Page 26 of Bloom: Part 2

“I’m not a delicate flower, Logan. Just fuck me already. Sweet Satan, I wanna feel your cum dripping between my legs.”

His sweet pink hole opened up around the tip of my cock, his tight heat blinding me with lust. With great restraint, I kissed his neck instead of barreling inside him. “Breathe, sweetheart. You said you wanted it, so let me in.”

“Oooh, Logan.”

“That’s my boy.” Inch by inch, I worked my cock inside him with shallow thrusts. When he moved restlessly beneath me, I bit his neck and held on to his hips. “You stay right there and keep still.”

“I…can’t. So good, Logan. Why does it feel so good?”

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

He shook his head.

“Little liar.”

“Okay, a little, but it still feels good, I swear.”

“Then I’ll give you some more.” He moaned loudly as I pressed my cock deeper until I was fully seated. I released his right hip and placed my hand over his mouth. “Shh, you don’t want to let people know you’re being fucked, do you?”

He nodded, which should have turned me off but left me feeling possessive over him. His teeth sank into my palm, and I removed my hand, holding him by the neck instead.

“I’m not ashamed of being fucked by you. I used to think I would be, but I’m not. When we’re together like this, I love the way it makes me feel like you own me.”

“I do own you.” Huge red flags flashed before my eyes, but I gave up all pretense of caring. Bloom had unleashed something primal inside me, something that made order seem like chaos and the most bane things be pleasurable. “You’re mine, all mine.”

“Fuck, Logan.”

Careful not to jostle him too hard, I plunged slowly but deeply inside him, grinding against that spot that made him arch his back, pushing his hole out around my dick.

“Jesus. So perfect. Your body’s amazing, Bloom.”

His response was a low grunt, paired with the scrape of his fingernails on the sheets, pulling the material tight into his fists. His muscles were tense, his body straining under each thrust. I reached beneath him and took hold of his hard cock.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Shit.

“Fuck off!” Bloom yelled.

How could he be so rude? We were the ones engaged in the wrongdoing. I sucked on his neck and sped up. He was way too tight and needed more spit, but we were running out of time.

“You need to open the door this instant.” The handle jiggled. “Unless authorized, these doors should never be locked for safety reasons.”

“Ooh.” Bloom’s ass clenched around me, and he let out a gasp. I bit the insides of my cheek to repress my groan as a torrent swept through me.

The door handle clattered again, this time more insistently. I shot my load inside Bloom, and he did the same all over my hand and onto the bedsheet.

I stumbled back from Bloom, stifling my groan that I had no option but to wipe his cum on the sheet.

“Every—” I cleared my throat. “Everything is fine. Just give us a minute.”

“Dr…Collier?”

Just great. I was already being disciplined for my improper relationship with Bloom and my behavior during the hostage situation. What was adding one more topic for them to gossip about and crucify me for?

“Yes, it’s me. We’ll be out in a sec.”

“Come on, get dressed.” I pulled up his underwear and pants, then worked on mine. Wrinkles marred our clothes, and the smell of sex lingered in the air. Yup, we might open the door looking decent, but the cum on the bedsheets, the smell, and the slightly blissful look on Bloom’s flushed face couldn’t hide what we had done.

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