Chapter 7 #2
The intensity in her eyes is overwhelming. Like she's trying to will me into seeing myself the way she does. I’ve got to admit. The shit feels good to be seen as something other than a fuck up or an obstacle.
"You're going to ruin me," I say roughly, my dick hardening behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Good, you need a little ruining." Her thumbs brush my cheekbones. “And you need to relax.”
"Peyton—"
Her hands find the buckle of my belt.
“Kiss me, Blake."
It's not a request. It's a challenge. A dare.
And I'm done pretending I have the strength to resist her.
I kiss her like I'm memorizing the taste of her. Like I need to remember every detail…because I do. The way she gasps when I bite her lower lip, the way her fingers dig into my shoulders, the way she melts against me like her body’s made for me.
Almost as if we're made for each other.
She tastes like coffee and something sweeter, maybe caramel. Her body fits against mine perfectly, all curves and warmth and soft skin that I want to explore inch by inch.
"Blake." My name on her lips sounds like benediction and sin combined.
I pull back just enough to see her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark with want, and her lips are swollen from my mouth.
God, she's fucking beautiful.
"We should stop," I say, even though I know it’s a damn lie to myself. I’m not going to stop.
She kisses me hard, as if she’s challenging me to stop her. "But I want this,” she whispers against my skin. “And doesn’t the client get what the client needs?”
The last thread of my control snaps. I stand, lifting her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, never breaking the kiss, and I carry her toward the bedroom like I'm racing against time.
Because I am.
Tomorrow everything changes. We’ll walk into Kingsley's trap, and I just hope I’m smart enough to figure out how we both survive it. But tonight she's safe, she’s mine, and nothing else matters.
I kick the bedroom door closed behind us.
Then toss her down on the bed. It’s in this moment that I wish we were in a Four Seasons Hotel Suite or at least my actual apartment.
She deserves to be fucked in luxury, not this sparsely put together piece of shit safehouse, but my dick wants what it wants.
And it definitely wants Peyton Quinn with her thighs spread and her eyes on me.
She looks up at me with those same brown eyes that trust me more than I deserve, but see me more clearly than anyone ever has.
And for once, in my adult life, I stop thinking about consequences and responsibilities and all the reasons why this may be the dumbest moment of saying “fuck it” in my life.
Her voice is soft now, vulnerable. “I need you, Blake.
" She’s already pulling her shirt over her head before I reach the bed.
I let it fall to the floor, hands at her hips as I take a second to look at her, really look at her, and it does something messed up to my chest how hungry I am for her, how badly I want to devour her pussy and have her come apart for me.
And only me.
For some strange fucking reason I start to think about the “others”.
The other men who have touched her, possibly been inside her, and I want to erase every trace of them.
I’ve never cared about shit like that before because hell, who am I to question a grown woman’s sexual past, but this feels different.
Everything about Peyton is so fucking different than what I’m used to. It’s thrown me completely off my game.
I roll her under me, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. She grins, breathless, and hooks a leg around my hip to pull me closer. With my free hand, I palm her breast. It’s full, warm, and already so sensitive that she gasps when I run my thumb over the darkened brown nipple.
“You like that?” I murmur, watching her face while I do it again, slower.
Her eyes flutter, lashes fanning over her cheeks, and she arches into my touch, chasing it.
I drag my mouth down her throat, biting gently at the place where her pulse stutters.
I want to taste all of her, but first, I need her to beg for it.
Her hands twist in my grip, but I hold her easily, letting her feel the difference in our strength. She shivers, not from fear, but from the tension of being wanted, of being held. I move down, kissing my way across the slope of her chest, nipping at the soft skin until she whimpers.
“Blake—” She’s already desperate, her hips grinding up to meet me, and it’s fucking perfect. I want her like this, unraveling for me, begging even if she doesn’t have the words for it yet.
I push her arms higher, catching both wrists in one hand, and move my free hand down, slow, skimming the ribcage, and the flat of her stomach just above the waistline of her jeans. She’s looking up at me in a way I wish I could capture in a bottle, like I’m the motherfucking man.
It’s intoxicating.
I hook a finger under the waistband, popping the button, lowering the zipper, and finally dragging the jeans down her legs in one sharp motion.
She’s wearing nothing underneath, and the sight hits me so hard I almost lose my composure.
I thought I told Talia to buy her panties, but fuck, maybe she doesn’t normally wear them. That just makes my dick even harder.
The anticipation in her face is a live wire; her breath coming hard. I kneel between her legs and lock my eyes on hers. She tries to place a hand in my hair, but I stop her. “Keep your hands where I put them,” I growl.
