Chapter 3
Chapter Three
BLAKE
H er hands are in my hair, her legs are around my waist, and I can’t even make it to the bed.
I brace her against the wall so I can devour her, kissing the fuck out of her. She tastes like sugar and smells like fucking sunshine.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I mutter against her lips.
“Too many clothes,” she says before nipping at the corner of my mouth. “Strip, Blake.”
It’s hot as fuck that she’s as revved as I am about losing the clothes, then losing ourselves in each other.
I let her down to her feet, and then we both peel out of the rest of our clothes. Shoes, socks, and pants are all shed, and when she’s standing in front of me in just her simple blue panties, I feel like I’m going to fucking explode.
“Jesus,” I breathe.
“I don’t have protection with me,” she rasps.
“I do.” I kiss her hard. “Stay. Right. Here. ”
I run to my bag, open it, and fish around for the few condoms I threw in just in case , then rush back to her.
She hasn’t moved a muscle, and that makes me smile.
Without a word, she jumps in my arms, and I carry her to the bed. I toss the condoms on the bedside table, pull the covers back, then gently lay her in the middle of the king mattress.
She starts to wiggle into a sitting position, but I press my hand on her sternum.
“Stay down.”
“You’re bossy.”
A salacious grin spreads over my face. “You have no idea.” I hook my fingers into the elastic of her underwear and tug them down her legs, over her feet, and bring them to my nose.
“ Blake. ” She looks scandalized.
“You smell better than fucking pie.”
She bites that lip, and I spread her wide, and suddenly, she throws her arm over her face and stops watching me.
Oh, hell no.
“Don’t you dare hide from me.” I push up and over her, gently move her arm aside, and brush my lips over hers. “Look at me, Harper.”
She cracks one eye.
“All the way. Look at me, beautiful.”
She sighs and opens those gorgeous gray eyes, and I see the hesitation. The embarrassment. And that’s fucking unacceptable.
“There you are. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you. I’m going to feast on your pretty pink pussy until you pass out.”
She goes to cover her face again, but I hold her wrist and kiss her hand.
“No hiding.”
“I’m … not. ”
“And no lying.”
“Blake.” She licks her lips. “I haven’t shaved down there in?—”
“Don’t fucking care.” I kiss her again, deeply. “I absolutely don’t care. Honest.”
She winces, takes a breath, and then sighs. “Okay.”
Instead of kissing down her delectable little body the way I want to, I nibble across her shoulder and let my hand journey down her flat and toned stomach, over her pubis and the soft curls there, and right into her sopping wet pussy.
“Fuck, you’re already so beautifully wet for me.”
I press one finger inside her, circle her already hard bundle of nerves with my thumb, and grin against her skin when she moans and moves her hips.
“So responsive. Christ, you’re squeezing the fuck out of my finger. You’re so tight.”
She licks her lips again and widens her legs, silently begging for more.
“What do you need, Harper?”
“You.”
I hum into her neck. “I like the sound of that. I’m right here. I’ve got you. What else do you need?”
I pull my finger out and push two inside. She moans long and deep, her hips lift off the bed, and I smile down into her face as I pull my fingers out and bring them up to my lips, sucking them clean.
“You taste like fucking heaven.”
Then I kiss her so she can taste herself. Her hand moves down my side and over my ass, and I can’t help but flex into her touch.
“Mmm,” she moans against me. “More.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” I assure her, brushing her hair off her cheek. “But first, my face is going to be buried in your perfect pussy. You’ll come on my tongue before you come on my cock. Got it?”
“Holy shit.”
Her pupils dilate, and I kiss her chin before I move down her body, nudging her legs wider with my shoulders.
And when my tongue laps up her core, through all of that wet heat, Harper moans. Her hands dive into my hair, and I. Fucking. Feast.
I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw her on that plane. I want to consume her. I want to ravage her.
