Chapter 34 Cal
CAL
My back is against his hotel room door the second it closes, Blake’s mouth on my throat as he nips and sucks at the tender skin.
“I need you out of these clothes.”
“Let me take care of you,” I all but beg, my hands desperately trying to get his pants open so I can drop to my knees and take him all the way to the back of my throat.
Blake had been incredible the entire night, elegant and powerful and so fucking hot it was hard to keep my hands in all the appropriate places.
His speech was impressive and eloquent, and the amount of money raised had me choking on my drink at the table. Not exactly the school barbeque fundraiser.
But it’s going to change lives. So many people will benefit from tonight, and I couldn’t be more proud that Blake was front and center.
“You can choke on my dick all you want later, but right now I need to be inside you.”
That shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but a whimper falls from my lips as I push his jacket off his shoulders.
“I love when you’re like this.”
“Well, I’ll love it a lot more when you’re naked on the bed.”
I snicker, easing back to disrobe while he does the same, his eyes never leaving mine. I give him a little show but I don’t tease him, his need for dominance and control palpable tonight, and quite frankly, I need it too.
He needs to claim me.
And I need to feel claimed.
“How do you want me?” I purr, climbing onto the bed on all fours. “Like this?” I can imagine him taking me from behind, his hand on the back of my neck holding me where he wants me, our skin slapping as he fucks me into oblivion.
“On your back.”
Surprised, I roll over slowly, the bedding soft against my skin as he tosses a condom and a package of lube next to my leg.
“I missed you,” I blurt out as he climbs over me, somehow this moment the proverbial breaking of the dam in my mind. Weeks’ worth of fear and anguish that we’d never be together like this again has my eyes welling with tears.
“Me too.” His weight is everything as he kisses me, his tongue tasting me with a thoroughness that has us grinding together.
I want to wrap myself around him, but I don’t get the chance before Blake sits up and rips open the condom, sheathing himself before doing the same with the lube and coating his fingers.
He teases me, my body loving and craving the burn as he inserts one finger and then another, stretching and preparing me for his cock.
“Blake, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I’m already aching for you.”
“Open your legs wide for me,” he grunts, my face heating as I do. He’s fucked me before but this feels different.
It’s intimate.
Vulnerable.
Blake’s eyes are hooded as he pushes the head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle, my back arching off the bed when he pulls out and slides farther in.
I gasp and writhe as he does it over and over, my hands holding my legs open as he watches. “I love how good you take me.”
“Blake.”
“I wanted to fuck you hard and fast but I think I like this better.” He grins, the curve of his mouth wolfish as he rolls his hips, the torturous slide of his length against my prostate stealing my breath every time.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he murmurs, lowering himself until his body covers mine, the connection making me blink faster as I wrap myself around him.
I want to touch him everywhere, the emotional release building alongside my orgasm. It’s too much but it’s exactly what I need—what we need.
“This.” My hands are everywhere, our legs tangling and sliding against each other, our skin slick with sweat. I want him everywhere; I want to blur the lines between where I end and he begins. I want him. “Harder.”
“You’re gonna make me come.”
“God, yes.”
“It’s too soon, fuck.”
“I’m yours.”
It’s the last coherent thought before I’m coming in the tight space between us, my release slamming into me as Blake grunts my name, his cock buried so deep inside me I cry out, my ass squeezing around him as he pulses inside me.
And even though I try, I can’t stop the tears from leaking out the corners of my eyes. Blake startles at the choked sob that escapes as I pepper a hundred little kisses all over his face, neck, and shoulders.
“Cal—”
“I love you so much,” I blurt, unable to hold it in any longer. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want me to say it but…”
He chuckles, his chest rumbling against mine as he wipes the wetness from my face. “I love you too, although this is a first.” He makes a point of brushing away a tear, the levity appreciated as I try to pull myself together.
“I can’t help it. You’re everything, Blake, and I just… I feel like I can breathe again.”
His mouth drops open before snapping shut, his eyes darting away as his Adam’s apple bobs. “Thank you,” he whispers, barely audible as his gaze returns to mine, “for coming here and fighting for me.”
“And the bow tie,” I tease, offering him the same olive branch that he extended moments ago.
“That too. I just didn’t expect you to be here. That you’d do that for me.”
“You’re worth it, Blake Reynolds, and I’d get on a million more planes and fly around the world if I had to.”
“I guess I’m glad it was here because you look hot in a tux.” His hand smooths back my hair from my forehead before he pushes up and gently pulls his softening dick from inside me.
I watch as Blake walks into the bathroom, emerging a minute later with a washcloth that he uses to clean me up, his muscles bunching and flexing as he works.
I love this man.
Reaching for his phone on the nightstand as he climbs back into bed, his thumb scrolls to our messages as he uses his other arm to pull me against his side.
“What are you doing?”
Instead of answering, he clicks on the video of me painting and pushes the tiny trash can icon. He doesn’t hesitate as he pushes delete, my objection dying on my tongue as he tosses his phone onto the floor and rolls onto his side facing me.
“I’m loving you.”
“That’s good, because I’m going to love the hell out of you.”
“It’s about damn time.”