Page 92 of Into the Blue
My heart clenches along with my ass as he takes me higher and higher.
Blue begins thrusting into me in earnest and I’m absolutely lost to it.
It feels so fucking good that I’m completely lost in his words. The ones that keep pouring from him like praise.
"I can't let you go. I won't ever let you leave me.That's what you mean to me, he growls with feeling in my ear."If you think you can get away, just know that I'll cut down anyone who tries to take what's mine."
I want to respond or defend my actions but the heightened sensations are too much to speak, let alone form coherent thoughts. His fingers roll along my folds gathering more of my juices to use in easing his length inside me. Then two of them rest inside me, doing nothing but driving me insane.
“You love being stuffed by my big dick, don’t you? Look at you grippin’ my dick in your ass and my fingers in your pussy. You wanted it just like this, didn’t you?”
“I’m so close. So…” My breath catches at the closeness of the gators now. They have to be at least thirty feet away. “Blue, th-the–”
“Yes, bae. You’re takin’ me like a fuckin’ pro. Keep doin’ that.” His hips meet my ass. My stomach presses into the railing but I love how deep he’s able to get inside me.
There’s splashing as the gators finally reach their prize and I freeze in place. I can’t count how many. The adrenaline spikes something in my blood. Blue’s thrusts never slow as he’s reaching his climax too.
I hold onto the railing with all the strength I can muster as he throbs his release deep.
Panting into my ear, he covers me so that my dress can fall back into place. After adjusting his pants to put his dick away, he says. “They’ll never reach you. Never get to this deck.” He licks the fingers that were just inside my pussy clean. “But you will be finishin’ tonight’s meal drippin’ wet at the thought of them getting to you. Was it worth it?”
I smooth a hand over my hair, trying to gain my composure again. My little clutch didn’t get lost in whatever just happened on this deck because of the wrist strap. I’m careful to only remove the dummy phone up my call log.
There are no calls from the evening and I wait for him to recognize what I’m showing him.
His eyes narrow and he asks, “What’s this?”
“I was just taking a picture of this view,” I explain, a little breathless from what we've done. It’s not the complete truth but something in me couldn’t let go of the opportunity. Swiping over to my photo app, I show him the pictures. "I've never seen the bayou like this. I wanted pictures to remember this special night together." I swipe further back to the previous photos of us earlier and leave them there. "I thought we looked good together here," I say, looking over my shoulder to him. "Do you think so?
Blue curses before walking over to the railing himself. With his forearms on the edge, he watches his gators continue to splash around the green hued water. “Everyone has their secrets. Some are worse than others. I know you aren’t trying to hurt me. Trustin’ you is hard after findin’ you how I did in my office, Racquelle.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, fidgeting with my purse strap.I am sorry, just not in the way I should be. I wish things were different.
His eyes meet mine and it takes my breath away. Here is the vulnerability that I never see from him outside of his home. Away from the bedroom in the mornings.
This is the eyes of the man who let me in.
The one who I'll burn with my deceit.
That one that will feel all the ways I hurt him as I continue to wedge lies between the two of us.
“Workin’ on it. I have to get better. You know that I want to give you more than this. I can. I will. Can you be patient with me while I do that?”
Guilt tumbles around my stomach but I hug him from behind, letting my face rest on his back when I say, “Of, course.”
He pull a blunt from behind his ear and lights it for the two of us to share. Probably why he was headed out here to begin with.
One day, I'll have to give him up to step into what I'm building. For now, I can enjoy this temporary bliss.
Chapter 27
After our first fateful date at La Récolte, I noticed a change in Blue. He was my Milo again. The one who made me fall and fall hard. I didn't miss our fucked up mind games. He made good on his word to learn to trust me more, in everything but letting me leave his heavily guarded home. Instead, I enjoyed our growing ease in whatever this was as I played Rapunzel in his captivity.
It was nice, but I had to set my feelings aside to finish what I started.
I would have to ask for his forgiveness later.
I would find a way to make him forgive me when the success of my purpose here caught up to him.
