered briefly to match the other side as he pulled the cuff free from where it was trapped around my cast.
Arching myself up, I lifted my ass from the mattress long enough to help him tug my waistband down over my hips and thighs, exposing me.
I had the sense to stop wearing boxers since coming home from the hospital, the annoyance in getting them on and off over my cast far outweighing proper etiquette at this point.
Plus, who cared? It was just me and Blake.
As soon as I was free, I kicked up my good leg to help me scoot farther back onto the bed, dragging the other one with me.
Blake followed close behind, his movements mindful to not knock against my bad side while throwing his leg back over me to straddle my hips once more.
“Perfect. Just where I wanted you,” I said, curving my hands around his thighs.
His smile was radiant. “But how will you restrain me?”
“Oh, I’m quite creative.” I’d proven that much in his office.
He toyed his bottom lip between his teeth while reaching over to grab what he’d tossed onto the bed, holding up the bottle of lube first. “You want me to do the honors?”
“Nope.” I snatched it from his hand instantly. “You’re going to behave yourself. I’m in control, remember?”
“He said as the one being sat on.”
Satisfaction rolled through me the second my hard slap against his thigh drew out a surprised gasp. He quickly leaned forward, both hands finding their way to rest on either side of my head while propping his ass up in the air for me.
“Good boy,” I teased.
All jokes aside, he really was. One might say perfect, in fact.
Who in their right mind would argue otherwise?
He buried his face against my neck the moment I snapped the bottle open and drizzled some of it all over my fingers, coating them generously.
Tossing the bottle next to me again, I reached around to find that perfect little hole of his, already waiting to bear down on my fingers the second I ghosted over it.
Spearing two fingers into him, I worked him until he was breathing hard against my neck, using each panted breath to guide me toward exactly where I wanted and soon finding it, reveling in the moment he choked around another moan.
I brushed over that sensitive spot a few times, driving him into shoving back onto my fingers, and feeding him another digit to open him up. My dick ached to replace them all.
Watching him fuck himself like this was hot and almost just enough to get me off without actually having to wrap a hand around myself at all.
“Need it...” he whispered so sweetly in my ear.
“Sit back.”
In seconds, he was pushing away from me to follow my direction. His hole tightened as my fingers retreated, a small shove of his hips catching the digits for a few seconds longer while he struggled with letting them go.
Already dick-drunk and I hadn’t even begun to fuck him yet.
I gave his ass a hard swat and then reached up to twist one of his nipples between my knuckles. “So greedy. Aren’t you supposed to be behaving?”
His back arched. “Want.”
Amusement flitted through me. “Impatient thing, aren’t you.”
He nodded quickly, eyes slowly growing hazy with lust. They tracked me as I swiped the condom up off the bed, teething it to rip the wrapper open and spitting out the piece left behind tucked between my lips.
I kept a tight hold of his nipple to prevent him from moving again, a light sheen of sweat breaking out across his chest, giving him a slight glow.
“That’s it,” I murmured the moment he lifted himself up for me. Just enough to give me room to fit the condom over my tip.
A little tricky to roll it down with only one hand, but I soon had myself covered and ready to sink into what was hovering right over me. Gripping myself around the base, I lined up against him, precum already whiting the inside of the condom.
Honestly, I’d be lucky to get two strokes in before I blew. He was too hot not to let myself get carried away, especially with him riding me.
We’d have to do this slow, though. Not just to keep my raging hard on from blowing this all too soon, but to prevent me from hurting him in the process. The last thing I wanted was for him to walk away with from this hurting.
He slapped a hand down against my chest, almost as if to prevent me from sliding past that tight ring and getting myself right where I wanted.
I froze on instinct, not at all expecting him to slam down onto me until his ass clapped against my hips.
My dick spasmed inside of him, practically suffocating from how hard he tightened around it.
He winced visibly, pain causing his body to stiffen.
“Blake—” Holy fuck.
“So big,” he moaned, rocking slightly.
I forgot I was dealing with a fucking masochist.
“You’re going to make yourself bleed.”
“Promise?” His face was so flushed he looked practically sunburned.
God, he was fucking hot as hell.
Fuck it.
He wanted it rough, that’s exactly what he was going to get. I wasn’t in the business to deny him anything, especially pleasure-wise.
My hand fit around his neck perfectly, his pupils blowing wide when I squeezed. “Go on, then. Take what you want.”
There was absolutely no pain that radiated through me as Blake lifted himself up and then slammed back down onto my hips, practically bruising us both in the process.
I was sure that by tomorrow morning, after the adrenaline from this, along with whatever bonding chemicals were racing through my veins, finally dissipated, I’d feel every little muscle twinge in agony.
It would all be worth it. Every little ache and pain I’d feel for the next few days would be a stark reminder as to how good fucking Blake felt. How finally I had him right where I wanted him. Where I needed to keep him.
His neck flexed under my hand as he swallowed and moaned, making it easy for me to readjust just enough to find his pulse point and drive my thumb into it. His skin burned against mine, a fire boiling to the surface.
Seeing him finally out of his funk from the past week nearly brought tears to my eyes.
This was the Blake I knew and cared for—who I’d fallen for.
The man I wanted as mine for as long as he’d let me keep him.
I didn’t want him to fall back into that sad and depressive state and would do fucking anything to prevent that from ever happening again.
Cum drooled from his tip, wetting my belly with each thrust. His rhythm stuttered when I clapped my hand against his ass cheek, hard enough to sting me right back. More cum leaked out of him, pooling on my skin.
“Oh.” Tears were wetting his lashes again, but this time for a much better reason than regret.
I pressed my thumb against his pulse point, cutting it off just enough to send that rush of endorphins racing through his body before letting up. He gasped and grabbed onto my wrist, steadying himself.
I bucked my hips up into him, drawing my good leg up to plant into the mattress to help me drive my dick deeper inside his tight heat.
So, so fucking good.