“And clearly you have good taste since you picked me up.” The corner of his lip pulls up as he tries not to laugh.
I wrap my hand around his cock–how is it still sorta hard–and tighten my grip with a wicked smirk. “Don’t think I didn’t catch how that was more a compliment for you than me.”
“Is this supposed to be a threat?” He arches a brow in that sexy way only ruggedly handsome men can pull off as he looks at where my hand is resting.
“You think I won’t squeeze?”
“I hope you do. Maybe this time I can be on top. I’d love to ride you so I can watch you come next.”
That’s so unexpected I let go. “You want to…watch?”
“You say that like it’s weird.” A tiny line forms between his brows.
“Not weird just…not something I’m used to.” I trap my lips between my teeth, wishing I could take the words back.
Blake rubs a finger over the bridge of his nose. “I’m gonna need more information than that. Has no one ever watched you come before?”
“I…well…once or twice maybe.” I think back to the rebound guy, who wouldn’t let us cover our encounter in darkness. Then Brian, who always insisted on it. I’m not intending to mention either of those things until I realize Blake is still staring at me intently. “It’s not something you see very well in the dark.”
“I’m guessing since the lights are on now it wasn’t you who insisted on the dark?”
I shake my head no.
“Why didhe?” Blake doesn’t clarify whoheis, though I get the sense he can guess it’s someone who used to be important to me.
“If I had to guess, he could pretend I was someone else in the dark.”Shit. I didn’t mean to say that, either.Why do my words just spill out in front of him?
Blake brushes a lock of hair away from my face. “I can’t pretend to know what that would be like—I’ve never really dated anyone so I don’t have that kind of scar—but I do know you shouldn’t let this one become permanent.”
I try to swallow the lump in my throat before it turns into a full-on sob—pretty sure waterworks are frowned upon during a one-night stand—although that’s no easy feat considering it’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me. Ever.
“I’ll try not to,” I whisper.
“Good.” He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Now lay back and let me between those legs. I’d love nothing more than to see those pretty blue eyes staring at mine when I take you over the edge.”
Slowly, cautiously, I roll to my back and splay my legs wide so Blake can fit between them. My cock is hard now, standing at attention, andfor a moment Blake seems content to just look at it. He’s probably wondering how it can be so thick when I’m so slim, but to his credit he doesn’t say those words. Instead, he licks a stripe from root to tip, sealing his lips around the crown and suckling gently.
Whether he’s trying to take it easy on my sensitive dick or savor the moment I can’t tell—either would be a thoughtful gesture, and he seems like a thoughtful guy. Regardless, his soft, warm mouth feels like heaven, and it’s a struggle to keep my head up and my eyes open. I’d give myself over to the sensation and collapse into a puddle if I didn’t want to commit this image to memory so I can draw on it when future me is all alone again.
Blake watches me from under hooded eyes as he takes me to the back of his throat, and despite the deliciously filthy image of his mouth swallowing my cock, it’s his heated gaze that has me transfixed.
“Shit that’s good.” My fingers sift through his soft curls.
“Mmm.” His eyelids flutter shut as he bobs his head, giving me the distinct impression he likes having a cock in his mouth. It’s something I enjoy too, whether I’m giving or receiving, but receiving has never felt as good as it does right now. I suspect that’s partly because everything about Blake puts me at ease, although the way his tongue moves on my shaft is nothing short of divine.
“Better stop and let me prep you or you won’t get your turn on top.” My chest heaves as I try to keep my arousal in check.
Blake’s face starts to turn crimson. “I sort of took care of the prep part.” He holds up two shiny fingers.
“Someone’s impatient.” I chuckle as Blake sheathes my cock for me, an act that I find impossibly sexy.
I’m not even gonna try to deny that.” He holds my dick at his entrance and, holding my gaze, sinks his broad frame down until the space between us is erased. With my hand leisurely pumping his shafthe starts to move, and when I come several minutes later, his eyes are still locked on mine.
Chapter six
Blake
One minute, I’m nursing a beer, wishing Jace had been able to stay for another night. The next, a striking man with bubble gum pink hair is at my side, and for the second morning in a row, I’m not alone when I wake up.
