Page 31 of Blurry Little Lines
“I’m all for toy play, but don’t you dare threaten that my dick and tongue can’t get you off.”
“You’re nothing but talk, Max,” she sasses, and I’m enjoying the champagne loosening her tongue. “How about you prove it for once.”
And like fuck if I settle for anythingabovewhat I once considered my best.
“Don’t move.” I release her wrists and push off the bed to undress myself.
She listens for a few seconds before one of her arms creeps over her chest and the other covers a few stretch marks on her hip that are barely noticeable. I bite my tongue and focus on unbuttoning my shirt instead of scolding her for not listening. Tonight could go two ways. I keep my mastered dominate side and block out any emotions other than ruining all men for every woman I take to bed, or I let my own guard down and treat her like more than a meaningless quick fuck.
“Let me help you.” She sits up and undoes my belt as her lips roll into a straight line. A sign she’s a bit nervous, but it’s probably because I’ve been stalling, waiting for her to back out. Or maybe, it’s to protect my own heart.
Kelsie isn’t a play toy for the night. We have an unbreakable bond and she has been through a shitty relationship. She needs to be cherished, but also experience how sex with all men doesn’t suck.
“Your abs are seriously unreal.” Her eyes stay glued to my chest as I remove my shirt.
“I’m going to taste your delectable body now.” I kick my pants down, crawling on top of her, and decide to let whatever happens, happen.
Our lips collide in a steady rhythm as her hands run through my hair. When I trail my hand down her body, squeezing her breasts and the softness of her hips, her arms wrap around my neck. Her sweet skin is like a delicacy as my lips trail over her. I take my time as I kiss down her neck and collarbone. As her heavy breaths become labored, it only fuels my need for her. I grin, loving how responsive she is to my touch, and I have barely started to explore her body. My lips place gentle kisses on the underside of her breasts as my hand cups her core over the lace. Every move I make is deliberate and embroidered into my mind, since we only get one night in each other’s arms.
“Max,” Kelsie whispers in desperation, arching into my hand.
“Yes?” I slide my hand to her hips and meet her dilated eyes.
“Touch me.”
“I am, baby girl.” I give her a wicked grin.
“Maybe I’m not into foreplay.” She huffs with agitation.
“Not into it or not sure how to enjoy something you’ve never been given?” I slip my fingers under the waistband of her panties, pausing before sliding them down. Kelsie has taken me by surprise. “You’re completely waxed.” My fingers brush back and forth over the smooth skin.
“Personal preference.” She tilts her head to look at me. “And to answer your question, duh, I have had some foreplay. And no, I have no idea what to expect fromyou.”
I hold her gaze while my middle finger ghosts over her clit before maneuvering down her slit. When I slowly push my finger inside her soaked warmth, her teeth bite her bottom lip as her legs spread a little wider. I swirl my finger before sliding it out and adding a second. Her eyes widen as I curl my middle finger, as if beckoning her to come.Literally. Her jaw lowers, parting her pretty lips, and a small gasp escapes. I repeat the motion again as my thumb continues to circle her clit.
“You can expect plenty of gasps and orgasms ricocheting throughout your sexy little body, Kelsie.” My hands continue their magical rhythm as I prop myself up on my elbow and bring my lips to Kelsie’s.
She’s close to an orgasm already, and I feel her tightening around me, but then her body backs off and loses focus. I remove my fingers and meet her eyes. They pop open when I lift her arms above her head. I press a soft kiss to her wrists, forearms, and lips. I continue the trail of kisses to her sensitive skin down her body as she watches me.
“Keep your arms above your head, baby girl,” I mutter against her skin. “Just breathe. Relax and feel your body build.” My lips meet her core, and I swirl my tongue and suck while listening to what really gets her body going. It doesn’t take long before her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer in need of more pressure. I quicken the flicks of my tongue and flat swirls against her clit. She’s now too focused on pulling my hair and trying to come instead of letting go.
“I can’t–” she pants.
“Hands above your head or I’ll tie them.” I use my dominant voice. “Don’t focus on coming. Focus on chasing the high.” Her hands release my hair, and moments later, her body stiffens and arches. I don’t let up until a foreign sound leaves her throat, filling the room, and her body shakes with pleasure. Placing a gentle kiss to her clit, I then hover above her.
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly, and I can’t fight my grin.
“Do you still think you’re not into foreplay?”
“After tonight, it won’t matter anyway.” Her hands cup my chin to bring my lips to hers. Kelsie’s response of a one-night stand should be music to my ears, but it isn’t.
Kelsie should be worshiped like this every night and the fact that she’s detaching from this situation pains my heart a little. My arms circle her waist and I pull her on top of me. I need to feel her weight and fill my hands with her ass as she straddles me. If she’s relying on me to be the last man to give her orgasms, I better damn well deliver. My hand meets her throat as I push myself up and flip her on her back between my legs. She lets out a surprisedyelpand I’m glad she’s the only short girl I’ll experience this with. I knew her shortness would be fun to toss around in bed.
Her nails run over my back and down my abs until her palm meets my throbbing cock. I thrust into her hand a few times before she releases my dick from my boxers and holds my eye contact—as if she’s giving me the same respect that I gave to her at the beginning. Her fingertips run up and down my length and she continues to stare at me. Eye contact is rare for me during sex, and yet it’s so hot with Kelsie.
“My tongue was inside your pussy, Kelsie.” I feel myself chuckle. “I’m not shy about you looking at my prize-worthy cock.” She glances down and a wicked grin appears on her beautiful face. Widening her legs, she arches herself closer to me.
“Show me how prize worthy it is.” Her hand gives my cock a slight squeeze before taking the bold move and angling the tip at her soaked opening.