Page 44 of Heartbreak Kings
“Very seriously,” he affirmed in a deeper, softer voice, gaze holding mine.
I swallowed. “Yeah, well, that’s like someone throwing me into the deep end when I’m used to kiddie pools, okay? I didn’t know how to handle it. I kind of still don’t. I know I fucked up. I didn’t mean to, but…I still did.” And even though I had been overwhelmed by my encounters with Nathaniel and then midterms and then getting sick, I wanted to be a grown-up about dealing with all this.
He nodded slowly, thoughtfully, his intense eyes narrowed in contemplation. “Do you have second thoughts about us courting you? Because I’m concerned that Nathaniel’s ruined things.”
“No,” I blurted and then more firmly said, “No. He’s fine. I think he was caught off guard too, but he’s given me the space I needed since then. I’m the one not handling things well.”
If someone had told me three weeks ago that I would end up apologizing to Blake for anything at all, I would have laughed. He had been such an asshole when I had first met him, charming and sexy or not. I had learned better, especially about both him and Nathaniel in the last few weeks, but before then, I’d been convinced they were just a part of the forces aligned against me.
Now, I worried that I had hurt Blake terribly without even meaning to.
He didn’t look hurt, though. More thoughtful and less pissed off. “Interesting. So, Nathaniel… He wasn’t trying to monopolize your time?” His gaze had gone penetrating again.
“No, it wasn’t like that. Honestly, I think he’s as surprised as I am by what happened. I don’t usually… I mean…” It felt awkward to talk about fucking Nathaniel. “I don’t miss appointments,” I pushed out in a desperate save. “And I sure don’t miss dates, not usually.”
“No, you didn’t strike me as the type,” he mused. “The question is, what do we do about it now?”
“Well, I’d like to try again. If you would.” My stomach fluttered.
Then, finally, he smiled brilliantly, like a flash of lightning in the dark. “Very well. However, I may have to punish you a little, if you want to get back in my good graces.” His wink told me he wasn’t entirely serious—but the heat in his eyes told another story.
That heat wasn’t anger. Not this time. And that left my stomach fluttering for another reason. A wonderful, delicious reason.
“Say the word, and I’ll drop everything and go out with you tonight,” I promised. “Though, that’s not exactly a punishment.”
He chuckled, low and husky. “Neither is what I have in mind. And yes, after what I’m thinking, you’re definitely going to need an enormous meal.”
Oh boy. I think I might be in the hottest kind of trouble.And there came that in-over-my-head feeling again. But I had experience in fighting off that fear now. I had fought it off when I had come here, during the harassment, and when Nathaniel had first kissed me. “Well, what do you have in mind?”
His grin was broad and wicked. “Something that I’m certain we both want.”
I swallowed as he rose from his chair and bent over me, not even giving me time to stand before his mouth started ravishing mine. His kiss was rough, hungry, insistent. He pushed the cardigan of my little wool skirt suit off my shoulders and then shoved it down my arms, tossing it away. When his mouth trailed off to kiss the corner of my jaw instead, I gasped softly and let my head fall back into his cupped hands.
I realized what he wanted right away—control. Which was easy to give up when my inexperience and the power of my response put my thoughts on hold. His teeth grazed my neck. He nibbled and licked as he shucked his leather jacket, sending it to the floor with a heavy thump. He was stripping me again, unbuttoning my blouse and unbuckling my belt with one hand while the fingers of his other hand slid through my braids to grasp my scalp. I tried to help him out of his own clothes, but he fastened his mouth on me over my pulse and sucked hard, making me moan and rise against him.
In minutes, I was nude and he shirtless and without his boots, tossing my panties off into the corner and laying me back on the bed. His hungry kisses were working their way down my body, marking me with little suck marks, nipping, licking. I panted, hands sliding over his shoulders, only to have him take them both and lay them firmly on the mattress.
“Keep them there,” he growled into my cleavage. “If you try to use them, I will tie you up.”
I nodded frantically, panting, only hoping that he wouldn’t stop.
His mouth didn’t linger on my breasts like Nathaniel’s had. Instead, he started kissing lower, leaving his trail of marks as I gasped and squirmed and dug all my fingers into the comforter. His lips grazed the top of my carefully trimmed pussy. He worked his fingers between my lower lips and parted them, holding them apart with his thumbs while two of his fingers slowly slid into me.
I sat up, whimpering, but somehow kept my hands down as he started licking me in long, lazy strokes. He took his time, exploring every curve and fold of me as his fingers stroked me from within, while my toes curled and my gasps and moans became more and more desperate.
Still, he teased me, over and over, caressing everything but my aching clit with his tongue. Every time he got near it, I thought he would finally give me relief, stimulating me just enough to let me climax. But every time, he teased me just long enough for my hips to lift and my voice to sob, “Yes,” and then moved away again, caressing another part of my pussy instead.
He soon had me so turned on with all his teasing that my cunt clenched around his fingers so tight it almost hurt. My ass cheeks throbbed with tension. I dug my heels into the side of the bed. “Blake—” I sobbed finally, desperately.
And then, for a few terrible seconds, the magnificent bastard stopped. “Beg for it,” he growled against me.
My chest heaved as he went back to teasing me, as my arousal got so strong that it edged on pain. The single scrap of pride that protested my begging for everything was incinerated in a firestorm of need. “Please!” I sobbed finally. “Please, Blake.”
In response, he fastened his mouth over my clit and sucked.
I came immediately, screaming and thrashing, not caring if anyone in the other dorm rooms overheard. Every contraction exploded through me again and again, until I finally ran out of strength and collapsed, limp and trembling.
I had barely stopped screaming when I heard his belt hit the floor and the crinkling of a condom wrapper. Then he seized my legs, pulling my hips to the edge of the bed again, and thrust his cock into me roughly.
