Chapter Twenty #2
Blake laughed again. “I’ve been waiting forever to take you apart, sweetheart. I can’t rush this.”
Maggie groaned, the edge approaching, and maybe he was just fucking with her and he was going to let her keep going …
But no, he pulled his hand back, and she whimpered in frustration as the pleasure ebbed away. “You know,” he said, nibbling his way down her neck, “I’ve been dreaming about this.” He started rubbing her again. “About having you under me, about the noises you would make.”
His words reached her through a fog, her awareness focused only on the sensation gathering throughout her lower body. She tried to answer but couldn’t find words, only whimpers.
“It’s better than I dreamed about.” He closed his lips over her nipple and tugged again, his fingers still merciless.
When she began to tremble, he pulled his hand away and instead kept kissing across her chest to the other nipple.
This time, he followed his lips with his teeth, biting down until she squirmed. Pleasure-pain rippled through her.
“Fuck, Blake.” She squirmed, but she was helpless, hips twitching up and seeking his touch again.
“Soon.” He shifted between her legs, mouth skimming over her hip, then her belly.
God, he was going to go down on her, and she was going to come whether she tried to hold back or not.
She hadn’t known it could be like this. This was entirely different than obeying him over text, light years beyond words on a screen.
His shoulders pushed her hips open, spreading her bare to him.
No one had looked at her like this before, like they wanted to devour her. He stared, a dark, needy expression on his face, and she wanted to give him everything.
Then he moved his hands to her inner thighs, gently parting her folds with his thumbs before he locked eyes with her. His lips curled up in a smile as he lowered his mouth to her body.
“Oh!” she gasped, tugging again at her bonds. Her clit was surrounded, tugged, the harsh drag of his tongue alternating with the soft brush of his lips, and she couldn’t think with the tight spiral closer to the edge. “Blake, I’m—I’m—”
She could feel the movement of his lips against her as he spoke. “You’re what?”
“I’m gonna come.” The words came out tight, high-pitched, breathless.
“No, you’re not.” He dragged the flat of his tongue over her. “Because I haven’t given my permission.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck. She had to actively relax her muscles, stave off the impending climax even as he pulled her clit into his mouth again. “Sir, please, can I come?” As soon as that word came out, she fixed it. “May I come?”
He smiled against her, pressing a gentle kiss right above her folds.
“I love good grammar, baby.” The affectionate term rolled over her, another pet name that made her go soft inside even as her body thrummed like a gong.
“But no.” He propped himself up on his elbows.
“You’re still twitching, even without me touching you. How’s it feel?”
“Like I’m gonna die,” she whined, squirming. “But—” She struggled to find words. “Also—it’s fantastic.”
He groaned, like her words were enough to be his undoing.
“I love this,” he said, and it seemed for a moment like he might say more, but then he just shook his head and smiled again.
“You’re so good for me.” He shifted, then his fingers opened her up, and her hips bucked in reflex as he pressed deeper.
He curled them and sparks zinged along her nerves, that feeling of fullness and the thick, heavy tug of climax at the edges of her senses.
Then a hot, wet pull on her clit, and oh, oh, he had her in his mouth again and she was going to fall apart right now. Right now.
“I’m gonna—please, please, sir, let me come?” She was shaking, uncontrollably, and fuck, he stopped.
He stretched back out alongside her and held his fingers in front of her face, slick and shining. She opened her mouth, and he paused only a moment before his jaw went slack and he slipped his fingers into her mouth. She sucked them all the way in.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, reverent in his tone despite his words. “You’re full of surprises.”
She let his fingers drop from her lips. “You’re one to talk.”
Blake smiled. He wrapped his slick hand around his erection.
“You wanna come in my mouth?” he asked. “Or on my cock?”
She loved hearing that word on his lips. “Your cock.” God, she wanted him inside her.
“You want your hands back?” He brushed a kiss over her mouth. “Hmm?”
She nodded, leaning up to chase his kiss. “Please.”
He reached above her head, tugged at something, and suddenly she was free, the ropes falling away. He threw them aside and leaned down to kiss her again, groaning as she slid her hands into his hair.
“I want you.” She had never wanted anything more. “There’s condoms in my purse.”
