Chapter 25 #4
With each pass of my tip gliding along the inside of him and hitting his prostate, he quivered in my hold.
He met me with each thrust, driving himself down until all that was separating us was a thin piece of latex that felt like it was barely able to keep up with us.
Wetness gathered between our bodies, whether from sweat, lube, or blood, I couldn’t tell and I was much too preoccupied with the blissed-out expression on Blake’s face to care.
I slapped his wandering hand away the second it began to reach down to fist around his weeping cock. “No.”
He whined back.
“Mine.” I teased his pulse point with my thumb once more. “Behave.”
He was so damn lovely this fucked up on my cock.
Out of his mind with nothing but the burning need for me to keep fucking him until he was too far gone to even remember his name.
I couldn’t wait to explore all of it with him, his kinks, what got him off the quickest, how long I could torture him until he begged for mercy. We had so much damn time for it all.
He exploded in my hand the moment I got it wrapped around him, his hips jerking while cum painted us both. I squeezed his neck until his mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, letting up right before he passed out on me completely.
The second his body swayed forward, I lowered him right back down to curl against my chest, tucking his face against my neck and keeping my hand cupped around the back of his head while spreading his cheeks with my other.
“Marlow.” My name whimpered like that had me ramming into him, jostling the bed under us until it knocked into the wall. “More. Feels so, so good...”
Ah, fuck.
My spine tingled from the praise, spoken so sweetly it was like a prayer.
“So good,” he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing along the shell of it.
Two strokes and I was done for, coming so hard inside of it that I wouldn’t be surprised if the condom split in two.
My back arched, two places popping right above my tailbone that relieved whatever pressure had been building there instantly.
Blake held onto me for dear life, a soft sigh leaving him the moment I relaxed back into the mattress.
He was perfect. All of this was perfect. Sex only solidified my resolve from earlier in convincing him to stay with me permanently.
How in the world could I give any of this up after three months?
How could I let him walk out of my life once I was healed and better?
The short answer was that I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
“Tell me that half-used bottle of lube was old and you just never bothered to throw it away.”
I glided my hand up his spine, tracing the lines and dips under his skin in a languid motion.
I think I’m in love.
“What happens if I say I bought it like a month ago?”
Was that possible?
After only having known someone less than two months?
Avery certainly would say it was.
“Seriously?” was his not so satisfied-sounding reply.
I tightened my other hand in his hair, drawing a soft moan from his lips. “You aren’t the only one who’s had a healthy sex life.”
“You’re getting a new mattress,” he muttered against my neck.
A laugh burst out of me. “So possessive. Does that mean I need all new sheets, too?”
He clamped his teeth down on my skin for a brief moment before saying, “Yes.”
“I’ll agree to that under one condition.”
“Is this more blackmail?”
“Nah.” My pulse began to quicken again, a surge of anxiety rushing through me.
Rejection was never a subject I found myself afraid of. In fact, I took it as a challenge most days and used it to find whatever work around I could come up with to turn that no into a resounding yes.
This, though, opening myself up to Blake not wanting me in the way I wanted him, was fucking scary as shit.
“Stay with me.” I pressed the words into his shoulder.
He shifted back just enough to lift his head and look at me. “For how long?”
“Forever.” He had to feel how hard my heart was beating.
“We’ll figure out the camp thing. I’ll buy a house up in Wakefield for the summer.
What’s your schedule like in the winter?
Can’t imagine there’s too much to do up there after it snows?
Unless you do winter activities... Fuck, you probably do. Snowshoeing and shit—?”
He cut me off with a chaste kiss. “Depends on the year. Depends on who signs up, really. Some years, we get a lot of interest; others, we coast on through a few reservations until spring hits.”
He pursed his lips against mine, following the outline of my mouth until he reached the opposite corner and kissed there, too.
Not telling me no.
That’s a good sign, right?
“You’re not buying a second house,” he finally said.
“Technically, it would be a third.”
“Oh my god, Marlow.”
“It’s fine. It’s not like I’d be hurting with another mortgage.”
Did he want a nice little bungalow?
Where did he live in the off-seasons?
Obviously in Wakefield, but was it in one of those cute little apartments above one of the shops?
Or out in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a few nosey neighbors?
“I’m actually going to hit you if you keep talking.”
Smirking, I gave his ass a nice little love tap in response, my expression widening when his body jerked. “Think you’re the one that likes those, actually.”
“Millionaire, he says. Just a simple millionaire with the means to buy multiple houses.”
“Hey, I’m ethical. Unlike Avery who hoards the wealth. He’s the one percent we need to eat. Not me, I’m innocent.”
“And Silas?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. He won’t let me near his funds. Isn’t that so rude? Like I’d gamble it all away on some failing stock. You know what, since I won our bet, I’m going to invest half of it in one of those scam bitcoins. That’ll show him to try and go back on our deal.”
Blake laughed. “You know, I’d like to keep you around for a little longer than next week. Why don’t you table playing around with Silas’s money for a bit.”
“Oh? He wants to keep me around...”
His expression softened. “As long as you’re okay with going back and forth... I know it’s only an hour, but traveling can get annoying.”
Relief flooded through me. “I don’t care. Most of my clients are done remotely. Give me an Internet connection and I’m good.”
“Off-season, I tend to not go on the property as much. Stopping by once or twice a week, at most. Summer is when I need to be there all the time.”
“I can take summers off.”
“Marlow—”
“Blake, I want this. I want you.”
He reached up to brush his fingers along my cheek in the same way he had when he found me. A gentle caress to chase away whatever worries and troubles clouded my mind. Turning my head, I caught the pads with my lips, kissing them until a smile worked its way back onto his face.
“I want you, too,” he whispered.
“Then stay. We’ll figure it out.”
He leaned over to rest his forehead against mine, his slow exhale ticking my face.
What was that saying?
About one person falling first and the other one falling harder?
I think I counted as both.
“I’d love to,” he murmured and then kissed me.