Page 106 of Attached At Heart
He punctuated that by curling his fingers deeper, rubbing them against a spot that made me see stars, succumbing to a feverish explosion. I clutched onto his broad shoulders and chased after that high, grinding harder against his hand.
“Yes,” he encouraged, a low growl that shot a thrill through me. “Come all over my hand. Soak my fucking fingers, baby. I want to taste you on them for the rest of the goddamn day. Until the next time they get to be inside you like this.”
The combination of his crude, gruff words—ones I never imagined Blake,myBlake saying—and his insistent, demandingtouch pushed me over the edge, and I climaxed within seconds. It was fast and intense, and I crumbled into Blake, my legs shaking and my cries soft against his chest, repeating his name over and over again.
“Good girl.” Blake kissed the top of my head as the aftershocks rippled through me. “You’re such a good girl for me, Lane.”
He pulled his hand from my pants, and I looked up to see him licking his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with an expression of pure enjoyment. Like I was a delicacy he’d been waiting years to taste. His cock twitched against my stomach, and I squirmed in response. Feeling and seeing how much he wanted me quickly reignited something that I had no idea could burn so bright. So hot.
Soincrediblyhot.
“You,” I panted, struggling to say any more words than that.
Blake shook his head as he looked down at me. “Delaney, if you wrap that pretty little hand around my cock, I’m going to make an absolute mess of you.”
I wanted that. Badly. But I also had enough reason to know that it wasn’t the best way to go about this.
Because weweregoing to go about this. I wasn’t going to let Blake suffer through the rest of this flight without getting his own relief.
“I told you I was going to help you survive, and I’m going to,” I insisted. “Come inside me, Blake.”
He lifted his brows, but I saw the flash in his eyes. Pure electricity, like a bolt of lightning. But still, he choked out, “Delaney, no.”
“Yes.” I nodded, pulling my sweatpants down over my hips and kicking them off. Then, I unzipped Blake’s pants and pushed them down. Blake watched me, seemingly dumbfounded, but assoon as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, he grabbed my wrist to stop me.
“I amnotfucking you in an airplane bathroom, Delaney,” he said, his voice harsh but unraveling at the same time.
“But—”
“No,” he asserted through gritted teeth, but at the same time, he moved us closer together. Like he couldn’t help it. Like we were magnets, and words did nothing to resist the pull that anchored us together. The tip of his cock brushed between my legs, and I widened my stance, wanting more. “I’m not rushing this with you, Lane. Not after so—” He broke off with a groan. Most likely because I pressed my hips closer to his, letting him slide further between my thighs, hitting the apex of them. I knew I was soaking his cock, knew he could feel how wet I was for him. How hot I ran for him. How badly I wanted him to just say, “Fuck it.”
“Oh my—oh,shit—” Blake choked off his words, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. I watched the muscles in his throat work, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down whatever else he was going to say. Grabbing both of his shoulders to steady myself, I swallowed a groan.
But staying quiet was useless because a second later, Blake glanced back down at me with a piercing look, gripped my ass with both hands, and lifted me up into his arms, making me gasp—probably too loud. Then he lowered me down slowly, allowing his cock, which was erect against his abdomen, to glide through my pussy. His tip grazed my clit as he moved both his hips and me up and down, exploring feeling me like this. “You’re so—” he choked, but that seemed to be all he could say.
“Blake, please,” I whimpered, tightening my grip on his shoulders. I wanted him so badly. He was so hard between my legs, but it wasn’t enough.
“If you still want this when we get home, I’ll give it to you,” he rasped. “I promise I will. I’ll give you so much more, too. Everything. But right now, I’m not going to last.” His breathing sounded stilted in my ear, proof of his words. “This is all it’s going to take for me. Just feeling you like this. Hearing you. Justyou, Lane.”
“That’s okay,” I whispered in his ear, struggling to speak when I had his dick between my legs. But I understood what he was saying, and I could wait for him. I could wait until we got home. “That’s perfect. Just come for me, Blake.”
“Is that what you want? You want my cum all over that pretty pussy of yours, baby?”
I nodded.
“Need to hear you say it.”
“Come all over me, Blake,” I panted.
“Oh, hell,” he groaned, and true to his words, that was all it took. He moved me up and down once more, and then I felt his climax tear through him, felt his release coat my skin. All I could do was watch him—the way his eyes fluttered shut and his throat rippled and his jaw clenched, trying to keep in the roar of pleasure as it coursed through. We were making a mess anyway, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except the expression on Blake’s face and how it felt like he was seeing right through me when he opened his eyes again.
Neither of us spoke at first. I wasn’t sure either of us knew what to say. Wordlessly, Blake reached between us and swiped his fingers through my pussy, causing my breath to hitch. His gaze grew steely.
“You wanted it inside you,” he said, sounding strangled. His fingers swirled around between my legs, and I realized he was catching his dripping release. “You wanted me to come inside you.”
I whimpered, nodding, and Blake thrust his cum-soaked fingers back into my pussy without another warning. Then he leaned closer, breathing in my ear. “There you go, baby.”
“Blake,” I breathed, unable to believe the sparks he just ignited inside me by doing that. What the hell was he doing to me? What the hell was happening? Instinct told me to laugh it off, so I tried. “When I said that thing about coming home with a baby on the way, I swear I wasn’t serious. You know that, right?”
