Page 117 of Blue

“Did you bring me a cookie?”

“Blue!”

I led us into my room and kicked the door closed.

“Kiss,” I said with the same clipped tone, but I killed the angst with a smile. “Off,” I said and tugged on the hem of her hoodie.

Those fuckable lips pursed, and all I wanted was to fill her mouth with enough DNA to alter her 23andMe results. She ripped her hoodie over her head, pulled the elastic from her braid, and fanned out her long hair.

“Fucking beautiful,” I whispered.

“What do you want, Blue? My hands behind my back?” She pushed her arms behind her, causing her luscious tits to crest out of her bra.

“You.” I didn’t want to be me without her. My cock was hard, but something had changed. My body felt free. Everywhere she touched banished the memory of Carl. Her lips, her hands, her taste purged every ugly memory from my mind.

I sat on the bed, pulled her between my widespread thighs, and closed my mouth over her nipple, sucking the hard little tip through the sheer fabric.

She whimpered. Fuck, but I wanted her gasping for breath, wanted her soaking my cock with her sweetness, and I wanted my name on her lips because I was the one making her come.

I pulled the material away and sucked her nipple into my mouth, pillowing it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

When her arms came back around to her front, she gripped my shoulders. No panic. No fear. Just an ache to get inside her, both her body and mind. I wanted her as obsessed with me as I was with her. I fucking needed her to be me.

“What do you want, Kiss?” I gently bit the tip, grazing the edge of my teeth against her flesh. “No redlights.” With her, there were no more triggers. I trusted her with my body, my heart, with my fucking life.

“I want to replace every painful memory you have with pleasure,” she said. “I don’t want you to be afraid—” She swallowed, and her voice softened. “—I don’t want you to hold back with me. I want you to tell me what to do and fuck me like a Heller.”

She stared down at my face. Before I could speak, she continued.

“I’m not done.” She smiled. “I want to suck your dick, Blue. I want to feel you harden in my mouth because you’re so into me you have to fuck every one of my holes. I want to be all you can think about.” She unclipped her bra and spilled her tits as the straps slipped down her arms. “I want you.”

Electric energy slipped through my body burning off any trace of the numbness I’d needed earlier. Staring into her eyes, I unsnapped her jeans and lowered the zipper. Her toned tummy quivered, her diamond piercing glinting in her bellybutton.

With a shift of her hips, she helped me tug off her jeans. She leaned down to take off her shoes.

“Turn around,” I said.

She flipped her hair, smirked the sexiest fucking smile, then pivoted until her ass was right in front of me. As she slipped off her shoes, I traced the line of her crack with my fingertip, dipped between her thighs, and circled the rim of her drenched opening.

She widened her stance, and I slipped two fingers inside her warm, soft pussy.

Touching her was touching nirvana. She was smooth and silky. And mine. “Did you like riding on the back of McKelle’s bike?” I asked her.

“Yes. Her bike is fast.” She rocked back on my fingers.

“Riding, leaning into her, had your ass looking like a juicy peach.” I’d been jealous of a chick. I mentally chuckled. But not so jealous that I’d interfere with Kiss getting to her meeting or with her and McKelle becoming friends. Even if it did put her on a bike that wasn’t mine.

If she rode behind another guy, I’d lose my mind. “This ass is mine.” I eased my fingers in and out of her cunt. I needed to be inside every part of her. “Pull your cheeks apart.”

She gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks, showing me her tight little hole. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back leading to the two dimples puckered at the curve of her buttocks.

With two fingers inside her pussy, I flicked my tongue against her rosette. I wanted to fuck her here, too. Any insecurity about being with her melted with the heat of her pussy.

“Oh god,” she mewled.

With only a few swipes of my tongue against her velvety skin, she was soaking my fingers.

“Touch your clit.” The words were whispered against her as I licked, sucked, and tongue fucked her back hole.

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