Page 35 of Hot Route
“Kiwi,” I answer.
He repeats the word, committing it to memory before he leans forward to feast. There’s nothing gentle about the way he works his mouth and it’s everything I need. He alternates from using his tongue to fuck my pussy, to flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. It feels like only seconds before my legs begin to shake. This is it. The orgasm that I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to replicate is building so fast I can barely breathe. Blaze continues his skilled assault, replacing his tonguewith his thumb, rubbing my clit from side to side. “Come on. Give it to me,” he practically growls. “This orgasm is mine. I’ve fucked my hand so many times thinking about what you sounded like when you came for me.” His mouth returns to my swollen, aching clit as I detonate, my orgasm violently ripping through my body. My legs spasm uncontrollably as I ascend into another dimension.
After what seems like seconds and hours all at once, I begin to float back down to Earth, my clit becoming sensitive. Staying true to his word, Blaze continues to lick and suck at me. The muscles in my stomach contract and I can’t help slamming my thighs to his ears.
“Blaze! Please! I need a s-second,” I whine. The words come out choked as I beg him to let my body fully recover before he continues. But I may as well be talking to a wall because he doesn’t even hear me. Blaze continues licking my overstimulated clit as he pushes a thick finger inside me. He lightens the pressure of his tongue as he adds another finger to my pussy, pumping them in and out to the beat of my thudding heart, which I wouldn’t be surprised if he could actually hear. I try to squirm away, but he holds my hips in place.
Seconds later, I’m surprised as another orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I lose control of my body, screaming into the dark room and convulsing wildly as Blaze continues to finger fuck me through my release. I can hear my wetness as his fingers quickly move in and out of my body. I see literal stars, and black starts to overtake my vision. As I come down, I realize I’m crying. I’ve lost control of myself physically and emotionally. Part of it is the overstimulation, but part of it is also relief. He can’t possibly know how he’s just set free a part of me that I try so hard to hide.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,” Blaze coos as he slows his fingers, but doesn’t stop completely.
“Wh-what are you doing? Please. I just need a second,” I beg shamelessly. It hurts, but not enough for me to want him to stop.
He finally relents, moving his body up mine before kissing me gently. I barely get a taste of myself from his tongue before he pulls away and looks down at me. “I’ve been waiting to put my mouth on you for what seems like a lifetime. And baby, it was worth every single second of agony I felt.” He leans back in, kissing me so passionately that I can almost feel my heart busting out from the wall I’ve placed it behind. I should be worried about how this will change things for us, but I can’t bring myself to care when being under Blaze feels like the only thing that matters. Having his arms around me and his mouth on me feels like home.
It’s then that I realize he’s still wearing pants and is probably painfully hard. Gathering what little strength I have left in my still shaking body, I reach down and pull his sweats and boxer briefs down enough for his thick cock to spring free. I look down to see that he’s leaking pre-cum. The sight gives me a second wind as I shove him away, rolling on top of him.
I smile down at this beautiful man, my mouth watering as I grab on to his hard shaft. “I need to taste you,” I say, licking the wetness from the tip before taking him into my mouth.
TWENTY-EIGHT
BLAZE
Oh,fuck. Mads is sucking my cock. The girl of my dreams is on top of me, sucking my cock and it feels so fucking good.
Wait. No.
I’m supposed to be in control. That’s what she needs and that’s what I’m here to give her. I wasn’t anticipating her flipping the script on me. Because right now, I’m anything but in charge. I’m at her fucking mercy as she runs her hot, wet tongue up my shaft from base to tip. She moans, bringing me to the back of her throat before gagging on my length. I allow myself just a few more seconds of what is already the best blow job of my life before I regroup and try to figure out how to get the control back, internally panicking because how the fuck am I supposed to stop her right now?
Think, Beckham. Think.
WWTD. What Would Tanner Do?
Gathering all the strength I have, I dig my hand into Mads’ hair, gripping and pulling her face to mine.
“I’m sorry, baby. Did you think you were in charge here?” I chide. Her lips are glistening, and her eyes are wide as she stares at me. “Only good girls who ask nicely get to suck my cock. Andyou have been very, very bad.” I tighten my grip on her hair, making her wince slightly, followed by a low groan.
She fucking loves it.
Spurred by the sight of how aroused she is, I flip us over so Mads is under me. I reach down and shuck my sweats and boxer briefs that she only managed to get down to my knees.
“Open for me,” I say.
She opens her fuckingmouth.
“I meant your legs, baby.” I smirk. “But since you’ve decided to be good for me all of a sudden, I think you deserve a reward.”
I’m taking a big fucking risk here. And I’m out of my comfort zone, but something is telling me that what I’m about to do is exactly the kind of thing my dirty girl gets off on.
I use my thumb and forefinger under her chin to open her mouth wider before spitting into it.
“Swallow,” I tell her, firmly.
She moans and closes her mouth, following my command.
I can’t help but rock my hips, rubbing my hard-as-steel cock against her. She meets her hips with mine, thrust for thrust. “Good fucking girl, Mads,” I say, slowing my movements before I blow without even being inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby.”
She lets out a whine. I know she’s still sensitive from her orgasms and I want this to be good for her. How much pain is too much? Should I give her body some time or should I push in and pound her into the mattress?