When I’m finished with this woman, no other man will ever exist for her. No one else will ever come close to being enough.
I settle in to take my time. I lick at her opening, drinking her juices as my fingers gently play with her lips.
And she moans.
I pull those lips into my mouth and suck with tiny pulses, making her squirm, and her hands tighten in my hair .
And then, I push my tongue deep inside her, move my nose over her clit, and she fucking explodes. Her climax is spectacular. Her legs shake, her hips pulse, and she makes a fucking mess of my face.
“Good girl.” I pepper kisses all over her inner thighs as I reach for the condoms. After opening one, I slide it over my pulsing, angry cock. “You’re fucking amazing , Harper.”
Her glassy eyes are greedy as she watches me protect us both. I cover her once more and brace myself on my elbows on either side of her head. My cock rests in her heat, gently moving back and forth.
With my eyes on hers, I pull back and line the head of my cock up at her opening and push inside her in one steady, firm thrust. I don’t stop until I’m fully seated, and we’re both breathing hard.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So damn incredible.”
I stare down into stormy eyes and feel something shift inside me.
I don’t do relationships.
But this girl could be a game changer.
I start to move, dragging through her tight-as-fuck pussy, pulling out to the crown and pushing back in again.
“Harder,” she whispers against my lips.
I can’t help but smile.
Fucking gladly.
I pick up the pace and slam into her harder, and she sighs. “Yes. Harder , Blake.”
Pulling out, I flip her over and yank on her hips so she’s on her knees, then slam into her from behind. She cries out, her fists in the sheets.
“Yes! Oh fuck, yes.”
I slap her ass and smooth my hand up her spine to her hair. With the flick of my wrist, I release the bun, and then I fist those thick strands, tug back, and fuck her.
The fast pace is hard and almost punishing.
And this girl fucking loves it.
“Blake. Fuck yes.”
“You like it rough, sweetheart?”
She tries to nod, but I’m holding her hair so tight that she can hardly move.
“You want me to ruin this pussy? When I get done with you, you won’t walk right for a month.”
She whimpers as I reach around and pinch her nipple, then my hand glides down to her clit, and I pinch that, too.
Harper doesn’t want it soft and sweet.
She wants it rough.
And I’m happy to fucking deliver.
She’s pushing back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her ass is perfect. Round and muscular, it fits in my hand like it was made for me.
Her pussy tightens, and I feel the ripples start. She’s going to come again.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I growl against her back. “Come for me, Harper. Come all over me.”
She starts to shiver, and the noises she makes are almost supernatural. I love it. I love that she isn’t quiet or inhibited .
She’s pure sensual lust.
And I know that one night with her will never be enough.
She comes long and hard, and my own climax is right there. I’m right on the edge.
What does Harper do?
She reaches beneath her, cups my balls, and I fucking explode, rocking into her through the orgasm that seems to rip my very soul from my body.
And when I collapse to the side of her, she grins at me, still panting hard.
“Not bad,” she says.
I slap her ass, and she moans.
“Pretty good.”
I bite her arm.
“Okay, you should have gold medals. Is that what you want to hear?”
I laugh and pull her against me. Kiss the fuck out of her and love the way her leg wraps up around my hip.
I’m going to fuck her all night.
And for the first time in my life, I’m going to share breakfast with a woman.
I can’t fucking wait.
There’s a sliver of light in the room when I open one eye. It’s not quite daybreak yet. Which is good because I plan to draw Harper a bath and then order room service.
We fucked again in the bed, then made it to the shower, where I fucked her some more.
Then we dropped dead into sleep.
I don’t know if I’ve ever slept that good.
I roll over to see her sweet face and stop short when I discover I’m the only one in this bed. And when I touch the sheets where she was, they’re cool. She’s been gone for a while.
She left.
I get out of the bed and check the rest of the suite to make sure she’s not simply in the bathroom, or in the living room, but her bags are gone.
She’s gone.
Well, fuck.