Page 142 of Attached At Heart
“Roll your eyes all you want, Mrs. London. I’ve never told you, but I think that attitude you give me is hot as fuck. I want itall.”
“Is it attitude?” I flicked my fingers between my legs faster, feeling like something was clawing at my insides, needing to be released. “Or have I just been secretly flirting with you all along?”
“Wasn’t secret to me, baby.” Blake’s lips were soft as they curled. “Glad you finally started to see it for what it was, though.”
“Have you always known about my feelings?” I asked, pausing all of my movements, too stunned by what he’d just said. “Even when I didn’t?”
He cupped my chin. “I always knew we had chemistry that went beyond friends. Knew you acted on that chemistry from time to time. But also knew you didn’t see it for what it really was.”
“Not anymore. Now I know. Now I see it.” I drew him back into my mouth, and Blake cursed roughly, raking a hand through his hair before it flopped back down over his forehead.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” His words were like velvet, but his body was taut, like steel. “I want to feel the back of your throat.”
I introduced him to it without a second thought, blinking through the tears that sprang to my eyes. When he hit deeper than he ever had before, I choked a bit, and Blake seized up, gasping for air, same as me.
“Shit, Lane. I’m going to—” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. I nodded anyway, as if to say I was ready, but he shook his head. “Want to—” A groan interrupted his thought, and then he tried again. “Want to see how good your tits look with my cum on them. Can I?”
My brows shot up, but something bloomed inside me. Something that made my fingers crawl back between my legs, massaging the ache that suddenly had intensified.
I nodded again, and Blake released a hushed “fuck” like he hadn’t actually thought I’d say yes.
A second later, he pulled out of my mouth with a grunt, stepped back, and shot his release across my body, coating me with it. His cum dripped down my chest, exactly the way he wanted it to. It was obscene, the way I loved it, loved him like this. I fought to catch my breath while obsessing over, well, Blake—the way shadows emphasized the lines of his body, how intoxicating his expression was while taking in the sight of me, getting drunker and drunker off it by the minute. His eyes devoured me, and he seemed unable to look away. But I didn’t really want him to.
“Marking you as mine is never going to get old,” he rasped. “I want you like this all the time.” He swiped his fingers across the tips of my breasts, spreading his cum around my nipples. They tightened in response, pebbling from the desire that continued to bloom inside me, deeper, stronger. “Unbelievable,” he breathed, barely audible.
His slow, hot perusal finally made its way to my face, and I lost my breath at the depth of his gaze. He lookedruined. And utterly delicious.
Blake began to trail his fingers up my body, and I instinctively opened my mouth. His eyes sparked, his lips curved, and he gave me what I wanted, sliding his fingers between my lips so I could taste him.
“It’s so fucking hot the way you always want more of me, Lane.”
He sounded disastrously awed.
I sucked around his fingers, and he moaned as he drew them out of my mouth.
“But now it’s my turn, okay? Let me see those fingers that have been buried in your pussy.”
I slipped my hand from between my legs, swallowing a needy noise as I grazed my clit one final time. Blake watched eagerly, hungrily, gripping my wrist as soon as I held it out for him and bringing my fingers to his lips. Without another word, he sucked them into his mouth, licking each finger clean with a moan of appreciation that I felt deep in my bones.
“God yes.” His grin made my stomach flutter when he flashed it at me, his eyes hooded with lazy desire. “Thank fuck it’s my turn to get you in my mouth, baby. Because that taste is so fucking good.”
I watched wordlessly as he sank to his knees. We faced each other, eye level, on equal ground. Cupping my cheek in his palm, Blake leaned forward and brushed a tender kiss across my lips, making me shiver.
“Blake,” I whimpered.
“I’m here, sweetheart.”
“Always?”
“As long as you want me to be.”
“So always, then.”
He looked at me like I was the pinnacle of his existence. “Say it again.”
“Always, Blake,” I whispered. “I always want you to be here.”
“Then that’s where I’ll be. Here.” He raked his gaze over my face and then let it drop, along with his voice. “And right now, more specifically, between your legs.”
