Page 11 of Surviving the Merge
Freshly showered, I left the bedroom, stopping at the top landing, which provided a perfect view of the kitchen. I observed Blake as he sorted through the delivered food. He paused multiple times for deep breaths, even hiding a yawn behind his hand. He needed a distraction.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked, jogging down the steps. His mouth nearly hit the floor. In slow motion, he lowered the container he held to the counter.
“Christ, Justin. Where’s your clothes?”
“I have on underwear. It’s not like I’m naked.” I looked down at myself.
“You might as well be. Can you even breathe in those things?”
“Very funny. I guess you’ll have to exercise some self-control.”
Blake came around to my side of the island and sat on one of the barstools, drawing me between his legs. “I don’t think I tell you enough how sexy you are,” he said, running one hand through my wet hair while the other one traced from my neck to my shoulder.
I shivered, unsure if from his words or his touch. “It has been a while.” I stroked my chin thoughtfully. He decided to indulge me, punctuating each sentence with a kiss along my jawline.
“You’re graceful.”
I bit back a moan as he continued.
“Strong.”
Another moan escaped me. Blake was right—the party would be over before it started.
“It’s hard to believe that it takes me hours in the gym to achieve what only takes you a couple pirouettes to accomplish.” He laughed at my scowl. “You’ve gotta respect dancing, that’s for sure.” His finger took the route leading to my abs. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice faded on the last word. “Eyes the color of envy.” He brushed a finger over the soft skin of my eyelids. “So deep and wide. I don’t deserve you.”
I straddled him on the bar stool. “Tell me more,” I whispered as I dug into the front of his sweats and pulled out his cock. I left it hanging crudely between us, giving him my undivided attention.
“Let’s not get started on that husky voice of yours—”
“Let’s do exactly that.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “The things that voice makes me want to do to you.”
“What things? I need specifics.” Raising up, I reached behind me and ripped a hole in my boxer-briefs because getting off him to remove them was not an option.
“I think that might be enough for one night.” He attempted to lift me off him.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warned. I snatched up the container of olive oil that came with our garlic sticks.
“It looks like you’re the one who’s unable to control himself after all, huh?” he asked.
I spilled most of it trying to open the lid one-handed. Blake tried to remove me again, so I took a hold of his iron-hard erection and planted myself more firmly on his thighs.
“Are you trying to say you aren’t affected, Blake?” I stroked him, smiling inwardly when he threw his head back and moaned.
“I’m simply saying... ahhh... that I can... control myself. We had plans for the night... remember?”
“Plans change all the time.”
Laughing at my expense, he suggested we see a doctor about my overactive sex drive. I ignored him and leaned forward. With my other hand, I opened myself up quickly, then planted my feet on the stool rails to give myself more leverage and impaled myself on his cock. “Fuck!” It knocked the wind out of me, but I was too horny to give myself a moment to get accommodated. Withdrawing myself from the front opening of what remained of my underwear, I started vigorously pumping my hardness with my dominant hand.
Fisting his hair with the other, I sucked greedily at his neck while concurrently hammering down on him fast. This was meant to be quick.
Blake seized my bottom with his big hands. God, how I loved a possessive hold on my ass.It made me feel owned. He scooted to the edge of the stool, changing the angle of penetration and brushing against my prostate. I released my suction on his neck. “Fuck, Blake...Are you... almost there?”
“Yes.” His harsh breathing a vortex near my ear.
I began jerking myself more vigorously, my biceps strained from the action. My balls tugged up tight, and I clenched around him. I instructed him not to come.
