Page 98 of Attached At Heart
“I knew it.” Blake spoke up to the sky, and I watched the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “I knew you wanted my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Mhm,” I murmured and then lowered my head, letting my lips brush his tip. Blake squeezed his eyes shut in response, and I licked at his precum, trying to get his attention. His jaw clenched while he continued to look at the stars. So I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. But he still didn’t look at me.
“Aren’t you going to watch?” I finally asked.
“I want to.Fuck, I do.” He dragged a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands. “But I also want this to last. And if I watch you suck my cock and play with it like you’re doing right now, it’s gonna be all over. I already feel so fucking close to the edge.”
Blake always remained incredibly measured and calm, no matter what he was doing, what circumstances he’d been thrown in. And watching him get so wound up, about to lose it because of somethingIwas doing? Nothing compared.
I’d always wondered what might sever his control. I never considered that it might be me.
“You’re strung so tight,” I cooed before taking him deeper into my throat. “I think you might need someone to suck you off more often, Dr. London.”
“Someone?” he scoffed. “I’m married, sweetheart. The only one allowed to touch me is my wife.”
My stomach flipped. “Guess I’ll have to be the one to do it, then.”
“You’re so fucking good at it.” He gave in, looking down at me. I was ready, my eyes on his as he watched with a ferality that should have set off alarm bells in my head but aroused me instead. He brushed my hair out of my face and then kept his hand on my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little wife, taking me into your mouth like that.”
I smiled up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and Blake’s lips parted with an awe I felt in my bones. The heat radiating from the water had nothing to do with the heat that radiated from this man. My husband. My best friend.
“Holyfucking shit, Delaney.”
The grip on my hair tightened, and he started thrusting upward into my mouth. I relinquished control, letting him take what he wanted.
“Are you going to let me come down your throat?” he choked, and I could tell he was almost at his breaking point. His movements were frantic, his hold on me nearly crushing, like he was hanging on as long as he fucking could.
I nodded, refusing to pause what I was doing to say anything.
“Unreal,” Blake muttered, strands of his dark hair hanging over his forehead as he looked down at me. “You’re fucking unreal.”
The praise lit me up inside, and I hollowed my cheeks, taking more of him. Blake responded with a hoarse cry before groaning, “No one fucks this sweet mouth except for me. Understood,Delaney?” He lowered his voice further, and I could hear the grit and promise in it. “It’smine.”
I nodded again. Yes, his. He was the only one I wanted to be doing this with. And my confirmation seemed to be what sent Blake over the edge. “Lane, I’m going to—” he began frantically, but then I sucked harder, and any hope of coherent words was lost as he came with a string of curses.
Swallowing, I licked my lips and stood, grinning at Blake as he tried to regain control of his breathing. I was panting, too. My pulse raced, the mix of adrenaline and heat sending my body into overdrive.
The world seemed to tilt a little, like I’d stood up too quickly, and I turned to go back to my perch on the side of the tub, needing a break from the hot water. But then my vision blurred, and I swayed for a second time, and in an instant, Blake’s arms were around me.
“Delaney?”
His voice was husky but panicked in my ear.
“Hi,” I whispered, reveling in the feel of being in his arms and simultaneously wanting more. It was overwhelming, it was…it wasall-consuming. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t breathe.
“Hi, Lane.” Lips brushed my skin. “Are you okay?”
“Hot,” I croaked, leaning back into him even though the furnace that was Blake’s body was not going to help my situation. I couldn’t help it; he was all I wanted right now. “Just really…burning.”
The next thing I knew, I was in the air, a shriek flying from my lips. Blake wordlessly swept me into his arms, carrying me into the house. My surroundings passed by in a blur. Chilly air replaced the warmth of the water, and then that left, too, and I knew we were inside. Blake wrapped a towel around me, and I felt the softness of a bed. I sank into it, but the comfort of the mattress did nothing to make me feel better.
All I could do was struggle to suck in air as desire continued to constrict my lungs.
“Do you need some water?” Blake voiced, and I blinked to find him hovering over me. His soft, worried eyes scoured over me. He touched my cheek and then my forehead, but then he pulled away, and my body continued to seek it. His touch, I needed more of his touch. I needed something to soothe the burning. “Here, let me go get you a cool washcloth.”
“No.” I grabbed at his arm, and he dropped lower obediently, his body flattening over mine. “I don’t need anything, I just need…” I struggled to explain myself because I’d never felt thisneedybefore. I knew I needed something, and I knew nothing felt right, but water wasn’t going to help. A cool washcloth wasn’t going to help. Only…
“Delaney, you’re shaking,” Blake said, sounding stricken as he began to pull away again.
