Page 32 of Blitz'd

The urgeto scoff and go against Kerian’s demands is strong, but then he flexes his fingers inside me again and the words die on my tongue. I’ve never felt anything like this. This… undeniable pleasure, the overwhelming knowledge that I’m being played with, but I don’t care. I don’t know how Kerian knows my body like this, but I can’t get enough.

I might have tried to protest that I’m not into dudes, that he can’t do this to me, that I don’t want it, but all of it is a lie. I’m not sure if I’m gay, but I’msomethingif I’m letting Kerian touch me like this and loving it.

What does this mean? Is it all dudes or is it just Kerian?

I think it’s just Slade. No one has ever given me this out-of-control feeling before, giving me so much pleasure I can’t think straight.

Another flex of his finger and I cry out, my toes curling as ecstasy crawls over my skin. Fuck me, he’s so good at this. So fucking in control that it would piss me off if he wasn’t making pleasure flow through me.

Then he stops, a smug grin on his face. “You want to come? Beg me, Dimples. Let me hear you say please.”

“Fuck you, Kerian,” I mutter, even though my words don’t contain their usual bite.

“I can,” he says, moving closer to me so he can lick a path up my neck. Goosebumps break out over my body as I moan. “I can make you feel so good.” His fingers move again, but slower, drawing out the pleasure. “All you have to do is say please, and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. You’ll come so hard, you’ll forget your name.”

“Fuck, Kerian,” I say again, holding on to his wrist with one hand. I want him to stop, want to not feel like this at his hands, but fuck, he’s too fucking tempting. He pulls every whimper and moan from me like he has the right.

I’m powerless to stop him.

He hums in that sexy, deep rumble of his that has me throwing my head back while I thrust my hips into his fingers. “I can have you splayed out for me, my cock pegging your prostate. You want that, don’t you, Dimples? You want me inside you, making you fly? You want me to give you something no one else has? Who else has made you feel like this? This good?”

God, I wish I could tell him that this is nothing. That sex is just sex, that I’ve felt pleasure like this before. But that would be a lie. Right now, I feel like he can see straight through me. What’s happening now is something I’ve never experienced and I don’t think I’ll be able to experience with anyone else.

It’s more than just what he’s doing to me, it’s who it is. I could continue to tell myself that I’m not into Kerian, that I’m confused and he’s making it worse, but the entire drive here I had time to think on what I want. And I want him. I wouldn’t have followed him up to his apartment and showered like he told me to if I was confused. My shitty plea that I’m not into dudes was a last-ditch effort that Kerian saw right through. I’m not sure what I am, but I know I want him.

Fuck it, I’m going to take what I want… or let him give me what I need.

“Yes,” I whisper, peeling my eyes open so I can gaze up at him. “Please, Kerian.”

A triumphant smile stretches his face. He didn’t have to wait long to make me beg. If I didn’t want this so bad, I would roll my eyes and push him away, but I can’t.

“Good boy,” he murmurs before kissing me deep, his tongue delving into my mouth as he works his fingers inside me.

I moan into the kiss, working my hips. I’m so close to coming. I’ve never done ass play, but if this is what I was missing out on…

Kerian’s fingers disappear from my hole, causing me to whimper. He laughs against my mouth, shaking his head. “Can’t have you coming so fast, Dimples. Once my dick is inside you, you can come as many times as you want.”

Even though I growl in frustration, it dies on my tongue when he pushes off me and shoves his pants down his hips. Holy fuck, Kerian is hot. He’s hard everywhere—his pecs, his washboard abs, his quads and calves… his dick. It’s sticking straight out from his body, pointing at me ominously.

I’ve seen his cock before, when I was blowing him in Nirvana. But I didn’t really look at it while it was bobbing in my face. Now I can see all of him. He’s long and thick, an angry vein prominent at the top of his shaft.

When Kerian palms himself and strokes once, twice. My mouth waters, wanting him to face fuck me again.

I’m not sure how he can read my thoughts, but he shakes his head as he continues to stroke himself. “No blow jobs, Braithe. I want to sink into that tight, virgin hole of yours.”

“How do you know I’m a virgin?” I ask, though how could he not? That shit radiates off me in waves. He knows he’s the only guy I’ve been with.

He shoots me a droll look, but doesn’t answer. He just climbs back onto the bed, watching me with half-lidded eyes. “Lie back. Let me get you ready.”

Drawing in a trembling breath, I do what he says. Kerian spreads my legs and I press my soles flat on the surface of the bed.

“Kerian…” I whisper, though I don’t know what I’ll say.

“Don’t worry, Dimples. You’re in good hands.”

His smug tone has me raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you always this cocky?”

“I know what I’m capable of. Before I’m finished, you will too.”

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