Page 27 of Hot Route
I pull the blanket down, exposing her completely. Pushing a shaky hand between her thighs, I coax her to open. As soon as she does, I flick the vibrator on and gently lower it to her clit. I can feel it slide along her opening with how wet she is. She never takes her eyes off me as I lower my mouth to her ear, careful not to touch any part of her skin with mine. I’m afraid of what will happen to my tightly wound self-control if I do. This isn’t for me. It’s for her.
“Is this what you needed, baby? A little help getting yourself off?” I say as her pants and moans start back up, much louder than before. “This greedy little pussy of yours is aching, isn’t it? You’re such a bad girl, touching yourself with the door open where anybody could see the way you’re dripping.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers quietly, hips beginning to move on their own accord. I want to reach out and touch her, but I know I can’t. So, I continue talking as if I could use my voice to stroke her body.
“Play with your tits, Mads. Pretend it’s me doing it.”
Without hesitation, she reaches up her shirt, hands immediately going to her nipples. I know the moment she’s followed my instruction because her back bows off the bed.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I increase the speed on the toy still pressed between her legs. I watch in awe as she writhes on the bed under me. I’m still not touching her, but I can feel her hands brush my shirt as she moves them over her tits. I can’t even feel my cock at this point with how hard it is. It could’ve fallen off and I wouldn’t even know it.
Her moans are so loud as her body begins to tense.She’s close.
“Almost there, baby. I know this little cunt of yours wants to soak the sheets. Give it to me, pretty girl. And don’t take those eyes off mine. I need you to see who’s doing this to you.” I’m almost taken aback by the possessive growl that comes out of me with that last sentence. I shouldn’t be, considering the number of times I’ve cut good ole’ Brady’s brake lines in my head. I don’t want anyone else to see her like this…make herfeellike this.
Mads’ legs begin to shake as her ass lifts off the bed. She fists the sheets tightly beside her.
“Blaze!” she screams as her orgasm hits and if I wasn’t already hard enough to come in my pants, my name on her lips would get me there. She fights to obey, keeping her eyes on mine until she can’t anymore and they slam shut while she continues convulsing for what seems like hours. I decrease the pressure of the vibrator on her sensitive clit and slowly run it along her very soaked entrance as she lowers herself back down and begins to relax.
As she reopens her eyes, focusing back on me, I turn off the toy before bringing it to my mouth and running my tongue up the length of it. “So fucking sweet, just like I knew you would be.”
She’s still staring at me with a look between satisfaction and awe as I pull up the blanket, set the vibrator on the table, and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
MADS
I wake up feeling light as a feather. Until I remember why. I know it wasn’t a dream that Blaze came into my room last night, no doubt after hearing me struggle, and handled my body better than I ever have. I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that intense.
And now, the gravity of the situation is hitting me like a Mack truck. Welive together. It’s not a matter ofifI’ll have to face him again. It’s a matter ofwhen.And unfortunately for my uncaffeinated soul, when is in about ten minutes.
But first, pants. Long ones. And a thick sweatshirt. Maybe a winter coat, zipped up to my neck. Because if I know my traitorous bitch of a body, she’s about to have a Pavlovian response to being in his presence. The very last thing I need right now is for Blaze to see my hard nipples through my t-shirt when I pass him on my way to get my coffee.
“Why did you let that happen, you dumb bitch?” I mutter to myself as I pad over to my dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. I think twice before putting them back in the drawer and reaching for my regular morning attire of booty shorts. If I want him to think things are fine, I need to act natural. Just go down there, pour my coffee, and go through his agenda for the day, just like we do every morning.
Thankfully, he has to watch film this morning, followed by practice, then he’s hosting a barbecue for the offense. So, by the time he gets back here, I’ll be so busy getting the house ready for guests that we won’t have much time for awkward silences. Or worse, an awkward talk where he tells me he was just helping a friend who was struggling and that he doesn’t want me like that.
I pull on my shorts and tie a knot in the bottom of my oversized t-shirt before looking in the mirror. As I’m pulling my hair up into a messy bun, I’m stopped in my tracks at my reflection. My skin is plump and glowing. I look different.Beautiful,even. Maybe that’s why all the women Blaze dates are so gorgeous. They spend so much time with his hands on them that it affects the way they look.
Sadness and jealously overtakes me at the thought. Because he didn’t put his hands on me. He didn’t kiss me. He could’ve, but he didn’t.
It’s better this way. I told him in the kitchen the day I got back from Chicago that I’d keep things professional. I’ve been keeping my feelings for him at bay. Last night was a minor hiccup…one that I didn’t initiate. He gave me a hand, I appreciate it, and now I need to move forward and play it cool.
Good luck with that, Nipples McGee.
I take one last look in the mirror before turning on my heels. Pushing my shoulders back, I head out of the room and down the stairs. Blaze is standing at the coffee maker with a mug the size of a small cereal bowl and my favorite creamer out on the counter as he waits for it to finish brewing. I stand there quietly because honestly, I don’t know what to say.
“Hey, friend. Thanks for the big O you gave me last night. Good lookin’ out. Also, was I seeing things or did you lick my cum off of my vibrator?”
No. Fucking awkward.
Blaze pours the creamer into the mug and lifts the carafe, filling it to the brim. My mouth is watering already. Obviously from the coffee, and definitely not because he’s wearing thin cotton pajama pants and nothing else.
Acting as natural as possible, I move toward him. He turns with the mug in his hand and hits me with a smile that has my knees ready to buckle underneath me. And yep, my nipples react just like I knew they would. This is exactly why we can’t have nice things.
“What’s the plan today, boss?” he says, handing the mug to me. I tell myself that he made my coffee to speed the morning along, not because last night changed anything between us. I have to keep my eyes on the prize here. And that prize is keeping my job so I can focus on my internship without having to worry about how I’ll pay my bills.
I hold up my hand, silencing him while I take a sip of the hot liquid because orgasm or not, he knows better than to expect me to function before my cup is at least half empty. Walking over to the counter, I pull out a bar stool and sit.
“Sorry,” he chuckles before walking over and catching me off guard with a kiss to the side of my head. “I’m going to go jump in the shower while you wake up. Then you can tell me where I’m supposed to be today so I don’t get lost.”