She nods, biting her lip, and I watch the shudder ripple through her. I grip her thighs and push them apart, exposing her exquisite pussy, and Peyton’s hips arch up like she’s helpless to stop herself.
“Good girl.”
I run my hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling the heat and tremble, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
I dip down and sweep my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, and her whole body jolts.
She makes a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a curse, and I want to hear it again.
So I gently give her pussy a slap and do the sweep with my tongue again, flattening my tongue and circling, working her open with my mouth.
“Oh my God,” she mutters in approval.
The sensation is overwhelming her nervous system, but every time she tries to close her legs, I hold them open even wider, waiting for the words I know she’s going to give me. It’s just a matter of time.
“Blake,” she whimpers. “Please–”
I smile against the skin of her inner thigh and give it a slight bite.
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Fuck you how?” I growl, trying to hold on to the little bit of control I have left.
“I don’t care,” she says, like she’s exasperated by this exchange of words.
She’s not ready yet.
I flip her over in one smooth movement and take a moment to appreciate the curve of her body from the back. It’s a pretty damn sight.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Head down, ass up, Peyton.”
She immediately does what she’s told, and I smile to myself. So rebellious in life. So obedient in bed. It’s the perfect combination.
She’s anticipating my dick, but she needs to want it a little more, so I tease her again with my tongue. This time, using broad strokes of my tongue to lick her pussy from front to back, then using it like a vibrator.
“Oh, god!” she yells. “Please, um, oh fuck!”
She’s going to come if I keep going. Hell, I’m going to come if I keep going. I just need the words, and then I can satisfy us both.
“Please, what, Peyton?”
“Please, fuck me!”
“Fuck you how?”
“Just like this. From the back. And do it hard.”
Her pussy is glistening with her want for me.
It’s so beautiful.
“Please, Blake.” I notice her hands are white-knuckling the sheets. “I need you.”
And just before the last of my composure breaks, a bit of reality splashes on me like a glass of cold water.
“I don’t have any condoms here or on me.”
“I’m on the pill,” she responds breathlessly. “It’s fine.”
For a split second, I want to ask her why she’s on the pill and who the hell she’s fucking? But then I quickly remember that’s none of my business, and I just take the win.
“I’ve been tested. I’m clean.”
“Me too.”
“Then let me give you what you need, baby.”
And I grab her hips and line up the tip of my dick directly with her glistening opening. I inhale a deep breath as I drive myself deep inside her.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
That feels good.
Her moans grow louder as her grip becomes tighter on the sheets. I slide my fingers through her coils at the base of her scalp and tug her head up so the arch of her back is prime for me to go deeper.
“Blake!” Her moans become desperate pleas for me to stop or keep going. I’m not a hundred percent sure. I don’t know her body yet. But if I had to guess by how her pussy is beginning to vibrate around me, I’d say that she loves what we’re doing just as much as I do.
“Can I go deeper?”
“Yes!”
My strokes become harder, almost punishing. I want her to forget everyone before me. It isn’t logical but primal.
Her cries in pleasure tap something deep within me, and now I want to turn her around.
I need to see her, and I want her to connect my face with the pleasure I’m giving her.
She needs to recognize who can make her feel like this.
My face is the one she needs to see when her pussy aches to be touched long after tonight.
I pull out. Flip her pretty ass over. And quickly reenter my new favorite place. Her legs over my shoulders. Eyes glazed over.
“I’m going to come, Blake.” She says through a rushed breath. “Fuckkkkkkk.”
With my hand slightly wrapped around the base of her throat, I kiss her deeply and swallow her screams as her entire body shudders through her orgasm. It’s the most beautiful coming apart I think I’ve ever seen. My orgasm follows shortly and envelops me wholly.
We fall away from each other, breathing heavily. I’m a little stunned for words. I’ve had my share of women, but this was something different…something special.
“That was…incredible,” she says, vocalizing what I’m secretly feeling.
“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly in an attempt to remind myself that she’s here for my protection, not to become my love slave.
I can tell my response isn’t what she was looking for. I may have even hurt her feelings, although that wasn’t my intention. I was just creating distance for myself in my own fucked up way.
“Um, I’m going to clean up,” she says, sitting up.
“Cool.”
She stares at me for a moment, and I can tell there’s something she wants to say but is either too afraid or angry to say it, so she just exits the room in all her spectacular naked glory.
My dick wants another round as it watches her ass jiggle away, but my brain is finally taking charge of this shit show, and the last thing we need is another round.
That’s how other dudes fuck around and fall in love.
Not Delanos.