Freeing myself of my clothing from the waist down, I climbed on top of him and glided him into my warm, aching need.
When I accidentally moaned, Blake covered my mouth with his hand.
But he didn’t stop me. Not when I began to move, not when I found my rhythm, and not when I moved his hand from mymouth to my sex, biting my lip as he performed slow circles with this thumb.
I couldn’t even make out what Blake was saying, but his eyes … His eyes were glued to my sex taking him in me. This was so much hotter than any of my fantasies, a wave of pleasure rising embarrassingly quickly. As it finally crashed around me, he had to abandon circling my sensitive bud to clamp his hand over my mouth again while I twitched and jerked from the orgasm. Burying my face in his neck.
Suddenly, he clicked the red button on his cell phone, chucked it aside, and said, “Up. Now.”
He tugged my body away from him.
“Sit on the sofa.”
It was actually a patio couch, but I wasn’t going to correct him.
“Now turn around, throw your legs up over the back, and dangle your head down.”
I realized instantly what he was doing. He was positioning me upside down, my head and mouth dangling off the edge, in the perfect position for me to deep-throat him.
I happily obliged, opening my jaw as he knelt in front of me.
And thrust so deeply and quickly into my mouth that I gagged.
Pulling back slightly, Blake grabbed the back of my head. And started pistoning in and out of my mouth.
“Want me to pull out?” he asked.
With him finding his rhythm, I shook my head slightly. My answer made him groan and thrust his hips harder. I relaxed my throat, taking every inch of him until, finally, he stilled and roared. I could feel the warmth of his climax in the back of my throat, could feel him quivering as he caught his breath and then, after several seconds, freed himself.
“My turn,” he announced.
I blinked. I wasn’t expecting him to return the favor, but when he lay down on the ground, I wasn’t going to argue with him either.
“On my face, Cupcake. Now.”
The throbbing between my thighs was almost unbearable as I positioned my knees on either side of his head, and then he pulled my sex to his mouth.
I ran my fingers through his hair as his skilled tongue found its tempo. My hips began to move, gyrating and quivering as he locked eyes with me, bringing me to the brink and holding me tightly until I crashed around him. Around my Blake.
53
BLAKE
PRIVATE MESSAGE
Ryker: Any news about our friend? *thinking face emoji*
Me: Are you seriously putting this in writing? Did you have a stroke?
Ryker: Wow, someone’s extra charming today.
Me: YOU. The actual lawyer. The one who gave me a two-hour lecture about “electronic paper trails” when I’d texted what Knox said in one of my visits.
Ryker: Relax. I’ve had this app since law school. Military-grade encryption.
Me: Right. Because no one’s ever hacked anything “military-grade.” *eye roll emoji*
Ryker: Speaking of people avoiding my questions … heard from my sister lately?
