Page 40 of Blindside Love

“You have this knack for making a girl feel special. It’s like you can read my mind and know exactly what I need at that moment. It’s a gift.”

“It’s only with you,” I say, pulling her back up and continuing to sway. “You make me like this.”

She pauses momentarily, but in one quick motion, she reaches up on her tippy toes and presses her lips against mine. It’s slow at first, almost like she’s questioning it, hesitating. But now that she’s made the first move, it’s go time. I won’t let anything go too far, but I can’t resist having a little fun with her. She’s had enough alcohol to impact her decision-making when it comes to me fucking her. Kissing is fine, but I want her to be levelheaded when I fuck her. I don’t want her to regret a single thing we do.

I move my hand from her hips to below her ass, lifting her into my arms with ease. Her legs immediately wrap around my body as the kiss quickly turns from tame to feral.

Her mouth opens, and our tongues, teeth, and lips clash as we both fight for control. Holding her up with one arm, I slide my hand up to her neck, gripping her ever so slightly so as not to alarm her but to silently demand her complete attention. When she pulls back from the kiss, her eyes meet mine, her shy, nervous look from earlier now replaced by pure lust.

“Easy, kitten. You’re not in control right now,” I murmured against her lips, her quick intake of air and the gentle roll of her hips the only indication I need to know she likes to lose her control, at least with me.

My lips press against hers, returning to our kiss, only this time it’s more frenzied, more frantic as her hands grip my hair, slide under my shirt, and grip me tightly like she’s holding on for dear life.

I pull back, needing a moment to catch my bearings, and remind myself why I can’t let this go too far. But fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel her body against mine, reach between us and feel just how wet she is for me.

“What are we doing?” she mumbles, her arms wrapped around my neck as she grinds her hips against me again. I press kisses down her neck, all the way down to her collar bone, where I run my tongue across to her pulse point. “We’re supposed to be friends.”

“We are friends,” I groan, trailing my kisses down her cleavage, right to where her shirt meets her skin. Using my teeth, I pull it down, her breast popping free as my mouth latches on her nipple, rolling it between my teeth as she moans above me.

“This doesn’t seem like something friends do,” she says through a moan as I repeat the same thing to her other breast, alternating between the two, sucking and biting as she moans, her hands gripping my hair and holding me in place.

“Really? I think I’m being very friendly.”

She swats me with her hand. “Trevor, I’m serious. What are we doing?”

“We are two adults who find each other very attractive. We are enjoying ourselves by enjoying each other… just a bit.”

“What do you mean, just a bit?” Ellie asks, confused.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight,” I tell her, hating the hurt in her eyes. “But it’s not because I don’t want to. I want you sober. I want there to be no chance of you regretting a drunken decision when I sink my cock into your tight little cunt for the first time. I want you level headed, going into it completely willing so that when I take you, and I take your control and have you screaming my name, there’s no way you could regret it in the morning.

“So, we’re friends? But that kiss…” she says, biting her lip.

“For now.” I wink, earning me a cute blush. I look down at her, her tits out, chest rosy from my bites and her desire, and goddamn, I want to drop to my knees, reach between her legs and taste her. Unable to help myself, I drop down on the couch, holding her in my arms so she’s straddling me as I resume our kiss.

“How wet are you right now, kitten?” I groan, my thumb reaching down to her jeans and flicking the button open. I’m not going to fuck her, but I’m pretty sure I’ll perish if I don’t taste her tonight. Now. Right this minute.

“So wet,” she groans, her body quivering as I slip my hand into her pants.

All thoughts have gone out the window, at least mostly as I move my fingers down to her core, sliding them through her wetness. I feel my cock harden even more, which I wouldn’t have assumed possible, as I press one finger into her, coating myself in her juices. Sliding it out, I bring my fingers up to my mouth, her eyes widening as I suck every last drop of her from my fingers.

“Fucking hell, kitten, you’re going to be the death of me. You taste so sweet, I could drown in your cunt and never come up for air.”

Her eyes flare as she puts her hands on my shoulders, sliding back until she’s standing. Before I can even think to say anything, she’s dropped down to her knees, between my legs, and her hands immediately move to my belt.

“Ellie, you don’t have—” I start.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Please, let me do this,” she begs, slowly undoing my belt and making quick work of undoing my pants. Watching me intently, she pauses, almost waiting for the signal that she can keep going.

There’s not a fucking chance in hell I’m stopping her right now. She watches me, waiting for some sign on whether to proceed. She slides my jeans down and frees my cock.

I’m rock hard, my cock throbbing, as pre-cum slowly beads on the tip of my cock. When her tiny hand grips me, wrapping around my length, I nearly blow. Her fingers can’t touch, as she uses both hands to jack me off. She’s licking her lips like she wants to taste me, but her eyes are still wide as she watches herself fuck me with her hands.

“What’s wrong, kitten?”

“You’re… big. Like, really, really big.”

I grin, unable to help it. It’s hard not to smile when a pretty girl is complimenting your cock like it’s a masterpiece.

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