Chapter 12 #2
I make a quick stop in the upstairs bathroom before I head for my room.
When I get there, I find Blair there, sitting crossed legged in the middle of the bed dressed in one of my shirts.
Her discarded pajamas are neatly folded on the long dresser on the other side of the room.
My shirt is massive on her, so much so that the neckline drapes over one of her shoulders.
She looks good in it. The sight of her in my shirt feeds into some deep-seated, primal possessiveness in me.
Blair smiles as I kick the door shut behind me and scooches further back so I can join her on the bed. Her eyes narrow on the plastic package on the plate as I cross the room.
“What’s that?”
“Apparently, at some point, Santi ordered a year's supply of birth control. It showed up the day after you and Rhett took off,” I explain. “So, I’m taking advantage of his enthusiasm.”
Blair laughs .
“Looks like a daily pill—you ok with this? I can always grab a condom if—”
Blair holds up a hand. “No, that’s fine. I want to feel you all cum inside of me so I’m more than happy to take it. Someone will have to remind me though.”
My brain barely processes anything after “I want to feel you all cum inside of me”.
Could Blair be any more perfect?
“I appreciate the dinner,” she says, taking the plate I offer her and the glass of water. As she tears into the birth control packet and takes the first pill she adds, “But there’s something I want more.”
Her eyes drop to my crotch as I step back and remove my shirt.
I laugh quietly as I chuck off my pants next, leaving me only in my boxer briefs.
“Want and need are two separate things,” I tell her. “Right now, you need food and sleep.”
“And if I don’t agree?”
“Remember what I told you would happen if you were bad?”
The idea of throwing Blair over my knee and spanking her only gets me harder.
“But I was wrong,” she says, a hint of a whine in her voice. “I need you.”
I chuckle as I climb into bed and lean against the headboard. With an exaggerated sigh, I pull my dick free and stroke it a few times.
“Well, then I suppose I should meet that need as well.”
Blair gives me a winning grin and moves to place her plate down but I shake my head.
“Bring it here.”
Blair frowns but does as she’s told. She shuffles on her knees between my legs and I smile at her.
“Tell me you don’t have panties on.”
She gives me a cheeky smirk. “No panties.”
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Good girl, now turn around.”
When Blair gives me her back, I reach forward and grab her hips. Gently, I pull her back into me until my cock is pressed up against her back. My right hand slides forward from her hip to dip between her legs. The wet mess there has me groaning with need.
“Oh, baby girl, you do need me.”
“I told you,” she says and gasps as I begin to tease her clit. She squirms and groans, and I shudder in response as she grows wetter.
Fuck me…
I lean down and kiss the crook of her neck. “I need you, too.”
“Then let’s—”
“I need you to eat.”
Blair fumes with indignation as I pull my hand away from her pussy. I chuckle and that only makes her even more irritated.
“Wes!”
“I’ll always take care of you,” I promise as I grab her hips again, this time to lift her up. I settle the entrance to her pussy just over the crown of my cock.
The cry that slips past Blair’s lips as I pull her down the length of me, slow and steady, turns into a hearty, deep-throated groan. I have to suck in a shaky breath as her body grips me greedily. Even with how wet she is, Blair’s tight and… fuck. It takes everything in me not to buck up into her.
This isn’t about me.
This is about taking care of Blair.
Inch by tortuous inch, I drag Blair down my shaft until she’s completely seated in my lap. By the time I let her hips go, we’re both breathing hard.
“Wes,” Blair chokes out. “You’re so thick. Holy shit…”
She squirms and my eyes cross at the pleasure that shoots up my spine. I grip her hips to keep her from doing it again.
“There,” I tell her, though my voice is strained. “You have me. Now eat.”
“This isn’t what I—”
“Eat and you’ll get more. But until then, you and I are just going to sit here.”
“You’re cruel.”
I chuckle before I correct her, “I’m taking care of you.”
With a huff Blair places the plate in her hands onto the bed before her and picks up the slice of pizza. As she tears into it, I snake my hand beneath my shirt that she’s wearing and slide my palm over her stomach, ribs and up until I cup her left breast.
“You feel so good wrapped around me, Blair,” I mutter into her ear as she eats.
“I bet I could make things feel better if you’d let me move.”
My body shakes with quiet amusement, but it stops when Blair tries to shift on my lap to create the friction we both desperately need.
I choke on my groan. Rather than reply, I simply roll and tease her nipple.
Bending down, I kiss along her neck as she eats.
When I switch to toy with her right breast, I pause to warn her.
“Slow down, or you’ll choke.”
She sighs. “I want to choke… just not on pizza.”
My dick grows impossibly hard inside of her, and Blair laughs lightly.
“You know I want you, right?” I tell her between kisses. “But your well-being comes first and after a week and a half like the one you’ve had, you need tending to. Let me care for you, Blair.”
Through a mouth full of food she says, “I’m eating, aren’t I?”
“Drink some water.”