Page 57 of Loyalties & Longings

I turn around and press a soft kiss to his lips. His eyes are focused on my lips, searching for any missing lipstick to see if I left a mark on his face.

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t come off.” I smile. He reaches up and swipes his thumb along my lower lip, inspecting my lipstick for himself.

“Fuck, Siren. Now, all I can think about is seeing these pretty red lips parted in an ‘O,’ either wrapped around my cock or crying out in ecstasy,” he whispers into my mouth. I grab the back of his head and kiss him hungrily. When he presses his body against mine, I can feel just how much the idea appeals to him.

Pulling back, I check my cell for the time.

That blasted light.

SHIT.

“We’re going to be late if we don’t leave in the next twenty minutes, and you’re still not ready,” I urge. Blaze cups my face, walking me backward to the balcony. Taking my cell from me, he tosses it onto one of the outdoor chairs.

“It’s okay. I called Enzo and told him you were on the verge of an anxiety attack. I asked him to take care of it, letting him know we might be a little late.”

“I can’t be late for the grand opening of my own bar,” I bark back.

“It’s okay. He’s got this. You’re not going to be very late, if at all. You do, however, need to unwind.” He steps forward, forcing me back up another step. He has fire and hunger in his eyes, andI feel my body react to his gaze. Heat pools between my legs, my center aching for this release.

Blaze’s fingers dip under my dress and brush against my slit through my thong. His breathing catches and turns more ragged. He knows I’m wearing underwear, but his finger just brushed my bare pussy.

“Siren,” he breathes out, his voice full of need. He grabs the back of one of my thighs and lifts it so I have to grab the balcony’s railing on either side of my body to keep my balance.

With his other hand, he reaches down between our bodies and runs his fingers up and down my folds through the gap of my crotchless panties.

He presses his forehead to mine and rests it there as we look deep into each other’s eyes, both of us knowing, wanting. He asks, “Do you trust me?”

I’m nervous as heck but know I need this more than anything. I want to relinquish all my power and body to this man I’ve fallen in love with.

“I trust you.” Although my answer is confident, it comes out as a whisper.

At my words, he grabs my other thigh and lifts me so I’m suspended in the air, supported by his firm grip on my thighs and my grasp on the railing. I look down and realize that he’s somehow already freed his hard cock, and it is mere inches from my entrance.

“Fuck, Siren. You look so fucking hot like this, at the mercy of me. Let’s get this tension out of you, yeah?”

Before I can even reply, I hear him spit and feel wet warmth starting to drip down from my clit.

He pushes forward, penetrating my heat, and my body swallows him up in one painfully slow thrust.

“Look, Siren. Watch as I fuck you. See your pussy split and swallow my dick.” His voice is thick and heavy with hunger. I doas he says and look down between us to where our bodies are joined. I watch him slowly pull out and push back in and have to admit that the sight of him bottoming out inside me is just as salacious as it feels.

I already feel my orgasm building, my body coating his length in slick wetness. He must feel it, too, because he brings his thumb to my bundle of oversensitive nerves and begins circling.

“Come for me, Siren,” he practically purrs out, and my inner walls clench as he continues to rock his hips.

A satisfactory mewl comes with the building tension. Knowing I’m close and it won’t take a lot to bring on my orgasm, he pinches my clit between his finger and thumb and rolls it between them.

“Blaze, I’m so close.” The cry rips through me. Every single synapse in my body fires at once with sensations headed straight to the apex between my thighs. He releases my clit and grips my hips to lift me up and back, just a fraction further.

My upper body is now totally hanging off the edge of his balcony, suspended away from the high-rise building. I’ve now got nothing to hold onto and rely on my trust in Blaze alone to keep me safe as my adrenaline spikes. I’m one slip away from falling to my death, and it is only fuel to the fire that is my ever-growing orgasm.

His fingers dig into my hips hard enough that they’re sure to leave bruises, and Blaze picks up the velocity of his thrusts. With the threat of imminent death, the rhythmic slapping of Blaze’s pubic bone against my clit, and the way his engorged cock fills me just right, it only takes a minute. Less than a minute even for me to scream my release into the night sky, above the busy traffic below. Blaze pulls out, and I hate the emptiness I feel.

But, knowing he hasn’t found his release yet, I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, tasting the tangy sweetness of myself all over him. Knowing he isn’t too far from coming, Istart to bob my head back and forth. On the fourth time, I take him in all the way to the back of my throat.

“Shit, Siren.” He groans, and the warmth of his salty cum fills my throat.

I take the hand he offers me, and he helps me to stand. After inspecting his penis, he plants a kiss on my lips.

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