Chapter 35
The rock hard ridge grinding into her backside was her wake up call. Blythe heard a low rumble coming from the big spoon behind her as he moaned. She was wrapped in Justin’s arms the entire night—did she move at all? She’d slept like a baby, dressed in just his T-shirt, the scent of him wafting all around her.
She instinctively rocked her hips back against him, teasing his cock.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, sugar. Don’t even try to play innocent.”
He growled and squeezed her tighter as she chuckled and spun to face him. Her hand slid down his naked abs and under the band of his pajama pants. She gripped his cock and nuzzled her nose into his neck.
“I do know exactly what I’m doing, and I know exactly what I want…”
She ducked her head under the sheet and slid down, pulling the waistband of his bottoms with her.
His voice was deep and raspy from sleep, which made it all the more seductive to listen to. “You’re playing with fire, baby…”
“I like danger,” she hissed back. She popped her head back out, her dainty fist still holding onto him for dear life. “I want to put my mouth on this. Will you teach me how to do it?”
Justin’s sleepy eyes were no longer sleepy. They were dark and narrow. He propped himself up on his elbow and she watched his jaw flex.
“Are you serious?”
He looked surprised. Was this an unusual ask for a woman? She was emphatic in her response.
“Yes! Teach me, I want to do this.”
“Okay…” Justin threw the sheet back and stood next to the bed. He towered over her, his blue eyes still dark but with a playful smirk on his lips.
“On your knees for me, sugar…”
Blythe did as she was told, snaking off the bed herself and slowly dropping to the floor. Justin kicked his checkered bottoms to the side, looking down at her while running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Good girl. Now, open those pretty lips.”
Her mouth parted as Justin lowered his hand to cup her chin, his thumb grazing her bottom lip.
“I’m going to be gentle, and I’ll go slow—but you tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”
She nodded in response, and Justin gave a short thrust, entering her mouth. He moved in rhythm as he instructed her where to place her hands. Blythe had never been there, in that place, physically kneeling in front of him, but somehow it didn’t feel foreign. It felt as natural as the sun on her face or breathing air.
Her hands gripped and squeezed where he’d placed them. She never thought she would be vocal in situations like this, but she gave into the urge and moaned around his cock.
Letting go with one hand, she used it to move over the rest of his body, wherever she felt so inclined. He was glorious, every inch of him. Her tongue whipped and teased as she sucked—she was having fun.
He gritted his teeth and flexed his chiseled abs. “That’s it baby, take it deep.”
His thrusts began coming faster and his feral groans rang in her ears, sending warm shivers down the small of her back.
His hands fisted in her hair, and she felt a soft tug. “Look at you, so damn beautiful—just like I knew you’d be, fucking driving me insane.”
The look on his face could only be described as magnificent torture as his head tipped back and rolled around his neck. “Are you ready or do you want me to stop? Tell me now!”
She stared up at him, eyes locking with his. Without saying a word she gave him every ounce of permission. She wanted the full experience. She wasn’t chicken.
Within seconds, she felt him come, the heat filling her mouth entirely. She kept her hand at his base, not allowing him to move back, as she swallowed—her fiery green eyes never leaving his.
When she finally released her grip and allowed him to pull out, she let her tongue sweep over her swollen lips, a satisfied grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Still recovering, Justin bent down, hauling her up and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and when he gripped the back of her neck to pull her lips to his, the kiss he gave her was fierce. His mouth devoured hers—tongue and teeth, hard and demanding. He growled in his throat and sucked her bottom lip through his teeth once more.
“You did so damn good, Blythe.” His pulse was strong, and she could feel his chest practically vibrating. “Looking down at you, seeing your gorgeous lips wrapped around me—hearing you moan, and feeling your hands all over my body…it was pure fucking heaven!”
She breathed out a single syllable laugh against his mouth, then moved her head back to admire his ravenous face. “Really? You just called me by my name. What happened to sugar or baby?”
His thumb caressed her cheek.
“You’re so much more than a nickname to me. You’re everything to me. When you hear me say your name, I hope you know that you’re the most beautiful and precious thing in the world! When I’m flirting or seducing you…I’ll call you sugar.” His eyes danced with that mischief she adored, then they honed in on her. “When I’m serious, I’ll only call you by your name—because this isn’t flirting anymore. I’m serious as hell, and you deserve someone who's serious as hell about you, Blythe. You’re mine, and you own me, mind, body and soul.”
She held his face, tears threatening to spill over the truth she felt in her heart with every word he spoke.
Carrying her to the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the garden tub and ran the water, putting his fingers through the steady stream to feel the temperature.
“Are you filling this tub up for me?” She smiled. Gosh, he was so sweet.
“I’m filling this tub for us, sugar—it’s built for at least two.”
Blythe bit her lip and grinned. She could only imagine what he was about to do to her in that tub—but if last night was any indication, she was excited to find out. This wasn’t going to be just a bath, that she was certain of. She pulled his shirt from her body, heat already pooling between her legs as she dipped her toes into the warm water and lowered herself all the way down.
His voice was always so provocative, and it made her tummy flip when she heard him say, “Scoot forward, baby… I’m coming in behind you.”
Justin slipped into the water and wrapped his legs on either side of hers, pulling her back up against him. It was a good thing this tub wasn’t any smaller, because the man was huge. His hands smoothed over her skin, under the water, then up to the swell of her breasts and gently squeezed.
“Do you mind if I return the favor? Touch you here…” His hands started to roam. “And here…” One hand was at her throat, the other between her thighs. His fingers started to play, while his hold on her neck tightened just a little.
What was happening? There was no way, in any other reality, that a hand on her throat would’ve been ok…but with Justin? She felt—safe.
“I’ve only got two hands, sugar—want to help me?”
Her eyes were closed, enraptured in yet another first with Justin. Her words came out breathy, and she almost stumbled over them. “What do you mean?”
“Play with your nipples, baby. Pretend it’s my mouth on those gorgeous tits while I play with your pussy.”
Being told what to do by Justin Forge was not the same as being told what to do by some shitty fiancé, or her dad, or anyone else. When Justin told her what to do, she liked it… She wanted to obey.
“Okay.” She lifted her hands from under the water and placed them right where he instructed her to. She began to pinch and tug, every part of her engulfed in the delicious stimulation they were creating together.
“That’s it, sugar…tell me what’s running through that pretty head of yours right now—every word.”
She paused, feeling a little timid at vocalizing her feelings, but let go and confessed. “I’m thinking about how hot it is having your fingers in my pussy right now. The warm water and the way you’re doing it…it’s like I’m weightless and drowning in your touch. In my mind, it’s your lips devouring my tits right now, and I never thought I’d like another person’s hand at my neck like this—but because I trust you, it’s actually turning me on even more.”
“There she is…” He drawled the words, “That’s my good girl. Keep it up. We’re going to make you come…” His voice lowered an octave. “So fucking hard.”
Her chest heaved and she arched her back, her torso peeking out of the water.
Justin’s fingers were surely Picasso’s paint brush. He was a master at his craft and knew exactly where to touch her to get her off. His fingers were at her clit, inside of her, and all over her pussy lips. His hand remained at her throat, while hers continued to do the job he’d given her.
The back of her head was resting on his shoulder when she started to feel herself climb. Her jaw dropped open, more than it already was, and the high-pitched sounds coming from her throat got even louder.
“Go ahead, scream for me baby, it’s just us. Shatter the windows, give me everything you’ve got, and when you come—it’s my name I want to hear on those pretty lips again.”
Her panting became uncontrollable, and just when she thought she was going to burst into flame, she screamed his name.
At the same time, she heard him whisper next to her ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come apart for me.”