He hummed against her mouth, then sat up and fished around in his nightstand drawer with a grin. He pulled out a foil packet. “Bought some.”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Hopeful?”
“It was the ultimate gesture of optimism, I’ll tell you.
” He grinned back at her. With that, she saw the two sides of him again, the playfulness of Blake with the confident dominance of the Pimpernel.
Her mouth watered, watching him slick the condom down over his erection, and her body suddenly remembered she’d been edged a half dozen times or so.
“I need you,” she groaned, and suddenly he was on top of her, his weight pressed her down into the mattress, his body firm and solid as he swallowed her moan.
“I know.” He brushed his nose against hers, impossibly tender, his dark eyes sparkling as he looked down at her. “I need you too.”
Maggie let Blake settle in between her thighs, his cock a hot line pressing against her. Then he pushed all the way into her with one solid thrust.
Maggie keened, arms wrapping around him in reflex, fingernails pressing in his back. He filled her deep, perfect, and she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Oh my god,” he whispered. He dropped his forehead down against hers, and she could see the future suddenly laid out before her, laughter and teasing and friendship combined with this intense, breathtaking intimacy weaving them together, spinning something deeper and more profound than she’d ever expected.
Her heart squeezed tight and her breath caught.
She almost said I love you, and she knew it was heightened emotions, and of course it was too soon, but at the same time she knew it was true.
She wouldn’t say it that night, but she would say it soon, and she would mean it.
He moved his hips, then, and her thoughts vanished with the rush of pleasure.
She rocked up to meet his thrusts. “So good for me,” he said again, his words tumbling out.
“Wanted you so bad. All those nights.” He took another shuddering breath.
“Thinking about you helpless underneath me, begging to come. If I’d known … ” He shook his head.
“Please.” She was reduced to single words, her climax hovering barely beyond her reach, the orgasm building up inside her like a thunderstorm. “I want you to come like this,” he said into her ear. “You think you can come on my cock?”
Her throat was too tight to answer. He lifted his head enough to look into her eyes, his hips stilling. “Or do I need to edge you for a few more days and try again?”
“Shit!” Maggie shuddered, clenching around him in reflex. “Yes, I can, I can, please, please, sir.”
“Oh, I love it when you call me sir.” Blake smiled. He nuzzled her lips with his, a light touch, too light to be a kiss. Then he started to rock against her, each slide pressing against all her sensitive areas. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
He thrust forward once more, filling her all the way, and she came.
Pleasure burned through her, shockingly intense, consuming every nerve and sense.
Each spasm of her muscles was another reminder of how full she was.
He groaned, his hips still moving, length sliding in and out of her as she came endlessly around him.
The peaks broke over her again and again, waves of climax and aftershock, her thoughts seared away into nothing but sound and light and joy.
When she came back to herself, he was still moving inside her, slowly, steadily, like he had all the time in the world.
She was exhausted, but his movement inside her left her twitchy.
In moments, she was climbing that peak again, and she didn’t know if she could come again that soon, but fuck, she also didn’t think she could control it.
“Please, please, let me come again,” she begged, already past any shame.
“Again? Really?” He nuzzled down at her ear. “But wouldn’t it be much more fun to wait?”
“No, please.” She wasn’t ready for that, not yet. “Please, sir …”
“You beg beautifully.” He started moving his hips faster, then—oh—bent one of her legs back to sink even deeper. With that new angle, he slid his hand between them and his fingers found her clit. She gasped and gripped the sheets, already close enough for it to hurt.
“If you can come before me, you can come again.” They’d played this game before, but it felt oh, so different now.
He kept thrusting, faster and harder, chasing his release, but his touch on her clit got lighter, barely a gentle, slow brush. She clenched around him, squeezed him, letting him fill her, desperate to find that peak.
“Oh, honey, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to come?” Blake teased her, voice breathless. “Doesn’t seem like it. Maybe you’ll have to stay desperate like this for me.”
That was all it took. Maggie came again, that crash overwhelming, and then he buried himself deep within her and found his own release. She squeezed him closer, legs wrapping around his hips.
Afterward, they lay panting. Blake took care of the condom, then rolled back to her.
She met his gaze.
“What?” he asked.
In return, she leaned over to kiss him.
He smiled. “What’s that for?” He returned her kiss with one of his own, making her grin.