Page 58 of Blue

“Not without lube. Turn around.”

“Really?” Something warm, yet uncomfortable crawled into my throat. This was the fucked up part of my brain. I mentally tattooed Kiss with my fucking hangups. I was fucking unhinged with a touch.

I shook loose of my thoughts, got out of my head, and focused on Kiss. She’d grown quiet as I’d wrestled with my thoughts.

“I trust you, Blue. I don’t care how you fuck me as long as we both feel good.” She cut the tension betweenus with a teasing smile. “We’re having fun, so don’t ruin it by thinking too hard. Turn around. In our next game we can talk about what we don’t want.” She smirked. “I still want to know if you’re open to pegging.”

“Jesus. That’s a hard no.”

She nipped my earlobe. “Maybe just a rimming?”

Fuck me. I spun around, and she wrote the first word. “Tie.” The next word. “Me.” Blood surged into my dick. If this was our to do list, she just hit on my truth. “Fuck, baby. Tie me up?”

Her lips slid along my neck. “I’ve proven I don’t have a lot of self-control. When you kiss me, I want my fingers in your hair. When you go down on me,I want my fingers in your hair.” She chewed her lip, then released a breath. “I want to be what makes you hard, not what breaks you down. You need control so take it. Tie me up.” She dropped onto her elbows and waited for me to write on her belly. “Write what you want to do to me.”

Everything. I wanted to do every fucking thing to her. But my fingertip words went from a to-do list to finding out what she loved. Hers began to morph into things she wanted to do to me.

Favorite position?

Paint me with cum.

Doggy-style.

We stopped guessing, stopped worrying about where we touched, and just described the filthy things we wanted. “I want you to clean your cum from my cock after I fuck you on all fours.” I wrote fuck, cum and the number four along her inner thigh.

She only had my torso as a canvas because of my jeans, but her hand braced against my thigh, her hairtickled my abdomen, and her kisses had migrated from my mouth to my neck, and now, she sipped my navel.

“I want to do a body shot of whip cream off you.” Her eyes lifted and her tongue flicked against my skin.

“I think you forgot to write the word. That’s a penalty.”

I tackled her and braced her arms over her head. Her cheeks flushed with color, her chest rose and fell with rushed breaths, and I laughed until my gut hurt.

Something had shifted between us. Not that my cock was hard, or that we’d crossed some invisible line where I could split her legs and fuck her until she’d baptized me in her cum.

But the panic had dissipated. Her kisses didn’t suffocate, and her touch didn’t paralyze.

I hovered over her, and she wrapped her legs around my hips. “I don’t think it’s a penalty because you’ve been breaking rules, too.”

“Are you calling me a cheater?”

She gasped. “Never. You’re a rule breaker.”

A throat cleared. I jerked away from her, putting space between us. Sully stood in the doorway with a big smile on his face.

Kiss rolled to sitting. “How was it?”

Sully combed his beard with his fingers. “Can’t say that leaving the board isn’t going to sting for a minute, but my time is up. The club has changed a lot, peanut.” He smiled at her. “It’s good to see you smiling and laughing.”

I slid off the bed. “I owe you some groceries.”

He waved a hand. “Nothing I ain’t used to. Jazzy does her shopping in my fridge.” He yawned. “I’m going to bed. You know you’re old when you’re one of the first ones to leave a party.”

Kiss laughed, and Sully headed down the hall.

I sat next to Kiss again. “I should go to my own room.” I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues touched and tasted. I inched in closer, cradled her skull and kissed her deeper. “You can touch me,” I said against her lips.

After tonight, a touch no longer had hate heating my blood. At least, not her touch.

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